Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 533 (End of this volume)

In the Fengdu Shaojun Mansion, a group of shackled evil spirits wailed in agony, while the Zhao clan ghost officials around them all knelt on the ground.

Since the Bodhisattva was suppressed and sent to hell by the Great Emperor, the structure of hell has undergone many changes, but never has it been as turbulent as it is now.

The descent of the Yellow Springs was just the beginning. When the Emperor's imposing body began to move, the entire Fengdu Underworld trembled.

The dead were terrified, and the ghost officials were horrified.

In this vast underworld, they are nothing more than dust and grains of sand. Every reshuffling of power inevitably leads to one side being swept away and reduced to ashes.

The Zhao clan's ghost officials, trembling with fear, all looked toward the young lord's seat inside the mansion.

Although the young lord has never sat in that chair, as long as that chair stands, the Zhao clan's ghost officials have the right to continue existing.

While the lowest-ranking evil spirits can convert to Buddhism, and the souls of the dead can gather to guard tombs, the Zhao family's ghost officials have absolutely no chance of changing their allegiance.

The tomb owner smashed through multiple layers of hell and fell into the deepest part, where he was swept down to the Yellow Springs, extinguishing the Buddha's light from the multiple layers below.

"Namo Amitabha."

As a Buddhist chant rang out, the Yellow Springs water began to boil. In this multi-layered ocean, one after another, Buddhist evil spirits sat cross-legged, hands clasped together, chanting scriptures.

They were indifferent to being impacted and swallowed by the Yellow Springs water. The points of light connected to form lines and outlined surfaces. It was clearly the Yellow Springs surging down and swallowing everything, yet it seemed as if Buddhas and ghosts were converting the Yellow Springs.

The tomb owner stood in the underworld, his armored arms raised, and swung down towards the place where the Buddha's light was strongest.

The golden light initially fluctuated, but then quickly stabilized.

The tomb owner's knife is not here.

Not long ago, the knife returned to Fengdu, but the tomb owner did not try to retrieve it.

This means that it doesn't have many options when dealing with Bodhisattvas right now.

The tomb owner was not angry about this.

Attitude is sometimes more important than results.

This time, its decision not to join forces with the Bodhisattva against the Great Emperor is the best proof of its attitude.

It's not betrayal, much less heartlessness. So-called fair-weather friends can eat the meat on the table, and they can also eat yours.

When we're at the card table together, teamwork is important, but if there's an opportunity to get you off the table, that's even more important to me.

The Buddha's light spread further, and the ghosts swallowed by the Yellow Springs rose to the surface one by one. The chanting intensified, like golden chains that seemed to bind the entire river.

Faced with this deteriorating situation, the tomb owner remained unmoved, simply looking up.

That foot landed with a thud.

"Boom!"

If the previous Yellow Springs only cleansed the lower levels of hell, then this foot brought about the cataclysmic destruction of those hells.

The Emperor is serious.

The yellow paper that Li Zhuiyuan burned was more of a notification than a plea.

No need for negotiation, no need for hesitation, there is no other choice.

When the young man acted first and reported later, directly placing himself in competition with the Bodhisattva for the highest position, the Great Emperor could not bear to watch his chosen one bet be crushed by the Bodhisattva.

Those who owe money are the bosses, not only in the living world but also in the underworld.

As the Emperor's foot landed, the light of Buddha at the lowest level was extinguished.

When the foot was lifted again, the Buddha's light rekindled.

The Emperor stomped his foot again, causing Fengdu to tremble and the Buddha's light to go out. But after he lifted his foot, the light reignited.

This time, however, the brightness and range of the reignition were much smaller than before.

The Emperor continued to stomp his foot, causing the entire city of Fengdu to tremble.

Zhenjun Temple, Pudu Zhenjun Hall.

The golden ring scar on Li Zhuiyuan's palm suddenly shone brightly, then quickly dimmed, then shone brightly again, then dimmed again, repeating the cycle endlessly.

There was no stalemate, no confrontation, no middle ground, only relentless trampling from the Emperor.

