Chapter 162: Chapter 152: Martial Cultivator vs. Taoist Cultivator, Who Will Win?_3 Chapter 162: Chapter 152: Martial Cultivator vs. Taoist Cultivator, Who Will Win?_3 Ever since he had encountered Li Ping’an moving against the tide at the Buddha’s Relics convention in Zhengyang Gate of Chang’an, he had been contemplating making the first move to frame Li Ping’an in front of Cen Changjin, Cen Changqing’s brother. However, for safety’s sake, he quietly followed Li Ping’an and discovered that Li Ping’an had seemingly no intention of looking for Cen Wenjin, but was merely aimlessly wandering around Chang’an City, moving east and west without any apparent plan. Thus, he held back and did not mention this matter to Cen Wenjin.

That is to say, as of now, Cen Changjin knew his brother had died, but he did not know the specifics of how he had died. Therefore, Wang Lang was afraid that once Li Ping’an met Cen Wenjin’s people, Li Ping’an would inevitably speak the truth, provided he wasn’t foolish. Therefore, he quickly found an excuse to hide away, shrinking back to quietly observe the changes.

Xie Wenren walked up to a position five meters from the window of Drunken Immortal Residence, where Li Ping’an and the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana were happily drinking and called out:

“You there, bald donkey, was it you who injured the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Lord Cen’s secretary?”

“Hm?”

Mahaparinirvana, who was sipping his wine slightly tipsy, turned to look outside at the Cultivator, then back at Li Ping’an, puzzled:

“Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Lord Cen? Who is that?”

Li Ping’an had also noticed this person, glancing at him from the corner of his eye, and had already guessed that this person had come to seek revenge for the Living King of Hell, Cen Fuda, but he had not expected the Cen Family would act so swiftly!

“My foolish brother, you must be drunk. It’s that debauchee we punished earlier! Have you forgotten already?”

As Li Ping’an spoke, he leaned back and covered his face with his hand, fearful that the newcomer would remember his appearance and he would get involved.

“Oh, that filthy scoundrel!”

The Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, suddenly taken aback, finally realized and turned to stare out the window at Xie Wenren and cursed loudly:

“So it’s you, this worthless fellow insulting me! Screw your mother, I do not know you, how could you accuse me so rudely?”

Xie Wenren had not expected the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana to have such a “foul” mouth, cursing his mother right off the bat, immediately affirming what the butler, Cen San, had said back at Cen Residence: this monk hits people for no reason at all.

“You thief monk, you truly are a rogue monk, I don’t care to argue with you, just tell me, was it you who broke Lord Cen’s young secretary’s leg?”

“It was me, what will you do about it? If you have something to say, say it quickly, don’t disturb our drinking like a bad smell, it’s very annoying!”

The Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana finished cursing and continued drinking with Li Ping’an, who became very uncomfortable. He truly had no desire to be involved in this matter that had nothing to do with him, but the person seeking revenge had still come knocking on his door, luckily only targeting the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana for displeasure!

“Come, brother, let’s drink!”

Li Ping’an and the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana continued drinking as if nothing else mattered.

“Hmph!”

Xie Wenren had just experienced the monk’s wild nature, who rudely dismissed him, treating his words as if they were a fart, which instantly infuriated him:

“This is Xie Wenren, a Cultivator of Flame Cloud Sect!”

After speaking, Xie Wenren barely moved his wrist inside his sleeve, a gust of fierce wind accumulated in his palm, and with a thud, it directly shattered the wine bowls in the hands of Li Ping’an and the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, sending the wine scattering everywhere.

Li Ping’an was prepared and effortlessly dodged the wine bowl fragments and liquor with a flick of his hand, but the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, who had not taken Xie Wenren seriously at all, was caught completely unguarded and drenched by the flying debris and liquor.

“You beast!”

Mahaparinirvana instantly erupted, bursting forth in a rage, Li Ping’an tried to stop him but was too late. Tipsy and furious, Mahaparinirvana immediately charged at the provoking Xie Wenren.

“What a reckless Monk, looking to die today, it’s a pity for your remarkable appearance!”

Xie Wenren was not scared, but rather surprised as he stared at Mahaparinirvana approaching like a fierce animal and thought:

That’s not right! I’ve already revealed who I am, why isn’t he scared?

The two had barely exchanged a few blows when suddenly from nearby came a shout:

“Who dares cause trouble here? Stop at once for My Lord!”

From nowhere, two patrolling Government Officials casually strode over.

Given the numerous rebels in the world, and with Chang’an City being extra vigilant in its inspections, this deserted area of Fallen Dragon Pit was the rebels’ best hiding spot. Therefore, the Official Residence had deployed Government Officials to patrol this street three times a day, and this trip was their final round for the day. However, these Government Officials would not dare to venture into the eerie and decrepit Fallen Dragon Pit even during the day.

Xie Wenren reacted the fastest, immediately retreating a few steps and called out to the Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana:

“Bald donkey, hold off for now!”

“You nuisance, still daring to argue, don’t try to escape. Today, you disrupted my drinking pleasure; you won’t get away!”

The Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana, beyond listening, immediately advanced to continue the fight.

“Hehehe! Are you all deaf? Don’t you listen to My Lord’s words? Don’t you respect the law? Both of you come with us to the Government Office Hall!”

These two Government Officials only saw the backs of Xie Wenren and Mahaparinirvana, mistaking them for ordinary citizens brawling without cause, thinking they could extort some money from this encounter, pleased at heart.

Upon approaching and seeing it was a young Taoist and a hefty Monk, they immediately became respectful, first addressing the benign-looking Xie Wenren:

“May I ask, sir, which Taoist temple’s master are you?”

Xie Wenren proudly said:

“Flame Cloud Sect! A small sect, not worth mentioning.”