Chapter 6: The Accident Hits Just Like That
"Oh ho ho, what a coincidence, the monk is also interested in these?" Huali sat up with a jerk. "If you like them, they're all 20% off, oh no, 50% off."
Lian Zhuo looked down at the four large characters “Special Offering for Buddhist Disciples” and then glanced at the rubbish on the ground.
He had heard that merchants were using his name to make and sell goods, but seeing it in person gave him a completely different feeling.
That's utterly absurd.
"You know Tan Chen?"
"Tan Chen? Who is that?" Should she know him?
Lian Zhuo was silent for a moment, then asked, "Where did you get these things?"
"Of course it's the Buddha's disciple. The Buddha's disciple is compassionate and merciful, protecting this pure land of Fufeng City. This is what he gave us last month. It couldn't be more genuine."
Ao Bai: "I feel like I've heard this before."
Lian Zhuo stared sternly into the girl's eyes.
But the other party remained completely calm, concealing a sly cunning glint in their eyes. With a quick, clever glance, they appeared obedient and sincere, showing no sign of the embarrassment one would expect when lying.
In less than two days, he experienced more emotions than he had in the past ten years.
Lian Zhuo, not wanting to get entangled with the liar any longer, spoke directly: "Buddhist prayer beads."
Huali knew that the reason he took the initiative to contact her was because of this.
“You mean it?” Huali stretched out a section of her arm, a red rope woven into her fair and delicate wrist, above which was the Bodhi bead she had used to shoot the Shadowless Beast.
Seeing that the Buddhist prayer beads she had been playing with day and night were being kept close to the other person's body, Lian Zhuo's gaze faltered slightly, and the fingers that had been twisting the Bodhi beads in her sleeve quickly loosened their grip.
"Nonsense." Lian Zhuo said in a deep voice, "Untie it."
"I found this." Thinking the other person was going to snatch it, Huali quickly grabbed her wrist with her other hand and held it firmly to her chest. "You left then, so you just didn't want it anymore, right?"
Lian Zhuo naturally couldn't explain the poison's onset to her, so he looked away and said, "Amitabha."
"How can you possibly repay me, benefactor?"
"That's easy." This was exactly what Huali had been waiting for. She eagerly took out the earth-type card and looked at Lianzhuo expectantly.
Light up my four little stars, and I'll not only accept you as my prayer beads, but I'll even recognize you as my biological father.
This card is indeed strange.
The reason she's so difficult to deal with is probably because of this thing.
Lian Zhuo also wanted to know what this thing was.
Under Huali's expectant gaze, he reached out and took the card in his hand again, subtly transferring spiritual energy from his fingertips to the card.
Before Lian Zhuo could investigate further, the guiding spiritual power was suddenly repelled by a powerful and domineering force, forcing Lian Zhuo, whose already injured heart meridian was damaged, to cough up a mouthful of blood.
"Hey! Oh my god, why are you coughing up blood?" Huali was startled and quickly grabbed Fuzi's arm. "Don't try to scam me, my card isn't offensive."
"This thing?"
"These are my cards. I want you to help me figure out how to light up the stars on them," Huali quickly explained. "Your vomiting blood has nothing to do with me."
"Cards?" Lian Zhuo subtly withdrew her arm. "What do you mean?"
Just as Huali was about to explain, Aobai, who was catching butterflies not far away, suddenly turned around and ran away.
"Oh no! Oh no!! Host, run! Those two are coming at us!"
Huali: "Huh? Who?"
She looked over and her eyes widened: "Wait, isn't that where they sell aquamarine?"
The aquamarine vendor was walking aggressively toward them, turning back to gesture at Tang Wanwan and Mo Ziyan, who were also furious.
Even from a great distance, she could feel the other person's burning anger.
It crashed!
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Huali instinctively took a running start, urging Lianzhuo beside her, "Hurry up and help me pack my things."
Lian Zhuo silently watched the girl scurrying around like a headless fly.
In his view, these "treasures" on the ground were not even qualified to be the floor tiles of his Fanyin Pavilion.
"Forget it, saving our lives is the priority. There's no time to explain, let's run!"
Obviously, these things weren't important, because the next second the girl next to him suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.
Compared to the initial discomfort, the Buddhist disciple is now almost desensitized.
Having coughed up blood twice and forced to suppress her cultivation at the Foundation Establishment stage, Lian Zhuo had no time to resist before she was pulled away.
He frowned and turned around, only to see a man and a woman following closely behind him.
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Huali grabbed Lianzhuo and ran wildly.
Since transmigrating, Huali has faced the option of escaping for her life almost every day, and she has long been adept at it.
Running quickly into the dense forest, Huali pushed Lianzhuo behind a pear tree, her whole body almost pressed against his chest.
Lian Zhuo's brows never relaxed the entire way.
He was a holy son of Buddhism from birth, and his every word and action represented Buddhism. People respected him but also feared him.
No one dared to treat him like that.