Li Zhuiyuan acted as if nothing was wrong, looking at his palm. After a while, it became too dazzling, so he simply clenched his fist and stopped looking.

Given a predetermined outcome, all we need to do is look at the final result.

Li Zhuiyuan did not believe that the Great Emperor would lose this battle for the throne.

If a Bodhisattva could contend with the Great Emperor in hell, how could he have waited until now?

Li Zhuiyuan lay down on his side, preparing to take a nap and recover some energy.

Outside the Pudu Zhenjun Temple, Yayoi is engaged in a fierce battle with eight demon-possessed Zhenjun.

The True Lord was once a follower of the Bodhisattva, a Dharma protector in the secular world, while Yayoi was a complete demon just a moment ago. Now, their identities have been reversed.

When Yayoi first came to Nantong, apart from Runsheng who could make Yayoi feel threatened, neither Ayou nor Chen Xiyuan were Yayoi's match when facing life and death.

At that time, Yayoi had only absorbed the bottom layer of the Demon Suppression Tower, and had not yet finished absorbing it. Now, he has just received the Buddha-nature of that sun from Li Zhuiyuan.

Add water when there's too much flour, add flour when there's too much water. Yayoi is walking a dead end, but before she reaches the end of this road, her strength will receive a terrifying boost.

This group of cunning birds, who thought they could seize the opportunity to steal the fruits of enlightenment at the last crucial moment, suffered the most severe blows and lashes.

In order to consume as much of his Buddhist nature as possible, Yayoi continuously released Buddhist spells that he had previously been reluctant to use unless it was crucial. With each swing of the staff, the golden body on his body cracked under the unbearable weight.

However, these damages will soon be repaired by the continuous flow of the golden waterfall behind.

The two generals, Zeng and Sun, remained standing on the courtyard wall. They dared not go down to help, fearing they would be splashed and perish. In addition, their sacrifices in the Fengdu Shaojun Mansion were interrupted, which deprived them of the ability to fight for a long time.

General Sun: "That's a bit... scary."

General Zeng nodded.

General Sun asked, "What if he turns against us later?"

General Zeng: "Heaven and earth are vast, but the Bodhisattva is the greatest."

General Sun: "Bodhisattva?"

General Zeng: "Bodhisattva is in the hall behind us."

General Sun: "Now, we are back under the Bodhisattva's tutelage."

General Zeng: "No, we have always been loyal to the Bodhisattva, and that has never changed."

"Snapped."

The first True Lord was knocked to the ground by Yayoi, who followed up with a Zen staff and crushed him.

"boom!"

The second True Lord was knocked away by Yayoi, and then a large handprint followed, causing his body to disintegrate.

Yayoi's advance was unstoppable, slaying demons in her path.

As the waterfall flows, the sun in the sky is gradually diluted, revealing a figure sitting upright in the midst of the sunlight.

He has a kind face and a dignified appearance; looking at him brings a sense of warmth and peace to one's heart.

At this moment, Sun Baishen was "watching" the corpses of monks scattered all over the Zhenjun Temple, and also "witnessing" the Zhenjuns who were once under his command being killed one by one.

He showed neither joy nor sorrow; the real Sun Baishen was already "dead" when he made the decision to do so.

In the palace below, Li Zhuiyuan sat up, looked up, and glanced at him through a hole in the roof.

The boy still remembers seeing Sun Boshen and the little monkey in his memory; at that time, Sun Boshen exuded a pure gentleness.

But all of this was completely overturned by the betrayal of the True Lords, the conspiracy of the Bodhisattva, and the betrayal of the little monkey.

Rather than calling this revenge from Sun Boshen, it's more accurate to say it's Sun Boshen's final cleanup after letting go of his obsession.

He ended his existence prematurely, erasing all traces of himself in this world. Everything he brought with him will vanish with his departure.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that Sun Baishen had deliberately drawn the attention of Heaven.

Admittedly, Sun Bodhisattva does not have the ability of the real Bodhisattva to manipulate the river, but he can cater to the will of Heaven to achieve his own goals.

Now, Sun Baishen has achieved his goal.

The purpose of Heaven is quite simple: it wants to weaken the power of the feudal lords.

