Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything-Chapter 572: Jiang Liu: Is it my fault that Wuzhuang Temple is like this?

Having returned to Wuzhuang Temple, Jiang Liu was truly baffled.

What he saw before him nearly made him question whether he had gone to the wrong place.

What was Wuzhuang Temple? It was none other than the Taoist Temple of the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, belonging to the Quasi-Saint Realmrealm, a veritable Immortal Mansion. It ought to exude an air of the Immortal Clan, and every Disciple of Wuzhuang Temple should be a true Cultivator.

But what was he actually seeing?

Hundreds of mahjong tables were set up in the plaza of Wuzhuang Temple, with countless Taoists playing mahjong?

Jiang Liu's brows twitched slightly as he descended from the clouds, landing at the entrance of Wuzhuang Temple.

He rubbed his eyes carefully and checked the plaque of Wuzhuang Temple. There was no mistake. Jiang Liu then knocked on the door.

After knocking several times without any response, he wondered what was going on. Did Wuzhuang Temple not welcome him?

"Eh? Holy Monk Xuanzang? Have you returned from your scripture-seeking journey?"

Just as Jiang Liu was internally astonished by the lack of response, a voice expressing both shock and joy suddenly rang out.

Turning to look, Jiang Liu saw Qingfeng carrying a large shoulder pole with two buckets of water strung at each end, walking towards him.

"What's this about?" Seeing Qingfeng Taoist Boy in this state, Jiang Liu asked curiously.

"I made a mistake a few days ago, and my Master sealed my cultivation level as punishment, making me carry water a hundred times daily!" said Qingfeng Taoist Boy in response to Jiang Liu's inquiry.

While speaking, he looked pleadingly and said, "Holy Monk Xuanzang, since you have come, you must plead on my behalf. You and my Master are sworn brothers; a plea from you will definitely work!"

"We'll see when I meet your Master!" Jiang Liu did not know what wrong Qingfeng Taoist Boy had committed, so he naturally wouldn't make any promises.

However, Jiang Liu did not outright reject the idea either.

Satisfied that Jiang Liu didn't refuse, Qingfeng Taoist Boy smiled happily.

Then, having noticed the Demon Infant in Jiang Liu's arms, he asked, "By the way, Holy Monk? What is that in your arms? And where are the Great Saints?"

"I'm here to look for your Master. Is he inside Wuzhuang Temple?"

Having a daughter wasn't something Jiang Liu wanted everyone in all three realms to know, so he didn't explain, but instead directly inquired after Master Zhenyuan's whereabouts.

"Oh, Master is inside. Let's go in!" Not prying further when Jiang Liu didn't wish to elaborate, Qingfeng, carrying his buckets of water, gestured for Jiang Liu to enter.

In the midst of speaking, Qingfeng arrived at the gate.

Then, with a kick, he swung the gate open with his foot and beckoned Jiang Liu to come in.

Seeing Qingfeng's forceful manner, Jiang Liu felt somewhat odd. Looking again at the raucous scene inside Wuzhuang Temple, he could hardly bear to look directly.

How had the well-respected Immortal haven of Wuzhuang Temple turned into this?

"Holy Monk? How about it? Did you notice our Wuzhuang Temple has undergone a great transformation?" While Jiang Liu found the scene before him unbearable, Qingfeng seemed quite proud as he asked.

"Did Master Zhenyuan turn Wuzhuang Temple into this after a few rounds at Flame Cloud Entertainment City?" Jiang Liu asked, gesturing towards the scene inside Wuzhuang Temple.

Jiang Liu knew all too well that Master Zhenyuan enjoyed playing at Flame Cloud Entertainment City.

After all, Flame Cloud Entertainment City could be considered his own business to some extent.

"No, it wasn't like that..." However, at Jiang Liu's words, Qingfeng Taoist Boy shook his head.

"Since you, Holy Monk, taught us how to play mahjong, our fellow disciples gradually returned, and the game spread among us!"

"At first, our Master was quite angry and forbade us from playing mahjong, saying it could lead to neglect of our duties!"

"But as time went on, even Master himself started to play, sometimes even calling on me and Mingyue to join in. So, playing mahjong became popular in our Wuzhuang Temple!"

"Lately, over the past year, Master has indeed been frequently visiting Flame Cloud Entertainment City, and he even said that there were too many distractions there, lacking focus. Master wants Wuzhuang Temple to specialize only in mahjong!"

"Eventually, we plan to emulate the model of Flame Cloud Entertainment City and create the premier mahjong sanctuary in all three realms!"

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Chatting away, Qingfeng, visibly excited upon seeing Jiang Liu or perhaps hoping for an appeal on his behalf, spoke candidly in response to Jiang Liu's questions, telling him all about the changes in Wuzhuang Temple before and after his group had left.

"Uh..."

Initially, Jiang Liu thought that Wuzhuang Temple had become like this because of the influence of Flame Cloud Entertainment City, but now he discovered the real reason turned out to be something else entirely?

Was he, in fact, the real reason behind what Wuzhuang Temple had become?

"Cough cough, these are just little diversions; I only introduced them as a way to pass the time. That they spread in Wuzhuang Temple is entirely down to your own preferences..." With a couple of coughs, Jiang Liu spoke.

