IDWBE -Chapter 337 Caught Between Two Choices

Even the monk himself was a bit at a loss.

“Monk,” Xie Jiuyun smiled, “I will believe whatever you say. I have no reason not to trust you.”

Jiang Chou, standing nearby, had goosebumps.

Was this girl out of her mind?

One moment she had a face like frost, ready to kill, and the next, her eyes were full of tenderness, her heart overflowing with joy. She looked at the monk as if he were a lover.

Was this still the same Xie Jiuyun from just moments ago?

How could her expression change so quickly?

“Amitabha,” The monk stepped back. Xie Jiuyun’s hand finally left his mouth, and he could speak again. He said awkwardly, “I don’t understand your meaning, Miss.”

“Nothing at all,” Xie Jiuyun said proudly, “As long as you have no involvement with that little wretch, it’s fine. If you dare have any dealings with her, I will kill you.”

“This monk and Miss Qing are truly innocent,” The monk couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

How could he not understand the bond between the two sisters?

But he was a monk!

He could not indulge in personal romantic feelings.

Most importantly, like many others, he had no idea what these two girls actually liked about him!
If he could, he would gladly change!

A monk following a girl all day—what would that become?

As long as they were willing to leave, his life would return to peace.

“That’s good,” Xie Jiuyun said with a smile, “Monk, she is my junior sister. She has always competed with me for everything, always trying to win or lose. Seeing that I favor you, she naturally stepped in with her schemes. You cannot foolishly think she truly likes you. But don’t worry. From now on, she won’t have the chance to see you, and you won’t have to worry about her clinging to you.”

The monk remained expressionless, but Jiang Chou looked enlightened.

His mind cleared instantly. He wanted to rush to the mansion and shout at the prince who had been obsessing over this matter: You aren’t that great, and the monk isn’t that amazing either!

“Miss,” The monk was puzzled by his own feelings. Hearing that Xie Xiaoqing would never see her again, he didn’t feel relieved, but rather nervous and confused. Afraid of angering Xie Jiuyun, he pretended to be nonchalant. “Then it is as it should be.”

“What’s ‘as it should be’?”

Xie Jiuyun rolled her eyes. “Why do you think I came?”

“I don’t know,” The monk shook his head.

“That little wretch always competed with me for everything. This time, she jumped into the fire pit herself and was reported for impropriety. She foolishly admitted it, hoping to bring you to the master. In anger, the master locked her in the water prison,” Xie Jiuyun said excitedly, almost forgetting herself, “As for that man—you of course cannot survive. The master has already sent people to hunt you down. Monk, you’d better run far away, and hide your identity.”

“Miss Xiaoqing in the water prison?”

The monk’s expression changed.

“Hey!” Xie Jiuyun’s face suddenly darkened. “You care about that little wretch but not your own life? Do you know the trouble I went through, traveling a thousand miles secretly to warn you?”

“Amitabha,” The monk realized his lapse and clasped his hands. “Thank you for your concern, Miss. I understand. It’s just… concerning Miss Xiaoqing, I must ask—how does the master intend to deal with her?”

“She dared to defy the master’s order—do you think that little wretch can survive?”

Xie Jiuyun snorted coldly. “Take care of yourself. The one coming to kill you is Xie Erniang from Chunshan City, known as the Evil Spirit Blade. Though a woman, her large blade is unmatched; below eighth-rank, few can contend with her. You, a mere third-rank, have no chance of survival. Either stay hidden in the mansion, or flee to the ends of the earth. That’s all I have to say. Good luck to you.”

In the blink of an eye, Xie Jiuyun vanished.

Not long after, the monk heard piercing whistles and the resounding clang of gongs.

“Amitabha.”

The monk sighed.

This girl was too hasty. She hadn’t been told about Ankang City’s curfew—no one could scale walls or move stealthily.

Otherwise, they would face a rain of arrows.

The archers were all fifth-rank or higher, and their bows and arrows were carefully designed.

Even the blind man and Ye Qiu had personally tested it. Even as Grandmasters, facing arrows carried with martial energy, they would struggle. These patrol formations were specifically designed for martial experts.

Xie Jiuyun, just a ninth-rank, should not be an exception.

Sure enough, the monk saw Xie Jiuyun again, but this time she was flustered, cheeks red, staring at the soldiers with torches approaching from both sides of the street, unconsciously moving closer to the monk.

“Amitabha.”

The monk helplessly took out the whistle hanging on his chest, blew twice, and the soldiers retreated, torches raised, and went away.

“Hmph.”

Xie Jiuyun glared at the monk.

The monk smiled, then looked at Jiang Chou.

Jiang Chou immediately understood, took a wooden token from his boot, and handed it to the monk.

The monk passed it to Xie Jiuyun. “Miss, this is Ankang City’s pass. Show it to any patrols you meet, and it will suffice.”

Xie Jiuyun had seen Jiang Chou pull it from his boot and wrinkled her nose in disgust, glaring at him.

Jiang Chou laughed awkwardly and turned his head as if he hadn’t seen.

After some hesitation, Xie Jiuyun took the token with a handkerchief and tucked it into her waist.

The monk confidently said, “Miss, follow this main street east. There is an inn ahead. With this token, the innkeeper will recognize you.”

Elsewhere he was unsure, but most inns in the South City were open.

Xie Jiuyun ignored him and walked off.

The monk watched her retreating figure and finally exhaled.

“You intend to save her?”

“I don’t know.”

The monk didn’t look back; he knew it was the blind man speaking.

After all, they had grown up together. Their auras and voices were familiar to each other.

“Don’t act rashly. Your skills aren’t enough. If you go to Chunshan City, you’re seeking death,” The blind man smiled, “Xie Erniang, the Evil Spirit Blade—I will find her and kill her.”

He wouldn’t say “I’ll kill her for you” to the monk.

As a friend, he wouldn’t let the monk feel any guilt.

“But I worry for her life,” The monk closed his eyes and sighed, “If not for me, she wouldn’t be in this state.”

“I can’t help you.”

The blind man spoke honestly.

Chunshan City and Jizhao Temple were both in Chuanzhou. A place that could still compete with Jizhao Temple wouldn’t be easily visited.

Not to mention alone—even bringing Ye Qiu would be in vain.