If this Bodhisattva status were obtained by Qinglong Temple or by evil spirits like Xuanzhen, it would be meaningless to the Heavenly Dao. Only if it were obtained by Li Zhuiyuan could the separation of one being a name without substance and the other being substance without name be realized.

If Li Zhuiyuan fails here, he will either be killed or forced to create a golden body and actively break off relations, which is equivalent to prematurely detonating a major future threat.

Both positive and negative aspects benefit Heaven.

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze narrowed slightly. He needed to take advantage of this phase to continue improving himself and his team. If they entered the next phase, the situation would be very unfavorable for him.

"Buzz!"

With his palms burning, Li Zhuiyuan opened his hand, and the golden ring scar began to shine brightly continuously, its flashing frequency decreasing. The lotus mark between his eyebrows also gradually became stable.

It's about to end.

Fengdu Hell.

When the Emperor stomped down and then raised his foot again, the Buddha's light did not reignite. The lowest levels of the underworld were pitch black, without a trace of light.

Below the eighteen levels of hell, there is no longer any Buddhist chanting or spiritual energy; only a gigantic black shadow remains.

He still sat cross-legged, still solemn and dignified, but like a Buddha statue in a temple whose gold paint had been scraped off, you could recognize who it was at a glance, but it was no longer the same person.

Even though a Bodhisattva who has lost their status is still powerful, they have lost the dignity that was once concealed, revealing the true nature of all those who have attained immortality.

The emperor withdrew his foot and sat down again.

The Yellow Springs flowed backward, hanging once more, becoming even more profound and surging, connecting the highest point above and the deepest depths below.

Even though the tomb owner was on the opposite side of the Bodhisattva in this game, the conflict between the Emperor and the Bodhisattva greatly weakened their control over Hell, and the tomb owner still gained the greatest benefit.

The tomb owner sat down again in the underworld, his armor submerged in the waters of the underworld.

On the plaque of the Fengdu Shaojun Mansion, the originally solemn black characters slowly turned gold.

The Zhao clan's ghost officials stood up, staring at the scene in disbelief.

Li Zhuiyuan was Zhao Yi's behind-the-scenes helper in destroying the Zhao of Jiujiang. They became ghosts because of Li Zhuiyuan, and they could only become ghosts by relying on Li Zhuiyuan. No matter how much servility and obsequiousness they showed, it was all just on the surface. It was impossible for them not to harbor resentment in their hearts.

But when they saw the young lord's status rising steadily in the underworld, and now even becoming a bodhisattva, the Zhao clan's ghost officials were deeply shocked!

When your enemy becomes stronger and more distant, the fact that you were defeated by him can actually give you a sense of pride and honor.

"Young Lord Bodhisattva...Bodhisattva Young Lord?"

……

"Buzz!"

The images of Bodhisattvas on both sides of the small offering table all caught fire and turned to ashes, marking the end of the era of the previous Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The golden ring scar on Li Zhuiyuan's palm was completely fixed, and the lotus mark between his eyebrows was fully formed.

A deep look appeared in the boy's eyes, and his gaze carried an inherent authority.

Red threads, representing cause and effect, were released from the boy's body, and soon they all turned into gold threads.

As soon as Li Zhuiyuan tried to use them as before, he felt his mind go blank and almost fainted. This was not only because he was in a bad state, but also because the deductive ability of the gold thread was a level higher than that of the red thread in the past.

This was an unexpected surprise.

Li Zhuiyuan originally thought he would only get an empty Bodhisattva status, but he did not expect such a direct improvement. For him, who could not practice martial arts, the improvement of his deduction ability would drive the development of himself and the entire team in all aspects.

Of course, the reason he was able to reap this benefit was because Li Zhuiyuan had created this Red Thread Secret Technique beforehand and had already greatly improved his abilities in this area.

Otherwise, even if one becomes this "Bodhisattva," one can only rely on "panic" and "dreams" to perceive things, and at best, one would be just a very accurate Liu Jinxia.

As for his destiny, it was even more difficult, and he had to be even more careful when burning paper money while accompanying his grandfather to a vegetarian feast.

