You Are Officially Appointed as the Scripture Seeker

The monster suspected of being Benbo'erba died.

It did not even have time to leave any last words. Tang Luo could not be bothered to care what the thing had wanted to say.

Stories were only worth hearing if they were interesting.

"Grandpa Sun, spare me! Grandpa Tang, spare me!" He had heard that far too many times; his ears had practically grown calluses.

"Master, we are disciples of the Buddhist sect. Why are we not forbidden from taking wives? Besides that, are there any other rules?"

On the way home, Sun Wu could not help asking.

"Let wine and meat pass through the belly, while the Buddha remains in the heart," Tang Luo said. "We master and disciple have no taboos."

"Anyway, no one can beat me. Do whatever you want. If anything happens, your master will cover for you. What are you afraid of?"

You used to cover for me. Now it was his turn to do so as the master.

Sun Wu swallowed the question of whether this was because they needed to temper their hearts in the mortal world.

This guy was not a Buddhist. This guy was not a Buddhist.

"Um..."

"Speak."

"Is the path to immortality difficult?" Sun Wu asked.

"It is not difficult. It is very simple," Tang Luo said.

"Really?"

"Really. At least, it definitely will not be difficult for you." Tang Luo nodded.

"What about everyone else?" Sun Wu pressed.

Tang Luo said, "That depends on the circumstances—talent, comprehension, natural aptitude. Some people can achieve in one day what others achieve in a year, their cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds."

"Others are merely 'units of cultivation progress.'"

A little less than half a day later.

Tang Luo brought Sun Wu back to the entrance of his home.

Sun Wu was