Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Xueqing looked at Zheng Jing but didn't say it aloud.

In Xueqing's view, the influence of the courtyard on her own material plane will only continue to expand.

The number of players in their own material plane is also very likely to continue to increase.

Compared to the uncertainties of the future, she felt that the players in the trading group seemed to be of good character. If she could solidify this circle, it might be able to help Zheng Jing in the future.

Even if I can't help, I can at least not hold Zheng Jing back.

"What are you thinking about? Your eyes are so bright and beautiful, I can tell at a glance that you're thinking of some prank again."

"...Are you praising me or insulting me?"

"hey-hey!"

"All you do is laugh, you silly monkey."

After dinner, while the two were washing the dishes together, they both opened the trading group.

Zheng Jing told everyone in the group that other planes might visit their material plane. However, at Xue Qing's suggestion, Zheng Jing did not go into details about Deng Ai's matter. He only told her that he had unexpectedly encountered such a situation and resolved a tragedy.

This naturally sparked a heated discussion among the group members.

However, judging from the discussion, none of them seemed to have encountered a similar incident.

Come to think of it.

If the plane of incompetence were so easy to enter, and so worthwhile to enter, perhaps they wouldn't have been among the first players in this material plane.

In the end, just as Xueqing said, the main purpose was to let the other people in the group know about this so that they would be prepared if they encountered it in the future.

As Xueqing had predicted, this wasn't the only incident.

Over the next three days, the number of tourists from other places visiting the temple did indeed increase.

But every time I come, the temple is greeted by monks of all shapes and sizes; I never see the so-called Monkey King of Mount Emei. When I ask, they say the abbot is traveling.

Of course, some people wanted to put pressure on the fat and thin monks, but once the fat and thin monks released their internal energy, these people could only shut their mouths and run out of the temple.

Some people later shared their experiences online, and some even went to patrol posts or police stations to report the incidents.

But what can they say?

Do the fat and thin monks in the temple know magic?

The result was that he was ridiculed by netizens online and made police officers suppress their laughter offline.

After three days, fewer tourists from other places came to check it out.

After all, most people who come here are there for Zheng Jing, rather than really wanting to see this old temple that enshrines the Monkey King.

As for Reber, Zheng Jing called back and explained his unwillingness to go through the trouble, after which Reber didn't bring up the matter again.

Two days later, perhaps because there were more and more videos online complaining about Zheng Jing's travels, and only a few tourists remained, Zheng Jing put away his fat and thin monk appearance, changed his appearance, and greeted people with an ordinary face.

If the visitor is unfamiliar with the place, then the process will continue from beginning to end.

If neighbors came, he would make an excuse to go find Zheng Jing, go inside, turn around, revert to his original form, and come out smiling to lead the neighbors to offer incense.

I thought that if I waited another two days, the online buzz would completely die down.

Unexpectedly, a guest who was both a stranger and a familiar face arrived at the temple today.

After offering incense and bowing three times devoutly to the statue of the Great Sage, Deng Ai rose from the prayer mat and hesitated for a moment before turning back when she reached the outside of the main hall.

"Master, has Master Zheng really gone on a wandering journey?"

"Does the benefactor have urgent business with the abbot?"

"The master helped me, and I... I want to thank him in person..."

“Excellent, benefactor, you are grateful and repay kindness. That is enough.”

Knowing what she meant, Deng Ai couldn't hide her disappointment, but she still bowed her head and thanked the controversial figure who had changed his appearance, then turned away—

"donor?"

"Master, I... I have another question..."

"Please speak."

"Excuse me, are you looking for apprentices? Cleaning is fine too! I don't need wages, just room and board!"

"Esteemed benefactor, judging from your age, you must still be in school, right?"

"I can come during my vacation!"

"...Please wait a moment, benefactor."

At this moment, Deng Ai was the only worshipper in the temple. Zheng Jing closed the temple door, led Deng Ai to the main hall and asked her to wait for a while, and then left.

Deng Ai stood there awkwardly.

She hadn't dared to look up much when she was offering incense earlier, but now that she was alone here, she could finally take a good look at the main hall.

Following the smoke from the incense, she subconsciously looked towards the large statue of the saint in the main hall.

"Well?!"

Deng Ai rubbed her eyes.

She thought she just saw the statue of the Monkey King wink at her—

"Girl, why are you doing this to yourself?"

Upon hearing Zheng Jing's voice, Deng Ai was first taken aback, then excitedly looked in the direction of the sound.

"Master!"

"Wow! You can't just shout like that!"

Zheng Jing darted away, dodging Deng Ai's kowtow.

"You actually took her as your apprentice?"

The unfamiliar voice made Deng Ai raise her head.

Upon seeing the white-haired figure leaning against the main pillar of the hall, Deng Ai's eyes widened in surprise.

