Longyou was plagued by fierce winds and sand.
Even on this flat, broad official road, autumn still sent yellow dust rolling across the sky.
Moreover, Bujie's muttering had been far too quiet. Even Chen Tong, who had now entered the Bone-Chiming Realm, could not help frowning as he looked over.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
With an indifferent look, the monk Bujie shook his head at him.
He casually hung the wine gourd back at his waist, patted his round belly, and smiled. "Benefactor Chen, take the brothers ahead to patrol first. This monk still has some private matters to settle here..."
"Private matters?"
Chen Tong eyed him suspiciously.
"What private matters could you possibly have in this godforsaken wilderness where even birds wouldn't shit?"
The monk Bujie pressed his palms together and smiled. "Amitabha... no telling, no telling..."
"Playing tricks and acting mysterious."
Chen Tong rolled his eyes but did not press further.
Given how improper this monk usually was, rushing them away like this... he was most likely being pestered by some woman again.
Besides, Longyou was peaceful these days. With the other man's Bone-Chiming Realm strength, it would be hard for him to encounter anyone he could not afford to provoke.
With that thought—
He turned around, waved his broad hand, and shouted at the others, "Move it, move it! Let's go beg for some water from the village ahead. Forget this bald donkey."
The group continued down the official road, grumbling and cursing.
The wind and sand gradually grew stronger.
The monk Bujie stood silently where he was, watching their retreating figures. A trace of complexity quietly flickered in the depths of his eyes.
After a long while.
He suddenly bared his teeth and shouted at the top of his lungs toward Chen Tong's back,