His message was clear: The transformation of Wuzhuang Temple into its current state was entirely due to their own actions. He was not going to carry the blame for that!

"Hmm, I have to thank you as well, Holy Monk, for if it weren't for you inventing Mahjong and teaching us how to play, our Wuzhuang Temple wouldn't be as lively as it is today!" However, Qingfeng didn't grasp the meaning behind Jiang Liu's words and instead started thanking him.

Even though Qingfeng was expressing thanks, the words made Jiang Liu feel somewhat burdened.

"By the way, where is your master now?" Unwilling to dwell on this topic, Jiang Liu changed the subject and asked.

"My master is, of course, in the great hall!" Qingfeng replied upon hearing Jiang Liu's question.

"Eh? Holy Monk Xuanzang!? You've come!?" But as soon as Qingfeng finished speaking, suddenly, another loud shout arose, quickly drawing the attention of all the disciples within Wuzhuang Temple.

"Amitabha, Mingyue, it's been two years since we parted, you still look as dashing as ever!" Seeing the excitedly shouting Taoist Boy, Jiang Liu greeted him.

Naturally, the Taoist Boy who just shouted was none other than Mingyue.

"Fellow disciples, Holy Monk Xuanzang has arrived!"

"Wow? This is Holy Monk Xuanzang? He looks so young!"

"I heard that Mahjong was invented by Holy Monk Faming? Indeed, he's clever! That's amazing!"

"So does that mean that when it comes to playing Mahjong, the most authentic way is the one from Holy Monk Xuanzang?"

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In Wuzhuang Temple, Jiang Liu seemed to have quite a reputation. Following Mingyue's shout, many disciples started murmuring among themselves and soon approached Jiang Liu as if they were chasing after a star.

"What, what are you all..." Watching these people from Wuzhuang Temple surrounding him with the demeanor of star-struck fans, Jiang Liu felt both curious and unexpectedly flattered.

Despite his fame, it was mainly among the Buddhist Sect, right?

Logically speaking, shouldn't these people from the Taoist Sect be content just not being hostile towards him, rather than acting like his fans?

"Holy Monk Xuanzang, I heard you and our master are sworn brothers, right? My master truly is a visionary!"

"Isn't that the truth? Since Mahjong was invented by Holy Monk Xuanzang, and our master is his sworn brother, the connection is extraordinary. If anyone were to speak of the most authentic Mahjong in the world, it must be ours here at Wuzhuang Temple!"

"Holy Monk, everyone here at Wuzhuang Temple loves your Mahjong. Seeing as you've come today, why don't you endorse us right now instead of picking another day? Why not inscribe something for us, stating that our Mahjong is the most authentic?"

People were speaking one after another around Jiang Liu, even requesting him to write an inscription for Wuzhuang Temple.

"This, isn't this inappropriate?" Hearing such a suggestion, Jiang Liu slightly shook his head and spoke.

What kind of place is Wuzhuang Temple? It wasn't somewhere he could just casually write an inscription, let alone one proclaiming the authenticity of Mahjong?

If Master Zhenyuan found out about this, wouldn't he give Jiang Liu an earful?

Playing Mahjong was fine, but having him inscribe something related to Mahjong for Wuzhuang Temple was a bit too exaggerated.

"What are you all doing? Each and every one of you, what kind of behavior is this!?"

Just as the disciples from Wuzhuang Temple were surrounding Jiang Liu, making it difficult for him to respond, suddenly, a powerful voice rang out.

Master Zhenyuan, with his air of immortality, holding a horsetail whisk, walked out.

Upon hearing Master Zhenyuan's words, the disciples from Wuzhuang Temple naturally dared not continue their commotion and respectfully retreated after calling out "Master."

"My dear brother, I must apologize for the behavior of my disciples!" Master Zhenyuan approached Jiang Liu and spoke.

"Not at all!" The only person who could say it was laughable was Master Zhenyuan himself; naturally, Jiang Liu couldn't say such a thing.

"My dear brother, for what matter have you come?" Approaching Jiang Liu, Master Zhenyuan glanced at the Demon Infant in Jiang Liu's arms, his brows furrowing slightly before he inquired.

"I've come here today to ask for help with a certain matter..." Jiang Liu answered.

"My brother, let's talk inside!"

Master Zhenyuan gestured with his hand, indicating he didn't want Jiang Liu to rush into explaining. He then led Jiang Liu inside Wuzhuang Temple, and only after Qingfeng and Mingyue had served them a cup of tea each did they start to discuss in detail.

"It's rather embarrassing, brother, but the thing is..."

After taking a sip of Immortal Tea, Jiang Liu began speaking, explaining the situation involving the Demon Infant in great detail to Master Zhenyuan.

"I see..."

Listening to Jiang Liu's words, Master Zhenyuan stroked his beard, pondering for a moment before saying, "Extracting the soul of the Demon Infant is indeed no easy task, but as it happens, I do know of a way!"

"What way?"

"Let's not talk about that for now. My brother, about what my disciples were saying earlier, about you inscribing something here at Wuzhuang Temple, would you be interested in that?"

Jiang Liu: "..."