Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 88

Qingyuan County, Bailu Village.

Bailu Village is five hundred miles away from Qingyuan County.

The location of this village is very peculiar.

The village is a small island surrounded by a circular lake.

A year ago, Bailu Village was still a paradise, where the people were simple and the neighbors were friendly.

But later, everything changed.

A monster came into the lake.

As long as people on the island are in the middle of the lake, they will be attacked by monsters.

Not only that, the lake monster also captured many women in the village.

Over the past year, more than a dozen people have died in the lake.

No one in the village dared to go out, and no one could go out.

At this time, in the ancestral hall in the center of the island, an old man was burning incense.

The old man is the village chief, his name is Lu San.

A young man ran into the ancestral hall in a hurry.

"Dad, I heard that Bai Ling and Bai Liang escaped."

The young man was covered in sweat and there was a tone of blame in his voice.

The boy was Lu San’s son, Lu Ying.

Lu San frowned and looked at his son, then went around to the back of the ancestral hall.

Lu Ying looked around and when he saw that there was no one there, he closed the door of the ancestral hall and went to the back of it.

Behind the ancestral hall is a backyard.

There is a well in the backyard.

Lu San turned the wheel and pulled out a bucket of water.

Immediately afterwards, Lu San actually jumped into the well.

Lu Ying also jumped into the well.

The well is wide.

There is a hole in the side wall at the bottom of the well.

After jumping into the well, the two men climbed up the side wall and then came to an underground dark room through the hole.

There are two rooms in the dark room.

Three women were imprisoned in one room, and four girls were imprisoned in another room.

The people were of different ages but good-looking, and they were all naked.

Lu San brought some food to the three women, and Lu Ying brought some water to the four girls.

"Bai Ling and Bai Liang did escape." Lu San said.

Lu Ying said anxiously, "Dad, how could you let them run away? Bai Liang said a long time ago that he wanted to escape and find someone to catch the monster."

Lu San said: "Hey, I did it for you! Bai Ling is the most beautiful girl in the village, and I want to leave her to you as your wife."

As the two men were talking, a woman in the dungeon had tears in her eyes.

Lu Ying curled her lips and said, "Dad, you want to leave her to me and wait for me to marry her in the future."

Lu San's expression changed, and he immediately slapped Lu Ying: "What are you talking about?"

Lu Ying got slapped in the face and put on a smile: "Dad, I was just kidding."

Lu San finally calmed down. Suddenly, a tentacle grew out of his head. The tentacle was smooth and kept moving around on Lu San's head.

Lu Ying looked at the thing on Lu San's head with envy.

"Son, I am old now. The demon seed will be yours sooner or later."

"White Deer Village is yours too."

"All the women in the village are yours, too."

"We need to take it slow and steady."

Lu San said earnestly.

Lu Ying was annoyed when he saw the changes on Lu San's head, but he said obediently: "Dad is right. If it weren't for Dad, how could I sleep with so many women?"

After Lu Ying finished speaking, he walked straight into the cells of several women and grabbed a woman by her hair.

The other women huddled together, angry but not daring to speak out, while some had already become numb.

The woman pleaded bitterly on the ground.

Lu Ying untied his belt and said, "Your children actually escaped. I have to use you to vent my anger."

In the cell, the woman struggled desperately, but to no avail.

The young man continued to abuse the woman.

Lu San shook his head and walked into another room where the girl was imprisoned.

Soon, the sounds of breathing and slapping between the father and son could be heard in the dungeon.

Qingyuan County, Jinhua Temple.

A brother and sister knelt down in front of the little monk, crying bitterly, attracting many people to stop and watch.

Zhou Ping and Fan Shiyi were about to leave, but they stopped.

The brother and sister refused to get up and insisted on seeing the host.

Many pilgrims gathered at the entrance of Jinhua Temple.

After a long time, monk Fayuan finally arrived.

When Fa Yuan saw Zhou Ping, murderous intent flashed across his eyes, and then he turned kind.

"What happened to the donor?"

Fayuan helped the girl up, and the young monk beside him helped the boy up.

"Master, we are from Bailu Village, 500 miles away. My name is Bai Ling, and this is my brother Bai Liang."

"There's a monster in our village. More than a dozen people have died in the past year."

"We are here to ask you to save our village."

The girl is Bai Ling and the boy is Bai Liang.

The two escaped from Bailu Village by boat and barely managed to escape from the monster.

After leaving Bailu Village, the two headed straight for Jinhua Temple.

Jinhua Temple is well-known in Qingyuan County.

When the brother and sister were very young, they heard their father tell the story of slaying demons and eliminating monsters in Jinhua Temple.

Fa Yuan looked at the brother and sister, frowned slightly, and then immediately returned to normal.

In today's world, a few deaths is nothing, there are also many monsters.

Every day more and more people come to Jinhua Temple to ask Fayuan for help.

Especially after the Demon Lord had a battle with several great masters, the National Master Pudu Cihang accepted Fayuan as his registered disciple.

