As this thought flashed through his mind, just like a prayer for good deeds, flames also ignited on the number of evil deeds. These were pale white flames, with only a slight red tip, making them inconspicuous and appearing somewhat pale.
Feng Bingwen stared at this scene, watching the number of evil deeds decrease rapidly, without any particular emotion, neither panic nor joy—this scene meant that he could regularly cleanse his body of evil karma.
Although he cannot completely avoid calamities, it means that he can control them within a range that he can bear, or even easily handle, and avoid falling into misfortune.
In no time at all, the more than three hundred evil deeds were burned away, just like when one prays for good deeds, and all the evil karma was reduced to zero.
Good deeds: 768
Misdeeds: Zero
"Just as I thought. Now all I can do is wait. I wonder what it will be like when my calamity befalls me?"
Looking at the evil deeds that had been completely wiped out, Feng Bingwen felt a sense of relief, as if he had unloaded something extremely heavy, and his mood became pleasant.
As for the calamities brought about by the three hundred evil deeds, as long as the same standard is used to measure good and evil, then it is impossible for them to endanger his current life, or even cause him any harm.
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"Ha~"
The pockmarked man in the fur coat held up his red hands, breathed on them, and a puff of white mist rose up, but it quickly dissipated in the cold wind.
"It's so cold! Damn it, it's almost Chinese New Year and it's freezing cold, and we still have to go out and run escort missions."
"Er Mazi, we're already halfway there, what are you still babbling about? If you don't want to come, you don't have to. Nobody's forcing you. You've been nagging for ages the whole way. If you're so unhappy, you can go home and sleep with your wife right now."
The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) who was directing the caravan to form a circle and set up camp heard the voice, frowned, and immediately reprimanded them.
"Hehe, that won't do. We escorts can't give up halfway."
The pockmarked man looked at the old镖头 (bodyguard/escort) who had spoken up and scolded him, instinctively shrinking his head back and showing a fawning expression.
"If I hear you complaining again, you can just get out of here and never come back to my escort agency."
"Yes, yes, don't worry, I will definitely not utter another sound for the rest of the journey."
"You're a veteran in the escort agency, don't let a newcomer outshine you. Even in this freezing weather, he doesn't keep talking like you."
As the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) spoke, he looked at a burly man who was working diligently, and his face showed appreciation.
"Duhe!"
Seeing the man harnessing the horses, the pockmarked man showed a hint of disdain. He'd heard that guy couldn't even beat a child, and he'd gotten into the escort agency through connections—completely different from someone like him who got in on his own merit.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and go help! Don't you know how to lend a hand?"
"I'll go help right away."
The pockmarked man approached Du He and helped him remove the condom, but he still couldn't resist.
"Du He, you look quite strong, but I heard you can't even beat a child. Is that true?"
"Let's practice after we've finished our work!"
Du He was also decisive and efficient. Although escorting goods was a legitimate profession, its status was entirely determined by force. If you kept a low profile here, you would be bullied.
"OK!"
Er Mazi paused for a moment, then nodded quickly, but he added one more thing.
"Stop it here. We're still escorting goods. It's freezing cold. If you get injured, there'll be nowhere to get treatment."
"Let's shake hands then!"
Du He extended his palm; no man would refuse such a simple and pure form of competition. Er Mazi extended his palm, and the two men clasped hands, exerting force together. Er Mazi's face contorted, and he immediately felt confident.
"You're quite strong."
"This is all the strength I have left."
Du He then began to speak modestly.
"Haha, Brother Du is too modest. I'm sorry, it was I who believed the rumors earlier."
"What you heard is not a rumor."
"What?"
"I was indeed knocked down by a child, and it was because of him that I came to the security company to become a bodyguard."
"You mean that Master Feng? I heard that young Master Feng ate some magical fruit from the mountains."
The bodyguards nearby, upon hearing this topic that defied common sense, immediately became interested and began to discuss it amongst themselves.
Amid the conversation, the caravan set up a temporary camp for rest—a semi-recessed corner of a cliff, an excellent shelter from the wind.
After they finished their work, it was already getting dark, and a warm campfire was burning in the center of the camp.
"The watchmen for tonight are ready. They will be in groups of three, taking turns keeping watch until midnight."
"Two people are enough to switch, there's no need for three. It's freezing cold, what danger could there be?"
Ma Laoliu muttered to himself that there were only about ten people on this escort mission. If they were divided into groups of three, six people would have to participate in the night watch, which would greatly increase the chances of him being chosen.
"It's precisely because of the freezing weather that we need to be more cautious. Anything that can be out and about at this time of year is no ordinary creature."
The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) spoke, and his decision was final; no one dared to disobey the old镖师's opinion.
The people to keep watch were quickly chosen by drawing lots, and Er Mazi happened to be among them. He started tidying up his gear with a gloomy expression.
He kept saying there was no danger in the dead of winter, but in reality he was more cautious than anyone else. He especially agreed with the head镖师's words: at this time, no one still wandering outside was simple, whether human or wild animal.
In this peaceful and prosperous era, although escorting goods is not considered a high-risk profession, it is not uncommon for someone to die from time to time. Therefore, the escorts need to maintain their energy when possible. So after the watchmen are chosen, the rest of them all go into the carriage to sleep, but they all keep their knives with them at all times, keeping themselves alert.
The long night was even more unbearable in this season of silver frost and white snow. Although the campfire in the camp was much smaller, the bodyguards who guarded it would occasionally throw some wood into it, but it was still difficult to generate any warmth to combat the winter cold.
Even from a great distance, the flickering firelight could be seen in the darkness, and strange noises could be heard in the frost-covered, snow-covered forest, which should have been absolutely silent.
There are always some wild beasts that are not prepared during the autumn when they are fattening up. In the winter when prey is scarce, they will attack even at the risk of their lives.
However, as a pair of will-o'-the-wisps-like eyes opened in the forest, an invisible pressure and a palpable aura of malevolence filled the air. A hungry black bear that was approaching the campfire was immediately terrified, let out a miserable howl, and fled in panic.
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