I became a saint in the world of Liao Zhai, and flirted with monster girls

Look, could you please let me take these leftover fish bones back to the county office so that the county magistrate can take a look at them first?"

The captain of the police didn't dare to put on airs in front of Zhou Kao.

Normally, when he met those cowardly and sour scholars, he might be able to show off his power, but when facing a man as strong as Zhou Kao who was able to beat him and paralyze him in bed, he had no means of counterattack at all.

Not to mention that Zhou Kao was not only brave, but also a scholar and a scholar. This combination was really a headache.

Having the truth in your heart and the principles in your hands is outrageous!!!

Zhou Kao picked up the wine bowl and said slowly, "I still have half a pot of wine. By the time I finish it, the fish head will be almost finished. If the captain is willing to clean it up, I have to thank you."

The captain waved his hands quickly: "No, no, this is all my job, my job..."

Yu Niang, the cat in the cage, watched the whole thing and saw Zhou Kao easily shocked the whole audience. She thought to herself: It is true that people with fame and honor are different. Not only are ghosts hard to kill, but even villains have to be in awe of them.

If Zhou Kao were to say what Yu Niang meant, boxing is reason and martial arts is virtue.

Confucius' teachings always echoed in Zhou Kao's mind. He felt that the ability to split a person into two halves was what was called "benevolence."

Zhou Kao picked up the fish head with the cheek meat already eaten and started to bite it. With a few "crunching" sounds, he quickly sucked up the fish brain. The taste was so delicious and smooth.

While eating, he found a bead in his mouth. Thinking it was a fish eye or something, he bit it open.

Suddenly, an indescribable breath spread from his mouth and then spread to his whole body.

After eating, Zhou Kao washed his hands, wiped his mouth, and went to change his clothes.

He returned the bead to Yu Niang and asked, "Yun Niang, I was eating a fish head just now and found a bead in my mouth. I accidentally bit it and it burst. It felt very strange. It was as if..."

Yu Niang took over the conversation: "It seems that if I go into the water now, I can breathe like fish and shrimp?"

Zhou Kao asked in surprise: "Huh? You knew?"

Yu Niang explained, "My dear, haven't you heard of the art of seizing the fortunes of heaven and earth? It takes ten years to become a monster, a hundred years to become a spirit. But becoming a monster also requires luck and spiritual energy. That bead is the secret to becoming a monster. When you eat it, you will unlock its power in the water. The same is true of the bead I gave you to attract the fish monster."

Zhou Kao suddenly realized: "It turns out that it has more than just the effect of nourishing yin and strengthening yang..."

After Yu Niang gave a detailed explanation, Zhou Kao finally understood that some birds, beasts, fish and insects, if they are lucky and have grown for a long time, will occasionally encounter "good fortune".

"Fortune" is different from ordinary things. It could be a trace of spiritual energy, the earth's energy leaking from the earth's veins, or even just a pee accidentally peed by a real dragon passing by...

But as long as it is not an ordinary thing, there is a chance that birds, beasts, fish, insects, flowers, plants and trees will complete their transformation.

The main function of this transformed "creation" is to open up spiritual wisdom.

Originally, one relied on instinct to "seize the fortune of heaven and earth", but after gaining spiritual intelligence, one can obtain it more efficiently.

For example, natural spiritual seeds have their own cultivation abilities and can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon. If their spiritual intelligence is awakened, they can summarize a set of cultivation methods and make rapid progress from then on.

Some evil spirits, for example, grow stronger by eating humans to absorb their blood and energy. They will keep eating and growing stronger, regardless of good or evil. They know how to grow stronger. This is the mark that distinguishes wild beasts from rare treasures.

With the "good fortune" accumulated over the years and becoming stronger through practice, most creatures ultimately seek the truth and become immortals.

Yu Niang said that if a great demon could cultivate an indestructible golden elixir, it could remain immortal for a thousand years.

Although this blackfish monster has not formed a golden elixir, the bead represents its years of cultivation.

Now that it has been swallowed by Zhou Kao, he can always absorb some of it.

Zhou Kao became interested when he heard this: "So, if I just kill more monsters and eat them, I can continue to absorb their power and become stronger, right?"

Yu Niang said helplessly: "What are you talking about, benefactor..."

Are you a devil??? Ah? I ask you?

Zhou Kao asked doubtfully, "Isn't it?"

Yu Niang explained, "That's true, but there aren't that many monsters in this world waiting to be killed by a benefactor.

Furthermore, this wild monster that has cultivated for decades is probably not as good as the results of the benefactor's own training for several years.

And my benefactor, don't think that these fish monsters are easy to kill. It's because you have made great achievements and have the Western sword in your hand.

How could those spirits that were hundreds, tens, or even thousands of years old be killed so easily?

"My benefactor, slaying demons and eliminating evil in this place where the destiny of the Humane Dynasty is shrouded, naturally seems easier."

Killing demons also requires the right time, place and people.

Zhou Kao rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "I see..."

He felt that he couldn't just run around in places with a lot of wild monsters. Although playing in the jungle could help him develop quickly, safety was the first priority, and he was a conservative.

He wants to cook, but he doesn't want to be a dish.

The monster was killed, the lake in Wuyu Castle returned to calm, and the storm subsided.

It happened that a merchant fleet was about to set off to the east the next day, and seeing that Zhou Kao was going the same way, they simply asked him to wait a day before leaving.

Zhou Kao will have one boat per person, and the boat can be tied to the back of the fleet, so that the scholar can save energy.

Zhou Kao readily agreed. After all, it would be more convenient to take Yu Niang by water with a caravan leading the way.

Come to the wonton shop.

