After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Chapter 564 Who Cares to Be the Temple Master

She spoke as if his prowess, inviting envy, wasn't perfectly natural. Luo Jin cast a sidelong glance at her, leisurely savoring his watermelon.

Unlike Zhouzhou, who had buried her entire face in the fruit, he elegantly extracted a spoon from her bag, eating with the air of an aristocrat.

Lifting his hand, he rapped the little chubby girl on the head, his tone cold, "I've always been exceptional."

"Ah, yes, yes," Zhouzhou replied absentmindedly, devouring the watermelon with gusto. Luo Jin clicked his tongue, pinching the ends of her hair in mild annoyance.

Ungrateful the little chubby girl. He had suspected that her previous praise was mere flattery.

Indeed, she was a heartless charmer, her sweet words insincere. He rolled his eyes, yet his gaze towards Zhouzhou remained affectionate and indulgent.@@@@

Qingyang observed this scene, a tinge of bitterness welling up inside. It seemed he was no longer needed. Luo Jin was now cherished by someone else.

Yet, despite the pang of loneliness, he felt a surge of happiness for him. Qingyang's sorrow deepened when he realized that Luo Jin hadn't glanced his way, understanding he had misunderstood for years and lacked the face to approach him.

Turning to the law enforcers, he said, "Thank you for your efforts. Proceed as you see fit."

The enforcers, adept in dealing with such matters, swiftly apprehended and cuffed Shouren, taking him away with practiced efficiency.

Zhouzhou blinked, taking another bite of her watermelon to steady her nerves. Shouren, now truly panicked, cried out, "Master, save me! I was merely momentarily confused!"

But that was a lie. Over the years, how many talismans had he sold, how many wrongs had he committed?

A brief lapse in judgment wouldn't have led him to use that talisman against the very master who had raised him.

Seeing this, Qingyang felt a measure of relief. At least his little disciple had someone to care for him, sparing him a life of loneliness and pain.

The awkward reunion, fraught with past wounds, couldn't erase the bond they once shared. Qingyang, concealing his guilt, said, "Child, I've wronged you. Forget me and start anew."

Luo Jin looked at him, then slowly nodded, "Very well." He added, "When I was born, you took me in. This time, I will see you off."

A rare smile appeared on Qingyang's face, and Luo Jin smiled back. In the face of death, past grudges seemed trivial.

No matter what transpired, Qingyang had raised him for many years. This act would repay that debt.

Zhouzhou, witnessing this, also smiled. She knew Brother Fox was kind-hearted, willing to extend goodwill even after being wronged.

She said nothing more, contentedly munching her watermelon. Her juice-streaked face made Luo Jin wince, and he led her to wash up.

A timid young Taoist informed them that their rooms were prepared, leading them away. As they walked, he couldn't help but steal glances at Luo Jin, curiosity piqued by the former senior brother's reputation.

The recent incident had spread quickly through the temple. Everyone now knew that their usually honest and kind senior brother was a hypocrite, while the once-maligned brother turned out to be a good man.

The shock left everyone bewildered. Yet, with the enforcers involved, there was no room for doubt.

They were known for their strict justice, never wrongfully accusing the innocent or sparing the guilty.

Amidst the temple's turmoil, Zhouzhou and Luo Jin settled in as if nothing had happened.

The temple residents marveled at Zhouzhou's voracious appetite, wondering if she might deplete their food supplies.

Suddenly, a bell rang through the temple. Luo Jin and Zhouzhou turned sharply towards the sound...