Chapter 32 (Third Update): The Fish-Slaughtering Knife and the Old Bald Donkey
Chapter 32 The Fish-Slaughtering Knife and the Old Bald Donkey
However, both Wang Sumo and Master He listened with great interest!
He Lin frowned, pouted, crossed her arms, and looked at the counterfeiters in the stands as if they were enemies.
Damn it, he's offended both Qingyun Manor and Bazhenlou at once! He's furious!
Looking at the expressions of the three people traveling with him, He Ping noticed that two of them clearly hadn't heard enough, while one of them was sulking. He Ping found it both amusing and exasperating; this trip had been somewhat unconventional and unorthodox.
But in a place like Carp Town, countless newcomers to the martial arts world and curious merchants are caught in the crossfire every year. He doesn't believe that there isn't a martial arts sect or local power behind them.
The reputation of Carp Town is too great, with too many stakeholders, and the government turns a blind eye to it.
Those who are cheated can only swallow their anger and have no way to complain.
The more likely a place is that you would never come back again, the more likely it is to become so arrogant.
Why is the first floor full, while the second floor is mostly empty, yet there are many waiters? It's likely that the second floor is where the lambs are being slaughtered…
Sure enough, the people selling things on stage were shouting enthusiastically, and the shills below were also enthusiastically buying one, two, or three bottles at a time, making the other people who were pushed up to the second floor, who were not aware of what was going on, feel uneasy.
But the idea that something can be used as both a wound medicine and a seasoning sounds really far-fetched.
But they actually gave a live demonstration!
Of course, it's not appropriate to demonstrate the wound medicine on the spot, since this is a restaurant after all. So let's demonstrate the seasoning instead.
The waiter served noodles to each table according to the number of people, and then thoughtfully shook the bottle in his hand to add the seasonings.
Good heavens!
Some skeptical people actually ate it, then paused for a second, and couldn't help but nod excitedly, "Delicious! Delicious!"
Everyone else looked at each other in bewilderment. The seller on the platform was generous, saying, "The noodles are provided free of charge. Please enjoy them to your heart's content."
The boss is generous!
Praises were heard all around.
Wang Sumo opened her mouth to eat, but He Lin quickly reached out to stop her, "Miss Wang, when traveling the world, you might find this stuff poisonous. Let's test it first."
After saying that, he went to his small pocket to rummage for silver needles.
But as soon as I looked down, I heard a "whoosh" sound.
Looking up, Miss Wang and the old manor owner were already eating.
He Lin was at a loss. "Old Master, Miss Wang~"
How can someone so careless when roaming the world?
He Ping found it funny.
“Miss Wang!” He Lin was speechless.
While eating the noodles, Wang Sumo exclaimed, "They're really delicious!" and replied, "They're still waiting for me to pay for their food, why would they poison me?"
He Lin: "..."
Good question!
These days, people are covered in loose silver, and even the silver notes they carry require a pre-arranged code. If they're truly poisoned to death, they get nothing. It's not as good as this bottle of wound-healing seasoning worth five taels of silver.
ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh, He Lin was frustrated. Although Wang Sumo and Old Master He kept saying how delicious it was, he still didn't really want to take the wound medicine.
"Senior Brother, why aren't you eating?" He Lin had no choice but to ask.
He Ping said gently, "We always have to leave someone alive in case the other party drugs us and tries to rob us."
Wang Sumo/Master He: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
He Lin quickly put down his chopsticks, "Then I won't eat either..."
Seeing that Wang Sumo was enjoying her meal immensely, a waiter approached and asked, "Miss, is this noodle soup delicious?"
Wang Sumo nodded, "Mmm, it's delicious."
The waiter was satisfied and continued to hint, "Our wound medicine is not only effective but also tastes good. Since you think it's good, young lady, you can't just eat it and not buy any!"
He Lin felt a surge of anger, and He Ping kicked him. "Ouch!" He Lin fell to the ground, and He Ping reached out to help him up. "How could you be so careless?"
