Dong dong dong ~ dong!
Gu Ming was enjoying a French and Thai double massage upstairs when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She couldn't help but be stunned. Who picked such a bad time?
He was a transmigrator and did not have any relatives here. Who would come to visit? It was probably Sun Wukong.
The key was that if you knocked, then so be it. Why did you make three long and two short? Wasn't this deliberately cursing him?
Gu Ming was so angry that she ran downstairs and opened the door.
"Vile disciple!"
"Hmm? Ah!"
Patriarch Subhuti stood outside the door, his mouth agape in shock.
When he came to see Gu Ming this time, he had thought of all kinds of scenarios when they first met, but he had never thought of this scene.
Gu Ming was stunned when he saw Patriarch Subhuti. It wasn't Monkey.
He looked at her carefully. She had white hair and a youthful face. Although she was a little old, she was a good seedling. He couldn't help but be happy and ask.
"Master?"
"Bye…"
Patriarch Subhuti, who was about to speak, was stunned again. What was going on?
Looking at Gu Ming, he frowned slightly. Was this how the entire capital greeted people?
"Ahem."
Only after a long while did he come back to his senses. He coughed lightly and cupped his hands slightly.
"I am Patriarch Subhuti. I heard that Gao Lin had built a hut here, so I came to pay a visit.”
"Patriarch Subhuti!"
Gu Ming's eyes widened. Mount Innerheart's master was here!
Following that, he pondered. As the saying goes, one would not visit the temple for no reason. It was also said that the weasel was paying New Year's greetings to the chicken. The visitor did not have good intentions.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Gu Ming's reaction, Grandmaster Subhuti couldn't help but ask.
"Have you heard of my name?"
"Hehe, please come in."
Gu Ming smiled and didn't explain. He just made a gesture of invitation.
"Thank you."
Patriarch Subhuti did not pursue the matter any further. After thanking him, he stepped over the threshold.
"This…this cave…"
After entering the villa, Patriarch Bodhi's eyes widened slightly when he saw the layout of the villa. Even though he was proficient in the three religions, he could not find a good adjective for the time being.
"So…so unique."
"Haha."
Gu Ming smiled and pointed at the sofa.
"Please sit."
"How…"
Before he could say the word 'thank you', his butt sank into the sofa. Patriarch Subhuti was stunned again.
This praying mat was so soft. Although it was comfortable, it didn't seem to be good for meditation.
"Coffee."
After they sat down, Gu Ming shouted upstairs.
Then, Xiao Yang and Xiao Zhao came down and placed a cup of coffee for each of them.
Patriarch Subhuti nodded slightly in greeting. He then picked up the cup and leisurely took a sip.
However, it was only a small mouthful. He could not help but frown slightly and ask.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask where this coffee comes from? It tastes so bitter.”
"Brazil."
Gu Ming added sugar and milk, stirring it gently and casually said.
"Brazil…"
Patriarch Subhuti was startled. He knew the geography of the heavens, but he had never heard of Brazil.
He couldn't help but wonder, could it be the outer realm secret region?
At the same time, he was puzzled. Not only was this coffee bitter, but there was no spiritual energy in it. What was the use of eating it? Since that was the case, why did King Quan pluck it from the outer realm and use it as a drink?
"Could it be…"
After pondering for a moment, Patriarch Subhuti suddenly thought of something.
Could it be intentional? He deliberately used this bitter tea to remind himself that he could not slack off when cultivating. As the saying went, one could only be superior by suffering the most.
That must be the case. Thinking of this, Patriarch Subhuti looked at Gu Ming again, and he couldn't help but feel more fearful.
Although he had good intentions, he really did not like the taste. Patriarch Bodhi placed the coffee on the table and did not touch it anymore.
Then, he looked around. Other than the two women who had served the coffee just now, there were many young and beautiful women in the cave dwelling who were peeking from all over the place.
"These women…"
Puzzled, Patriarch Subhuti pointed and asked.
"Are they all Gao Lin's disciples?"
"I'm not a disciple."
"That's true."
Patriarch Subhuti nodded. These people had no cultivation at all. With King Quan's abilities, how could he possibly teach such rotten wood?
In that case, he should only be a servant.
"They are all my wives."
Gu Ming added.
"Wife?"
Patriarch Subhuti was startled, and he couldn't help but ask.
"Honey, how should I explain?"
"Oh, in your words, Dao-companions.”
"Dao…"
Patriarch Subhuti's eyes instantly widened. There were at least eighty women in the cave abode, if not a hundred. He pointed at them in surprise.
"They're both…Dao-companions?"
"Both."
“……”
Patriarch Subhuti was momentarily at a loss for words. After a while, he came back to his senses and cupped his hands.
"Gao Lin is indeed in a good mood."
Although he said that, Patriarch Subhuti's suspicions grew.
The bitter but lifeless coffee could be said to be used to alert one's body. However, he really couldn't figure it out with so many Dao-companions.
As a cultivator, he should have a pure heart and few desires. It was also possible to walk the path of balancing Yin and Yang. After all, the Buddhist Sect also had the Joyful Zen Sect.
However, the crux of the problem was that these women had no cultivation at all. They were just a group of mortals. What was the use of dual cultivation?
"Gao Lin."
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason. He thought to himself that it was better to be direct than to vent his boredom. Patriarch Subhuti asked again.
"What do you think of the heavens?"
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