Eventually, Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and insisted that he had not modified that shared bicycle at all.

Then, along with Feng Siyu, he painstakingly searched through the pile of cars for a shared bicycle. Too many people had come to see the Daoist and Buddhist debate, and most of them had driven. Feng Siyu chewed on her candy and suggested, "Should we just buy tickets back?"

Wei Yuan glanced at her blankly:

"Do you have your ID card?"

How could they buy tickets without an ID card?

Feng Siyu's expression faltered.

She silently looked away.

At the site of the Daoist-Buddhist debate, Zhang Ruosu had one question after another in his mind. Finally, he signaled the Daoist disciples to step forward. Before everyone had left, he loudly asked Hui Kong and the other monks if they admitted defeat.

Then, he produced a pile of evidence and engaged in verbal sparring.

The Buddhist side was currently weak and couldn't offer any real resistance.

Such matters didn't require the Daoist masters to step in personally.

Otherwise, just imagine the Daoist master, who had just displayed profound and unfathomable magic, suddenly widening his eyes, slamming the table, and shouting, "Do you admit defeat or not?!" It felt like the style was a bit off. Zhang Ruosu stroked his beard and pondered, feeling puzzled.

He had just seen Wei Yuan.

But if Wei Yuan was here, then what was the situation with the Taiping Dao leader?

Was there some kind of relationship between them?

Seeing that the Daoist disciples had successfully gained the upper hand in public opinion, and seeing that Guan Yunchang and Zhao Gongming seemed about to leave, Zhang Ruosu suppressed his doubts, reached out to stop them, and said with a smile, "Saintly Emperor Guan, Marshal Zhao, please stay a moment."

Guan Yunchang paused slightly.

Zhao Gongming was quite polite.

Zhang Ruosu smiled and said, "Saintly Emperor Guan, Marshal Zhao, please come to Longhu Mountain for a chat."

"Wei Yuan… I mean, that Taiping Dao leader said he has something else to say and will come to Longhu Mountain tomorrow. Why don't you two stay at Longhu Mountain for the night?"

Guan Yunchang was thoughtful and intended to decline.

The old man's heart stirred.

He thought of something.

He couldn't drink normally, but now that these two were here, wouldn't that be…

So he stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Although the mountain is a place of cultivation, we also have some good wine stored away."

Guan Yunchang gladly accepted.

A Xuan was stunned and grabbed Zhang Ruosu, saying, "Senior brother, the doctor said you can't drink…"

Zhang Ruosu waved his hand, acting bold and unrestrained, "Junior brother, what are you talking about? What do you mean I can't drink? Today, I've met the heroes Saintly Emperor Guan and Marshal Zhao. How can we not have a drink? Of course, I must accompany you at the risk of my life, until we're both completely drunk!"

Zhao Xuantan laughed and said, "Heavenly Master is truly heroic."

A Xuan opened his mouth.

Senior brother,

You're the one who wants to drink.

Zhang Ruosu raised his hand and pointed to the distance, saying cheerfully, "You two, please!"

……………………

Wei Yuan and Feng Siyu successfully found a bicycle.

But it was from another company.

He reluctantly opened another monthly pass.

Wei Yuan used the art of manipulating the wind to propel the shared bicycle, carrying Feng Siyu and successfully catching the big discounts at the farmers market. They spent more than an hour browsing through the stalls, and finally bought a lot of groceries. It was always like this when shopping at supermarkets and farmers markets; no matter what ideas they had beforehand, they always ended up buying more.

Wei Yuan suddenly thought of something.

He opened his phone and took a picture with a *click*.

Then he sent it to a friend.

Only then did he take Feng Siyu towards the Zhenyao Museum.

And the girl naturally had an extra paper bag of freshly roasted chestnuts in her hand, still hot. She sat contentedly behind the shared bicycle. Ordinary bicycles didn't have a back seat, but Feng Siyu, as a member of the Feather Clan, directly sat on the air currents generated by Wei Yuan's riding, and used some kind of magic to make the people around her directly ignore her presence.

……………………

Inside a construction site in Jiangnan Dao.

A tall monk received his wages, counted them carefully, and thanked the foreman earnestly.

The foreman waved his hand, somewhat regretfully saying, "You're really not working here anymore?"

"To be honest, you're good at your job and reliable."

"Why don't you just stay with me? We'll be working in Qilu in a few months, and the food there is very good, substantial and filling."

Yuanjue said with an honest smile:

"No need, I happen to have some things I need to do, and I'll probably be busy for a while."

The foreman had to nod regretfully.

After thinking about it, he took out two large bills and handed them over, saying, "Take this and eat something good. Thanks to you, the work has been going smoothly these past few days, and I've been enjoying my meals more." Yuanjue was stunned, and said with an honest smile, "Thank you, boss. Good people get good rewards."

The foreman cursed with a smile, "Get out of here."

Yuanjue carefully put away the money and rode away on that creaky Golden Phoenix.

A worker who had watched the live broadcast today muttered, "Is Old Yuan also a monk? Look at his bald head…"

"Yeah, I heard that monks do shady things."

The foreman turned around and shouted, "What are you muttering about?"

"Hurry up and eat. We have to work hard after we eat."