He Lin: "!!!"
He Lin was stunned.
The waiter had no choice but to look away from Wang Sumo and ask, "Is this young man alright?"
He Lin snorted lightly; of course he knew it was his senior brother who did it.
The waiter also expressed concern, saying, "If you've fallen, why don't you try our wound medicine?"
The thought that this wound medicine had just been in front of Miss Wang and the old master, and now the waiter was asking him to try it again, even though it was from the same small bottle, made He Lin feel uneasy. "No! You're ripping me off..."
Before the words were even finished, and the waiter's expression was about to change, the person at the table two tables away—the closest table to the main table but with only one person sitting there—suddenly shouted, "I paid for my meal, why do I have to buy your food?"
Actually, He Ping had noticed the other person earlier.
To be precise, from the moment he entered the "Eight Directions Building," He Ping had already quickly sized up everyone. On the second floor, this person dressed in black, looking menacing from behind, was clearly not someone to be trifled with. When He Ping passed by from the front earlier, he also saw a fierce look on his face, indicating that he was not someone to be easily fooled.
But what they should pay more attention to is the middle-aged man at the next table, dressed in a purple robe, who kept his arms crossed and looking at the center of the stage.
Some people have a fierce look written on their face, but others hide it in their eyes.
The man's menacing aura was hidden in his eyes.
The person in the black outfit was probably the waiter who asked the other person the same question, which angered the other person.
"This, this is where you're wrong, sir." The waiter trembled slightly when he saw that the other party was a bit fierce, but then he looked around and saw that everyone around him was his own people, so he regained his confidence. "You're sitting here, which is taking up the other heroes' tables. Shouldn't you pay for the table?"
The man in black scoffed, "So, is this money for food, medicine, or a table?"
"You're here to cause trouble, aren't you?" Seeing that his "persuasion" had failed, the waiter suddenly revealed a fierce look and looked around. Suddenly, four people who looked like martial arts heroes appeared in the four corners of the second floor.
Some diners wanted to let things go, saying, "Let it go, let's just enjoy our meal and not resort to violence."
Some people enjoy watching fighting and killing. "In the world of martial arts, it's common to see people drawing their swords at the slightest disagreement. Brother, you must be new to the martial arts world."
Some people egged them on, saying, "If you're going to fight, then fight! Stop dawdling! I'm waiting to see other good stuff!"
The waiter looked down at Wang Sumo, and He Lin just got up to draw his sword when Wang Sumo's eyes narrowed into a smile. "Buy! I want three bottles!"
He Lin: (｀Д)!!
He Ping: -_-||
Master He: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
However, money is useful, and the waiter immediately beamed and poured them more tea.
Meanwhile, the man in black was still fighting with the restaurant's four bodyguards, and the storyteller in the center of the stage had already begun promoting his next product—pine mushrooms. They were completely unaffected; it seemed this wasn't the first time such a disruptive incident had occurred, and it was commonplace for them.
But He Lin still didn't expect that they would be kicked out in the end.
The reason was that when the seller was selling pine mushrooms, Ms. Wang insisted that they were puffballs.
This is what is commonly known as horse oyster mushroom, a medicinal herb, not pine mushroom.
The other party was so angry that the thugs stepped forward to throw him.
The reason they were able to be "successfully" thrown out was because Old Master He had never been thrown out of a restaurant before, and the old man found it extremely interesting and wanted to experience it.
Then He Lin was thrown the farthest.
He Lin was the most frustrated, because the opponents were clearly only amateurs.
But it must be said that three out of the four people in the group gained something.
The person who made the biggest profit was Wang Sumo, who bought three bottles of wound medicine seasoning.
Master He was very satisfied with tonight's itinerary and was still reminiscing about it on the way back.
He Lin was furious.
*
Back at the Fortune Inn, the old man went to sleep contentedly.
He Ping was on night duty for the first half of the night, and He Lin was on night duty for the second half. But if He Ping didn't wake him up, he could sleep through the night, and that's what He Ping thought too.
