Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 442 Silent Taoist Priests Are Everywhere

Noticing the change in a friend and hearing Zhu Wuyao admit it himself are two different feelings.

The person in front of you always seems calm, but in reality, the broadsword in your hand is already itching to strike, about to fall at any moment.

Before Gu Lang could say anything, Zhu Wuyao continued speaking on his own:

"Logically speaking, it is better to guide than to block. The best way is to punish evil and promote good, and to personally kill the wicked and those who deserve to be killed."

"This way, we can have the best of both worlds."

Doesn't that sound reasonable?

Gu Lang pondered it for a moment and felt that this made sense.

It can prevent one's mind from going astray and punish evil and promote good, so why not do it?

He was about to nod when he heard Zhu Wuyao continue:

"But if that's the case, then what's the difference between me and the person who wrote this Seven Killings Poem?"

"He used the pretext of divine will to commit murder, while I used the pretext of acting on behalf of Heaven to satisfy my own bloodlust."

There is no difference in essence.

"Fortunately, I was still clear-headed when I thought about these things, which is why I wrote the article 'Seven Killings Stele'."

Hearing this explanation, Gu Lang was stunned for a moment.

He glanced down at the storybook in his hand, stood up, bowed, and said:

“Miss Zhu, people only say that swordsmen who punish evil and promote good are rare, but now it seems that swordsmen who are willing to sheath their swords and respect all living beings are even rarer.”

"Please rest assured, this article will surely spread throughout the country, and enter the eyes of all people and even the eyes of one person."

Zhu Wuyao sat quietly for a long time.

She doesn't know where she'll go in the future, nor does she know if her future self will betray her present self. In a sense, "growth" is about constantly negating the past.

When I first arrived, the old woman who had transformed into a yin spirit was powerless to do evil. After she was destined to die and pay the price for her wrongdoings, I still felt some sympathy for her. I would rather sacrifice my own opportunity to draw qi into my body and give her a divination before she died as a blessing for her next life.

But last night's situation was so similar to what happened back then.

She was only momentarily stunned, but quickly calmed down to analyze the pros and cons.

He could even use this "opportunity" to stay in Dongji City without having to return to Qingyun Sect.

She felt like a stranger to herself.

Coming to his senses, Zhu Wuyao smiled and said:

"Don't flatter me. I just wrote this for fun because I felt something. Remember to split the silver and keep it safe later."

Having said that, she rose, covered herself with the Thousand Images, removed the barrier, and waved her hand, saying:

"gone!"

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They found an inn in Dongji City and stayed for a few days. Zhu Wuyao did not want to get too entangled with the elders of the Zhu family, lest it cause unrest.

The appointed time with Luo Budao has arrived.

Zhu Wuyao arrived at the meeting place outside the city.

However, he was slightly surprised to see Luo Budao looking rather disheveled.

"What happened to you? Are you being chased?"

Upon hearing the sound, Luo Budao abruptly sprang to his feet, adopting a defensive stance. Only when he saw the familiar, bladeless sword did he breathe a sigh of relief, saying with a slightly dejected air:

"It's not because of you..."

"I?"

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat surprised and asked:

"Could I possibly travel thousands of miles and inflict countless wounds on you?"

Luo Budao glanced at Zhu Wuyao with a mournful expression, his tone extremely depressed, and said:

"You can't, but Master Wuyan can..."

Only after Luo Budao recounted the events did Zhu Wuyao learn what had happened.

This is also unlucky.

Because Zhu Wuyao was to return to Dongji City with Qingyun Sect via the teleportation array, Luo Budao had to travel alone from south to east.

The journey was quite eventful.

Luo Budao did not forget his old profession.

Not only would they travel long and arduous journeys, but when they stopped to rest, they would also tell stories by the roadside and earn some tips.

The little booklet in Luo Budao's hand was not something he had memorized for nothing.

Not only did it bring fame to his master, the sorcerer of Tongzhou, but it also led to the inclusion of the Taoist Master Wuyan in storytelling tales.

This is also a major reason why Luo Budao is willing to stay by Zhu Wuyao's side.

What storyteller can resist material?

Unexpectedly, this lecture went wrong.

The monk who had been listening to the storyteller found Luo Budao's witty and charming storytelling quite appealing. After everyone had left and the tea had cooled, he came to Luo Budao's door, insisting that he include her in his storytelling and help her gain fame.

Luo Budao wasn't that quick-witted, and immediately blurted out something like—

"Then you'd better do something earth-shattering, like the Silent Taoist Priest, otherwise I'll be watching you with an empty pen, unable to write anything!"

At this point, Zhu Wuyao chuckled, never expecting that she, the author, would become the one amazed by the storyteller. She interrupted, saying:

"Wait a minute, you mean you made up my story and got yourself into trouble, and now it's my fault?"

Luo Budao looked even more mournful, glanced at Zhu Wuyao, and continued:

"You haven't finished yet..."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the cultivator felt that she had been looked down upon, and immediately stood in front of Luo Budao's stall and refused to leave. Seeing her stance, Luo Budao also got excited and immediately wanted to argue with the cultivator.

The two were arguing, and they kept mentioning Master Wuyan. Well, sure enough, a "Master Wuyan" actually appeared.

As is well known, in the South, there are Taoist priests who practice silence everywhere.

At first, there was some genuine goodwill involved.

But later, the trend gradually changed, and it became a means of seeking fame and reputation, with everyone wanting to benefit from the reputation of the Silent Daoist.

In addition, Master Wuyan is inherently formless.

Anyone who steps forward can claim to be the Silent Daoist, and thus be looked up to by the crowd.

Now things have gotten really complicated. Upon hearing the argument, the burly man who called himself "Master Wuyan" immediately brandished his sword, declaring that the cultivator had tarnished his reputation and that he, Master Wuyan, would rectify the atmosphere today.

Upon seeing this, Luo Budao was also stunned.

He then began to defend the monk who had just been arguing.

The three started arguing, making quite a scene, just as the Juque Sect cultivators happened to be passing by.

The Juque Sect cultivators all looked bitter and resentful, as if someone had cheated them out of their money. Their faces were terribly gloomy, and they couldn't tell who was on whose side. Upon hearing "Master Wuyan," they immediately tried to kill all three of them.

And they came with the intention of killing and taking lives.

As a result, Luo Budao, the cultivator, and the fake Daoist Wuyan could only join forces to escape for their lives, a truly miserable situation.

Zhu Wuyao nodded thoughtfully and said:

“That’s fine.

"If one does good deeds in private and does not wish to become famous, and therefore uses the pseudonym 'Master Silent,' one will naturally not get into trouble."

"If anyone seeks fame and fortune by taking advantage of the respect people have for Master Wuyan to make a profit for himself, he will be targeted by the Juque Sect."

"It can be considered a form of restraint."

Do you really think that just anyone can use the name "Master Silent"?

If someone can withstand the consequences associated with the name "Silent Taoist Master" and gain recognition from the world, then what harm is there in giving away this title?

Zhu Wuyao didn't think too much about it, tapped Luo Budao with his sword sheath, and said:

"Get up, find an inn to help you heal. Tonight, go to the auction house and buy you a magical artifact that can ward off demonic energy."