Chapter 155

"So your 'affinity with Buddhism' is that practical?"

Bushi glanced at the young man beside him, whose eyes were covered by a silk ribbon. "Not always. Take your junior grand-uncle, for instance. If he wished to join Bitter Crossing Temple, this humble monk would gladly accept him as a disciple on my grandmaster's behalf."

...I've heard of accepting disciples on a master's behalf, but never on a grandmaster's. You're pretty bold yourself.

"In your dreams!" Bian Chunchou huffed. "Tell me honestly, why do you keep staring at our... junior grand-uncle?"

Bushi pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. How virtuous, how virtuous."

Translated, that meant he didn't want to answer. But Buddhist Cultivators couldn't lie, so he tossed out a handy Buddhist phrase to brush off the question.

Bian Chunchou had a strange flash of insight into how Buddhist Cultivators avoided lying. Then his attention veered off course. "Female cultivators from the Blissful Union Sect, I understand. Why do we need to watch out for the men too?"

"Well, you'll find out when the time comes."

Rumors about the Blissful Union Sect were everywhere in the Cultivation Realm. Though it wasn't a large sect, scandalous stories always spread the fastest and farthest. "...This may be rude to ask, but I hear the Blissful Union Sect is especially fond of Buddhist Cultivators. Is that true?"

At times, Wen Xu hated how quickly he could read the information the wind carried. Like now: the instant Bushi tensed, Wen Xu knew.

How to put it? Perhaps certain detailed lessons could only be learned through personal experience. And when it came to stepping on someone's sore spots, Chunchou had quite a knack for it.

The crucial point was that Buddhist Cultivators couldn't lie.

"If you know it's rude, benefactor, perhaps you'd best not ask." Sure enough,