Chapter 8 Is Your Grandmaster an Evil Cultivator?
Jiang Yuan moved forward and let his master wipe it as much as he wanted.
The more Duan Anluo looked at his little disciple, the more he liked him. Look, how filial he was.
"Master has made some money, so I'll give you some pocket money." Duan Anluo generously transferred two thousand yuan to the child, "Let's go eat hot pot at noon."
He likes technology and hard work the most, and he loves delicious food.
Jiang Yuan was overwhelmed with happiness. After his master passed away, no one gave him pocket money anymore. Even when his master was alive, he never gave him so much.
Jiang Yuan couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. God knew how much he envied his colleagues who were older than him. Every time he completed a task and looked at their backs as they returned home, he felt so envious that he wanted to cry.
Duan Anluo rubbed the child's head and said, "Little fool, you will have someone to protect you from now on. You can go after anyone you dislike, and the master will back you up."
Jiang Yuan hurriedly wiped away his tears, "Master, if you spoil me like this, I will learn bad things."
Duan Anluo comforted him: "Good boy, no, if you dare to learn bad things, I will kill you, and the master will clean up the family."
The tears of happiness stopped abruptly, Jiang Yuan's whole body tensed up, and all his feelings of being moved were cut in half.
Duan Anlu was very satisfied when he saw that the child had stopped crying. Didn’t that mean the child was coaxed?
I've said it before, he is very professional at coaxing children.
"Call Little Pants, go eat first, and then visit his sister in the afternoon."
Jiang Yuan was stunned. "Small pants?"
"Yeah, that friend of yours who likes to do handstands, splits, spins, and pee, and doesn't like to wear underwear."
At this time, two people were watching the surveillance video in the dean's office, from the moment Duan Anluo rescued people to the moment Duan Anluo left the hospital.
The dean asked, "Old Qin, what do you think?"
The middle-aged man called Lao Qin said admiringly: "No one can match his ability to control spiritual power."
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Han Zhen sent his sister to the car and watched them walk a long way before coming to find Duan Anluo.
He had made all the arrangements. He invited my great-grandfather to have lunch at noon, and then took him home in the afternoon to meet his sister.
Hearing Jiang Yuan say that his great-grandfather wanted to eat hot pot, Han Zhen immediately jumped on the bandwagon, "There's a hot pot restaurant near my house that's really delicious. My dad knows the owner, so I asked him to reserve a private room for us."
Duan Anluo followed him and left. It was good because he saved the money for a meal.
It’s just that this little car is a bit crowded and doesn’t have air conditioning, so it’s not as good as Xiao Muzi’s car.
On the way there, Duan Anluo slowly digested the evil energy he had just absorbed, and sporadic images continued to appear before his eyes as he absorbed it.
"Another girl? Didn't they say she gave birth to a son? How come all five of them were just money-losing goods?"
"Abort this one too. If you can't have another son, send her back."
"Hurry up and eat, take care of yourself, and give birth to a son for the master. Your lease is about to end. If you give birth to a son, you may be able to stay in the mansion as a concubine, which is better than you and that poor scholar."
"Don't want to eat? Someone, give her the food!"
The emotions of grief, suffocation, and despair are as thick as sticky ink, spreading in every corner.
The scene changed, and a woman was tied to the bed, her eyes were dull, her cheeks were thin, and her bulging belly was particularly eye-catching.
The old woman fed her while admonishing her, "Why are you doing this? The master has consulted a doctor and he says you're pregnant with a young boy. The master and the mistress value this child so much that even we servants have had our monthly allowances increased. Eat well and give birth to the child. If you really want to leave, the master can give you some extra money."
The woman opened her mouth and said slowly, "Auntie Wu, please let me go. I've come to my senses."
The old woman happily put down the bowl and said, "I'm glad you can think it through. It's really painful to be tied up like this every day."
The scene changed again, and the cashier scholar was blocking the door, "Don't get me into trouble, get out of here!"
The woman's eyes were red, and her skinny hands tightly grasped the door frame. "Where's the child? Did you sell him too?"
The scholar wanted to push her out, but he was afraid that if he used too much force, he would hurt the baby in her belly. This baby was Mr. Huang's, and he couldn't afford to compensate for it.