After He Lin fell asleep, He Ping went to the top-floor platform.
He hadn't had a chance to properly see the sights here before. Although this Carp Town wasn't very reliable, when traveling the world, not every place is a good place; there are bound to be pitfalls.
The top-floor platform is right above their rooms, so he can stay here on night duty without attracting attention.
But then, in the attic of the top-floor platform, Miss Wang was also there.
"Miss Wang?" He Ping asked curiously.
Wang Sumo had just finished preparing—no, it should be said—the wound medicine when He Pingqian appeared. "Hero He?"
"What are you doing here, Miss Wang?" He Ping stepped forward and saw her at the wooden table in the attic with two bowls of noodles on it. Wang Sumo smiled and said, "I asked the waiter for two bowls of noodles. I want to try the wound medicine today."
He Ping couldn't help but smile when he remembered that Miss Wang had bought three kinds of wound medicine today. Generally speaking, no one can ever truly guess what Miss Wang is thinking.
Wang Sumo generously invited, "I really think the noodles tonight are delicious. He must have added something special to enhance the flavor, but I couldn't taste it, so I asked for three bottles to try. Master He, it's really delicious, would you like to have a bite?"
She noticed that He Ping hadn't tasted a single drop today. Given the situation, if a fight broke out, someone would need to stay sober, in case the medicine contained sleeping pills!
But it really is delicious.
It was late at night, and he had tried it in the afternoon without any problems. Compared to the flatbread he had been eating earlier, this bowl of hot noodles made He Ping feel extremely comfortable.
"It really is delicious!" He Ping couldn't help but laugh.
Perhaps because it tasted so good, He Ping couldn't help but wonder, "Is it really a wound medicine?"
Wang Sumo smiled and said, "I don't know if it's a wound medicine, but it's definitely a good seasoning. I need to think about it for a few days. Bazhenlou travels all over the world, so of course we have to learn from the best of everything. It's rare to come across such a good seasoning, so I have to think about it carefully."
He Ping also laughed, "I thought Miss Wang wouldn't like dishes made by others."
Scholars often belittle each other, and this sometimes applies to the martial arts world as well. But Wang Sumo lamented, "Eight Treasures Restaurant doesn't taste good right away; it only becomes good after its reputation has been damaged."
Wang Sumo readily admitted it, and He Ping couldn't help but laugh again.
But it must be said, it was a pleasant evening. On the rooftop terrace of Carp Town, two bowls of noodles, a bottle of wound medicine, relaxed and casual conversation, and a few gentle memories of "smashing the signboard" were all very comfortable in the night breeze, though one needed to pull their clothes a little tighter.
Perhaps autumn is truly arriving slowly...
*
The next morning, Wang Sumo went downstairs to eat noodles again. As before, she asked the kitchen to make two bowls of plain vegetarian noodles without any seasoning. She added some of the wound medicine from that bottle herself.
She's already eaten it twice, and she still wants more.
She herself is a cook, and someone with basic judgment; if it were an ordinary person, they could easily become addicted…
Wang Sumo's heart is pure.
He Lin knew that Miss Wang had gone downstairs early in the morning, but when he went downstairs with his senior brother and the old master, he saw Wang Sumo eating noodles again.
"What kind of noodles are so delicious?" He Lin asked in surprise.
But what surprised He Ping even more was that he and Wang Sumo had shared a bowl of food on the top-floor platform last night, and now they were eating it again.
“Miss Wang…” He Ping hesitated before speaking.
"Girl, are you alright?" Old Master He looked at her with a serious expression.
Wang Sumo quickly put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and chuckled softly, "It's nothing, I just wanted to verify it, and now I'm pretty sure. Grandpa, this stuff contains addictive herbs that will make people more dependent on it the more they use it. Ordinary people can't tell the difference, and the dosage isn't that large. I had to eat it three times in a row to be able to tell."