Li Zhuiyuan breathed a sigh of relief after retrieving the gold thread.

"Pfft!"

I was trying to save a can, but now I have to quickly replenish a Ming family member's supply.

No sooner had they finished drinking than the Pudu Zhenjun Temple began to shake violently—or rather, the entire temple began to collapse.

Sure enough, the familiar rhythm appeared again.

The two generals, Zeng and Sun, quickly turned back to protect the emperor.

Upon entering the hall, the two generals were swept up in the young man's gaze, and their long-buried memories quickly resurfaced. Almost instinctively, they knelt down on one knee.
"Meet the Bodhisattva!"

"Meet the Bodhisattva!"

Without even looking in a mirror, Li Zhuiyuan knew just how "majestic" he looked at that moment.

Those like Yayoi, who could simply sit on the street, would have their alms bowls filled with yen by passersby.

He was even more outrageous than Yayoi at this moment. Whenever he went to a temple with even a little bit of spiritual power, the abbot would invite him to sit in the head seat... or rather, the head Buddha statue would be brought down and invited to sit there.

The young man didn't want to always have that "solemn" face and "unapproachable" aura. After closing his eyes, Li Zhuiyuan recalled his experience of suppressing his illness.

When she opened her eyes again, the lotus mark between her eyebrows had disappeared, and she had successfully returned to her "original appearance".

General Sun asked in surprise, "Bodhisattva?"

General Zeng bowed again: "Greetings, Brother Xiao Yuan!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "This place is going to sink. Take everyone with you and let's get out of here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yayoi appeared outside the hall.

"Senior, we have to go."

The two generals, Zeng and Sun, immediately turned around, revealing their wariness.

After the turmoil in the underworld ended, the Zhao family's ghost officials diligently resumed burning ghost materials.

However, when the other side can easily kill everyone here, it is foolish and pointless to take any precautions.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and was the first to walk out of the main hall.

In fact, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't be sure whether Yayoi would betray him, because Yayoi had huge benefits to gain from turning against him.

But when Li Zhuiyuan saw Yayoi standing in the courtyard, surrounded by scattered weapons, even the damaged Hōhei-ji pagoda and the golden alms bowl were not spared...

Li Zhuiyuan knew that, at least for now, Yayoi was someone he could trust.

"Thank you for your hard work, you even remembered to pick up my trash while we were fighting."

"Please forgive me, senior. I was careless when I attacked and broke their armor. I was unable to retrieve it."

"There's no need to be so hard on yourself." "As the old master said, you have to be careful with your money while you're young. It seems I still don't know how to manage my life."

"After leaving here, will you come back to Nantong with us?"

"This humble monk must first return to Qinglong Temple and enter the Demon-Suppressing Tower, otherwise this humble monk's self-control will not last long. Furthermore..."

Yayoi tore open her tattered monk's robe, revealing her ribs, which were still clearly visible despite being covered and filled with a faint golden light.

"I'm afraid that going like this will frighten you, senior. Please rest assured, senior. After I finish visiting the Demon Suppression Tower, I will return to Nantong to see you. I also want to take advantage of the interval between the two waves to hold a few more vegetarian feasts."

Will the injuries heal?

“Alright.” Yayoi smiled. “Don’t worry, senior. This kind of injury is difficult for a person, but it’s only a matter of time for me. After all, I’m no longer a person.”

"It would be good if you could recover. If you were disfigured, your grandfather would be heartbroken."

"Yes, I know. The senior once said that I make a living based on my looks."

Furthermore, senior, do you think this humble monk needs to have the lamp lit a second time?

"Don't order yet."

"I'll listen to my senior."

“Don’t listen to me. You yourself said that you’re not even human anymore. Only by staying on the river and under its watchful eye can you have some room to maneuver. If you try to escape its gaze, the situation will quickly become complicated.”

"It's only a matter of time. Perhaps one day you, senior, will uphold the will of Heaven and kill this humble monk."

"In its eyes, it's not certain whether you or I are the real evil spirit."

Yayoi rummaged through Junsei's backpack and found ropes, stringing all the weapons together for easy transport.

