NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 736 Save it for next time
In just half an hour, dozens of loudspeakers were deployed at every intersection in Cedar Town.
The sounds came and went in a circle, some far away, some near.
Feng Gui felt like his brain was about to explode, while below him, Jiang You had already put on noise-cancelling headphones and was lying leisurely on a rattan chair.
She crossed her legs, and the silver sword was placed across her legs, emitting a cold light.
The Broken Palm, which had run all over the town, lay limply at her feet like a tired dog, sticking out its tongue. Of course, it had no tongue...
The empty town was filled with the sound of loudspeakers.
Feng Gui couldn't explain his feelings at the moment. They were very complicated. He hoped that the monk would come out, but he also hoped that he would come out after he died...
This feeling of wanting to die but not wanting to die too miserably is simply too overwhelming.
The old man's only remaining eye sometimes had dilated pupils showing excitement, and sometimes revealed some fear.
No one is truly not afraid of death. Given a choice, who doesn’t want to live a good life?
The most painful thing is not death, but the process of waiting for death.
Three hours passed in a flash.
"It seems that the monk is most likely not here. Of course, there is also a certain chance that he is hiding in the dark and peeking, so we need to use the last method to test it."
Jiang You yawned, stood up from his chair, held the Miao Dao in his hand, and looked at Feng Gui, "Grandpa, are you ready?"
Feng Gui, "I, I think the monk may not have heard it yet, why don't we wait a little longer?"
"Then let's start with the thighs..."
Jiang You tilted his head and raised the long knife without hesitation, "Don't worry, I will avoid the aorta first. You won't die if I don't cut 360 pieces."
Hearing this, Feng Gui's eyes widened instantly.
Lord City Lord, are you serious?
His legs were swinging wildly like a fish's tail, and a shrill scream burst out from his throat.
“Zhu Xie! You damned monk! Monks are supposed to be compassionate, but you actually watched someone die because of you!
You evil monk, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell! ! "
Jiang You paused as he was about to cut the knife, nodded and decided to give the old man a chance to perform, "That's it, continue."
After three hours of playing the victim, the monk still didn't show up.
Feng Gui felt that the guy had definitely lost all compassion, so he just started scolding him.
"Your hands are stained with murder, what kind of monk are you?"
"You evil bald guy! I was shortsighted before and thought you were a human being, but you are just a bastard!"
"You damned bastard, if the east doesn't shine, the west will. You are the same as a turtle, a coward!"
"You stinky monk, come out, come out if you have the guts, don't play deaf, I look down on you!"
"You think you are some enlightened monk, but you think you are seafood when a stinky loach touches sea water!"
"You hold on to a Buddha statue and act like a sissy all day long. What's wrong? Your father doesn't want you anymore!"
"..."
As expected of someone who has lived for more than sixty years, his vocabulary is vast.
That old mouth was like one with a suppository, once it started it couldn't be stopped.
His lung capacity is also good. He can spout out three to five hundred words in a row without taking a breath. There is no sign of his previous breathlessness at all.
Jiang You smiled. How could an old man who could live to this day with a mentally ill grandson be a kind person?
His kindness and goodwill are all based on a huge power difference.
After more than ten minutes, Feng Gui couldn't bear it anymore, but when Jiang You coughed softly, he immediately started yelling and cursing again.
I don’t know how long passed.
"Donor, please don't speak evil words." A thin figure suddenly appeared at the other end of the road.
Feng Gui cursed without stopping, and said directly, "You are a goat that farted, so foreign and pretentious, why are you pretending to be a great monk in front of your father!"
After cursing, he remembered something and looked at Jiang You quickly, "Lord City Lord, do I need to continue to die?"
"Save it for next time you die."
Jiang You waved his hand and a wind blade swept across. The rope hanging above Feng Gui's head broke and the whole person fell to the ground with a "bang".
The monk in front of him was as thin as ever, wearing a tattered monk's robe, and the black Buddha statue in his arms was unchanged.
But... in this poisonous fog, he didn't take any protective measures.
Let your skin and facial features be exposed to the poisonous fog and breathe the air in the poisonous fog.
Jiang You was a little surprised. It seemed that the monk was not affected by the poisonous fog.
"Amitabha, benefactor, long time no see." Zhu Xie greeted Jiang You with a smile.
Jiang You took a few steps forward and looked around him for a few times, "Zhuxie, are you immune to the poison mist?"
"Those who have a wish in their heart have nothing to fear." Zhu Xie said, "I have gained some opportunities, which can be regarded as the blessing of Buddha. Are you here for me, benefactor?"
Jiang You nodded and said, "I would like you to help me translate the stone tablets and other records in Chenjia Village in detail. I have not been able to find the origin of this text even with the most powerful artificial intelligence.
But I remember you seemed to have done some research on this.”
"When I was practicing in the temple, I saw an ancient book in the Sutra Library. It contained records of this ancient language. I did study it for a while out of interest. But..."
Zhuxie's eyes moved to the one-eyed old man who had just untied the rope and stood up from the ground, "Is this how you ask me for help?"
Jiang You glanced at Feng Gui, who immediately took the silver Miao Dao from her hand and put it on his neck, "City Lord, I will apologize to the master right now!"
As he said this, he was about to wipe his neck without any hesitation.
Compared to being cut into pieces, the happiness of having one's neck cut is too great.
Jiang You watched coldly, with no intention of stopping him. To her, Feng Gui's mission had been accomplished.
I have already found Zhuxie, so whether he wants to live or die is none of my business.
Even if Zhu Xie wanted an apology, she could kill Feng Gui herself.
I believe he would be happy to die in his own hands.
The blade was about to cut through his neck, but it suddenly stopped.
Feng Gui felt that the long sword was blocked by something. He turned his head and saw a thin and slender hand holding the other end of the long sword.
Looking in the direction of the owner of this hand, one meets a pair of calm and compassionate eyes.
"Amitabha."
The Miao Dao was sharp, and the monk's hand holding the blade was covered in blood, with the blood flowing down through his fingers.
"Donor, life is a long journey, please let it go..."
Feng Gui's voice was a little dry, "Monk, I'm sorry."
The monk didn't say anything, but kept holding the blade firmly and confronting Feng Gui.
Feng Gui looked at Jiang You hesitantly, only to see a kind smile on her lips. "Master, you are so kind. I have already forgiven you. Why don't you thank me now!"
Feng Gui thanked him repeatedly before letting go.
Zhuxie held the blade and handed the Miao Dao to Jiang You, "Donor, you are still the same as always."
"Same here, you're the same as always." Jiang You got straight to the point, "When are you coming with me? I'm in a hurry."
"I don't remember when I agreed to your request."
"So there are conditions?"
"Amitabha, the Dharma is not easily passed on."
"It seems that the conditions are a bit harsh." Jiang You smiled slowly, "Tell me first. If it's not too much, I can consider it."