The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism (DROP)

CHAPTER 6-10

Chapter 6: A Rope

Translator: CKtalon  Editor: CKtalon

“Enough, Ma Juan. This was odd. Think about it, if not for that shoe, what would’ve happened to you? Some blood and a concussion might not be too severe but we are on a mountain peak. If you were seriously injured, we might not be able to bring you down the mountain in time for treatment.” Fang Yunjing squatted down and patted Ma Juan on the back, hoping to help alleviate her anger. However, Fang Yunjing’s eyes were filled with a suspicious look as she spoke. Just like Zhao Datong, she was pondering if the matter was pure coincidence or not.

Ma Juan was not a fool either. She had been in shock from her fall but now, having come around and giving it some thought, she shuddered, “Yunjing, Datong, Hu Han. Didn’t that mon… abbot say that I would experience bloody misfortune? Then, this happened to me. If not for his shoe, wouldn’t his prediction have come true? Tell me, is it coincidence or did he just peek into the future?”

“I don’t know… I think it’s better to believe than not? Still, I’m a little creeped out. If we’re done looking around, let’s quickly leave,” Hu Han muttered.

Zhao Datong nodded. “I agree. But first… eh, Abbot, why did you come back out holding a rope?”

Fangzheng stared at Zhao Datong appearing to be in deep thought. “Amitabha, a monk does not lie. Patron, it is best you do not ask. My answer will only serve to anger you.”

After his odd words, Fangzheng left the temple.

Ma Juan looked at his back and shouted, “Abbot, thanks for saving me with your shoe!”

“Mhmmm.” Fangzheng replied tersely before leaving.

“He sure isn’t polite… I’m now beginning to suspect it was a coincidence.” Ma Juan showed the others a bitter smile.

Fang Yunjing shrugged. “Be it a coincidence or not, I think it’s time we leave. I have a nagging feeling about this One Finger Temple. When we were scaling the mountain, didn’t the villagers say that this place has been destitute for ages? Take a look around, how is any of this destitute? Also, how does that abbot resemble a monk? He is so odd… ”

“He is indeed odd and so is the temple. When we first entered, we experienced calm and peacefulness. That monk also gives off an innocuous feeling. Is there any other temple you have visited that has such effects? I suspect that it’s likely the effect of some enchanting aroma… Perhaps, this monk is a monster.” Zhao Datong frowned as he stared around at the temple, he folded his arms.

“I think you’ve read too much fiction,” Hu Han replied.

“Why do you care? Fine, let’s leave.”

Ma Juan said, “Aren’t we pitching the tents here?”

“Let’s do it somewhere else,” Fang Yunjing muttered.

Ma Juan did not object so the group left the temple and prepared to descend the mountain.

Just as they reached the downward trail they bumped into Fangzheng, who had just returned.

“Patrons, shall you be taking your leave?” Although he was in no way surprised that they were leaving as he had already seen Zhao Datong’s future.

The group shuddered when they saw his expression and those odd eyes of his, as though he saw everything, both them and what lay beyond.

Zhao Datong laughed and puffed out his chest, “That’s right. It’s almost dark. We need to descend the mountain before night falls. Abbot, we won’t be disturbing you any longer.”