Fa Yuan's reputation became very loud.

"Someone, come and take the two donors back to the house to rest." Fa Yuan didn't want to help the poor because they had no money.

Buddha’s fate, Buddha’s fate. Even if there is no fate, there will be Buddha’s help.

The Bai Ling siblings don't look like rich people.

However, the two siblings simply did not get up.

"Master, please come to our village as soon as possible. My father was killed by a monster, and my mother was captured."

"Master, let's go back to the village quickly. If we delay for another day, more people may die."

Bai Liang held Fa Yuan's legs and refused to let go, nor was he willing to get up.

Fa Yuan frowned, a little impatient, but there were so many people watching.

"Donor, please get up quickly and have a rest in the temple first. I will arrange someone to go with you right away." Fa Yuan was unwilling to go to poor places to help poor people.

Fa Yuan's time was very precious, so he used the tactic of procrastination to fool the two people.

At that time, Jinhua Temple will send someone there, but Fayuan will not go.

However, the brother and sister seemed to see through Fa Yuan's thoughts and were still unwilling to stand up.

"Master, either you come with us now, or we will kneel down forever." Bai Liang said gritting his teeth.

"You!" Fa Yuan was helpless. He was angry but didn't dare to show it.

Bai Liang morally blackmailed Fa Yuan.

"Master, slaying demons and eliminating evil is the purpose of our Buddha. You should just follow them quickly." Fan Shiyi chuckled while waving a paper fan.

Fan Shiyi knew the moral character of these monks. On the surface, the monks were righteous and moral, but they were greedy for money.

Only when you have money can you have a connection with Buddha, and if you don't have money, you have no connection with Buddha. Fan Shiyi said this to force Fa Yuan to help the two brothers and sisters.

After Fan Shiyi finished speaking, the pilgrims around him began to speak.

"Yes, Master, please help them."

"The two children look so pitiful."

The pilgrims kept talking to each other, leaving Fa Yuan helpless.

Fa Yuan glanced at Fan Shiyi with a hint of resentment.

Fa Yuan knew Fan Shiyi's background very well. Her father was a top Confucian scholar of the time.

If someone else said something fishy, ​​Fa Yuan wouldn't care.

But since Fan Shiyi had said so, Fa Yuan couldn't refuse in front of so many people.

Fa Yuan suddenly came up with a good idea: "Master Fan, I am a humble monk and was injured a few days ago. You are a Confucian of the fourth rank. How about you go?"

Buddhists are really good at using moral blackmail.

Fa Yuan wanted to put the blame on Fan Shiyi.

Fan Shiyi sneered. Good fellow, you are so fast when picking fruits, and you know to hide when I ask you to exert effort.

"I can go." Fan Shiyi said with a smile.

Fa Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, the trouble was finally gone: "Then thank you to Mr. Fan, the fourth rank Confucian, for slaying the demons and eliminating the monsters."

Fan Shiyi let out a sigh and put away his paper fan, then said, "Master Fayuan, I am a Confucian. My righteous spirit can deal with ghosts, but I have no chance of winning against monsters. You just said that we need to slay monsters and exterminate evil spirits. Slaying monsters and exterminate evil spirits still depends on you."

Fan Shiyi's words were very clear. I can go, but you have to go too.

The pilgrims looked at Fa Yuan again. The pressure was once again transferred to Fa Yuan.

Fan Shiyi is right. Confucianism is good at dealing with ghosts, but not monsters.

Fan Shiyi waved her paper fan gently, and said nothing, but stared at Fa Yuan to express her opinion. She didn't believe that with so many eyes watching, Fa Yuan would not go!

"Okay, then I will accompany Master Fan." Fa Yuan was being watched by so many people and knew he couldn't avoid this matter, so he had to agree.

Fan Shiyi looked at the Bai brothers and sisters and said with a wicked smile, "Why don't you take Master Fayuan with you?"

Bai Ling and Bai Liang hurriedly got up and walked outside with Fa Yuan.

"Hey, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, oops, you're stepping on my robe." Fa Yuan was held by the Bai brothers and sisters and left Jinhua Temple reluctantly.

Zhou Ping looked at Fan Shiyi and gave her a thumbs up. Confucian people are really good, they know how to defeat magic with magic.

"What are you looking at? Let's go." Fan Shiyi looked at Zhou Ping and said.

Zhou Ping looked at Xiaoqing on his shoulder and said, "Miss Xiaoqing, goodbye."

Xiao Qing rolled her eyes at Zhou Ping: "Did I look at her? Was she talking about me?"

Zhou Ping was confused. If he wasn't calling you, then he was calling me.

"Zhou Ping, let's go and take a look together." Fan Shiyi said with a smile.

Zhou Ping: “.”

Brother, you are a hero, I am just showing off. I don't care.

"I still have to escort the convoy." Zhou Ping said shyly.

Zhou Ping didn't want to catch any monsters. Leaving the tunnel made Zhou Ping feel very insecure.

What's more, his main purpose now is to increase his life span. His longevity panel is for escorting, not slaying demons.