The scholar glared at her with disgust. "My son is an apprentice in a pharmacy. Go back quickly and don't embarrass us!"
"I'm embarrassing you?" The woman was filled with grief and indignation. "You sold me out! And you still think I'm embarrassing! You beast!"
"What do you mean by selling you? That's called renting you out!" The scholar angrily accused the woman, "They rented you out to give birth to a son for them, and then they let you go after the birth. Aren't you living a good life now?
You have enough to eat and wear warm clothes, you don't have to work in the fields, and the servants serve you like a grandmother. What do you have to complain about? You just don't know how to appreciate your blessings!
The woman could never have imagined that her husband would say something like this, "You said you would treat me well, but I didn't even want my parents anymore. I wanted to go with you, so why did you treat me like this?"
The man angrily accused her: "Why? Why else? Because you are stupid!
I treated you to a bowl of noodles and you ran away with me. Your parents didn't agree and you even cut off all ties with them, leaving me with no money at all and having to continue living this miserable life!
How can I study without money? How can I manage relationships without money? You've ruined my life!
You are somewhat useful now, but you don't even try to make more money for me and my son, and you still run away. Can't you be more sensible? "
The last bit of hope was strangled. The woman rushed over like a madman and strangled the man by the neck. "I'm going to kill you! You beast!"
The scholar pushed her away angrily. The woman was too thin and had a big belly. She staggered and sat on the ground, holding her stomach, her face pale.
When the scholar was frightened, the Huang family came chasing him. The scholar seemed to have seen a savior, "Take her away quickly. After she gives birth to the baby, I will educate her well!"
The captured woman knelt in front of the temple and made a sinister wish to a brass statue of the Bodhisattva: "Please, Bodhisattva, let him die! Let them all die!"
Duan Anluo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed himself.
Since ancient times, all the misfortunes a woman suffers after marriage have been downplayed as: she is just suffering for love.
A man's infidelity, on the other hand, will be treated as a romantic affair, a topic of conversation after drinking, or even a source of bragging rights. Both he and the world will find a thousand excuses to justify his infidelity.
Even if he becomes successful after using women, others will praise him: A real man does not care about trivial matters!
People like this deserve to die.
He opened his eyes, his emotions had stabilized, and the scene before him continued, "The master and the mistress said to protect the child, the adults don't care."
Wu Ma secretly stuffed the Buddha statue that the squatting woman often worshipped into the woman's hand. It was only a dozen centimeters long and fit perfectly in her hand.
"Buddha bless, mother and child must be safe! You can't give up, you have to live!"
Unfortunately, accompanied by the loud cry of the baby, Wu Ma collapsed and shouted: "The lady is dying, Master! Madam! Please save her!"
The reply he got was a heartless one: "Hurry up and roll up the straw mat, take it to the back mountain and bury it."
Wu Ma still wanted to argue, "She's still breathing, she's not dead yet."
The lady held the child in her arms and raised her delicate eyebrows in disgust. "She won't survive. It's unlucky for her to die in the house on such a happy day. Give her husband an extra ten taels of silver as compensation."
The entire Huang Mansion was filled with joy, but the woman, who was still alive, was hurriedly rolled up on a straw mat and pulled into the mountains on a flatbed cart. Blood dripped along the way like blood-red beads, forming a long, winding line that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Even the Buddha statue in the woman's hand was dyed red.
Because she was still breathing, the two servants did not dare to bury her alive. "You're on your own. We obey the master and the mistress. Don't blame us."
Her fate was already determined. Mr. Huang only wanted a child, and Mrs. Huang would never let the child's biological mother live.
She had only one way out: death.
The servants left, and the mountain wind blew coldly, accompanied by the howling of wolves. There was only a woman waiting to die in despair, filled with hatred, and a bloody Bodhisattva statue in her hand.
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These scenes made Duan Anluo feel bad. He had no desire to talk while eating. The two children looked at each other and were smart enough not to say much.
When they were almost full, Duan Anluo asked Han Zhen, "Is there anyone selling cloth nearby?"
Han Zhen said nervously, "Yes."
