I am Jinshan Youxia

Yet, someone so selflessly sacrificed so much to help a complete stranger like him.

No matter how I think about it, it feels awkward. If I don't return it to him soon, he'll probably keep brooding over this trivial matter.

Monk Mengxin shook his head and said, "No, I don't need anything." It wasn't that he really had no desires; fine wine, the wind cave of his adopted son Maitreya, and so on—a whole host of things he hadn't accomplished in his life.

But he really couldn't bring himself to make demands of his savior, no matter how small, he wouldn't accept them.

"No."

Zhang Chengyi looked a little angry. "You have to make a wish, anything is fine, otherwise you're coming with me."

"..."

Is there something wrong with giving a golden rat as a gift?

After a long silence, the monk Mengxin said, "Then I'll take some gold."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Zhang Chengyi jumped onto his shoulder with his bundle on his back and said, "How can a little gold go to erase the favors I've done for you?"

"Take your time to think of your wish. I'll grant whatever it is. Don't even think about leaving until you figure it out."

It's not just about personal relationships anymore; it's about Jinshan Youxia needing to make himself feel at ease.

If we let this old monk leave, and Naraku were to suddenly return, the altered plot might have a butterfly effect, leaving the old monk's whereabouts unknown, which would completely create a dead end.

This is so awkward.

Monk Mengxin smiled helplessly, took a step forward, and said, "Lord Zhang Chengyi, I feel that a life-saving grace is definitely worth all the things I have lost."

"Boom!"

Zhang Chengyi patted the back of the monk Mengxin's head and said, "Why do you care so much? What I say goes."

"Yes, ha~ ah."

Monk Mengxin responded, "What else can I do? I can't resist." As he spoke, he yawned, feeling listless since he hadn't had any alcohol for a while.

"Want to have a drink?" Zhang Chengyi asked.

Monk Mengxin rubbed his red nose and said, "Lord Zhang Chengyi, if you want to thank me, there's no need to restrict my freedom."

"What do you know?"

Zhang Chengyi recalled the map, pointed in a direction, and said, "Go this way, there's a shrine lodging there."

“Your adopted son, Miroku, has been chasing after the half-demon Naraku, which has angered him. Naraku is planning to capture you and kill Miroku.”

"What?" Monk Mengxin was startled, then asked, "You mean, Naraku is a half-demon?"

Zhang Chengyi chuckled and said, "Nonsense, do you want to know how Naraku was born? Make a wish, and you can know everything about Naraku..."

Chapter 167 How They See Each Other

What kind of guy is Kingsoft Ranger?

Mengxin spent the next period of time thinking about this problem.

First and foremost, it's about being willful.

"Do you know that the food you made tastes as awful as poop?" Zhang Chengyi said to the trembling chef in front of him, his face full of displeasure. "How could you put so much in it..."

Yes, yes, yes.

When faced with a field mouse's post-meal review, the chef's head bobbed wildly up and down like Wu Lao Er next door seeing Ni Ping – it was like a tiny electric motor.

Despite being a 'monster' who should have stayed away from human society and was rejected by human groups, it strangely integrated into them and became a legend in towns and villages of all sizes in Musashi Province.

Fearful yet welcoming, such a delicate position is theoretically best avoided.

But this Kingsoft Ranger, if he's not satisfied with the food, he'll go over and argue, give his opinion; if he likes the food, he'll give double the reward—

I heard that a chef who had been served the "Golden Rat" twice has been hired by the city lord of the nearby city.

Then comes the concept.

In this respect, they seem quite unlike people of this era (?).

"Big, big, big"

Zhang Chengyi interrupted the trembling commoner who was stuffing himself with an X-ray at the highest setting, saying, "What's so big about it? Just keep it if I tell you to."

When you encounter a monster attack while eating, people with spiritual power often attract the covetous eyes of some small monsters. These mindless little monsters don't care where you are. While Midori can kill monsters instantly, the resulting damage to buildings and injuries to people are unavoidable.

After saying that, he swaggered away.

Whether it's a demon or a human, everyone is used to the strong doing whatever they want. In short, even his adopted son, Miroku, who often exorcises demons for free, rarely cares about what ordinary people are thinking. When fighting, he rarely considers his surroundings and afterward, he basically doesn't care what trouble the battle has caused to others.

Of course, the common people were already used to it. In an era where in-kind taxes could be as high as 70%, and there were often other additional taxes and chores, endurance was the only way for the lower class of people to survive.

But Jinshan Youxia seems to be a bit different. He doesn't distinguish anyone by strength, money, or power. Whether it's a city lord, a nobleman, a wealthy merchant, a commoner, or a monk, it seems that in his eyes, everyone is the same, just a human being.

Treat everyone equally, like an NPC.

Arrogant, yet surprisingly respectful in some ways.

Although Monk Mengxin didn't understand what Zhang Chengyi meant by NPC, at first he wondered if it meant human, lower class, or believer. After traveling for a while, he even thought that NPC was just a dialect term for other people.

Next, is—

"Hey, what are you thinking about!" Zhang Chengyi's voice came from not far away. "I heard that someone drank milk and turned into a cow. Come on, let's go see what's going on."

