My Master Knows It All

136: Chapter 117 Target!

Common Prosperity!_6 136: Chapter 117 Target!

Common Prosperity!_6 And Four Treasures Peak was ranked last among all the peaks, especially its Peak Master, Cao Zhen.

He had heard quite a bit about him recently; he had been going around every day purchasing various materials for talisman making.

For a Peak Master to have fallen so low as to engage in the kind of trading that only merchants would do, it was evident how miserable Four Treasures Peak had become.

Among the two disciples, the one on the left did not greet him with a clasped fist like the majority of the Hundred Peaks Sect disciples, instead he chanted a Buddhist invocation and asked, “May I ask, Peak Master Cao, what business do you have with our Peak Master?”

Their Little Zen Peak didn’t have any entanglements with Four Treasures Peak, and one was ranked in the top twenty peaks while the other was the very last.

He didn’t think their Peak Master had anything to talk about with the master of Four Treasures Peak.

Indeed, even though Little Zen Peak was ranked twenty-second, everyone was clear that the only reason they held this position was due to their non-contentious nature.

They possessed the strength and foundation of a top twenty peak.

Cao Zhen’s expression suddenly turned cold.

Normally, when a Peak Master visited another, the disciples of the visited peak would immediately lead the guest inside with the utmost respect.

But these two disciples from Little Zen Peak, did their tone imply they were questioning him?

“What?

Does this Peak Master have to report to you what he intends to do?

Is this how your Peak Master, your teacher, instructs you in etiquette?”

“Peak Master Cao has misunderstood,” said the other, slightly older disciple from Little Zen Peak, who hurriedly explained, “My junior brother didn’t mean that; he’s just new to the peak and doesn’t understand the etiquette.

Master, please follow this monk.”

Cao Zhen couldn’t be bothered to argue further; considering the age of the person before him, he indeed seemed young.

Perhaps, like Yi Sheng, he was fresh from the Taoist Institution and had just joined Little Zen Peak.

Soon, he was led into Little Zen Peak by the disciple, climbing the well-constructed staircase upwards.

He could clearly feel that the spiritual energy within Little Zen Peak was much denser than that of Four Treasures Peak.

Along the way, the sounds of chanting scriptures continuously emanated from around the mountain.

Clearly, the number of disciples in Little Zen Peak was substantial.

In Little Zen Peak, all the buildings shared one characteristic: they were grand, and grandness had one advantage—it was imposing.

The reception hall was no exception.

After leading Cao Zhen there, the door-guarding disciple hastily left, saying he was off to inform their Peak Master.

Cao Zhen looked around, nodding his head continuously.

Little Zen Peak was quite impressive – even the reception hall was so majestic.

One could tell at a glance they had money.

He would have to demand more money later, yes, and he had heard their spirit fields were not bad either.

Later, he could also ask for more medicinal herbs.

He pondered continuously about what medicinal herbs he should demand as footsteps approached from outside.

Soon, a monk who seemed a bit older than him entered the hall.

Anyone who glanced at the newcomer would immediately notice his ears.

The man’s ears were extremely large, with the earlobes sagging exaggeratedly downward, as though they were about to touch his jaw.

Cao Zhen frowned.

Although he wasn’t familiar with the Peak Master of Little Zen Peak, he had seen him at the Hundred Peaks meeting, and the person before him clearly wasn’t the same.

As the visitor entered the room, he loudly chanted a Buddhist invocation.

While approaching Cao Zhen, he said, “The first disciple of Little Zen Peak, Wu Xiang, greets Peak Master Cao.”

Cao Zhen sat in his chair without showing any sign of standing up and asked in a low voice, “Where’s your teacher?” Both were Peak Masters, but if the other side sent a disciple instead, then he didn’t need to give them any face.

“Peak Master Cao, please forgive us, our master is in seclusion and cannot meet with you, please forgive his absence,” Wu Xiang said, showing a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes as he looked at the seated Cao Zhen.

Although Cao Zhen was a Peak Master, he was only the master of Four Treasures Peak, ranked last.

His cultivation base, at the fifth stage of the Immortal Bridge, was not considered high in Little Zen Peak.

Compared to his teacher and various Elders, and even many of the disciples, quite a few were stronger in cultivation base than him, not to mention the direct disciples and those responsible for teaching others.

For Wu Xiang to have come to meet him was already showing enough respect.

Yet Cao Zhen still acted all high and mighty with his Peak Master’s position!

Did he think Wu Xiang’s teacher was really in seclusion?

It was simply that his teacher didn’t want to see him.

Though Little Zen Peak was part of the Hundred Peaks Sect, their path of cultivation was different from the vast majority of peaks within the sect.

They followed the path of Zen Cultivation, what use was there in talking with the dao-cultivating Four Treasures Peak?

Furthermore, given the cultivation base and insight of Four Treasures Peak’s master, what qualification did he have to talk with his teacher?

Unable to discuss cultivation matters, and having no dealings with Little Zen Peak, what else could he have come for?

He must have been there to do business.

Vestiges of Cao Zhen’s recent activities, dragging Elder Copper Plate from the Ministry of Works Immortal Palace around to buy materials for talisman making, and then Copper Dish soliciting people to make talismans, had created quite a stir.

Almost everyone in the Hundred Peaks Sect knew about it.

Privately, many people saw it as a joke.

Even more people were saying that the master of Four Treasures Peak had gone mad, thinking that after winning a duel, he could do anything, even make talismans?

The Six Arts of Immortal Cultivation, which one wasn’t profound and complex?

Did he truly think that because he could fight, he could also make talismans?

And what was that about his martial prowess on the Five Immortal Bridges?

Wu Xiang could have given Cao Zhen face, but he was still putting on airs.

Feeling dissatisfied in his heart, Wu Xiang didn’t want to waste time with the Peak Master of the lowest-ranked peak and said directly, “If Peak Master Cao has any matters, just tell me.

I’m also aware that Master Cao has been trying to find someone to make talismans recently, apparently intending to enter the business of talisman making.

If the discussions are only about that, it’s pointless.

We practitioners of Zen speak of the emptiness of all forms and never engage in business.”

Cao Zhen immediately felt displeased internally.

Was this a slight against his business, a show of disdain for it?

Did they really think their Little Zen Peak was so noble?

He paused, then nodded earnestly as if he was genuinely impressed and praised, “I know, you practitioners of Zen, Zen really is good.

When you run out of money, you just take a begging bowl and ask whomever you meet, saying, ‘Patron, please give a little.’

In the end, you’re just like beggars, gaining without working; indeed, you don’t need to do any business.”

Wu Xiang’s face immediately turned an ashen shade of blue.