Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 270, Page 269: The Barefoot Prince and the Authority of the God of Life
When I got home, everyone in my family was already asleep.

However, Gu Zhili maintained her professionalism and immediately got out of bed and went to Feng Xiuhu after hearing the noise.

"Want something to eat?"

Gu Zhili asked in a low voice.

Although you could see the drowsiness in her eyes, she still had the physique of a cultivator, so her spirits were still pretty good.

"Need not."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand and pulled her into the study.

The two were standing close together. Gu Zhili sniffed and instantly perked up.

As someone who came from the Barefoot Temple, Gu Zhili had a very keen sense of smell because she needed to be familiar with pharmacology and distinguish medicinal herbs.

She smelled alcohol, cigarettes, cosmetics, and a lingering stench of blood on Feng Xiuhu.

"where have you been?"

Gu Zhili asked solemnly.

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyebrows: "You're even trying to control your master now—Ali, you absolutely mustn't become a jealous woman just because you love me. I'm not married yet, isn't it normal for me to go out and fool around?"

Gu Zhili blushed, whether from anxiety or embarrassment, she gritted her teeth and said, "You smell of blood, did you have a magical duel?"

Feng Xiuhu thought about it and felt that it didn't count—to be precise, it should be said that he was beaten unilaterally.

So he shook his head: "No."

His stubborn denial left Gu Zhili helpless, but since he was perfectly fine, it meant nothing serious had happened, so she simply gave up and said, "Whatever."

Feng Xiuhu had other business with her.

He said to Gu Zhili, "Come here."

Gu Zhili approached as instructed, and Feng Xiuhu immediately began to take off his clothes.

Gu Zhili's expression immediately became flustered, and she quickly took two steps back: "What are you doing?"

Feng Xiuhu didn't say anything, and quickly stripped himself naked.

Gu Zhili's pupils constricted sharply, and her expression changed completely.

Feng Xiuhu's entire body was almost covered with a thin layer of blood scabs. Such a shocking scene made Gu Zhili find it hard to imagine what kind of injuries he had suffered before.

Feng Xiuhu sat down in the chair and beckoned to Gu Zhili: "Bring out your old skills."

Gu Zhili stopped resisting and quickly walked over, bending down to carefully stroke Feng Xiuhu's chest with her fingertips.

Only then did she finally see the dense blood spots under the scab.

"How could this be a wound... What caused you to get this?"

Feng Xiuhu lit a cigarette, leaned back in his chair, and let Gu Zhili do as she pleased: "The master from the Marriage Temple, I remember she said this move is called... Heart-wrenching?"

Gu Zhili's pupils contracted again, her expression revealing undisguised horror: "They found us so quickly?"

Feng Xiuhu pinched her cheek: "If the sky falls, your master will hold it up. What are you afraid of?"

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but grimace—because it aggravated his injuries.

Actually, he was in pain all over his body. He was just putting on a brave face in front of Liu Ying'er, not wanting to lose face.

Feng Xiuhu raised a finger and lifted the seal on Gu Zhili's magic.

Gu Zhili sensed something and looked up in surprise.

Feng Xiuhu said, "Let me see what you're capable of."

Gu Zhili couldn't help but smile wryly: "You've probably misunderstood. The spells at the Barefoot Temple aren't for treating external injuries. In your case, I can only help you with medicine."

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback: "Not treating external injuries? What kind of doctor are you?"

Now was not the time for explanations. Gu Zhili stood up and said, "I'll go find the medicine. You wait here." With that, she turned and left.

At this moment, the mind spoke up: "She didn't lie to you. It's true that the Barefoot Temple can heal the sick and save lives, but for external injuries, it only uses ordinary methods such as medicine, and there are no special spells for external injuries."

"What's the point of this?"

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled.

Shi said, "Because the Barefoot Prince's power is 'plague'."

"The so-called healing at the Barefoot Temple is actually just removing the root of the disease—to put it simply, the Barefoot Temple's spells can only cure diseases, not injuries."

"On the contrary, the Church of Life is actually better at this, because the God of Life holds the authority of 'healing', so he can make injuries recover quickly."

Feng Xiuhu understood now.

As they were talking, Gu Zhili hurriedly returned.

She was carrying a basin of water and several medicine bottles—the medicine bottles seemed to be ones she had brought herself.

Gu Zhili dipped a towel in hot water and began to carefully wipe away the blood scabs all over Feng Xiuhu's body.

These injuries were not limited to the surface of the skin; the red lines ran through his entire body, and Feng Xiuhu's internal injuries were actually more severe.

So every time the towel is used to wipe, the muscles in the contact area spasm slightly.

Gu Zhili became increasingly cautious in her movements.

To divert Feng Xiuhu's attention, she took the initiative to start a conversation.

"What's that man's name?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "I don't know, I was killed before I could ask - I only know that she was a woman, and she looked quite young."

Gu Zhili told him, "There are more female monks than male monks at the Marriage Temple, so it's not surprising."

"As for the age you mentioned, what you see is not necessarily the truth—those who cultivate the Love and Joy Technique can maintain their youth forever, and the deeper their cultivation, the less their true age can be seen."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized—no wonder the woman looked young and beautiful, yet exuded a dignified and mature air.

He recalled other clues and then asked, "Her cultivation level is at the Great Perfection of the Breakthrough Realm, and she is said to be some kind of True Person—what exactly does 'True Person' mean?"

Gu Zhili's hand trembled, and she looked up in disbelief: "A True Person at the Great Perfection of the Breakthrough Realm? You actually had the ability to kill her?"

Feng Xiuhu laughed smugly: "Just kidding, you didn't see how I dealt with her. If I weren't out of sorts today, I would have caught her alive and shown her to you."

Gu Zhili was skeptical, but since she didn't know the truth, she could only believe Feng Xiuhu's nonsense for the time being, and her gaze toward Feng Xiuhu became even more awe-inspiring.

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Don't be distracted, you haven't answered me yet."

"A real person..."

Gu Zhili bit her lip and said, "Actually, Ah Feng and I are also real people."

“You have little contact with the temple, so you don’t know much about it. You only know that the temple has priests, high priests, senior priests, and great priests.”

"But these positions were actually only set up to maintain the normal operation of the temple, but most monks only wanted to devote themselves to cultivation and did not want to be entangled in worldly affairs."

“New monks who have just entered the temple will naturally start as masters of ceremonies, which is why you see so many masters of ceremonies. But once a master of ceremonies successfully enters the Divine Travel Realm, he can get rid of his position and no longer need to serve in the temple every day.”

“If there is an arrangement in the temple, one can serve as the chief priest and be sent to a temple or shrine to take up a post. But if no post is arranged, one should cultivate oneself on one’s own and not be disturbed by external things—such people are called True People.”

“But being a True Person doesn’t mean severing ties with the Temple. When things are peaceful, True Persons can ignore what’s happening outside, but if the Temple is in trouble, they must obey the Temple’s orders—like Ah Feng and me.”

Gu Zhili glanced over cautiously: "As for that True Person at the Great Perfection of the Breakthrough Realm you mentioned..."

"That's an extremely remarkable person; I'm afraid there aren't many like him in the entire Marriage Temple."

PS: Having lost a master, I'll have to think twice before coming to the Marriage Temple again, since Sail City is the territory of the Wind and Rain Temple.

(End of this chapter)