Without another word, Du Yu grabbed Xu Xian and Fahai and ran out of the city.
"Huijing, what happened?"
"Master, you were careless!" Du Yu said. "We could have slipped away without anyone knowing, but now Bai Suzhen is going to find out!"
"You mean..." Fahai frowned. "That White Snake will try to stop us?"
"I can't say for sure... anyway, let's hurry!"
Just as Du Yu expected, word that Xu Xian was going to Jinshan Temple to become a monk spread as though it had sprouted legs, soon reaching Bai Suzhen's ears.
Bai Suzhen had never imagined a monk could be so wicked. He had lied to her and concealed things time and again, then even come to her door with a sanctimonious air to call her to account.
Meanwhile, Medusa sat in a corner, studying the script.
Du Yu had said the legend was about to end, yet there was clearly another sizable chapter left in the script.
Medusa silently read the script written in ancient Greek, her face full of bewilderment. This chapter was titled "The Flood Submerged the Monks' Temple on the Mountain Made of Gold." Who on earth had translated this? It was terribly hard to understand.
"Do Chinese people even understand ancient Greek grammar?" Medusa snapped, closing the script.
"Sister, I can't endure this any longer. I must bring my husband back." After much deliberation, Bai Suzhen stood and spoke solemnly to Medusa.
"Bring him back?" Medusa was confused. "Why bring him back? Isn't he going to become a monk?"
"Uh..." Bai Suzhen paused. "Sister, perhaps you don't understand because you're unfamiliar with worldly affairs. If Xu Xian becomes a monk, he can no longer be my husband."
"How strange." Medusa looked earnestly at Bai Suzhen and murmured to herself, "Doesn't becoming a