After receiving their guest, Bianxuan took his leave at once and headed for a courtyard within the temple.
The courtyard lay in a secluded corner of the temple, an area forbidden to worshippers. There was no one inside. Bianxuan pushed open the gate and went straight for one of the rooms.
That room's door was likewise left ajar. Pushing it open, he saw a gaunt old monk sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion in the center of the otherwise empty room.
The old monk had been sitting with his eyes closed. Only when Bianxuan entered did he lift his eyelids and look over.
"Martial Uncle." Bianxuan bowed respectfully.
After that, the two sank into silence.
Only after a long while did the gaunt old monk speak. "Your heart is in turmoil."
"Yes, my heart is in turmoil." Bianxuan admitted it readily.
He was somewhat puzzled. "Zhou Xuan is a Demon King. Though he has yet to fully attain that cultivation, a Great Demon like him coming suddenly to the Capital City surely means ill intent. Are we truly going to cooperate with him?"
The old monk remained calm. "The Brahma Dharma is vast, ferrying across all those with affinity. Zhou Xuan has the karmic affinity to become an Enlightened King."
He looked at Bianxuan again. "Besides, even if he intends to do something, there is no need for us to interfere. This is the karmic retribution the Great Zheng Dynasty ought to receive."
Bianxuan looked bewildered and asked, "Martial Uncle, what do you mean by that?"
Rather than answering, the old monk asked, "Ji Zicheng was no scholar. He failed the Imperial Examinations several times and was merely a Cultivated Talent. Through a few connections, he became a county patrol inspector. Even if he achieved a little, there were countless