Yu Daohen put away his joking demeanor and suddenly became serious. "Monk, among the younger generation, I, Yu Daohen, consider myself to have no equal. But today, I am willing to call you my lifelong opponent."
Seeing Yu Daohen's serious expression and determined eyes, Wang Ming smiled.
Although he hadn't won today, it was enough.
One day, he would defeat you!
But speaking of which, this guy was quite good at comforting people.
If possible, he really wanted to become confidants with him.
Wang Ming reached out and grabbed Yu Daohen's hand to stand up, smiling, "I didn't expect you to be so good at comforting people."
Yu Daohen smiled faintly and asked, "What are your plans next?"
"My plans next?"
Wang Ming fell into thought. It was impossible to get five hundred thousand in one go.
Moreover, he was penniless, and even a place to stay was a problem.
Wang Ming's face showed some embarrassment. "That..."
Seeing Wang Ming's hesitant demeanor, Yu Daohen looked confused. "What's wrong?"
Wang Ming, seeing that Yu Daohen didn't understand, sighed and said, "When I descended the mountain, I left in a hurry and didn't bring much money. I have no more than two hundred yuan on me now, and even a place to stay is a problem."
Hearing this, Yu Daohen immediately understood. "I understand."
Wang Ming, seeing Yu Daohen say this, felt a little embarrassed. "Then for these few days, I'll trouble you..."
Before Wang Ming could finish, he saw Yu Daohen wave his hand and laugh.
"No need. Under the bridge in the east of the city, they specifically take in homeless people. You can sleep there. Besides, kind-hearted people often send leftover food to those homeless people, so you won't starve."
After speaking, Yu Daohen solicitously asked if he needed a blanket.
"..."
Wang Ming's face instantly turned grim.
He was wrong. How could he have thought of becoming confidants with him?
As expected, this guy was still the same as before, making one want to punch him.
Yu Daohen knew what Wang Ming meant, but he was just teasing him.
After all, this guy intended to extort fifty thousand yuan from him.
"Then I shall take my leave," Wang Ming said, turning to leave.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen quickly called out, "Brother Wang, don't be angry. I was just joking, just like you joked with me about the fifty thousand yuan."
Hearing Yu Daohen mention the fifty thousand yuan, Wang Ming's face was full of embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
It seemed that he was indeed in the wrong first.
"Since Brother Wang has no place to stay, you can stay at my place for now," Yu Daohen said.
Wang Ming had intended to refuse with some pride, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. One had to bow their head when under someone else's roof. "Then I'll be imposing."
Yu Daohen also knew not to push it too far. He nodded and said, "Then let's go back. I have something very important to tell you."
"Something important?"
Seeing that Yu Daohen didn't seem to be joking, Wang Ming frowned.
Yu Daohen nodded, not rushing to say it. "Let's go back first and then talk."
Wang Ming nodded, and the three of them walked towards the old Yu family mansion.
Upon arriving at the old Yu family mansion, Zhou Fu began to cook.
Yu Daohen and Wang Ming sat at the tea table.
Wang Ming couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yu, what is this important matter you mentioned?"
Yu Daohen didn't hide anything and said, "It's about the entrance to hell."
As soon as he said this, Wang Ming became agitated. "You're talking about the entrance to hell?"
"That's right," Yu Daohen nodded and explained the whole story.
Hearing this, Wang Ming pondered for a moment and asked, "Are you sure it's the entrance to the first level of hell?"
Yu Daohen nodded affirmatively. "I can be sure, it's the entrance to the first level of hell."
Seeing Yu Daohen's certainty, Wang Ming stood up and prepared to return to his sect. "No, this matter is of great importance. I need to go back and report to the abbot first."
Yu Daohen shook his head and said, "Don't rush. Now is not the time to notify all the sects."
Wang Ming looked confused and asked, "What do you mean?"
Yu Daohen's expression suddenly became serious, and he explained, "The reason I was framed this time is because there is a spy from the Divine Religion in the underworld. Since there is a spy in the underworld, it's not impossible that there are spies in other sects."
After hearing Yu Daohen's explanation, Wang Ming nodded in agreement. "Before we can rule out the possibility of spies, the fewer people who know, the safer it is."
Yu Daohen nodded. "Exactly. If I'm not mistaken, Nanjing Shuo and the others must already be targeted by people from the Divine Religion. Every move they make will be discovered by the Divine Religion."
"Then what do we do now?" Wang Ming asked.
Yu Daohen grinned. "Since we can't mobilize the experts from the human world, let's ask for help from the underworld experts. After all, the Divine Religion is made up of people. Even if there are spies in the underworld, there will be fewer than those planted in the human world."
Wang Ming also nodded in agreement. "But this matter is of great importance and must be reported to the abbot."
Yu Daohen nodded. "I'll handle the underworld side."
Wang Ming hummed. "There's no time to delay. I'll set off now."
Yu Daohen nodded and got up, ready to see Wang Ming off.
Wang Ming had intended to set off immediately but stopped after thinking about it.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen looked confused. "Is something wrong?"
"Not really," Wang Ming said with a slight embarrassment. "I'll set off after lunch."
"..." Yu Daohen was instantly speechless.
After lunch, Wang Ming borrowed another thousand yuan from Yu Daohen before leaving.
Yu Daohen saw Wang Ming off to the gate and watched his receding figure, falling into thought.
This world was about to be thrown into chaos. He had to improve his strength to protect the people he wanted to protect.
For the next week, Yu Daohen kept teaching Zhou Fu the Flame Swallowing Technique.
A week passed quickly.
Zhou Fu made the last meal, and the two sat at the dining table.
Yu Daohen looked at Zhou Fu, who was lowering his head, and asked, "Are you leaving today?"
Zhou Fu nodded. "Yes, I should be setting off soon."
Yu Daohen didn't say much and smiled. "Hurry up and eat. The dishes will get cold and won't taste good."
Zhou Fu nodded, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.
Yu Daohen knew in his heart that this kid had made up his mind and couldn't be persuaded.
After lunch, Zhou Fu washed the dishes, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and prepared to leave.
Yu Daohen wanted to see him off to the door, but he refused.
Yu Daohen nodded and didn't force it. When he first saw Zhou Fu, he felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Was this person really his disciple Zhou Fu?
But after spending a few days together, Yu Daohen was sure that although the kid's personality had changed a lot, he was exactly like his disciple.
Perhaps he really was his disciple Zhou Fu.