Duan Anluo nodded and said, "Let's go buy some cloth after dinner."
"You want to have your clothes cut?"
"I want to make a soul-devouring banner."
Han Zhen almost burst into tears and asked Jiang Yuan cautiously, "Is your great-grandfather an evil cultivator?"
Jiang Yuan glared at him in dissatisfaction, "You are the evil cultivator, your whole family is evil cultivators."
Han Zhen couldn't hold it in any longer. He was always talkative. "I've seen it on TV. A soul flag with someone's birth date written on it, tied to their hair, and stained with blood can kill them from a thousand miles away. The soul-devouring flag also requires the holder to nourish it with their essence and blood. Overuse can backfire. It's simply the standard equipment of an evil cultivator."
Jiang Yuan explained to him, "You also said that was a TV show. The Xuanmen Soul Banner only collects the souls of evil spirits when exorcising demons, just like the 'Hunyuan Banner' of the True Lord Qingxu Daode in Investiture of the Gods. Now the guild has regulations that explicitly forbid the refining of living souls into magical instruments, and cursing people is illegal."
So that's what happened. Han Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.
Duan Anluo added seriously, "I think some things are too sinful to kill. Killing them directly is too easy. I want to refine them."
Han Zhen grinned and said, "Look! It's the evil cultivator!"
So fucking handsome!
He just likes evil ways!
This is how it is portrayed on TV. Most of the people who do bad things are from famous and upright families. There is only one hero, the protagonist, in the entire righteous path, and eight out of the other ten people are hypocrites.
Duan Anluo noticed that Han Zhen's eyes became bright when he looked at him, and he was almost wagging his tail. He didn't think much about it. After all, the IQ of a child who could play with his little waste couldn't be that high.
"Yuan'er, you always talk about the guild. What organization have you joined?"
Jiang Yuan explained, "Don't worry, it's legal. After the resurgence of spiritual energy, strange things always happen. From the beginning, we took saving people as our responsibility, and went wherever there was trouble. Often, several people went to one place, but no one went to that place, delaying the rescue.
Later, several respected senior figures in the metaphysics circle came forward, formed a guild, and divided everyone into groups.
After discovering a supernatural event, the investigation team will investigate, the combat team will solve the problem, and the logistics team will do the cleanup.
There are very few people who understand metaphysics, and with unified coordination, such a situation will no longer occur.
Later, more and more people joined, and many branches were established to facilitate management.
In order to avoid causing panic, some of us disguised ourselves as security companies, some as courier companies, some as mental hospitals, and some as paranormal detective agencies. We had all sorts of names.”
Han Zhen listened carefully. "I can understand everything else, but the mental hospital is a bit..."
Jiang Yuan was dissatisfied. "What's the big deal? There's also the Patriotic Alliance, the Bald Donkeys Swear to Serve the Country to the Death Association, and the Long Live the Motherland Gang. We are all very patriotic and swear to protect China until our death."
Han Zhen said admiringly, "No wonder you run around everywhere after school. Does the guild also give you money?"
"Yeah, a lot of big bosses donated money to us. When we complete the tasks, the guild will give us money. The amount of money we get varies depending on the difficulty." Jiang Yuan scratched his head embarrassedly. He was the lowest level and sometimes only got a few hundred yuan.
But he is already very satisfied. He does not have enough ability, and most of the time his teammates just take him with them to ride in the team because he is young and has no one at home.
Han Zhen wanted to get to the bottom of this, "Why did the wealthy businessman donate to you?"
Jiang Yuan shook his head. "I don't know. Oh! The guild has rules. These things can't be told to ordinary people. It will cause panic."
What should I do? Is it still too late to knock Han Zhen unconscious?
Duan Anluo ate silently. The little fool's brain could never keep up with his mouth.
After dinner and buying some cloth, Han Zhen took Duan Anluo to meet his sister.
Han Ying had fallen asleep due to excessive emotional exhaustion in the morning. Duan Anluo told people not to wake her up and to quickly remove the evil spirit from her body.
Then he said something puzzling, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
After a brief pause, he nodded and said, "Come to me in the evening and I'll give you a ride."
The author has something to say:
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