Wu Shuyan raised his head and took a look, pretending to be scared, and crawled along the ground. His pitiful appearance made people feel sorry for him.

Jiang Sheng jumped off the carriage and walked over step by step.

Seeing this, the people on both sides of the road hurriedly lowered their heads and turned pale, fearing that they would accidentally anger the Venerable and be killed on the spot.

This kind of thing has happened before. That time, the whole street was flooded with blood. Since then, they have been very afraid of these venerables and just hope that they will leave here quickly.

When the coachman saw him get off the carriage, he whispered, "Sir, this child is blocking the road. I will take him away right away."

Jiang Sheng acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He squatted down and held out his hand: "Since it was my carriage that hit you, I must take responsibility. Are you willing to come with me?"

"When your injuries are healed, I will let you go."

Wu Shuyan looked up at him, pretending to be scared. She tentatively reached out and placed her hand on his, whispering, "Can I?"

"Well, it's the same as leaving once your injury is healed. Let's go. Don't block the road here. Get in the car and I'll take care of your wound."

"Okay, thank you, sir."

Jiang Sheng raised his eyebrows, thinking that although this little guy looked young, he was actually quite smart. He was really looking for him and even used the self-torture trick, which looked quite realistic.

He reached out and carried the child into the carriage. The onlookers took a peek and when they saw that the child was not killed, they were all surprised and unbelievable.

They must have met a venerable person who was easy to talk to.

Bing didn't expect that he would bring a child with him when he went downstairs. The two of them, one big and one small, looked at each other in silence. Looking at the person who was patiently treating the wound, his eyes became more complicated.

This number six is ​​really different from those people. Others who have awakened their talents become venerables overnight, and the desires in their hearts are released, and they are like a different person.

Some of the former ghost slaves awaken and become bloodthirsty and murderous, while others become greedy for women and addicted to them.

But people like this are as rare as normal people, as if they don’t think of themselves as venerable, it’s... quite strange.

Jiang Sheng took out some medicine powder to treat the wound, wrapped a bandage around his head, tied a bow, and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, now that it's done, you can sleep for a while."

"Oh, I'll buy you some clothes later. Your clothes are too tattered. Where are your family members?"

"...I have no family. I'm an orphan."

Wu Shuyan curled up his body, trembling with fear. He looked at them cautiously, his eyes full of fear.

Jiang Sheng pushed the cakes on the small table, motioning him to eat a little, then lifted the curtain and said, "Stop by the clothing store when you pass by and buy some clothes for the children."

The groom was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and nodded: "Yes, sir."

Soon the carriage went a little further away, and the people slowly stood up and whispered, "Who is this venerable? He looks very approachable, as if we haven't seen him before."

"I'm not sure. I saw the word 'Nian' written on the jade token hanging around his waist. I've never heard of Venerable Nian before. Maybe he's a newly awakened Venerable."

"We are so lucky today. We met someone who is not cruel. Otherwise, we would be in trouble again. Sigh."

Only the people here know how dangerous it is to be near the dock, but it's also quick to make money here, otherwise they wouldn't risk coming here to sell things.

The carriage soon stopped at the clothing store. In the carriage following behind, Youying, who had been resting with his eyes closed, saw the carriage stop again.

Impatience flashed in his eyes, and he scolded in a low voice: "What's going on? Why don't you leave quickly? My arm needs to be reattached when we return to the temple. You are wasting time."

Youming lowered the curtain and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everything will be fine with Han Bingbing. It seems that No. 6 picked up a child. He is such a kind-hearted person."

Shadow scoffed lightly, "But he's just another simple-minded person. Once he gets bullied in the temple, he'll naturally know the temple's rules. Being too kind is the worst thing to do."

"Haha, that's all for the future. It's still very interesting to watch now."

After a stick of incense, the carriage continued to move forward.

Jiang Sheng urged: "Put on new clothes, go lie down over there and sleep, don't make any noise."

"Yes, sir."

Bing looked at the extra child, sat there drinking tea with an expressionless face, as if he didn't see it. After a pot of tea, he didn't know how much time had passed, and then he casually picked up a book to read.

The Cold and Cruel Ice Master Falls in Love with Me!

"What a mess! People who write folk storybooks are so reckless these days. They must be so presumptuous because they think I have a good temper."

Jiang Sheng reached out and took it, looked at the title of the book, and almost spit out his tea. His body was shaking slightly because he was trying to hold back his laughter.

"...Okay, laugh if you want to."

"Haha, I'm dying of laughter. How could someone write about you like this? This book is quite interesting. Let me take a look at what's written in it and tell you later."

I opened it and took a look. The more I read, the more interesting it became.

Master Bing drank a pot of tea, stood up and got out of the carriage. He went to buy some tea from somewhere, but he sat down and opened the oil-paper bag to find dried fruits inside.

Jiang Sheng watched with great interest, and from time to time he raised his head to glance at the opposite side. His eyes were meaningful and made people feel a little uneasy.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this book?"

"Ha, I just thought the author was very interesting. He said that Venerable Bing wasn't interested in women and must be a homosexual. He also wrote about you and... Venerable Youying and Venerable Youming."

Venerable Bing was silent for a long time. He reached out and took the notebook to look at it. His expressionless face gradually darkened. He couldn't help but shudder and felt disgusted.

"How dare you! Who has the guts to write this? There's absolutely no way this venerable person and Youying, that guy who likes to play with poisonous insects, have any such relationship. Who are you trying to disgust?"

He opened the curtain and shouted, "Number Nine, go find out who wrote this notebook and make sure to arrest him."

Number Nine quickly reached out to take the storybook. When he saw the title of the book, the corners of his mouth twitched violently, and he felt like someone was going to die.

"Yes, Master Bing, I will go and check it out right away."

Jiang Sheng jokingly said, "Brother Bing, why are you so angry? This storybook is just a joke. If you look carefully, you might even find the Palace Master's storybook."

Reverend Bing looked up at him and said tentatively, "Seriously? Who dares to write the Palace Master's personal notes? Do you think you've lived too long?"

"Haha, people need to relax, and what can be more relaxing than a storybook? Brother Bing, if you see Lord Shadow described as a dog, would you find it interesting?"

"That's certainly... interesting, but who would write that the Venerable is a dog? I've never seen anyone so courageous. What do you think, brother?"

"If we don't do anything, then let's look for it."