Time was of the essence. Just as Tan Wenbin had said, if they didn't gather up the good things they could take with them soon, they wouldn't have a chance to collect them when this wave ended.

If Yayoi hadn't picked up the items immediately after the fight, it would have been too late for her to go out and retrieve them now.

Li Zhuiyuan bent down and picked up the seam of the Gate of Life and Death next to Xuanzhen's skull hand.

After Xuanzhen dug out the crack in the gate between life and death, it lost its vitality.

But since Xuanzhen dared to dig it up, it proves that he has the ability to fill it back up. Otherwise, how could he become a Bodhisattva?

Therefore, it is highly likely that this inanimate object would also be of great use to Zhao Yi, who also possesses the Gate of Life and Death.

The young man was never stingy, and he didn't feel any resentment about giving this to Zhao Yi. He was just calculating how many times Zhao Yi would risk his life for him to give this item.

Before this wave, Zhao Yi made a special trip to Fengdu, so his strength must have improved, which is equivalent to sharpening his sword in advance.

A small silver seedling sprouted from a crack in the ground. Li Zhuiyuan reached out, grabbed it, and pulled it out.

This is molten tin. As the boy pulled it out, he ripped out page after page of dirty Buddhist paper.

Having learned from its previous experience of being destroyed, the Evil Book now knows how to preserve itself.

On the first page, the woman in the painting is so pale that it suggests she wasn't hiding underground out of fear of death, but rather that she was completely drained.

Li Zhuiyuan knew she wasn't lying.

On the last piece of Buddha paper, there was a barb that was pulling out a black Bodhi fruit.

Picking it up and holding it in my palm, I could sense the severely injured and weakened spirit of the evil dragon inside.

"You did a great job."

While knowing how to hide, they also knew how to help the evil dragon.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't predict the future. He didn't expect Xuanzhen to suddenly play the "waiting for the oriole" trick. So before that, the young man really spared no effort to fight for that 50/50 situation.

Seeing that Ah Li was not there, the woman boldly used her weakness as an excuse to remove the fabric from her clothes.

But the boy didn't even look at it. He simply slammed the book shut with a "bang," sealing away this exquisite work of human art.

Everything was packed. General Sun carried Runsheng on his back, and General Zeng carried Tan Wenbin on his back.

Yayoi carried Lin Shuyou on her back.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't need to carry a bag or anything else; he only needed to carry A-Li on his back, as the girl was very light.

Outside, the wind howled, but the gray fog did not dissipate.

This means that before it completely sinks here, the gray fog still possesses the mechanism of extracting the Buddhist nature of those with golden ordination scars.

A bizarre scene then unfolds: Li Zhuiyuan, who is a "Bodhisattva," needs to rely on Miyo to release his Buddha-nature in order to maintain his safety in the gray fog.

The Bodhisattva, whose name does not match his reality, has been perfectly interpreted.

The light emanating from Yayoi is like a lamp, illuminating the surrounding environment and helping her determine her location.

As he walked, Li Zhuiyuan saw a corpse lying on the ground; it was the mad monk.

"Carry one more."

General Zeng quickly carried the mad monk's corpse on his back.

Further on, we encountered another corpse, this time a masked monk.

Before his death, the masked monk threw his mask, which he used as a defensive tool, to the mad monk. Li Zhuiyuan had never seen his true face. In this area, all the other monks died by the outer wall of the Pudu Zhenjun Temple. The only ones who died in this area were the mad monk and the masked monk who had blocked Xuanzhen.

"Carry one more."

General Sun immediately did as instructed.

The tremors behind us intensified, and the subsidence starting from the center became more and more obvious, with seawater beginning to surge out.

However, because the group left without any delay and the directions were clear, the journey was very smooth, even though the land collapsed and the sea emerged. Yayoi even changed into a more suitable and complete monk's robe along the way.

The gray fog was swallowed up by the sea, and the normal daylight outside was able to appear. There were many boats moored at the natural dock by the island. Apart from his group, no one else needed to return, so Li Zhuiyuan could choose any boat he wanted.

After placing the wounded and their belongings on the ship, the two generals, Zeng and Sun, bowed and then transformed back into their armored forms.