He Lin was startled. "Miss Wang, are you alright?"
In He Lin's eyes, she seemed to be terminally ill.
Wang Sumo shook her head. "I'm fine. I just wanted to try it and see what they added to enhance the flavor. I was just curious. An ordinary person wouldn't eat it in such large quantities, but over time, it would eventually cause harm. This place is an expert. They didn't add that much, but they definitely did more than just cheat and swindle."
Master He finally understood that the girl was afraid of accidentally hurting someone, so she was testing him. She had basic judgment and knew what was important.
"When you're out in the world, you can't stand this kind of petty scheming. If you add these harmful things, you can't stay." The old man was also different from yesterday.
He Ping said gently, "Old Master, I will go with He Lin. You have given me other instructions on this trip, so it's best not to make a big fuss. It's not appropriate for you to show your face."
Wang Sumo also recalled what He Ping had said about Master Huo asking him to lead people to investigate the adulteration of grain. It was indeed not advisable to make a big fuss about it in the name of Qingyun Manor at this time, lest it alert the enemy.
"Then you two be careful," Elder He instructed. He Ping was someone he had watched grow up, and Elder He trusted He Ping's skills and caution. But He Lin was young and didn't have much experience in the martial world.
He Lin quickly replied, "I will follow Senior Brother, I will listen to Senior Brother."
Master He waved his hand, signaling them to hurry back.
"Girl, come with me to the back garden to check on the horses and carriages." Master He was indeed experienced in the ways of the world. While He Ping and He Lin were handling that, they needed to at least find out the condition of the horses and carriages first.
"Okay," Wang Sumo replied.
The flattery was just the beginning. Last night, He Ping paid for the horses to be looked after, and Old Master He went to the stable to check on the horses' condition and whether the horse manure was soft.
On ordinary days, the old master usually takes care of most of the affairs at Bazhenlou, and Wang Sumo rarely pays attention to them.
Before she met the old man, she used to have to find a horse breeder to check and take care of her horses wherever she went to make sure they were alright. But after traveling with the old man, she didn't have to go through all that trouble, and she felt at ease.
While inspecting the stables and carriages with Master He, Wang Sumo also thought of taking the old man away.
"All is well." Old Master He's words reassured Wang Sumo.
He Ping and He Lin's place wasn't as fast. Old Master He and Wang Sumo returned to the lobby on the first floor of the inn. Here, they could hear and see things quickly, and news spread fast.
"Girl, have you often encountered similar situations before?" Old Master He saw that she handled things calmly, without making a fuss or panicking.
Wang Sumo truthfully replied, "I've encountered it once or twice, mostly when local restaurants use it to attract customers."
“These things are difficult for you to handle alone,” said Master He, expressing his concern.
Wang Sumo nodded, "Yes, I anonymously reported it to the authorities, but officials and businessmen are in cahoots, so it's just a formality. Some don't even bother with formalities. Although there are mechanisms in Bazhenlou, making it generally safe, it's still eye-catching. If not handled properly, it can cause trouble."
At this point, Wang Sumo continued, "Until later, when I met the old man, he couldn't stand these things and told me to drive the carriage a little further away, and he would be back in three days. I was worried at the time, wondering if he had gone to beat people up with his Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Severing Hand, or if he had set fire to someone's restaurant. Later I found out that he had hired a group of little beggars to squat at people's door every day and cry out that they had stomach aches."
Old Master He couldn't help but laugh, "It's still the same as back then."
Wang Sumo poured tea for Master He.
Before long, someone suddenly shouted outside the inn, "Something's happened! Something's happened!"
"The first shop on the street where Bazhenlou is located has been raided!"
The first shop on the street, isn't that the same one from yesterday?
He Ping and He Lin are so fast?
Wang Sumo and Grandpa He looked at each other, something was wrong. They had agreed to keep a low profile and not make such a fuss. He Ping didn't seem like the type to do these things.
"Is someone causing trouble?"
