Free Web NovelChapter 1291: Chapter 1285
When Shi Fei lifted the carriage curtain, a blinding light met her eyes.
She was bounced back by the light.
Beside her ear, Feng Xi’s gentle voice came.
"Lady Shifei, please wait in the carriage first, I’ve encountered a traveler on the road."
With that, silence enveloped the outside of the carriage.
Shi Fei’s expression changed slightly, knowing something had happened.
She wanted to ask further but was afraid of disturbing Monk Fengxi.
She could only retract into the carriage, silently praying that Master Fengxi would remain unharmed.
The carriage halted at a fork in the road, with Fengxi standing at the intersection, his gaze as calm as water.
"Now that you’re here, why not show yourself?"
A shadow figure suddenly appeared in the air.
"Monk, you do have some skill to have noticed my existence."
A sinister laughter echoed.
The shadow was wrapped in night clothes, with a black scarf and hat covering its face, revealing only a pair of eerie green eyes.
He was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing silently.
"Feng Xi and you have no grievances or enmity; I wonder why you intercept us on the road?"
Feng Xi clasped his hands in a greeting.
"I indeed bear no grudges against you. Just leave the person in the carriage behind, and I will show you which path leads to life."
The shadow laughed hollowly.
The laughter was empty and echoed in the night, blending with the misty fog.
"Feng Xi made a vow to bring Lady Shifei back safely."
Feng Xi shook his head in refusal.
Xin Lin should still be at Taichang Temple at this moment.
Dawn was nearing, and he couldn’t let her down.
Moreover, his seven-colored Buddhist beads were still with Xin Lin.
The beads were his token to her.
"Little monk, then you’re seeking your own death. Fine, I’ll give you one more chance. There are three roads in front of you; if you find the path of life, I will let you all go."
The shadow hadn’t expected this young, seemingly gentle monk to be such a stubborn opponent.
He intended to act ruthlessly, but seeing the monk’s enigmatic demeanor and knowing he was a Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship from Taichang, the shadow hesitated whether he carried any powerful treasure.
Just like Long Qingxuan, the supervisor of Taichang Holy Institute, carried the Demon-suppressing Bowl.
A sly glimmer flashed in the ghostly green eyes as the shadow stepped aside, revealing the three paths behind him.
"Amitabha, if you keep your promise, that would be best."
Monk Fengxi indeed believed him.
He walked slowly to the three paths, seemingly contemplating them.
He lifted his right foot, about to step onto the path on the right.
The shadow’s eyes flickered, showing a hint of delight.
Yet, Monk Fengxi paused his right foot in midair, then lifted his left foot, stepping onto the left path.
In the shadow’s eyes, there remained a gleam of pleasure.
But out of nowhere, Fengxi retracted his foot, appearing hesitant.
These three paths, if chosen wrongly, would spell disaster for both him and Shi Fei.
"Monk, will you ever make up your mind? Which path will you choose? Let me tell you the truth, if you don’t choose a path before dawn, anyone setting foot on the ’Yin Yang Road’ will inevitably be lost forever."
The shadow threatened.
The three paths ahead held a mysterious nature.
The Yin Yang Road, if one missteps while walking on it, means an irreversible fate.
"Why rush, I’ve already made my choice."
Monk Fengxi said no more, lifting his right foot again, stepping towards the right path.