"As a warrior, helping the weak and punishing the strong is the warrior's heart! Fighting with monsters more often will help you make a breakthrough in your cultivation." Fan Shiyi is worthy of being a Confucian. He is very good at judging people and knows Zhou Ping's weaknesses.

Zhou Ping’s highest level of cultivation is that of Buddhism, but he has always considered himself a warrior, and what he wants most is to break through his level of cultivation as a warrior.

Although the Buddhist practice is high, it still relies on external forces.

Zhou Ping was somewhat tempted by Fan Shiyi's words, but the outside world was very dangerous, so he still wanted to refuse.

"No, I have to go back to the escort agency. The escort agency has other tasks for me." Zhou Ping talked about the task.

Fan Shiyi was still unyielding: "It's just a escort mission. I'll pay the escort agency and you'll protect me to Bailu Village. That should be fine, right?"

As Fan Shiyi finished speaking, a new line appeared on Zhou Ping's escort panel.

Life span bonus: two years.

Fan Shiyi wanted to persuade him again. She wanted Zhou Ping to stay with her.

Over the past six months, Fan Shiyi has been helping disaster victims in Qingyuan County and has no time to travel or explore caves to pick grapes.

Firstly, there are disaster victims everywhere, and secondly, there are no interesting people here.

Pu Ming is a monk that Fan Shiyi likes, and he can even chat with Fan Shiyi.

But Fan Shiyi didn't expect that Pu Yuan was dead.

Then Zhou Ping aroused some interest in Fan Shiyi.

Fan Shiyi always comes up with an interesting line of poetry from time to time.

For example: While the rich have wine and meat, there are frozen corpses on the streets.

Fan Shiyi thought about completing the poem, but after trying many times, he couldn't think of the right verses.

Zhou Ping: "Okay."

Fan Shiyi smiled, and the three of them followed the brother and sister.

Outside Jinhua Temple, pilgrims' faces are full of admiration.

"Master Fa Yuan is going to slay demons again."

"Hey, isn't it normal for a master to slay demons and monsters?"

"That's right, Master, hasn't you caught a lot of monsters recently?"

"Do you think Master Fan and that little escort will go with them? What are they going to do?"

"That's right. Master Fayuan can catch monsters by himself. Why would so many people be needed?"

"Yes, yes, I wonder if Master Fan will be a burden to Master Fayuan. It is said that Confucian people are very weak."

"Besides Master Fan, I wonder if that little escort will be a burden to the Master."

"That's right. If the master is dragged down by then, he will have to save two people."

"They shouldn't have gone!"

"Yes! You shouldn't go."

The pilgrims were discussing the matter. They felt that Fa Yuan alone could do the job of slaying demons and that Zhou Ping and Fan Shiyi were just a burden.

On the road.

The Bai Ling siblings were driving a horse-drawn carriage with the monk Fayuan on board.

Zhou Ping and Fan Shiyi were riding horses.

Originally, Bai Ling and his sister also wanted to ride horses, but were rejected by Fa Yuan.

Fa Yuan’s reason was that he was too old and couldn’t stand the hard work.

The brother and sister then prepared a carriage for Fa Yuan.

Even so, Fa Yuan always reminded the brother and sister to drive slowly.

"Hey, why are you running so fast again? My bones are all falling apart. Please take care of the elderly. Otherwise, when I get to the village, I won't have the strength to fight monsters."

Fa Yuan was lying in the car, with a little monk massaging his legs beside him.

The brother and sister had better slow down.

Behind the carriage were Zhou Ping and Fan Shiyi.

Zhou Ping was originally resistant to unfamiliar places, but Xiaoqing was always with him.

Xiaoqing is a seventh-grade demon.

With Xiaoqing here, there shouldn't be any major danger.

But Zhou Ping was also curious. You are obviously Fan Shiyi's snake, so why don't you lie on her?

"Miss Xiaoqing, why don't you lie on Master Fan?" Zhou Ping couldn't help but ask.

Xiaoqing glanced at Fan Shiyi beside her with disdain in her eyes.

Zhou Ping understood Xiaoqing's meaning, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Master Fan, is this not possible?"

This sentence annoyed Fan Shiyi: "What's wrong? What's wrong? I can do anything. Everything is fine! I can do it seven times a night. I can't make you get out of bed!"

Xiao Qing sneered: "That's right, Master Fan is very eloquent!"

Zhou Ping looked at Fan Shiyi's swallow with a meaningful look.

It is summer now, Zhou Ping is wearing short sleeves, but Fan Shiyi is still wearing a big white coat.

Fan Shiyi is afraid of the cold and feels weak.

Zhou Ping didn’t know that Fan Shiyi was a woman, and didn’t know that her yang energy was insufficient to begin with and that Xiaoqing had sucked a lot of it away.

Zhou Ping thought that Fan Shiyi felt so weak because he had been drained.

"I understand. If you are good at speaking, you can only win over a group of people with your tongue."

(End of this chapter)