Ming Zhitian's purpose in buying the stealth talismans was to hide the "Imperial Weapon Art" and the "Longevity Art." While a few people were interested, most were unwilling to bid because the talismans covered too small an area, making them useless for nefarious deeds requiring complete invisibility. Ming Zhitian, however, found the coverage just right.
In the end, Ming Zhitian acquired two stealth talismans for two hundred and ten thousand Shenwu coins, leaving him penniless once more.
Returning to the unmarked gravestone where Buck was buried, he unearthed the "Imperial Weapon Art" and the "Longevity Art," attached the two stealth talismans, and carried them on his person, well concealed. He wouldn't even fear losing his storage bag.
The world said, "Travel north and south." Ming Zhitian knew that Huayang City was not far from Lanhai Lake. Fearing another encounter with that scoundrel Wu Shang Jinbie, he decided to head south.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late; he wouldn't carelessly throw his life away. Facing unknown strength, he could only move stealthily, searching for a way out and to fulfill his master Saint's dying wish.
Exiting Huayang City and traveling over a hundred li, Ming Zhitian suddenly noticed the scene where the six sect leaders had torn open spatial rifts in the Ten Thousand Li Forest…
Ming Zhitian's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but glance around, confirming that Wu Shang Jinbie hadn't appeared, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he thought again; it was his own overthinking. How could Wu Shang Jinbie possibly know his whereabouts?
To the north lay Nan'an Temple, and to the south, Beijiao Temple. Ming Zhitian went to Beijiao Temple.
The monks here were completely different from those he had encountered before. They had hair, ate meat, and drank alcohol, only abstaining from lust. Heaven knows.
They also revered King Shenwu, yet they walked around all day with chicken legs, muttering, "Shenwu shines together, sin, sin."
As soon as Ming Zhitian stepped through the temple gate, a monk led the way, muttering "Shenwu shines together," with a head of black hair and a large string of brown wooden beads around his neck, truly not looking like a proper monk.
Yet, it was a legitimate temple. The monk led Ming Zhitian into the Shenwu Hall. The statue of King Shenwu here was somewhat different from the one he saw at Nan'an Temple last time; this one was clearly much more opulent and gleaming.
Just as Ming Zhitian was about to pay his respects, the monk stopped him, pointing to a box in front of them: "Hey, hey, hey, pay the incense money first."
"..." Ming Zhitian asked, "Can I not pay?"
The monk stated resolutely, "No! If you have no money, please leave. Shenwu has no fate with you."
Ming Zhitian smiled, "So if I have money, we have fate, and if I don't, we don't?"
The monk snorted coldly, "Precisely. Please proceed."
Helpless, Ming Zhitian decided to leave, "What kind of broken temple is this?"
Another monk asked, "Who is this person?"
The monk replied, "Tsk, just a penniless cultivator."
"Esteemed young man, I will pay your incense money for you."
Ming Zhitian turned to look at the newcomer, a middle-aged man with a stubble, wearing a gray and white silk robe, who walked over imposingly.
He took out five thousand Shenwu coins from his storage bag and placed them into the "Collection of Fate Box": "I'll pay for this young man as well."
The two monks grinned from ear to ear, "Thank you, benefactor Tiannan. Good deeds are rewarded. May King Shenwu be with you."
Ming Zhitian's lips twitched stiffly, and he muttered to himself, "This change is too much, isn't it? And this person is truly generous."
Tiannan Jie said, "Come, young man, let us pay our respects to King Shenwu together."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Thank you, sir."
After paying their respects, Ming Zhitian cupped his hands in greeting, "Junior Ming Zhitian, may I know your esteemed name?"
"My surname is Tiannan, and my given name is Jie. I currently reside at Zhang Tianyue's Five Peaks Sect."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "So you are from the Five Peaks Sect."
Tiannan Jie nodded slightly, "You could say that."
A monk stepped forward with a fawning smile, "Sect Leader Tiannan, what wind has blown you to our Beijiao Temple today?"
Ming Zhitian thought to himself, "Sect Leader? It seems his status is not simple."