I Have A Dual World Seal

The Star-Fishing Elder and Jun Pinglan were still fully engrossed in their chess game, undisturbed by external matters. Only the scholar standing behind Jun Pinglan bowed respectfully, as he was Jun Pinglan’s disciple.

Lu Zheng learned from Master Xingrong’s introduction that the Star-Fishing Elder was a close friend of Zen Master Huiejue, and that Moonlight Mountain and Guilan Temple have always had good relations.

Lu Zheng didn’t hold back, allowing his faint Innate Cloud Qi to subtly appear and disappear, giving him an otherworldly appearance, which made both the Star-Fishing Elder and Jun Pinglan show slight reactions.

Then Lu Zheng, along with the crowd, joined the group observing the chess match.

Fan Boyu watched with keen interest.

Du Yueyao observed intently.

Yang Caiyi tugged on Liu Qingyan’s sleeve, signaling with her eyes.

Liu Qingyan shook her head.

Shen Ying clung to Lu Zheng’s arm, nodding repeatedly with a charming smile.

They arrived rather late, as the match was already in its final stages, with the outcome already clear between the two players.

"Haha, Mr. Jun’s strategy is as soft as silk hiding needles; the old elder is no match."

"Elder Sun, you are too modest. Your chess style is unpredictable and often victorious with surprise moves. I’ve fallen into your traps several times, it was quite dangerous."

The Star-Fishing Elder conceded by placing a piece on the board, and Jun Pinglan collected the board and pieces with a wave of his hand, then stood up and greeted with clasped hands.

"Jun Pinglan from Moonlight Mountain, greets Young Master Lu, Sect Leader Du, Miss Liu, and Fairy Shen."

"Greetings, Mr. Jun."

The Star-Fishing Elder’s gaze was intense, "Did Sect Leader Du and Lady Qingyi heal Hui Jue’s injury?"

"Zen Master Huiejue is highly respected, and I deeply admire him. I did my best to help with whatever little I could," Du Yueyao humbly said, "Moreover, having Sister Liu present..."

Liu Qingyan interrupted with a laugh, "You’ve already been taught well. Even if I weren’t there, Zen Master Huiejue’s injury wouldn’t have troubled you."

The two were humbly exchanging compliments, but unexpectedly, the Star-Fishing Elder stepped forward and ceremoniously bowed.

The two were startled and quickly stepped up, one on each side, to support the Star-Fishing Elder, "Senior, this is unacceptable."

If it were Si Lingxi, she could have easily accepted the Star-Fishing Elder’s grand gesture, but Liu Qingyan and Du Yueyao were still young, not used to receiving such a formal bow from an elder with white hair.

"I share a life-long bond with Huiejue. That old monk is quite reserved, and I must return the courtesy on his behalf." The Star-Fishing Elder originally intended to proceed, but Liu Qingyan and Du Yueyao used enough force together that he couldn’t kneel.

This surprised not only the Star-Fishing Elder but also Master Xingrong and Jun Pinglan standing by.

Even though the Star-Fishing Elder did not exert his full strength, his sincere intent to kneel was not something ordinary people could stop. Unexpectedly, the two women’s Daoist cultivation had reached such a level.

"Truly worthy of being called Lady Qingyi and Sect Leader of the Primordial Saint Sect!"

The Star-Fishing Elder had no choice but to stand up, praising, "Hui Jue monk’s time hasn’t come yet!"

"Zen Master Huiejue has a magnanimous spirit, so naturally, fortune favors the good," said Liu Qingyan.

If Zen Master Huiejue hadn’t proactively made peace with the Primordial Saint Sect, Du Yueyao and Liu Qingyan wouldn’t have been enthusiastic to heal him.

"I have long heard that in Yizhou there is a Lady Qingyi who tends to the world with benevolent heart, providing medical care to all in Hezhou," Jun Pinglan remarked with a smile, "Unfortunately, Yu State doesn’t have such fortune."

Liu Qingyan replied, "Mr. Jun, you’re too kind. I’m only doing what I can."

