Spirit Realm Wandering God: I have a door to two realms

Chapter 108: Encountering [Ascetic Monk], the Chu River blocks the road (Following update 27!)
"Tell me what happened."

The lamplighter gently placed the lantern in his hand on the desk and casually picked up a pen and paper to record. Lu Yu knew that the lantern was the other party's "Heart Lamp" and could see through lies.

As it involves merit assessment.

So choose to tell the truth,

He told the story honestly and honestly, how to boldly and carefully detect the movement, how to resolutely pursue the enemy alone, how to succeed in a sneak attack with clever tricks, how to fight bravely and fearlessly to the death, how to resolutely and decisively draw a gun and shoot, and finally win the battle.

The corner of the lamplighter's mouth twitched, and he almost thought he was listening to a book, but he didn't notice Lu Yu lying, so he nodded and said:
"Okay, the matter is clear, you can go back."

"Ok."

Lu Yu stood up from the bench and asked:

"Brother, this is my meritorious service"

"Go back. The evaluation results will be available in two or three days at the latest."

"All right!"

Lu Yu didn't feel comfortable asking anymore, so he nodded and left the room, leaving the lamplighter looking at the notes he had recorded and lost in thought.
After leaving the room.

Lu Yu waited in the hall for a while, and Qi Xuan in uniform quickly rushed over and asked:
"How's it going? Is it going well?"

"well enough."

Lu Yu said perfunctorily and then said:

"Boss, I just met Black and White Impermanence."

"Aren't you scared?"

"That's not it."

Lu Yu shook his head slightly, and Qi Xuan explained:

"Those two are actually called Black and White Generals. They are the guards responsible for guarding the underground prison. They are not real people, or not living people, but aliens created by Lao Huang's wife. You will get used to it if you see them more often."

Lu Yu took the opportunity to ask:

"Boss, what is Lao Huang's wife's occupation?"

"Let's go, talk while walking."

The two walked out of the office building side by side. Qi Xuan recalled: "Actually, I don't know what the specific occupation is. The other person is sitting in a wheelchair and looks like he has broken his legs, but he is a real second-level occupation."

"Oh!"

Lu Yu was thoughtful and asked again:
"That Aunt Hong"

Qi Xuan smiled and replied: "Aunt Hong was also created by her, not a living person."

"Hu~~"

Lu Yu took a breath and muttered:

"I've always felt weird." Then he asked:

"Boss, what happened today?"

"There's nothing much going on today. It's just a patrol mission. Do you want to patrol within the city or go outside the city?"

Lu Yu thought for a while and replied:

"Outside the city."

"Okay, we'll make arrangements later."

Qi Xuan agreed and obviously relied a lot on Lu Yu. When performing tasks, she had begun to intentionally seek Lu Yu's opinions instead of giving direct orders as usual.

After returning to the small foreign building, the tasks were quickly assigned.

Lu Yu and Cheng Fang patrolled the outside of the city in pairs, while Qi Xuan and others divided into two groups to patrol several streets in the city.

"Woooo~~"

The engine roared, and Lu Yu drove his horse-drawn carriage out of the Jing'an Bureau, and drove along the street toward the East City Gate. Halfway through, he saw a middle-aged monk begging for alms along the street, with a look of sorrow on his face. He was barefoot and wearing Wearing a patched brown monk's robe, he looked dusty.

He holds a bamboo stick in his left hand.

He holds an alms bowl in his right hand and performs Buddhist salutes to people from time to time.

【name】:****
[Equal order]: first order

[Occupation]: Ascetic

"Ascetic?"

Lu Yu's heart moved, and he quickly pulled over the carriage and said to Cheng Fang in the passenger seat: "Brother Cheng, I'm going to have a few words with the monk, and we'll get back on the road in a while." "Okay!"

Cheng Fang nodded, still cherishing words like gold.

Lu Yu opened the door and got out of the car, walked towards the monk with Xiao Hui who was following him, came to the monk, clasped his hands and said:
"Meet the mage!"

"Don't dare."

The ascetic monk quickly returned the gift and said humbly:
"The young monk Hengshu doesn't dare to be called the 'mage' by the donor."

"It turns out to be Master Hengshu. I'm disrespectful."

Lu Yu smiled, reached out and took out a red note from his pocket, put it in the opponent's alms bowl, and asked:

"I wonder where the master came from? Where did he practice?"

"Thank you so much, donor!"

Monk Hengshu thanked him and replied: "The young monk became a monk at Yong'an Temple and received ordination under Master Yanwen. He has been practicing outside for the past two months. He just entered the city today and is about to return to Yong'an Temple."

"Oh!"

Lu Yu raised his eyebrows. He originally guessed that the other party was from Yong'an Temple and wanted to find out the information. Unexpectedly, he was actually a direct disciple of Master Yanwen, so he said:

"It turns out that he is Master Yanwen's disciple. I have admired Master Yanwen for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to meet him. Yesterday I heard that there is a person who looks exactly like Master Yanwen, and people rush to worship him. I am curious, so I want to ask. Master Hengshu, do Master Yanwen have brothers or descendants who look exactly like them?"

"The benefactor is here. Master has been a monk since he was a child and has no relatives."

"I see."

Lu Yu nodded and said with a smile:

"Excuse me, Master. Please excuse me."

"Please, benefactor."

Monk Hengshu bowed his forehead and walked towards the distance. Every time he met someone, he would stop and salute. Lu Yu looked at the other person's back thoughtfully and murmured:

"It's even more strange. If you don't have any relatives, who is the corpse I saw?"

"Which one is true? Which one is false?"

"Forget it, if you have time, take a look at Master Yanwen and everything will become clear."

Lu Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

I got back in the car and continued to rush out of the city. When I passed the North City Gate, I found that the second-order silly-headed crane was still on the top of the city. Many people regarded it as a crane and fed it, but fortunately the silly-headed crane was watching. Silly, he stares at the crowd for a long time, and he doesn't hurt anyone casually.

The horse-drawn carriage passed through the city gate and drove out of the county seat.

Not far away, I saw a man standing in the middle of the road. The man was wearing a leather jacket, with his back to the county town. His hair was as gray as steel needles. There was a machete more than five meters long standing next to him, and he was standing straight. It's the second-level [Prisoner] Chu He.

"Xiao Xiaoyu!"

Cheng Fang became nervous and quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist.

"Don't act rashly."

Lu Yu warned, slowly stopped the car, took a deep breath, rubbed Xiao Hui's head, opened the door and got out of the car, and said:
"Mr. Chu, are you okay?"

Chuhe turned around and asked:
"You helped me settle the bill that day, right?"

Lu Yu's expression relaxed and he replied:

"Yes!"

"Okay, I, Chuhe, don't have the habit of owing anyone money, so this is nothing."

With that said, Chu He reached out and took out the prepared stack of red banknotes from his pocket, and threw it to Lu Yu. Lu Yu reached out to catch it, looked at it briefly, and felt a little dumbfounded, and said helplessly:
"Mr. Chu, you gave me a full 300 yuan for a meal that is less than 1 yuan. I dare not accept it."

"It's okay!"

Chu He waved his hand and looked silent.

When Lu Yu saw that the other party refused to leave, he suddenly felt that the 1 yuan in his hand was a bit hot, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Chu blocked me specifically, not just to pay back the money, right?"

"Not bad!"

Chu He did not deny it and said:

"You also participated in the operation to surround and kill my son that day, right?"

"."

Lu Yu's heart tightened, and the sword in his sleeve slipped quietly into his palm, and he said bravely:
"really!"

(End of this chapter)