It was already fortunate that Chen Longhu wasn't causing trouble for Xu Fan.

But now, Xu Fan himself had deliberately stirred up trouble at Chen Longhu's place. Xiao Lan thought to herself, isn't this just asking for death...

"You, you! What am I supposed to say about you."

Xiao Lan's delicate fingers tapped Xu Fan's forehead reproachfully, her beautiful eyes already filled with shadows of worry.

Due to her special status, Chen Longhu had always been covetously watching her. Being too close to Xu Fan was already very dangerous. Now, having antagonized Chen Longhu, Xiao Lan feared that this might bring fatal trouble to Xu Fan...

"In the end, it's all because of me..."

Xiao Lan sighed despondently, her face filled with guilt, clearly blaming herself for everything.

Seeing her so worried, Xu Fan couldn't help but feel both amused and distressed.

He shook his head and said, "Lan sister, what's gotten into you? I just won a little money from Little Tiger, that's all. He runs a gambling den; can't he handle this little setback?"

"You don't understand..."

Xiao Lan shook her head and said no more. Her brows were tightly furrowed, all she could think about was how to help Xu Fan escape this disaster.

After a long while, she finally thought of a way.

Her gaze was now intensely serious as she looked at Xu Fan.

"Xu Fan, no matter what you have planned tomorrow, whether it's classes or social engagements, cancel them."

"Eh? Why's that?"

"Don't ask why. Tomorrow, I'm taking you to meet someone."

Having known Xiao Lan for some time, Xu Fan had never seen her so serious. He shrugged and, without thinking too much about it, readily agreed.

"Alright then, sister Lan, it's getting late, let's head to bed early, hmm? Tomorrow I'll wake you up."

"Get lost!"

As Xu Fan effortlessly slid into her quilt, Xiao Lan's face reddened, and then, with a swift kick, she booted the audacious rascal out of bed...

Early the next morning, Xu Fan was awakened by Xiao Lan's knocking.

Thanks to Xiao Lan, the half-day of classes he skipped yesterday went by without issue, using her as a shield.

He had also smoothly managed to take the day off today.

Yawning as he opened the door, he was immediately dragged downstairs by an anxious Xiao Lan.

"Sister Lan, who are you taking me to meet so early in the morning?"

Once in the car, Xu Fan, rubbing his eyes, asked the focused Xiao Lan, who was driving.

"You'll know when we get there."

Xiao Lan's attention was fully on driving; she didn't elaborate further and drove anxiously towards their destination.

The European car sped away, gradually leaving the high-rises behind. On the car, Xu Fan glanced at the GPS map and realized that Xiao Lan was taking him to Qixia Mountain.

It wasn't autumn yet, and the maple leaves on Qixia Mountain hadn't turned completely red, but the lingering morning mist in the valleys and the faintly visible ancient temples and pagodas still had their charm.

After parking at the base of the mountain, Xiao Lan led Xu Fan towards Qixia Temple up the mountain.

At this moment, Xiao Lan had no interest in admiring the scenic beauty around her; she walked quickly, and soon they reached the mountain gate of Qixia Temple together.

The bell sounds spread from inside the temple into the mountain gorge. Within the red walls of Qixia Temple, a few monks were seen sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

Xiao Lan paused in front of the temple gate, caught her breath, and then looked at Xu Fan seriously. "Xu Fan, you must behave yourself later, understand?"

Today's visit was critical to Xu Fan's safety. Xiao Lan was extremely serious, not wanting to see Xu Fan joking around and risking his life.

"Mhm, okay, I'll listen to you,"

Xu Fan yawned and nodded.

All the monks in this temple were indifferent to romance, and Xu Fan? He didn't have the spare time to talk to them either.

Only after ensuring Xu Fan would obediently comply did Xiao Lan bring him into Qixia Temple.

After talking with one of the monks in the temple for a few sentences, the monk then led Xiao Lan and Xu Fan towards the back courtyard.

"Lady donor, please wait a moment."

The three of them stopped in front of a meditation room, where the monk turned to Xiao Lan and spoke before heading alone toward the door of the room.

"Come in."

After lightly knocking on the door three times, an aged voice came from inside, and the monk then pushed the door and entered the room.

A moment later, the door of the meditation room opened again. Following a chant of "Amitabha Buddha," an old monk dressed in a gray robe emerged from behind the monk.

"Zen Master Wuming, I apologize for the disturbance."

Xiao Lan respectfully stepped forward and nodded in greeting to the old monk.

"Hehe, Miss Xiao Lan, it has been quite a long time since I saw you come here to offer incense."

The old monk gave a slight smile, nodding his head, and then started to chat with Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan grimaced and said, "Recently, I've been tied up with many trivial matters and indeed had no free time to visit you…"

"Hehe, no worries."

The old monk laughed, then his gaze shifted towards Xu Fan by his side.

After examining him briefly, he asked, "If I am not mistaken, Miss Xiao Lan, you must have some matter to discuss today?"

"This…"

Sensing Xiao Lan's anxious expression, Zen Master Wuming saw right through her, which was expected given her concern for Xu Fan.

Xiao Lan nodded and promptly said, "Zen Master Wuming, I won't beat around the bush. I came today to ask you to take him as your disciple."

"What!"

Before Zen Master Wuming could respond, Xu Fan exclaimed first!

What kind of joke was this?

Xu Fan's eyes widened as he looked towards Xiao Lan!

He could never have imagined that Xiao Lan would drag him here to become a monk!

At least before dying, let him take a wife! Sister Lan, asking me directly to become a monk, isn't that too harsh!

"Hehe, Miss Xiao Lan, as you can see, this young donor isn't quite willing."

Then, Zen Master Wuming smiled and said, "In this vast Jinling, Zhou Fujun excels in fist fighting, Huang Shanhe is known for his skills with a knife, and Xiao Nongying is famous for her swordsmanship. Why then should he become a disciple to an old monk like me?"

"Yes, what you've mentioned, each of them is a Martial Arts Grandmaster here in Jinling, but in my view, none of them compares to you."

Xiao Lan said with a firm expression.

"Zen Master Wuming, I do not need you to teach Xu Fan anything specific, nor will I trouble you too much. I only ask you to take him as a disciple for three months. Can you agree to this?"

Compared to the renowned martial arts families of Jinling mentioned by Zen Master Wuming, he himself seemed rather obscure.

But those in the know understood that this old monk who spent his days in Qixia Temple accompanied only by ancient Buddha lamps, had a significant Cultivation Level…

If Xu Fan became his disciple, even Chen Longhu would think twice before laying a hand on him.

This was exactly Xiao Lan's thought, using a false pretext of protection, she hoped to shelter Xu Fan under the umbrella of Qixia Temple.

"Zen Master Wuming, what do you think, can it be done?"

Seeing Xiao Lan's earnest look, Zen Master Wuming slightly curved the corners of his mouth, then shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Miss Xiao Lan, I cannot take him as my disciple…"

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