The talisman armor was pitted and severely damaged, a result of prolonged wear and tear from spirit writing.

Yayoi started the ship and sailed away. The island behind them disappeared from their sight even faster than the ship was moving.

The anticipated massive whirlpool and eddies did not appear; the island remained calm.

This should be Sun Boshen's last act of tenderness.

His rules were designed to be very simple, but he made detailed plans for the complete sinking of the Zhenjun Temple.

He allowed countless monks to kill each other, yet prevented any nearby fishing boats from being put at risk.

Yayoi bowed to the island and exclaimed, "Senior, do you think Bodhisattva Sun resembles a real Bodhisattva?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "He wasn't like that in life, but after his death, he truly resembled a Bodhisattva."

Yayoi: "Senpai, could you please steer the boat?"

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Yayoi with a puzzled expression.

Yayoi pointed somewhat awkwardly to the sky: "This humble monk is unfamiliar with feng shui and qi formations, and does not know which way to steer the boat."

Just then, a fishing boat came into view, and Hai Ge was standing on the bow.

Hai Ge came to pick up the person as agreed.

But this time, even though he was a master of navigation who could find his way in the fog, he got lost and couldn't find the island no matter how hard he looked.

Hai Ge brought the boat closer, and his son came along with him. The son was driving the old boat, and Hai Ge jumped onto this boat.

"They are..."

"Sleep if you're seasick."

"Did you see those masters? I was supposed to pick them up today..."

"I met them. The masters said they would stay on the island for a while longer to study Buddhism, so you don't need to come and pick them up anymore."

"what?"

Hai Ge clearly didn't believe it.

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes were serious, and the lotus mark between his eyebrows was faintly visible.

Hai Ge suddenly felt that the boy's words were incredibly credible!
"Haha, I see. Okay, let's head back and get ashore!"

Yayoi walked up to Li Zhuiyuan, looked at the boy curiously, and asked, "Senior, is this Buddhist language?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "I think it's more like hypnosis."

Yayoi: "Actually, you are more suited to sitting in meditation. If you were to shave your head and wear a robe, you would look even better than this humble monk..."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Don't mention this in front of my great-grandfather, he'll get angry."

Yayoi: "Young monk, keep this in mind."

Li Zhuiyuan turned his head to look at the sunset over the sea.

Back then, my great-grandfather spent many days drawing different versions of the luck-changing array, just so he wouldn't be able to go to the underworld and could live the life of an ordinary person.

As a result, I've now become a Bodhisattva.

When we reached the shore, Yongzi was already waiting.

He estimated the return date for Li Zhuiyuan and the others, and did not set off in his vehicle.

Upon seeing so many unconscious wounded on the ship, Yongzi swallowed hard. Having learned from her previous experience, she wasn't too surprised.

"Brother Yongzi, please take us back to Nantong."

"okay."

When Yongzi drove the truck over and loaded the people onto it, Runsheng and the others were alright; although they were unconscious, they were still somewhat warm. But when he moved the Mad Monk and the Masked Monk, the stiff touch of their bodies startled Yongzi.

But just as Li Zhuiyuan was about to make the lotus mark between his eyebrows reappear, Yongzi returned to normal first, and everything was fine.

Having driven trucks all over the country and even experienced the death of someone due to fuel thieves, Yongzi had long since become indifferent to such things.

In his view, Li Zhuiyuan had saved his father's life and then his own, so even if Li Zhuiyuan was plotting to kill for money, he was willing to lend a hand in transporting the body.

Li Zhuiyuan offered an explanation: "I saw them pass away on the way back, and I couldn't bear it, so I took them in and planned to bring them back to my great-grandfather to perform a ritual. You know, my great-grandfather does this kind of thing."

Yongzi: "Hahaha, so that's how it is!"

The truck starts and moves.

Yayoi was not in a hurry to return to Qinglong Temple. He was worried about the boy's safety on the road and wanted to escort him to Nantong.

During the journey, one by one, the people on the bus woke up, except for the two who were unlikely to wake up.