After glancing back and forth between Zheng Jing and Xue Qing, Deng Ai looked at Zheng Jing.

"Master, is this...Master's wife?"

"Hey! You girl!"

Chapter 291: Good Will Prevail Over Evil

As soon as Zheng Jing called out, Xue Qing spoke up.

"Your name is Deng Ai, right?"

"Does Master's wife know me?"

"Zheng Jing mentioned you."

Xueqing looked Deng Ai up and down: "Why...why do you want to become his disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Ai wanted to deliver the prepared speech, but when she met Xue Qing's gaze, she moved her lips, and those words of gratitude stuck in her throat.

"...If I were to say it out loud, I'm afraid my master and mistress would laugh at me."

Lowering her head, Deng Ai closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, saying, "I...I'm scared...I'm so afraid..."

"That feeling of being unable to do anything is terrifying..."

Xueqing frowned as she looked at Deng Ai, who was trembling slightly.

"you--"

"alright."

Scratching his cheek, Zheng Jing suddenly interrupted Xue Qing.

Upon hearing this, Deng Ai looked up abruptly, overjoyed: "Master!"

"Hey, don't rush to call me master. I said okay, but there are some things we need to say beforehand."

Arriving in front of Deng Ai, Zheng Jing squatted down and said, "I, Old Zheng, am not yet at the level to open my doors and take on disciples. I can pass on the methods to you, but whether you can succeed depends on your own talent and perseverance."

"As for this master, hehe, if you're willing, you can call me teacher. I, Old Zheng, would be happy to accept that, hmm?"

"Yes! I, ah, the student! The student is willing!"

As Deng Ai was about to kowtow to Zheng Jing again, Zheng Jing stopped her, saying, "Hey! No need for such a grand ceremony. When you see me in the future, just clasp your hands in greeting and bow your head, that will be enough."

"Yes! The student understands!"

Deng Ai quickly clasped her hands in a fist salute and bowed her head to Zheng Jing.

"Alright! Deng Ai, since you're going to be my student, then from now on, you must do good and punish evil, and distinguish right from wrong. If I, your old Zheng, find out you've done anything wrong, don't blame me for being ruthless and cruel, and I'll personally cripple you!"

The overwhelming and fierce fighting spirit, along with the chilling killing intent, terrified Deng Ai, making her freeze and afraid to even breathe.

Fortunately, this feeling was only fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Jing put away his fighting spirit and murderous aura, and patted Deng Ai's hands, which seemed to be cast together, with a smile.

"Get up, get up."

A warm current flowed into Deng Ai's body, causing her to straighten up from her kneeling position.

"Xiao Ai, given your situation, I, Old Zheng, will first teach you a breathing technique. Come, sit on the futon—oh, for future practice, prepare some comfortable clothes; skirts are a bit too much trouble."

After Deng Ai, whose face was slightly flushed, sat cross-legged with her skirt hanging down to her knees, Zheng Jing told her to close her eyes. He then placed his right hand on the top of her head, gently channeling his internal energy into her body and controlling Deng Ai's body to use a breathing technique that could generate ripples.

"Alright, it will take at least half an hour for her body to remember this breathing pattern."

Withdrawing his hand, Zheng Jing looked at Xue Qing: "If you don't want her to listen, you can say it now."

Xueqing looked at Deng Ai: "You should know that if she starts cultivating so rashly, she is very likely to develop inner demons."

"Inner demons are normal."

"It would be more prudent to let her settle down for a year or two first."

"It's also possible that she will be overwhelmed by fear first."

"That means she's not suited for this path."

"Don't worry, I'm here, everything will be alright."

"...Aren't you tired of always being so soft-hearted?"

"laugh."

"Laughing, laughing, what are you laughing at now?"

"You still understand me so well, knowing I'm gentle and kind. I'm happy, so I'll just laugh. You have no idea how awful some people's insults are! Calling me heartless, bloodthirsty, and violent is one thing, but they even say I'm bloodthirsty and enjoy killing! Tell me, isn't that going too far!"

Upon hearing this, Xueqing sighed.

"You..."

As Zheng Jing said, about half an hour later, Deng Ai slowly opened her eyes.

An unprecedented feeling of refreshment made her feel so light, as if she had expelled many unwanted impurities.

This made her subconsciously smell and look at her own body.

There was no foul smell, and no clumped dirt.

"I wonder which is more effective, the Marrow Cleansing Pill or the one in the novel..."

"I don't know, I, Old Zheng, have never learned the art of alchemy."

"what!"

Deng Ai jumped up immediately.

"Master—"

"Ok?"

"--teacher!"

"Ah."

Zheng Jing nodded: "However, considering our teacher-student relationship, if I, Old Zheng, ever find someone who knows how to refine pills, I'll definitely get you a thousand of those Marrow Cleansing Pills so you can try them out!"