Chapter 139 Send to the sky

Silence, a long silence, with only the noise of raindrops hitting the stone road.

Various thoughts flashed through Liuwei's mind.

Did he recognize him? Probably not, because he had avoided Jikong's gaze when he was in the Buddhist temple before. Moreover, this monk behaved very properly. He was aware of his resistance, so he did not look at his face carefully and kept a good distance.

So... is he appearing in front of them now just out of kindness and to promote the spirit of Buddhism, or has he recognized something and come here specifically to test them?

Facing Jikong's sincere face, even Liuwei found it difficult to distinguish for a moment.

"Thank you for your help, little master."

But free labor should not be wasted, so Liuwei gestured to Shiyuan to find a chance to leave and he would explain everything, while extending his hand to Jikong.

They were on a bridge connecting one street to another. They could take a shortcut to the inn by crossing Almond Lane.

They had only looked at the layout map of the entire Songcheng, roughly planned the route back, and then asked around. Before coming here, they had never thought that there were many steps on this bridge, so they were in a dilemma.

Jikong shook his head and continued sincerely: "No problem, this is what I should do."

Jikong glanced at Shiyuan hesitantly and said, "Lady donor, are you alright? Why…"

"My sister is not used to talking to strangers, and now..." There was a long meaning in Liuwei's words. Jikong could also hear that he was offended. His ears turned red with embarrassment. He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Liuwei's wheelchair with both hands and lifted it up. This relaxed posture really corresponded to what he said, he had a lot of strength.

During the short distance across the bridge, Shi Yuan's umbrella faced him from beginning to end, just like a devout sunflower chasing the sun.

Ji Kong didn't dare to look at him any longer. After he carried the wheelchair across the bridge, he glanced again and saw that he was no longer there. Ji Kong suddenly felt something strange in his heart and he noticed something was wrong.

Shi Yuan's actions were too obvious. Who on earth would hide his face from him? Besides, could an ordinary person disappear so quickly?

Ji Kong felt doubtful. He lowered his head and tightly grasped the wheelchair in his hands.

The girl, who was sitting in a wheelchair with her eyes covered with a white cloth, was still calm at this moment. "She" seemed to have noticed Shi Yuan's sudden disappearance and said apologetically: "Little Master, please forgive me. My sister really can't stand it anymore. I have to trouble you to take me back. When the time comes, my brother will definitely entertain you warmly and thank you."

"Ah? No need, no need." Jikong quickly refused: "I am just practicing my faith, you don't have to be so polite."

"Yes, yes. I'm really sorry to trouble you, little master, this time. I would feel guilty if I don't treat you well!" Liuwei said in a gentle voice.

Sending empty mail is another rejection.

After crossing the bridge, the houses became crowded, with eaves touching each other and rain flowing down the tiles.

Walking under the eaves, Liuwei carefully put away the oil-paper umbrella and placed it neatly under the wheelchair. Occasionally, a few drops of water fell from the straw raincoat on Jikong's body, dripping on Liuwei's shoulders, and Liuwei shrank sensitively.

Jikong pushed the wheelchair, his eyes couldn't help but fall on the white ribbon covering Liuwei's eyes. The person in the wheelchair didn't make any small talk. After a while of polite conversation, he ran out of topics and just held the sides of the wheelchair awkwardly.

Jikong couldn't help but ponder.

Why were those eyes covered? Was it because he was blind, or was it because they were a pair of... heterochromatic pupils that were particularly conspicuous?

Want to ask?

Ji Kong was a little hesitant. He pursed his thin lips and hesitated again and again.

Would this offend her? If she was really blind, what should he do? But if she was really a Buddhist sinner, Jikong couldn't let her go.

Jikong's gaze wandered behind Liuwei again and again. Finally, the monk clenched his hands and just opened his mouth when he heard the voice of the "girl" in the wheelchair.

The two voices almost overlapped, but Jikong's voice was a little weak and unconscious, which was masked by Liuwei's slightly nervous and amplified voice.

"Little Master, why are you looking at me?" the person in front of him asked nervously. Yu Bai clenched the corners of his clothes with both hands. It was obvious that he had mustered up the courage to ask the question.

Jikong pulled his hand out as if it were burned by fire, and the wheelchair stayed where it was. He stammered, "Donor, I, I, little monk, little monk..."

The man with the white cloth on his face bit his lip and faced forward: "Little Master, I have been blind for many years. Although I can't see, my other five senses are very sensitive. I, I noticed that you have been staring at me for a long time..."

"She" nervously stretched out her hand and pulled at her clothes, which were slightly wrinkled due to sitting for a long time, and asked anxiously: "Is there something wrong with me?"

"No! Donor! It's me! It's me... my problem." Jikong whispered. He still didn't put his hand back on the wheelchair. Instead, he turned around and walked to the opposite side of the person in the wheelchair. Then he asked tremblingly: "Can I see your eyes?"

"…My eyes?"

The "girl" suddenly clenched her hands.

"Yes, benefactor, I'm sorry for offending your eyes." Jikong pleaded weakly, but his hand had already touched the cloth covering Liuwei's eyes.

You really did it! He even blocked the wheelchair! You really didn't give him a way to escape!

Liuwei cursed in his heart.

This monk really should not be underestimated.