"Isn't that right? But nobody saw who caused the trouble! They just slaughtered all the chickens in that restaurant for no reason!"
Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…
What did the chicken do wrong? Why is it the chicken that bears the consequences?
"There are still fish! Not a single one left!"
That definitely wasn't He Ping or his group. He Ping wouldn't go around killing a chicken to seek revenge for no reason. Besides, He Lin has developed a deep friendship with the fish these past few days...
"Now everyone in the restaurants on that street is on edge, not knowing which restaurant they'll go to next."
"Who would do something so pointless?"
"There are too many swindlers and cheats on that street. Who knows who you might have offended? Their family is especially audacious. Relying on their connections with a martial arts sect, they've always been all-powerful!"
Wang Sumo and Master He exchanged another glance.
But soon, everyone who had been talking outside the inn went to watch the commotion, and no one mentioned the incident anymore. Not only those outside the inn, but those inside also followed suit. Even Wang Sumo, who always loved watching a good show, seemed to have his feet moving uncontrollably as he followed them outside.
“Interesting. Let’s go take a look. Everything was fine just now, but in such a short time, he managed to slaughter all the chickens and fish in the restaurant without leaving a trace. He’s a formidable character. Let’s go see.” Wang Sumo saw the desire in the old manor owner’s eyes.
The two hit it off immediately.
The street where Bazhenlou is located is not far from Caiyuanguangjin. After turning a few corners, Master He and Wang Sumo arrived quickly.
The entrance to the "Bazhenglou" restaurant was packed with people, a sea of heads moving about. While Old Master He was still wondering how to get in, Wang Sumo had already skillfully squeezed into the crowd.
Master He: (⊙o⊙)…
When Master He finally managed to squeeze in, Wang Sumo had already finished asking around and said to the old man, "It sounds really strange. It seems that it wasn't just chickens and fish, but also pigeons and snakes. They slaughtered a lot of them, and said that the entire kitchen was stained red with blood."
This was the first time that Master He had ever heard the description of the kitchen being stained with blood, and he was immediately alarmed.
“This person is definitely violent, but if he’s violent, why would he just go to the kitchen and slaughter chickens, ducks, fish, snakes, and the like that that we were going to eat anyway…” Wang Sumo hissed, “What is he after?”
Master He continued, "To intimidate."
Wang Sumo looked at him.
Master He said in a deep voice, "Let's try 'courtesy' first, then force. If there's a next time, it won't be as simple as just chickens, ducks, fish, meat, and snakes."
After Master He finished speaking, Wang Sumo exclaimed "Wow!" in response, feeling a sense of shared experience.
This man killed so many livestock in the kitchen in such a short time; his skills and knife work must be renowned in the martial arts world. It's just that Carp Town has been too conspicuous lately; look how arrogant they've become on the street of Eight Treasures Restaurant.
It must have offended some people in the martial arts world.
As the two were talking, they saw He Ping and He Lin coming from the same place. "Old Master, Miss Wang."
Both Master He and Wang Sumo looked at the two of them. They had been here for so long that they should have figured out the situation here more or less.
He Ping said succinctly, "Come with me."
Wang Sumo loves watching a good show!
Wang Sumo had no idea how the two of them had discovered this small door after the government had sealed off the area. It seemed that no one was paying attention to them, and this area had been left unguarded.
He Lin whispered, "My senior brother paid money, so no one's coming here."
Wang Sumo: (⊙o⊙)…
The senior brother is indeed the senior brother.
"What's going on?" Old Master He asked directly when he saw that He Ping's expression was slightly serious.
Just as we turned left and right, we arrived at the place where the officials were dumping these dead chickens and fish.
Throw them all in one place, and we'll deal with them all together later.
As He Ping squatted down, he said in a deep voice, "At first, He Lin and I didn't think anything of it. Carp Town and Eight Treasures Restaurant are too conspicuous, and they're bound to attract attention. It's only natural that they'd be retaliated against. But after we carefully examined the wounds on these chickens, ducks, geese, fish, and snakes..."
