Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 67 The Young Emperor
"It's better to find justice with the girl."

As he spoke, he glanced at the woman by the fire with a complicated expression, but the scroll in his hand was somewhat heavy.

"Little Master, I'd better leave this scroll to you, Xiaosheng, take it..." After half a sentence, he couldn't continue.

Fear?
Logically speaking, this girl saved your life.

Infiltrate?
It does penetrate people. After all, it is made of human bones, human skin, and human blood. It would be a lie to say that it does not penetrate people.

Xu Zisu raised his head and took the scroll, then unfolded it and took a look. The woman in the painting was very charming like the woman in front of him. The painting work was exquisite and the painting skills were exquisite. Even the mole at the corner of the eyebrow was painted exactly. This can only mean one thing. , this person is not only a painter, but also familiar with this woman, and even his identity is unknown.

Shaking his head, he rolled up the scroll and put it aside.

Seeing Xu Zisu put it away, Zhu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little disappointed in his heart. What was going on?
The rain rumbled outside the door, making people panic.

According to this method, I'm afraid it will last until dawn.

He tightened his soaked clothes, and a chill came over him, but because the girl was near the fire, he was too embarrassed to step forward.

The big man seemed to be able to tell and took off his shirt and handed it to Zhu Yan.

"Master, it's cold, please put on this coat."

"This..." Zhu Yan's face turned red.

"Young master, so-and-so is also a martial artist, the chill can still be tolerated, you should wear it."

Seeing this, Zhu Yan silently took over the clothes.

Although the painting was not wet, the clothes in the package were obviously soaked.

"Young master, you'd better come and warm yourself by the fire." After saying that, Qianying disappeared by the fire.

Zhu Yan glanced curiously, a flash of doubt in his eyes.

Zhu Jiusheng said: "Master, I think the girl has returned to the painting."

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly walked towards the fire.

Reflecting the firelight, the pajamas rose up, and after a moment, he leaned on his hands and squinted.

the night passed,
In the early morning, it was still drizzling, and the road was even more muddy, making getting on the road a problem.

Zhu Yan stood at the door with his hands behind his back, holding a book in his hand, looking at the thick fog and light rain in the distant mountains.

"One autumn rain and one cold. After today, I'm afraid it's going to be the dead of winter."

Zhu Jiusheng smiled and said: "What the young master said is that it has been nearly a year since we came out."

"I don't know how my father and mother are doing." A hint of sadness flashed in Zhu Yan's eyes. After a year of wandering, there is no reason not to miss home.

Jiu Sheng comforted him: "Don't worry, young master. The master and his wife are always in good health and will be able to go back in less than ten months."

Zhu Yan smiled and nodded, then sighed: "It's just that it's difficult to leave today."

As he spoke, there was a cooing sound in his stomach.

Hearing this, Zhu Jiusheng rummaged through the book basket for a while, and couldn't help frowning. The dry food he was carrying was eaten by the two of them.

He glanced at the drizzle, and then stood up: "Master, wait a moment, Jiu Sheng will go find some food for the master."

"It's raining, muddy, and deserted, so it's best not to go out."

"Don't worry, young master, with Jiu Sheng's ability, nothing will happen."

As he spoke, he walked straight out of the ruined temple and disappeared into the light rain.

A flash of worry flashed in Zhu Yan's eyes. Although Zhu Jiusheng was just a guard found by his father, after nearly a year of getting along, the two of them seemed to have a master-servant relationship.

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Zhu Yan, who had nothing to do, chatted with Xu Zisu about the world.

In the past year, Zhu Yan's master and servant actually traveled to eight places. Even Xu Zisu couldn't help but treat them differently. They traveled to eight places and only relied on a bone refining realm warrior to escape unscathed. It has to be said that This scholar is also relatively lucky.They chatted about everything, talked about history, and finally talked about the Jin Dynasty.

"When Emperor Jing was in power, the people's livelihood in the world was stable, and all the officials were even more dedicated to their work. Who would have thought that only half a year after Emperor Jing's death, the officials in the entire government would be slacking off, and there would be even those who neglected their duties, allowing their subordinates to do evil, and plundering money wantonly , It’s simply unspeakable. After all, it is the common people who suffer.”

"Doesn't the emperor who is currently enthroned care about it?"

"Tube?"

"I'm afraid I don't know something, young master. In the past, Emperor Jing died hastily and did not make a will. This also caused several princes to have no means for the throne. But this final result is a bit ridiculous."

"Several princes killed each other one after another, and the throne actually fell to a six-year-old child."

"How can a child know anything about people's livelihood? He is just a puppet supported by some people." Zhu Yan shook his head with a wry smile. It is not without reason that the world is in chaos.

If the throne falls on a six-year-old child, one can imagine what the court will look like.

"Amitabha."

Xu Zisu recited the Buddha's name.

"On the contrary, the young master, a monk, actually read Confucianism thoroughly. Even a junior student is not as good as him. If he goes to Beijing to take the exam, he may not be able to win a Jinshi position."

"The donor is joking. His ambition is not to live in court. Reading Confucianism is just for the sake of understanding, clarifying one's nature, and cultivating one's moral character."

Reason, clarity, self-cultivation?

Zhu Yan's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Xu Zisu smiled and started playing with the firewood.

"Master, Jiu Sheng is back."

Hearing this, Zhu Yan slowly came back to his senses, bowed and saluted Xu Zisu: "Young master, the student has been taught."

Being able to read and write, and participating in studies, I thought I was just serving my family and country, but I never thought that I already have a lot.

Sure enough, every word and action is a study of literature.

Then he looked toward the door and saw Jiu Sheng walking in carrying a huge hare, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What a fat rabbit."

"Exactly. If Jiu Sheng hadn't been quick, he would have been run away by this little guy."

Xu Zisu frowned and looked at Zhu Jiusheng's feet. He saw that there was a lot of mud on his shoes, but the mud was dark black. It came from the muddy rain, but it actually condensed into lumps.

“It’s best to remove the skin and bones and use it for roasting.”

"Jiusheng thinks so too."

As he said this, he took out a dagger from his backpack, carried the hare and walked to the door.

"Amitabha."

When they heard the Buddha's name, the two of them looked startled. They almost forgot that the young master was a member of the Buddhist sect. People in the Buddhist sect were most averse to killing. This...

The two of them looked at each other, with a look of embarrassment on their faces. On the one hand, they were worried about their stomachs, and on the other hand, they were concerned about the little master's face. What should they do?

"Little master, this hare~"

"You two are casual. Although the young monk is a member of the Buddhist sect, he is not an unreasonable person."

It's just a pity that I can't eat it when I see it killing.

Xu Zisu sighed leisurely.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the two people's faces, and they started killing, skinning, removing bones, bleeding, and processing the rabbit meat.

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(End of this chapter)