Fortunately, his character has deceived many people.

[Talent is taking effect——]

Jikong's face was filled with guilt. He tied the white cloth back on and said stumblingly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, benefactor..."

The "girl" bit her lip and said nothing. After a while, she held the hem of her skirt and shook her head with difficulty: "Young Master has his own reasons for doing things."

There is a bit of stubborn brokenness in the strength. Even when being offended, misunderstood, or even having scars exposed, one is still willing to understand.

Can’t this defeat a mere little monk?

Liuwei's mouth corners slightly curled.

As expected.

Jikong's face wrinkled completely: "Donor, I..."

He was tongue-tied and had no idea how to explain. He hesitated for a long time and could only observe the person in the wheelchair secretly.

The donor in front of him was not any of the people wanted by Buddhism. He was just too sensitive, so he mistook him for someone else and even offended him.

Jikong closed his eyes in annoyance. He had messed up again and ran into Songcheng. He was trapped inside and couldn't get out. He could only wait anxiously for an opportunity. Now he had mistakenly recognized a good guy and all his merits were lost.

He had wasted so much time here. Now that he thought about it, maybe those four people had already escaped before Songcheng was sealed off! They were probably already a long distance away at this moment, and maybe they were still laughing at his uselessness!

He screwed up again!

The person in the wheelchair was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Little Master, are you...looking for someone?"

Ji Kong was startled when he was called, and said repeatedly: "No, that's right, I'm looking for a few wanted criminals."

"Wanted criminal!" Liuwei straightened up in surprise: "I've heard about it too. It's said that he committed a serious crime and disturbed several people in the Buddhist community, so they fled to Songcheng!"

"Donor, don't worry. Buddha is merciful. I will protect Songcheng." Jikong said in a low voice.

Liuwei expressed a civilian's disgust and fear of the wanted criminal in a very consistent way with his character, and successfully implanted the image of "an honest family of four, three brothers and sisters with a baby, who depend on each other for survival and just want to go to Zhongzhou to see if they can do business" into Jikong's heart.

Jikong is the saint of Buddhism. Although his personality seems weak, he is still strong in essence.

He was able to stand out in the fiercely competitive Buddhist community, so he must have something extraordinary about him and his strength must be extraordinary. On the other hand, even if several bodyguards were tied together, they would not be a match for Ji Kong. It's hard to say about Shi Yuan, but Gu Dingbang is definitely not his opponent. He also has an "octopus" by his side who is easy to be caught. Their side is full of weaknesses.

Therefore, if Jikong continued to doubt himself and put all his energy into tracking them down, the four of them would not only have to face the pursuit of ghosts and monsters, but also have to deal with the wanted list of Buddhists, which would be too hard.

Sometimes, if you can find a shortcut, why not take it?

It would be better to take this opportunity to let Jikong dispel his doubts, borrow the truth of "darkness under the lamp", and go with Jikong. If it is done properly, it may not be impossible to make him the scapegoat, stop the ghosts of Wanrui Sect, and clear the obstacles ahead for them.

Inventing a "family", creating "family" characters, exploring needs, and using this to create a scam are the professional skills of scammers.

Thinking of this, Liuwei's smile became more understanding.

As for the few people that Jikong had met, he was not very talented, but he did have some tricks of disguise.

Jikong didn't notice that he and the donor were talking more and more, he just felt that they got along well and were fortunate.

He was not good at getting along with people outside the Buddhist community and was always timid. It would be better for him to be happy in the temple.

In the past, outside the temple, if he really could not communicate, he would just put on a cold face hoping to repel other people's enthusiasm. But this time he made the mistake first, and his past experience was completely useless. Fortunately, he met this donor named "Zhang Yuan".

Jikong felt that he had met a great person!

As he was talking, the tall monk, whose beautiful appearance easily caught the attention at first glance and who could not help but be regarded as a beauty like the breeze and the bright moon, stood in the shadow under the eaves.

Jikong pursed his lips, his bones tightened to form two extremely tight jaw lines as he clenched his teeth. Shadows fell on his face along with wet raindrops. The heat from the straw raincoat made him sweat, and sticky beads of sweat flowed down his neck.

Jikong said in distress: "They have made a big mistake. My uncle who was very kind to me was deceived by them and his mind has degenerated into that of a child. For Uncle Ruzhi, for Buddhism, for Buddha, this little monk..."

His thick long eyelashes drooped, and his red lips were pressed into a thin line. Ji Kong spoke word by word: "I will never let those villains off easily!"

There was silence in the air for a second.

Even the falling raindrops seemed to have stopped.

After a while, Jikong straightened his raincoat helplessly: "No, sorry, I, I said something bad, ah, Amitabha!"

“…”

After being stunned for a long time, the person looking in front of him moved his lips and turned his head, as if looking for Jikong's direction. Jikong spoke quickly.

The "good guy" who finally found the right direction paused.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile full of understanding, and Liu Wei couldn't help but praise: "Little Master! You are very determined and perseverant!"

The person in the wheelchair turned over and lay on the back of the wheelchair, looking up sincerely with a smile that gradually deepened. He said firmly: "I believe you will succeed! Come on!"

He should be able to kill two of them with one punch, right?

But it's quite exciting to cheat this kind of monk!

Liuwei thought to himself.