Seeing that Lian Zhuo was about to speak, Hua Li quickly raised her hand and covered his lips with her palm without any hesitation.
The Buddhist monk's pupils contracted slightly as the fragrance of pear blossoms, accompanied by a warm touch, swept over him, causing his Adam's apple to bob involuntarily.
"Shh—" Huali whispered in his ear, turning her head, "Don't make a sound."
The humid heat brushed against her ear, and Lian Zhuo lowered her eyes.
The girl only reached his shoulder; her hair was still covered in grass clippings from running, and a red feather from her left ear was stuck to the side of her neck.
She seemed to carry the scent of grass and trees, mixed with the fragrance of pear blossoms, which made his thoughts wander and he even thought of the wild Udumbara flowers on the back mountain of the Wanfo Sect.
Lian Zhuo closed her eyes and stopped looking.
"You lost them so easily?" Hua Li asked suspiciously. "Ao Bai, go and take a look."
Ao Bai shouted and charged out.
Huali breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that her hand was still covering his mouth. She quickly let go, "I'm so sorry, are you alright?"
Lian Zhuo opened her eyes and shook her head.
He just vomited blood and then ran like that, and he's fine. He's in great physical condition.
Why run?
"It's a long story, but let's hurry up and get out of here. We'll be done once they find it!"
Swish—
The sword sheath whistled through the forest, and Huali screamed as she crouched down, covering her head. She had only bent halfway when Lianzhuo reached out and stopped her, pulling her to his side.
The scabbard slid down her shoulder, penetrating deep into the wood.
"Where do you think you're going!" Tang Wanwan's sweet voice was laced with anger. "You big liar, prepare to die!"
"Junior sister." Mo Ziyan ran over and grabbed Tang Wanwan's hand, which was about to swing her sword. "Our sect has rules that we must not use our swords against ordinary people."
Tang Wanwan stomped her feet in anger, "Even being a liar isn't acceptable!" She pointed at Huali, her eyebrows furrowing, "Fine, didn't you say you'd pay ten times the price if it's fake? Then you pay up!"
Upon hearing the rules of the other sect, Huali instantly calmed down.
She smiled gratefully at the Buddhist disciple, then tilted her head upon hearing his words, "What did I lie to you about?"
Hearing her say that, Tang Wanwan became even angrier, her face turning red. She took out the two books she had bought and threw them at Huali, saying, "These are not books that the Buddhist disciple has read!"
The person being discussed glanced at the book title.
"Chronicles of the Immortal Sect: Junior Sister, Don't Even Think About Escaping" and "One Hundred Tips for Beginners in Immortal Cultivation"
"Amitabha." The poison was stirring again, so he simply closed his eyes and silently recited the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra."
"Who told you it's fake?" Huali caught the book. "Did the Buddhist disciple tell you?"
Seeing how shameless the swindler was, causing his junior sister to suffer repeated setbacks, even the usually good-tempered Mo Ziyan couldn't help but speak up and mock: "Buddha Tan Chen is a holy disciple of Buddhism, with a heart as still as water, untouched by worldly dust. How could he read such impure books!"
Tan Chen was originally the Dharma name of a Buddhist disciple.
So what? Anyway, the Buddhist disciple isn't here, so it's still up to her to say whatever she wants.
Thinking of this, Huali scoffed, "Stop imposing your own ideas on others. Why can't a Buddhist read books that are not related to the six senses?"
“We have a living Buddha who drinks alcohol and eats meat every day, and he still ascended to immortality.”
"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart!"
Tick-tock—
The words of wisdom unexpectedly dripped into the lake of my heart, and the suppressed spiritual power loosened for a moment.
Lian Zhuo opened her eyes, and the scripture she was silently reciting was jumbled up.
"He's just a Buddhist disciple, not a real Buddha. Isn't it normal for a person to have hobbies? Let's see if you get tired of meditating and cultivating every day!"
Mo Ziyan never expected the girl to be so sharp-tongued and twisted the truth, spouting nonsense while maintaining a righteous air. He was so angry that he pointed at Huali and said, "You woman...you!"
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'Buddha's disciple just likes to read these books. What's wrong with killing time when he's bored? Anyway, the lifespan of cultivators is very long, so what's wrong with wasting a little time?" Hua Li stacked the two books together. "Buddha's disciple not only likes to read miscellaneous books, but he also likes to eat candied hawthorns. Is it any of your business?"
Before the other party could react, Huali summoned Ao Bai in one go, took out a high-grade spirit stone from the small cloth pocket on his chest and threw it over, "Here you go."
Tang Wanwan, who was thinking about how to output the spirit stone, subconsciously caught it, looked down and was stunned, "You..."
"What are you looking at? This isn't fake." Tenfold compensation for any fake, don't even think about it!
"Tch! Who cares about your stinking money!" Tang Wanwan rolled her eyes and turned to leave!
A beam of talismanic light suddenly flew in from the horizon.
A mournful cry emanated from within, echoing through the mountains.
"Baiyun Mountain, come quickly... save... save people!"
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