Let's watch the show, okay.

Monk Mengxin stood up, took a sip of wine, and rubbed his slightly flushed cheeks.

Watching the excitement is exactly in line with the free-spirited nature of Kingsoft's wandering knights.

However, if an outcast is too powerful, whether for the sake of humanity or in the hope that the other party will walk the right path instead of becoming an enemy of humanity because of petty scheming, he has a responsibility to continue following them.

From initially wanting to leave but being unwilling to take advantage of the wish, to now voluntarily following along, his goals have changed quite a bit.

Of course, I definitely won't make any wishes.

The matter between Miroku and the half-demon Naraku is a karmic entanglement spanning generations. He had no intention of directly helping in the past, and he would certainly not rashly interfere now. Providing some assistance is fine, but getting involved might have the opposite effect.

Aside from Maitreya Buddha and wine and meat, there was nothing else he absolutely had to do or obtain.

He may not be free from worldly desires, but he is not a monk consumed by them. In the end, he is still just a monk.

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[The stubborn old man]

Zhang Chengyi only had this one opinion about the monk Mengxin.

"Sigh, you should have made your wish sooner. It's not like I didn't want you to come along." He muttered to himself, making sure the drunken old monk next to him could hear him, and then took a big bite of his food.

It tastes awful! It tastes so bad!

Old Su, I miss you.

Zhang Chengyi spat out the wheat cake in his mouth. He missed Su Xinghe terribly. Su Xinghe was excellent at finding delicious food, fun activities, interesting places, and interesting people.

Unfortunately, the old monk who followed him was a useless fellow. Besides getting drunk every day, he actually made him find good food on his own.

Even if there aren't many shops around, Su Xinghe will cook it himself, and it's top-notch food. The old monk will just throw the ingredients into the pot to cook.

He glanced at the useless old monk, too lazy to scold the cook in the shop. After all, it was a guesthouse frequented mostly by commoners, not a place where the food was specially prepared for him. It was the old monk who had helped him order the food, so it was normal that it was not tasty.

It would be strange if they went over to criticize and comment on others.

Zhang Chengyi ignored the old monk and wandered off to join the fun at a nearby table of diners.

There's a group of people gathered here; they must be talking about something interesting.

"...I heard that the city lord's wet nurse turned into a cow that big."

"I almost drank milk when I was a child, sigh."

The group of passersby were discussing it animatedly.

After listening for a while, Zhang Chengyi roughly understood that the wet nurse of the nearby city lord had recently turned into a cow, and the city lord was searching everywhere for high monks and witches to exorcise the evil spirit from his wet nurse.

As for the claim that drinking milk turns you into a dairy cow—

It's a rumor that circulated widely in ancient Japan.

When Buddhism was first introduced to Japan, the custom of drinking milk by the Tang Dynasty people and Indians also came to Japan. During the Heian period, a department called "Nyugyuin" was specially established, and dairy products were regarded as high-end nourishing ingredients at that time.

Unfortunately, small, closed-off, and chaotic countries like Japan often exhibit extremely poor innovation capabilities and a tendency for imported technologies to easily become corrupted. By the late Heian period, the technology for producing dairy products had been lost, and the Japanese were unaware that milk was drinkable, leading to rumors that drinking milk would turn them into dairy cows.

Oda Nobunaga was curious whether drinking milk would make cows bleed, so he tried it out. Nothing happened, which became one of the proofs of his bravery and extraordinary nature.

In the late Edo period, many Japanese believed that the American blond was a cow monster who had turned into a cow after drinking milk. The common people resisted raising dairy cows, so they had to send more enlightened samurai to raise them.

[But could it be that in a world where monsters exist, drinking milk really turns you into a cow?]

Zhang Chengyi became excited upon hearing this. It would be great if he could turn from a field mouse into a cow. With such a large size, his strength would definitely increase significantly. He might even become a monster because of turning into a cow.

He strode back to the table, looked at the monk Mengxin who was deep in thought with a faint smile on his face, and shouted, "Hey, what are you thinking about!"

"I heard there's someone..."

Chapter 168 Cows

One day later, at the city lord's mansion.

"Master, please follow me."

The retainers, dressed in robes, led the way. The monk Mengxin had tidied himself up a bit, though his bulbous nose was still quite noticeable. His clothes were neat, his skin was clean, and he exuded the scent of incense, giving him a very formal appearance.

Zhang Chengyi sat on the monk Mengxin's shoulder, pondering the string of prefixes "city lord" that the retainer had mentioned upon meeting him.

He clearly holds the position of head of the dairy farm; he's definitely the head of the dairy farm.

Although the Japanese no longer drink milk or produce dairy products, the Dairy Institute still exists, and the positions are hereditary. Even if they don't understand why the Emperor established the Dairy Institute hundreds of years ago, they still consider the position an honor.

It's at least a high-ranking official position.

However, could the official position at the dairy farm be related to the wet nurse becoming a dairy cow?

Upon arriving at a secluded courtyard, the retainer stopped, a barely perceptible hint of disgust flashing across his face. His voice, carefully controlled and devoid of emotion, said:

"Master, we've arrived. We're in this courtyard."