At that moment, two beams of sword light shot in from the south side of Treasure Court Mountain.

"Here comes Jiang Fei, patriarch of the Wind-Riding Sword Sect from Separation Peak, Ling Mountain in Rongzhou," Master Xingrong introduced.

"Have the bald monks from Western Buddhism not arrived yet?"

As the two beams of sword light landed, a carefree and rugged voice boomed.

The speaker was the somewhat rugged-looking middle-aged handsome man leading the group.

Jun Pinglan sighed, "Even though you added the words Western Buddhism, if Zen Master Huiejue hears this..."

Jiang Fei scratched his head, "I say the same thing in front of him, yet he never gets angry."

Even the Star-Fishing Elder didn’t want to comment anymore.

"Oh, there are friends here."

Jiang Fei looked at Du Yueyao and Liu Qingyan standing beside the Star-Fishing Elder, then at Lu Zheng and Shen Ying holding hands.

"Master Xingrong, Old Sun, aren’t you going to introduce them?"

The Star-Fishing Elder pointed at Jiang Fei, telling Liu Qingyan and Du Yueyao, "This is Jiang Fei, the patriarch of Rongzhou’s Wind-Riding Sword Sect. His mind isn’t quite right, having lived for over a hundred years, it’s a wonder how he’s still alive. Don’t know if there’s a cure, either."

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "When dealing with friends, you don’t need to think; with enemies, even less so."

However, Jiang Fei was evidently not brainless. For the Star-Fishing Elder to introduce him first and in such a tone, it was clear the two women before him were no easy adversaries either.

"This is Lady Qingyi, Miss Liu, and this is Sect Leader Du of the Primordial Saint Sect."

Jiang Fei’s eyes lit up, "Were the Celestial Bead Buddha Power in Huiejue’s body removed by you two?"

The Star-Fishing Elder shook his head and said, "Huiejue was lucky. I almost didn’t come; what for, to attend his funeral?"

"Didn’t the monk attain nirvana? If he dies, just cremate the body. If there are relics, bury them in the pagoda forest behind the temple."

Jiang Fei shrugged, "Of course, provided there’s a body left."

The middle-aged man following Jiang Fei couldn’t help but hold his forehead; he was Jiang Fei’s grandson.

Jun Pinglan cast a sympathetic glance at the man, speechless, "I think you should stop talking; nobody will mistake you for a mute."

The Star-Fishing Elder changed the topic, "This is Lu Zheng, Young Master of the direct lineage from White Cloud Temple, known as Yuan Zheng. This is Peach Blossom Fairy, Fairy Shen."

Jiang Fei had never heard of Lu Zheng’s name, but a Peach Blossom Temple had been established in a county of Rongzhou.

"Greetings, Young Master Lu," Jiang Fei greeted Lu Zheng, then turned to Shen Ying, "So, it’s the Peach Blossom Fairy."

Jiang Fei’s gaze swept across Shen Ying, Liu Qingyan, and Du Yueyao.

"Who would have thought Huiejue monk would make some female friends at such an old age."

Everyone, "..."

At this moment, several streaks of flowing light flashed by in the western sky, dyeing half the blue sky with a pale golden light.

This golden light wasn’t purely gold but interspersed with various colors and specks of starlight, blossoming in the golden sky.

"Western Buddhism!"

"Celestial Pearl Temple!"

"Is this the marvelous effect of the ?"

"Hmph! Showy!"

"Don’t underestimate Western Buddhism; they are an existence that can rival Central Plains Buddhism, claiming themselves to be the true orthodoxy."

"Celestial Pearl Temple is not an unknown entity in Western Buddhism either," remarked the Star-Fishing Elder nonchalantly, "Zen Master Huiejue is the ancestor of Guilan Temple, but Dahuo in Celestial Pearl Temple is only an old monk in the pagoda forest."

If Master Dahuo had been a significant figure in Celestial Pearl Temple, would he have so easily engaged in magical combat on the grounds of Guilan Temple by invitation?

As he finished speaking, the crowd could already see the approaching group.

Aside from the leading old monk, there were more than ten monks accompanying him.