Master of Martial Arts, please enjoy a drunken revelry in the martial world.

Chapter 22 Monk Lu Zhu Tells Stories

"Would you like a pot of wine, sir?"

Gu Qianbei said to Lu Zhu with a smile.

"Amitabha Buddha, although I am a monk who practices with my hair still, I must strictly abide by the precepts. Thank you for your kindness, benefactor."

"It's truly admirable that you, with your acquired cultivation, could contend with Xi Yu's Water-Splitting Sword. Your lightness skill is truly remarkable."

Although Lu Zhu had just arrived, he had already heard the commotion inside the house on his way there.

Its amazing hearing allowed it to reconstruct everything that had just happened in the distillery.

Gu Qianbei was startled, realizing that Lu Zhu's cultivation level was far beyond what he could imagine at the moment.

In the original story, Lu Zhu was already at the pinnacle of combat power.

Now, in this world of martial arts, his strength is probably even more terrifying.

At least it's far above the drizzle.

"Oh, by the way, there's a friend on the roof. Would you like to come down and talk?"

Both Xi Yu and Gu Qianbei were startled by Lu Zhu's words.

Is someone on the roof?

They hadn't even noticed.

For a moment, both of them looked up at the roof, their faces showing wariness.

"Haha, this master is really amazing, you even discovered that."

Accompanied by an awkward laugh, Bai Zhantang, soaking wet, jumped off the roof.

We've been getting quite wet in the rain.

"Old Bai? What are you doing here?"

Gu Qianbei asked in surprise.

Unexpectedly, the hidden master was actually Bai Zhantang.

But then he realized what was going on.

Qianchousi was so close to Tongfu Inn that others might not have heard the sound, but with Bai Zhantang's cultivation level, he naturally did.

In this situation, Bai Zhantang could have pretended nothing had happened and gone to sleep quietly, but he still chose to come over.

It was clear that they intended to help me.

They remain hidden in the shadows, observing and searching for the right moment to strike.

If Gu Qianbei is not in danger, Bai Zhantang will quietly leave, as if he had never been there.

If Gu Qianbei is in danger, he will use a sneak attack to subdue Xiyu instantly.

Perhaps this is Bai Zhantang's sense of brotherhood and loyalty.

Bai Zhantang scratched his head awkwardly.

"I had just fallen asleep when I heard the sounds of fighting over here, so I thought I'd come and check it out."

Thank you.

Gu Qianbei guessed what Bai Zhantang was thinking and chuckled as she punched his shoulder.

"We're all brothers, no need to be so formal."

Bai Zhantang smiled faintly when he saw that Gu Qianbei had guessed his intentions.

"This level of lightness skill and ability to conceal one's presence, at this age and with this level of cultivation, is probably only possessed by Bai Yutang, the Thief Saint who disappeared two years ago."

Lu Zhu sized up Bai Zhantang and then pointed out his biggest secret.

Bai Zhantang's expression changed, and he immediately chuckled awkwardly.

"Hahaha, Master, you're really joking. I'm not some kind of master thief, I'm just a waiter."

Seeing that Bai Zhantang didn't admit it and didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards Xiyu, Lu Zhu didn't press the matter. He simply said, "Then this humble monk has mistaken you for someone else."

Bai Zhantang glanced at Gu Qianbei guiltily, but Gu Qianbei's expression remained unchanged, seemingly unsurprised by Lu Zhu's words.

In an instant, Bai Zhantang felt a chill run down his spine, clearly understanding something.

Lu Zhu turned her head and looked at the drizzle again.

"Fine Rain, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. You already have a kind heart; if you can turn back, your merits will be immeasurable."

"You monk are really annoying. Me, a mere assassin, can simply lay down my knife and become a Buddha? If that were the case, wouldn't Buddhism be far too despicable, only accepting evil people like me with blood on their hands?"

Xi Yu sneered, clearly not believing Lu Zhu's statement.

Lu Zhu put his hands together and softly chanted, "Amitabha, benefactor has many misunderstandings about Buddhism."

The saying "lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot" does not mean that one actually becomes a Buddha, but rather that evil thoughts cease, good intentions arise, attachments are eliminated, and one's true nature is revealed.

I have a story to tell you, and perhaps you will understand after hearing it.

Once upon a time, there was a young man who was intelligent and brave, but he was envied and tricked into becoming a disciple of an evil master.

This evil sorcerer, out of jealousy of his talent, wanted to destroy him.

So the evil master told the young man that if he wanted to achieve the Great Dao, he needed to kill a hundred people.

The young man believed it.

From then on, the world had one more ruthless killer.

Merchants, woodcutters, and shepherds!

No one who encounters him is spared.

In less than a month, his clothes were soaked in blood, and everyone avoided him.

By the end of the fight, he had become completely numb.

When he had killed ninety-nine people, he set his sights on the mother who brought him food.

He raised the knife, his reason consumed by murderous intent; he actually wanted to kill the person who gave him life and raised him.

At that very moment, a person slowly walked out from afar and stopped him.

It is the Buddha incarnate.

The young man roared and gave chase, drawing his knife.

He ran very fast, but no matter how fast he chased, the Buddha was always neither too close nor too far ahead of him.

The young man asked the Buddha to stop, and the Buddha actually stopped.

The Buddha said, "I had already stopped, but you never stopped."

These words struck the young man like a thunderbolt.

The young man froze on the spot.

Is he chasing after the Buddha?

No, what he truly pursues is killing, evil views, and endless malice!

He never put down the knife in his hand.

The demons within him never ceased to rage.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw his mother's pale face, and his heart was filled with guilt.

He looked down and saw his hands covered in blood, as if he could see the faces of the dead, so clear it was terrifying.

At that moment, he understood.

The executioner's blade fell, the obsession vanished, leaving only deep regret.

The Buddha looked at him quietly, without rebuke or disgust, only with compassion.

The Buddha said, "To know one's way back from the wrong path is to find one's way home."

So, do you understand?

After Lu Zhu finished speaking, he quietly watched the drizzle.

The drizzle seemed to understand something and fell into deep thought.

Bai Zhantang tapped Gu Qianbei's shoulder and whispered, "Little Gu, did you understand?"

Gu Qianbei shook his head.

"I don't understand. Buddhists like to tell stories that are vague and illogical. Just listen to them as storytelling and don't take them too seriously."

Bai Zhantang nodded in deep agreement.

Although the sound was soft, it still did not escape Lu Zhu and Xi Yu's ears.

Xi Yu couldn't help but laugh, "Monk, look, they don't believe your silly story."

"Amitabha. The two benefactors have not properly grasped the deeper meaning of this story; let this humble monk further..."

Seeing that Lu Zhu wanted to elaborate, Gu Qianbei quickly waved his hand.

"Master, there's no need to bother explaining this to us. I'm a Taoist practitioner. You can just talk to Xiyu."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhu suddenly understood; then it was no wonder.

"You stinking monk, I don't have time to waste on your nonsense. Stop following me!"

After finishing her sentence, Xi Yu immediately used her light-footed skill to leave.

"Amitabha."

Lu Zhu murmured and was about to chase after him when Gu Qianbei suddenly called out, "Master, although you are going to subdue the demon, there is also the risk of feeding the demon."

Is it worth sacrificing over a decade of cultivation for a single assassin?