Since He Ping had already mentioned this, Old Master He also squatted down.
Wang Sumo didn't move closer; she just watched from a distance.
He Lin looked a little scared and kept glancing around, as if he was nervous.
"What kind of knife wound is so severe?" Wang Sumo asked quietly, afraid of disturbing Old Master He's examination. He Qingque would know the answer, after all.
He Qingque visibly trembled, then whispered a name into her ear.
There was a commotion outside, but Wang Sumo didn't hear it.
He Ping, who was squatting on the ground, spoke up, "I've confirmed it repeatedly, it's the wound from the fish-slaughtering knife, and the technique is from the great demon Zhao Tong."
The notorious villain Zhao Tong?
Wang Sumo heard clearly this time: the ruthless killer Zhao Tong? Here, he killed the chicken and took the fish? ???
"Where are there any traces left?" Old Master He had not been in contact with Zhao Tong for more than twenty years since he went into seclusion, so he knew less about the matter than He Ping. "There are still some in the back garden."
Seeing that Master He and He Ping both stood up, He Lin shivered. Just as he was about to say, "Miss Wang, let's go too," he saw Wang Sumo step forward and squat down to examine the wound more carefully.
He Lin was completely baffled. "Miss Wang?"
Wang Sumo observed very carefully, so much so that He Lin dared not call out a second time. Only then did Wang Sumo turn around, but excitedly told He Lin, "This knife skill is excellent! It would be a shame not to make poached chicken."
He Lin: "..."
"Miss Wang." It was He Ping who called from the front, and Wang Sumo got up and followed with He Lin.
Then he went to the back garden to check again, looking at the knife marks and the traces left around them. Wang Sumo mainly looked at the knife marks. The knife skills were too good. If he were a sous chef, he would definitely be a master at chopping bones and cutting vegetables!
But I overheard He Ping saying to Old Master He, “Zhao Tong’s skills are unfathomable. Apart from these chickens, ducks, fish and snakes, he left no trace.”
Even so, everyone around was filled with anxiety.
The group emerged from the side door unnoticed, but upon reaching the main entrance, they discovered that the shop owner had already begun dismantling the signboard.
"What's going on?" He Lin asked.
Those around sighed, "They're scared, aren't they? Everyone said the big devil Zhao Tong came in person. This is a warning to others. Who would dare to open it now?"
"Isn't that right? Over the years, relying on the reputation of the great villain Zhao Tong, they've made a fortune in Carp Town, but they never thought that the great villain Zhao Tong would come back!"
"Everyone's saying that the big devil Zhao Tong is back. This is a warning to others. How dare this shop still open? They'd have to chop off a few heads already!"
I didn't realize Zhao Tong had such a huge influence!
Everyone was afraid of being targeted, after all, the great villain killed without blinking an eye...
He Lin whispered, "It's good that it's demolished, so that so many people won't be deceived."
Wang Sumo sighed, "I should have bought more top-grade wound medicine!"
Besides being addictive, she hasn't figured out what her secret recipe is yet? It really is delicious, and Grandpa loves noodles!
He Lin was somewhat disappointed; he had only been there for one night, and the entire Carp Town seemed to have undergone a complete transformation.
"Have you heard? On that street full of counterfeit goods stalls, several vendors who claimed to have sold the fish-slaughtering knives to Zhao Tong back then were also hung up in the street this morning. They weren't in any real danger, but they were hung up while they were asleep, and when they woke up, they were so scared that they wet their pants!"
"That's so weird!"
"The person was rescued, but he was hanging there all night. He was terrified and said he would never dare to lie again that Zhao Tong bought the knife from him."
After some tinkering around, Grandpa He and the other three had pretty much figured things out.
"Go and take a look," Old Master He said in a deep voice.
When we arrived at the usually bustling counterfeit goods street, there wasn't a single vendor today, but it was packed with onlookers.
She gets a lot done in one night and one morning; she's full of energy.
