After a few words, the monk stayed where he was and recited scriptures, while Lu Jing went on his way again.
But this time, he only walked less than a mile when something happened again.
It was an elderly woman who looked to be sixty or seventy years old. The wrinkles on her face were almost sunken into her skin. She was wearing only a single piece of clothing and was sitting under a jujube tree, sighing.
Lu Jing stopped when he saw this and said politely, "Do you need help, old man?"
"Good boy, my old man is sick. I just went up the mountain to collect herbs and was about to go back when I sprained my foot. Can you help me bring the herbs to my old man?"
The old woman said with expectation.
Even the most hard-hearted person would not be able to refuse her trivial request after seeing the look in her eyes.
Lu Jing was no exception. Not only that, he also said to the old woman, "How can I just send the herbs back? I'll carry you back too."
The old woman almost had tears in her eyes when she heard this.
She didn't know what to say, so she just kept repeating, "Good boy, good boy..."
Just as Lu Jing was about to squat down, a voice rang out again.
"Boy, haven't you heard of the bad reputation of the mule mother-in-law? It's easy for you to get her on your back, but it's hard to get her off. From that moment on, you are her mule and she will ride you Run around until you find a better mule."
After hearing this, Granny Mule's face immediately dropped, and she snorted and said, "Chef Sun, you still have the nerve to accuse me of being an old woman, and the person who works for me as a mule will still have a way to live. Aren’t all the steamed buns wrapped in your steamed buns in the end?”
As Granny Mule's voice fell, a fat white cook carrying a load jumped out from behind a large stone and greeted Lu Jingdao warmly.
"Little brother, don't listen to that crazy woman's nonsense. My steamed buns are made of serious mutton. You can eat them as soon as you eat them. If you don't believe me, you can try one."
As he spoke, he lifted the cotton cloth covering the basket at one end of the pole, revealing the big steamed buns underneath, which smelled really fragrant.
"If I were you, I wouldn't eat his steamed buns." Granny Mule sighed.
"If I were you, I would eat this big steamed bun quickly, otherwise when you become a mule, you won't be able to eat it." Chef Sun also sighed.
At this moment, the monk who had previously helped Lu Jing deal with the stalker behind him also arrived.
It seemed that he had already redeemed the corpse, and judging from his previous performance, he seemed to have quite a sense of justice.
Sure enough, as soon as he saw Granny Mule and Chef Sun, he immediately yelled with an eyebrow, "Donor, this place is dangerous, please leave quickly, the poor monk will hold these two devils back for the benefactor!"
"Hey, it's a living Bodhisattva. No, the old lady took the first step."
Seeing Monk Mule, Granny stopped looking for a mule and actually stood up from the ground. Her skills were so dexterous that she didn't even look like she had sprained her legs. Chef Sun's expression also changed slightly.
But when he raised his head and glanced at the sky, he showed a hint of joy again.
"Why run? The sun is going down."
Grandma Mule also raised her face when he reminded her. Sure enough, she could no longer see the round red sun above her head, so she also stopped.
"Amitabha..." The living Bodhisattva clasped his hands together again. As the remaining light in the sky became fainter and fainter, his face became dim and unclear.
When the last ray of light disappeared from the sky and the earth, the solemn treasure on his face also disappeared, replaced by an evil smile.
He took a step towards Lu Jing and said, "Donor, the poor monk must have advised you to return to the city before dark. Why do so many people in this world always disobey that advice?"
Lu Jing looked at the living Bodhisattva who changed faces like a Sichuan opera, but there was no look of fear on his face, but curiosity.
"What's going on with you, multiple personalities? Or is it some other mental illness? Do you get sick as soon as the sun goes down?"
Seeing that Lu Jing didn't run away, Living Bodhisattva was a little surprised, "Are you not afraid of death or are you really stupid?"
But before Lu Jing could answer, he added, "Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore. You are going to die tonight anyway, but you don't have to be too sad. The poor monk saved your life before, so you can't." No loss.”
After speaking, the Living Bodhisattva stretched out his hand, looking as if he planned to break Lu Jing's neck as well.
Just like when he broke the neck of the man in the shadow before.
Lu Jing acted as if he was really frightened and just stood there motionless.
But no one expected that just when the Living Bodhisattva's fingers were about to touch Lu Jing's skin, his pupils suddenly shrank, but he quickly retracted his hand, then without saying a word, turned around and faced the person behind him. Escape into the darkness.
He ran very fast, even faster than when he came. He only regretted that his parents didn't give him two more legs.
Granny Mule and Chef Sun were both a little stunned when they saw this scene. They were stunned for a moment, and then looked towards where the Living Bodhisattva had been looking.
It doesn't matter, the expressions of the two people also changed drastically!
Chef Sun didn't want the load of buns anymore, and he did several backflips in a row, chasing the Living Bodhisattva. Although Granny Mule was old, she was faster than Chef Sun.
First, he bowed towards the man, and then prepared to get out of the way.
But she had only taken half a step when her eyes blurred, and a figure had already stopped in front of her.
He was a young man. Lu Jing estimated that he was probably a year or two younger than him. He had a pretty face and looked like a scholar.
He stretched out his hand to block the way of Granny Mule, and said warmly, "Grandma, don't leave in a hurry."
Granny Mule was horrified and said in a trembling voice, "Ruan... Young Master Ruan, what advice do you have?"
"My mother-in-law found a new mule three days ago and she was very happy riding it. Even though the mule told you personally that he was a servant of my Ten Thousand Demons Palace, you didn't take it to heart at all, mother-in-law."
"And... there is such a thing, why didn't I know about it, old lady." Granny Mule said with a forced smile, "Which of us people in the demonic path dare to disrespect the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons?"
"It's boring to say that." The young man surnamed Ruan shook his head and said, "No one in our Ten Thousand Demons Palace has been active in the arena for a long time. It is normal for everyone to forget about us."
Mother-in-law Mule said she didn't even dare.
"But your mother-in-law, you are obviously not one of them, because you were somewhat afraid after riding on the servants of my Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and killed them to silence them."
Granny Mule was really scared this time, and her breathing became messy. When the young man named Ruan saw this, he put a hand on her shoulder.
It seemed as if he was trying to comfort her, but the next moment, Granny Mule only felt as if a hole had been opened in her dantian, and the internal energy surged uncontrollably towards her left shoulder.
A thousand miles away.
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