He scooped a large bowl of rice as he used to, but after eating two bites, he felt that the taste hadn't changed much, but his appetite had inexplicably deteriorated a lot. He turned his head and saw that Yuanjue, who had been eating so heartily, had already left. He sighed with regret.

…………

Yuanjue felt the gazes of the people around him.

Just like a month ago, those gazes, which had been filled with respect and curiosity, were now filled with strangeness and dislike. Yuanjue's expression remained unchanged. He was a monk, and his perception and evaluation of himself should always remain the same.

To see the mind is to see one's nature, and to see one's nature is to see the Buddha.

Yuanjue went to Project Hope and divided the money into two parts.

Among them, two bills were used to fill out the donation form with the name of the foreman, who was a bit rough but a good person. Seeing the two lists, the staff was a little surprised and said, "This is…"

The monk put his hands together and smiled, "A good person who's a bit rough around the edges."

He silently said in his heart, "Good people get good rewards."

He turned and left.

He didn't donate all of it like he used to. He still kept a little for himself, and a little for those cats and dogs. He kept a total of a thousand. He didn't know how much he would win or lose in this debate, but he had to go.

It was to prevent the masses from being bewitched.

It was also to prevent true Buddhism and true monks from being harmed.

But even if he won, he would definitely be injured. He wouldn't be able to work at that time, and could only hide here.

The place was still very good.

But he had to buy food and medicine to treat his illness.

If he saved a little, it should be enough.

The monk silently calculated in his heart. After all, flatbreads and steamed buns were very cheap. Walking between heaven and earth, he gradually felt that all things in the world, and all causes and effects, flowed past him. He was walking among the masses, with a Buddhist heart untouched by dust.

It is me, and also not me.

It is to save all living beings.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Yuanjue was stunned, opened his phone, and saw an MMS message from his friend named Wei Yuan. After opening it, he saw a basket full of vegetables, and in front of the basket was a delicate girl with glowing eyes, staring intently at the roasted chestnuts. The stall owner was an uncle, smoking a cigarette, with dark and sturdy skin.

The overall picture was full of the flavor of everyday life.

That friend made a V sign.

"After the debate on Buddhism, do you want to come and stay with me for a few days?"

"Food and lodging are on me."

The monk opened his mouth.

His heart of non-self was kicked back again.

……………………

In the Zhenyao Museum, Wei Yuan skillfully cut and stir-fried vegetables.

He had known before that Yuanjue was going to Tiantai Sect to debate Buddhism. He wasn't sure to what extent that friend's strength had reached, but he was probably going to be injured. Seeing his appearance, he probably wouldn't have good food or lodging, so it would be better to stay in the museum for a while and recuperate.

Originally, Jue had said that they would eat together.

But the girl seemed to be sleepy and was sleeping, so she didn't come to help.

So Wei Yuan made a table of dishes by himself.

He invited Yu Ji, Jue, and Feng Siyu.

Jue's expression was calm, still the flawless appearance of the Kunlun heavenly maiden.

Yu Ji's eyes were complicated.

The water ghost elegantly served four glasses of iced cola, then stood beside them with a white hot towel draped over his arm. Although she hadn't been in the human world for long, Feng Siyu had already naturally turned on the TV, wanting to watch while eating.

Wei Yuan happened to bring the dishes.

Seeing this scene, his expression changed slightly, and he cried out in his heart that it was bad.

He instantly wanted to grab the remote control.

A news report flashed on the screen.

The news now would naturally only be about one thing. Under the introduction of the news anchor, the screen showed images from the Daoist-Buddhist debate, showing a man in Daoist robes taking off his mask, revealing an ancient face.

Jue's expression froze, and her pupils widened.

And to make matters worse, at this time, that ancient man also had his right hand behind his back, looking down at the crowd, and said in a indifferent voice, which echoed in the silent museum:

"Buddhism cultivates Nirvana."

"Can it achieve immortality?"

Wei Yuan's expression stiffened.

He looked at Jue, then at the paused image on the news.

It had to be said that the news editor had really outdone himself. This scene was both ancient and distant, and had a sense of loneliness, combined with the question of whether one could achieve immortality, it had a kind of composure and peace of a transcendent expert.

But for some reason, he had an extremely strong feeling of social awkwardness.

Was it like pretending to be fat by slapping your face until it's swollen, and then being seen? Or like bragging when being seen by friends who know you inside and out?

I really want to die.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and silent.

Yu Ji, dressed in red and with fair skin, a heroic spirit, silently put down the chopsticks in her hand.

"I'm full."

Feng Siyu, oblivious to the atmosphere, said cheerfully:

"Sister Yu, aren't you eating anymore?"

"Then I'll eat your share."

Yu Ji shook her head and said, "No, you're also full."

"Ah? I'm not…"

Yu Ji's fair palm descended from the sky.

She pressed it on Feng Siyu's head.

Silently said, "No, you're full."

She pulled Feng Siyu away from the awkward museum.

The water ghost silently, carrying the cola, moved away sideways.

In the museum, only the silent Wei Yuan and the heavenly maiden remained.

ps: Second update today... Thank you to Wen Jun Jun Jun Jun Jun for the generous reward.

In the last chapter, I modified the ending, changing "who pushed the bike away" to "who said it was modified." As a result, all the comments in this chapter are gone...Qidian swallowed them. Also, the jokes about the shared bike seemed a bit over the top, and I should rein it in. Thanks for the reminder~