Wang Sumo thought it to be true.
Although everyone in Carp Town is on edge right now, as if Zhao Tong has really come, regardless of whether someone is impersonating him or not; it has to be said that these two things alone have completely shaken Carp Town to its core.
Grandpa He said softly, "I've seen plenty of wicked people. This isn't the kind of person who's utterly wicked. How did this guy become famous back then?"
He Ping said in a deep voice, "They killed a family of over eighty people."
Grandpa He frowned and said in a deep voice, "It doesn't seem like it."
Or perhaps they're being restricted...
"Miss Wang, what are you thinking about?" He Ping asked, noticing her lost in thought.
"Oh," Wang Sumo exclaimed, "That knife skill is so good, it would be a waste not to make poached chicken."
He Lin had heard it, but both Old Master He and He Ping froze, Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
In short, the great villain Zhao Tongren is gone. Besides killing these dozen or so chickens, ducks, geese, a few fish and snakes, he also hanged a few merchants. It's not a big deal, but it's not a small deal either.
With the tree falling, the monkeys scatter; Carp Town seems to have entered its darkest hour.
But for Master He and Wang Sumo, it was also an unforgettable experience. It would take about half a day to reach Bazhenlou from Carp Town, and Wang Sumo really wanted to go. But Master He certainly didn't expect that she would bring back a whole basket of crucian carp, and Master He himself.
Wang Sumo recalled her earlier dream: Old Master He and Old Master Qu met and started fighting. She stood in front of the Eight Treasures Pavilion, but Old Master Qu's Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Splitting Hand destroyed the pavilion.
Wang Sumo shook his head. Absolutely not. Raise the Eight Treasures Pavilion immediately!
no way! !
*
Not far from Carp Town, Zhao Tong, dressed in a dark purple robe, returned. "Old bald monk, I'm back. I brought you some food."
Under the big tree, Deyuan, dressed in a monk's robe, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good, good. Benefactor Zhao, you have committed murder again..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a series of coughs. Zhao Tong glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "Stop coughing, you're going to cough yourself to death."
"Hehehe, just clearing my throat in the morning." Master Deyuan changed his tone.
Zhao Tong remained silent.
Zhao Tong opened the bundle, took out a steamed bun, and handed it to Deyuan, who accepted it.
Zhao Tong took a bite first, but De Yuan took it and didn't put it in his mouth. Instead, he held the steamed bun and continued to earnestly persuade him, "Benefactor Zhao, I have sensed that I will soon pass away. Before I go to serve the Buddha, I hope that you can find a way to suppress your inner demons."
Zhao Tong glared at him, annoyed. "If you die, I'll go kill someone."
Deyuan: "..."
Deyuan sighed softly, "Why must Benefactor Zhao have such a sharp tongue but a soft heart?"
"How about I go kill one right now and show you?" Zhao Tong suggested.
"Amitabha." Deyuan put down the steamed bun in his hand and put his hands together again. "Benefactor Zhao has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Why speak falsehoods to this old monk?"
Zhao Tong opened the bundle and took out a water bag, handing it to Deyuan, saying, "If you're thirsty, just say so."
Deyuan smiled, then unscrewed the water pouch, took a sip, and continued eating his steamed bun.
Zhao Tong said in a deep voice, "Old bald monk, I didn't lie. I did go to Carp Town, but I only killed a bunch of chickens, ducks and fish to scare them. That's enough. Anyway, those chickens, ducks, fish and snakes are what they want to eat. I just killed them in advance, which is cheap for them."
"Excellent, excellent." Deyuan murmured again, and said gently, "This old monk knows that on the way to Carp Town, Benefactor Zhao heard that several families in the vicinity had been ruined and their members killed, all because there were too many scams in this town that made people sell their property and abandon their wives and children, just to try their luck and obtain the secret treasures of the martial arts world. This matter was caused by you, Benefactor, and now it has been resolved because of you."
