Chapter 10. A true gentleman, proud and aloof from frost and snow. ...
Nie Guiyu looked at her holding his hand and sneered.
That idiot has no memory; he's actually forgotten about this.
Bao'e had no idea about the strangeness in his heart. She dragged him towards the Buddhist hall to find their way back.
Nie Guiyu only wanted to get rid of this demon as soon as possible so that he could make further plans, so he ordered his little devils to drive her away.
The two went straight into the Buddhist hall, but the monks who were chanting sutras were gone. The thieves who had tied her up all came up with knives and sticks and rushed at her.
He pretended to be a good person and whispered, "Miss Bao'e, those bandits and monsters are coming with great force. You are a Bodhisattva with no hands, and I am just a mortal with no magic power. How can we defeat them? Why not use me as bait so that you can take the opportunity to escape? It would be better than both of us going to our deaths."
Bao'e looked at him.
Her phoenix eyes were bright and clear, and her lips were adorned with rouge.
Not to mention his handsome appearance, he would rather die than beg for mercy or submit.
He is truly a gentleman who stands tall against frost and snow.
She was even more pleased with him, and without considering the power of those ghosts, she said shamelessly, "To tell you the truth, brother, I am the reincarnation of Tianpeng. I am the best at subduing demons and exorcising ghosts in heaven and earth. Why should I be afraid of a few lonely ghosts? Don't worry, brother, I have also learned a few stick techniques from my senior brother. Watch me take him down."
Nie Guiyu was stunned, as if in a daze, when she said such words.
The fool had already released him, picked up the monk's wooden stick, and moved nimbly, striking anyone he saw.
She was beating people haphazardly with sticks, without any method, but she had immense strength. With one swing of her stick, she beat several robbers until their heads bled, their skin was torn, and their necks were broken.
When Nie Guiyu came to her senses, she didn't know what she was feeling. But when she saw that the little devils under her were no match for her and that most of them were killed in the blink of an eye, she secretly used a spell to push her out of the painting.
Bao'e, unaware of the danger, continued wielding her stick with her eyes closed, angrily shouting, "You ignorant and arrogant beast, none of you will escape! This blow will ensure you find no way to live!"
"Practicing your staff skills so late at night, you demon, you do know how to improve."
Bao'e heard voices, opened her eyes, and saw the swordsman standing in front of her, leaning against the old wooden door.
She exclaimed happily, "Brother, how did you get caught too? Did the Demon King use you to be a cook?"
The swordsman couldn't help but laugh: "Where were you taken? This is a haunted, abandoned temple. I just heard some noise here and saw the black mist filling the sky and the heavy yin energy, so I came to take a look."
Bao'e then realized that she had left the mural.
She panicked, looking around for Nie Guiyu, muttering something to herself.
Seeing her scrutinize the mural, the swordsman figured out its mystery and asked her, "Is the Ghost King you mentioned inside this mural?"
"That's right, that's right."
The swordsman attempts to enter the painting.
But no matter whether he struck it with his hand or cleaved it with his sword, the wall remained completely still, showing no signs of breaking open.
He asked, "How did you get into the painting?"
Bao'e was unwilling to say that she had been tied up and dragged in, so she waved her hand and said, "I don't know, I don't know."
"Then how do you get out?"
The swordsman genuinely believed there was such a pitiful person who had encountered a ghost, but said, "There is a fierce ghost in this painting. Your friend has fallen for its trick, and I'm afraid he will meet with more bad luck than good."
Bao'e assumed that Young Master Nie had been killed, and tears welled up in her eyes: "Heavens! Such a handsome man, his heart and liver were ripped out in vain, and he died in the belly of a lonely ghost."
The swordsman said, "Why are you crying like that? He has suffered a calamity, but he may not be dead. That evil spirit does not like to eat living people; it only loves to eat greed, delusion, resentment, anger, and the chaotic stupidity of ignorance."
Bao'e wiped away her tears, thinking of the monk who had just been preaching in the Buddhist hall, and muttered to herself, "That evil spirit is a picky eater, he only likes to eat the monk's scriptures."
He didn't understand, but said, "You want to save people, and I want to kill ghosts. We're both on the same path, so why don't we help each other capture that evil ghost?"
Bao'e asked, "If you have the ability to kill him, why didn't you kill him sooner? Why wait until today?"
“He is a cunning monster who hides from me. How can I catch him?” The swordsman took out a sword pouch from his sleeve and handed it to her. “But he does not avoid you. He even told you his name. If you take this sword pouch and run into him again, you can use it to subdue him.”
The fool took it, but was stunned, thinking to himself that she had never seen the Ghost King before, so how could she know him by his name?
Could he be a fortune teller who can foresee the future?
She took something out and gave it to him, saying, "Good brother, as the saying goes, 'one should not accept a reward without merit,' so I'll give you a treasure as a return gift."
The swordsman looked at the treasure; it was a pig's head carved from bone, with a fierce face, but the workmanship was very delicate and exquisite.
He asked what it was, and Bao'e replied, "I have no wealth or land, but this exquisite bone carving is something I made myself, stroke by stroke. I hope you won't mind and will accept this gift."
The swordsman refused, laughing, "That sword pouch isn't a treasure, nor a gift. I'm just letting you keep it for catching ghosts. It's just the principle of 'helping others is helping yourself.' You'll have to return it to me someday."
He reached out to push it away, his fingertips landing on the bone carving.
As the sky grew dark, Bao'e observed that the hand was slender and calloused, truly resembling a bamboo carving.
Unable to contain her desire, she shoved the bone carving into his hand, saying, "I'll return it to you then, I'll return it to you then. Brother, please accept this treasure. I've only ever seen wonderful people before, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon, but none of them are as handsome and dashing as you. This treasure is not a return gift, but a present to us, to forge a good connection."
The swordsman was a wandering swordsman, unconventional and unrestrained. He said, "He was crying just now and laughing now. He was taken away by that fierce ghost. He is indeed a stranger."
“Brother is joking. He’s already fallen into a hellhole. What’s the use of worrying?” Bao’e sighed. “If you put your heart into saving him, that’s enough.”
The swordsman thought to himself that this demon was interesting and quite adorable, and he couldn't help but feel a little tempted.
"It's hard to say, it's hard to say! There are too many characters in the world that pronounce this sound, so it's better to write it down."
"How can I write without paper or pen?"
"Brother, I'll just borrow your hand for a moment." Good Bao'e sweetly took his hand, used her fingers as a pen, and wrote on his palm.
She wrote slowly and gently, and after each stroke, she looked up at him and said, "Let's start with a left-falling stroke."
It's a tingling, itchy slit.
“Draw two more horizontal lines.”
It is the two horizontal lines of the bone and the softness of the wood.
"One more vertical stroke."
It is a vertical line with slightly numb tendons.
"The last stroke and the last dot."
It's a stroke or line that makes your heart itch and your eyes burn.
"So that's your surname," the swordsman said, his eyes lowered, his hand slightly cupped, seemingly holding her fingers. "Miss Zhu..."
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