Li Zhuiyuan was afraid that A Li would catch a cold from the wind, so he covered her and himself with a blanket. After A Li woke up, she snuggled closer to the boy.

After waking up, Tan Wenbin pressed his head; he felt very uncomfortable.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, it seems like I've heard chanting in my head."

This is a side effect of the four spirit beasts devouring Kong Hui's remnant soul.

Li Zhuiyuan: "I'll help you resolve this when we get back."

Tan Wenbin: "That's right, this is now under your jurisdiction, Brother Xiaoyuan."

After Lin Shuyou woke up, he sat opposite Li Zhuiyuan, and every time his gaze swept over and passed by Brother Yuan, he would roll his eyes.

Ayou: "Boy, what are you doing?"

The boy said, "It's too similar; I dare not look."

Yongzi parked the car in a private service area and asked everyone if they wanted to get out for a meal.

Lin Shuyou turned around and glanced at the sign for the Sisters' Restaurant hanging high. He immediately shook his head.

Finally, Yayoi went downstairs and entered the restaurant with Yuko. After a while, Yuko and Yayoi returned, each carrying a boxed lunch.

As soon as they entered, a woman pressed herself against them, inviting them to go upstairs. Anyway, it would take some time to pack their takeout, so they had plenty of time.

Even in Yayoi, women would seduce you. These days, it's not unusual for monks to eat meat.

As a result, the woman rushed into Yayoi's arms, her fingertips instinctively reaching for the bumps on his chest to tease him, and with one poke, she pierced Yayoi's ribs.

The woman screamed in fright and fainted.

The other people in the restaurant thought the woman was ill or possessed by something, so Yayoi drew a talisman for her to calm her down, and the restaurant owner waived the cost of a boxed meal.

Before the truck entered Nantong territory, Yayoi got out of the truck, stood by the roadside, and put her hands together in farewell to the truck.

When they arrived at Shinan Town, Tan Wenbin reminded Yongzi to take another village road into the village. Those of them who were seriously injured had to go to Big Beard's house to recuperate first, as it would be inconvenient for them to see Grandpa Li.

Li Zhuiyuan and A Li got off the car first on the village road. The girl was still very weak, so the boy carried her home.

When they were reciting scriptures in the Zhenjun Temple, the girl was unconscious. Now she is awake and will take the initiative to hug the boy's neck with both hands, her face is very close to the boy's, and the wind blows her hair.

On the threshing floor at home, Uncle Qin saw this scene and said, "Ah Li is injured."

With that, Uncle Qin hung the hoe back up and prepared to carry the person on his back.

Aunt Liu: "Everyone's back now, do you need to go and carry a piece of wood?"

Uncle Qin: "Is the kitchen stove short of firewood?"

Aunt Liu: "No, your brain would be hot enough to burn for a whole year."

Li Zhuiyuan carried A Li slowly. When they passed Aunt Zhang's shop, they saw Grandma Cui Guiying buying snacks for Shi Tou and Hu Zi.

"Don't fight, don't fight. These are for you two, these are for the children in the family, and these are for Xiao Yuanhou. You can take them to the old master's house later."

"Grandma, Yuanzi isn't home."

“We have to deliver it even if he’s not home, that’s the rule. He can eat it when he comes back.”

"Okay, we'll deliver it."

"You're not allowed to steal any food."

“We don’t steal food. Every time we go to deliver things to Grandpa’s house, Aunt Liu will give us even more food.”

"They gave it to you, and you two had the nerve to take it? You didn't even go home and tell anyone. You're so inconsiderate!"

"Okay, Grandma, I'll say it next time, I'll say it next time."

Tiger was in a hurry and tore open the packaging bag too hard, causing all the spicy strips inside to fall to the ground and get covered in dirt.

Cui Guiying slapped her thigh and spat out a curse:
"Shinaga Yasuko, this is such a waste! If the Bodhisattva saw this, he would be struck by lightning!"

Tiger, scratching his head and enduring his grandmother's nagging, turned around and saw that he was saved. He immediately laughed:

"Grandma, the Bodhisattva didn't see it, it was Brother Yuanzi who saw it!"

(End of this chapter)