Perhaps because he found these words too awkward, Zhao Tong, having just finished his steamed bun, took out his fish-cleaning knife and began sharpening it while muttering, "Old bald monk, you'd better live a long life. If you die one day, be careful that the martial arts world will be plunged into bloodshed again."
"Hehehehe." After finishing the steamed bun, Deyuan also put his hands together and smiled, but his face was full of compassion.
However, Zhao Tong found the benevolent smile on Deyuan's face somewhat irritating, so he simply stopped sharpening his knife and said unhappily, "Let's go."
Without saying another word, he picked up Deyuan and set off.
Deyuan's legs have been crippled for more than ten years, and now Zhao Tong carries him on his back.
Since the two traveled together, Zhao Tong has disappeared from the martial arts world. It is said that the Rakshasa Alliance is looking for their leader everywhere, but no one knows that he is with Deyuan.
With Zhao Tong on his back, De Yuan sighed softly, "Benefactor Zhao, in truth, even if this old monk were not here, you would no longer have inner demons; but as long as this old monk is here, Benefactor Zhao will rely on this old monk for a day."
"You're talking nonsense!" Zhao Tong said succinctly.
Deyuan: "..."
“Amitabha.” Deyuan continued, “Benefactor Zhao, you have held this old monk captive from the temple for ten years. Before I pass away, this old monk also wants to go back to the temple for a visit.”
Zhao Tong said irritably, "It was clearly those bald monks in the temple who plotted against you, otherwise how did you break your leg?"
"Everything has a cause and effect; this is the result of the cause sown earlier." Deyuan said patiently.
Zhao Tong shouted again, "You're talking nonsense!"
Deyuan has a headache.
As Zhao Tong carried him on his back, he said, "I don't care about your past, you old bald monk. Anyway, you have to live. I'm afraid you'll kill people indiscriminately."
Deyuan laughed and said, "With Buddha in your heart, how could you possibly kill people at will?"
Zhao Tong frowned. "I don't know Buddha, I only know you. Anyway, come with me to find Fang Rushi, he will definitely heal your leg."
"My leg has been broken for several years," Deyuan reminded him. A leg that has been broken for a long time cannot be cured. He was doing this knowingly.
Zhao Tong retorted angrily, "Then I'll break his legs!"
"Amitabha."
Zhao Tong was getting impatient. "Can you please stop using the 'ah'?!"
Deyuan readily agreed, saying, "Benefactor Fang has been avoiding you for years; he will not heal my legs, nor do I wish to heal them. Why force me, Benefactor Zhao?"
"Then drag him out. Treat him whether he wants to or not. If he can't be cured, break his legs! Being a miracle doctor isn't that easy! You're giving him too much face!" Zhao Tong was furious.
Deyuan: "Benefactor Zhao, as long as you have good intentions in your heart, why worry about whether my legs are completely crippled? Even if I am gone one day, you will always meet someone who can walk with you. Why draw a circle around yourself and imprison yourself?"
"You're talking nonsense!" again.
Deyuan: "..."
Deyuan took a deep breath. "Amitabha, Benefactor Zhao, watch your words."
"Just stop saying 'ah'." Zhao Tong was almost at his limit.
Deyuan had originally intended to remain silent, but he must have upset Zhao Tong with his words, who was now preoccupied with his head down, walking forward on instinct without looking at the road or being alert.
Deyuan: "Amitabha."
"Shut up!" Zhao Tong snapped.
“Benefactor Zhao…” Deyuan began to speak again, only to be interrupted once more, “Deyuan, that’s enough!”
Deyuan didn't want to speak, but he had no other choice. "Benefactor Zhao, there's no road ahead, only pits."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Tong had already stepped down. Before he could pull back, with a loud "bang," the two of them fell head over heels.
"Damn it!" Zhao Tong exclaimed. "Why didn't you say so sooner?!"
[Author's Note]
I'm up late today, no delays at all! I have to give myself a pat on the back. See you tomorrow! [cheering emojis]
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