Chapter 1463 "The Soul-Seeking Great Monk"

The figure coming through the mist becomes clearer and clearer.
Approaching.
The person coming is a middle-aged monk.
Holding a staff nearly as tall as a person, dressed in a robe.
A head full of very short white hair, like a batch of steel needles planted in the ground.
相貌却柔和，俊朗不俗。
“见过诸位施主，贫僧苦海。”僧人单手举在胸前，向着赵无疆等人微微弯腰行礼。
赵无疆面无表情点了点头。
Normally, according to his usual demeanor of being friendly and not rejecting others, he should have smiled gently or simply laughed to show a response at this moment.
But for some unknown reason, when he saw this monk for the first time, he felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.

On the road of life, you will encounter many people and things. When Zhao Wujian was still in the Blue Star China, receiving nine years of compulsory education, one of his teachers once gave him advice:
If you dislike or feel uncomfortable with someone at first sight, don't force yourself to befriend them. There is a high probability that deeper interactions will only bring disadvantages to yourself.

This is probably the subconscious mind protecting oneself, and the intuition reminding oneself.
"Why have you come here, Great Monk?" Xie Chensu couldn't help but frown, her tone returning to the way she was when she first met Zhao Wujiang, full of mischief:
"This is not the place for you to seek alms."
"The humble monk is not here to seek alms," said the monk named Suhai with a smile, shaking his head. In the palm of his left hand, which had previously been raised in greeting, a golden alms bowl slowly manifested:
"This humble monk has heard that the Ghost City is mostly inhabited by lingering spirits and ghosts. That is why I have come here to search for some old acquaintances."
As Zhao Wujing noticed, the monk's energy kept sweeping over him while he spoke.
With a knitted brow, he took half a step forward quietly, standing in front of Jing'er, on one side, to guard against this monk suddenly making a move.
"There are no major monks, minor monks, or old monks' remnants here. You can leave." Xie Chensu crossed his hands on his waist and walked over, standing beside Zhao Wujin and Xuan Yuanjing, staring at the monk holding a staff and a golden bowl.
Ye Qianchun still stands by the gate, holding a big knife, but the knife is partially unsheathed.
Ku Hai still smiles gently, neither anxious nor annoyed:
"The person I, the monk, am seeking is not someone from the world of Buddhism."
"Secondly, according to the rules set by the Ghost Emperor, the humble monk has the right to enter the Ghost Capital."
Princess Xie Chen Su frowned, anger evident on her face. She did not like the monk from the moment they met, and now she disliked him even more.
Zhao Wujian's deep eyes quickly became filled with purple light, and a faint, almost transparent silhouette slowly appeared around him, like a piece of armor, and disappeared in a flash.
This monk gave him considerable pressure. His strength is very likely at the Supreme Realm level. Even if he is not at the Supreme Realm, he should have extremely powerful treasures by his side.
He had to take it seriously.
He himself doesn't really care, but can't let Jing'er get hurt.
Just as he was mobilizing his cultivation, a paper crane fell from the sky, the size of a palm, followed by six of them, in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, each with different colors.
The origami crane looks exquisitely made, indicating that the person who folded it is skillful in both heart and hands.
A purple crane stands in front of Zhao Wujian and others, floating in the air with its wings slowly flapping:
"Go away, Mu Yunhai."
"While I'm still on my way, you can leave now, it's still not too late."
"Otherwise, if you try to leave later, you won't be able to!"
The monk, whose real name is Mu Yunhai and whose Buddhist name is Kuhai, shook his head and bowed slightly, still adhering to etiquette, sincerely saying:
"Senior Master Jiang Caihe, this humble monk only wishes to find a trace of Qianqian's lingering soul and that heart, with no other demands."
"I ask for very little, please grant me this wish, Senior."
"You are unworthy! Get lost!"
The paper crane roared angrily, the furious sound echoing in all directions.
The purple paper crane in front of Zhao Wujian, as well as the other six paper cranes around it, rapidly disintegrated and returned to their original form - a piece of paper.
Colorful paper with creases floated around, like candy wrappers scattered in the world, shimmering and vibrant.
In the next moment, the paper gathered together and piled up into a colorful, wrinkled little person.
The small person is not delicate enough, and compared to the original paper crane, there is a big difference in the level of detail.
But the colorful little person exudes an aura of supreme power, overwhelming and sweeping across all directions.