In the afternoon, the wonton shop had lost the hustle and bustle of last night. The wooden window frames swayed gently in the breeze, blowing off a few newly sprouted willow leaves.

After a busy night, there were few diners in the restaurant.

"Crack! Bang! Chi-crack!"

Only the proprietress who was cleaning and the young man who was chopping wood were left.

Zhou Kao saw the proprietress wiping the table while watching her children help her prepare firewood.

"Son, be careful!"

There was a slight tremor in the proprietress's voice.

The axe fell, and the firewood cracked with a "bang". The boy straightened up and wiped the sweat off his face, revealing a face that was even rosier than at night. "Don't worry, mother, it's just chopping wood, it won't be tiring."

He looked at the waist-high pile of firewood beside him and thought to himself, "If I chop more firewood, Mom will have to bend less when she's cooking. After I'm gone, this firewood will be enough for her to use for a while."

As the young man thought so in his heart, he quickened the speed of his hands, repeating the action of chopping wood piece after piece, and sweat soaked his back.

Zhou Kao stood under the eaves, listening to Yu Niang sighing softly in his ear: "My dear, this young man is exhausted and may not survive this night..."

He looked at the boy's wrist trembling slightly as he swung the axe, and his face became even more rosy.

His throat moved slightly, and he strode forward, put his hand on the boy's shoulder, and took the axe from him: "Take a break and talk to your mother. How much can your frail body chop? Your brother Zhou will chop this little firewood for you."

The boy was stunned. The axe handle still retained the warmth of his palm.

He looked up at Zhou Kao, and seeing his burning gaze, he couldn't help but scratch the back of his head, grinning and saying, "Thank you, Brother Zhou!"

However, he did not walk up to the proprietress to talk to her. Instead, he turned and went into the back room and came to the corner he remembered.

Looking up, I saw a small hole.

The roof was collapsed by rain, and my mother never had time to repair it.

"Mom, why hasn't this hole been patched up yet?"

The boy asked his mother outside and hurried to get a ladder.

"Hey, son, what are you doing?"

"Go upstairs and patch it up!"

He quickly got the ladder up to the top of the house.

"Son, don't fall!"

The proprietress watched the young man climb up the ladder carefully, and hurriedly stepped forward to lift the swaying ladder.

"Ouch! Climb slower! Don't fall!"

Zhou Kao looked over when he heard the sound, but did not try to stop it. Instead, he increased the speed of his hands and chopped more vigorously.

He moved quickly and the firewood was chopped soon.

He put down the axe and quietly stacked the chopped firewood more neatly. The sound of the firewood colliding was mixed with the proprietress's detailed instructions and the young man's voice.

The boy climbed up the roof as quickly as possible and began to check the hole in the corner.

The sunlight passed through the gaps in the eaves, casting a golden edge on the boy's hair.

He knelt on the roof, carefully spread thatch into the hole and covered it with tiles. His fingers were scratched by the tiles and bled but he was completely unaware.

Zhou Kao looked at it from afar.

The firewood pile was very high. Zhou Kao patted the wood chips on his hands and walked towards the lake with Yu Niang.

Let them, mother and son, enjoy this final reunion.

Behind me, I heard the mother and son whispering. The boy said that he would plant a camphor tree in the yard after the house was repaired.

The proprietress said that she would arrange a marriage for her son once she earned enough money.

The wind blew the fallen leaves over the eaves, carrying these tiny longings to the clouds, and then gently falling on the shimmering lake.

In the lake, two small figures were holding bamboo poles and slapping the water. As the ripples spread, they overlapped with the shadow of the boy on the roof.

Zhou Kao touched the tiger-patterned sword at his waist, and suddenly remembered what Yu Niang had said about "fate" - perhaps the young man's exhaustion of his last strength to patch up the leak was also a kind of "fate" to reconcile with the past.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still. There was no longer the roar of monsters in the wind of Mullet Castle. There was only the mother's nagging, the boy's laughter, and the dying warmth of the firewood pile.

The boy washed all the dirty clothes in the house with swift hands and feet, and he exuded a refreshed energy.

He shook his wet hands, hummed a tuneless little song and jumped into the kitchen. His cloth shoes stepped on the bluestone slabs, startling the sparrows lying at the foot of the wall.

"Mom, let me help you!" His voice was like freshly baked rice cakes, soft and sticky with a sense of energy and vitality.

The proprietress was concentrating on cooking the black fish meat left over from last night. As the knife rose and fell, the fish slices on the chopping board were as thin as cicada wings.

Hearing her son's voice, she turned around, her eyes full of surprise.

"Oh, my son is finally better now. He knows how to help me."

The proprietress continued with her work while smiling. The wrinkles between her brows seemed to be smoothed out by the smile, and she looked several years younger.

She raised her hand to touch her son's head, but wiped it again and again on her apron first.

Seeing this, the boy bent down and let his mother's rough palm stroke his sweaty head.

The sunlight filtered in through the window lattice in the back kitchen, casting their shadows on the pickle jar, like a woodcut painting soaked in time.

"No, it's finally healed."

The young man laughed heartily, but his hand that was washing rice suddenly stopped.

The smile was still on his face, but a sadness that was difficult to conceal welled up in his heart.

The smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, but the heart was sour, "Mother, I am unfilial"

The words rolled in his throat for a few times before he finally swallowed them back.

These words echoed in his mind again and again, like a sharp knife, piercing his heart.

"Son, go take a rest. I can handle these tasks."

The proprietress felt sorry for her son and was about to let him go to rest, but the boy interrupted her.

"Oh, mother! Just take a rest today. Your son wants to show off his skills!"

"Oh, mother, you don't have to bother me. Go and have a rest. I'll cook for you."

When the proprietress heard that the young man wanted to cook himself, she was obviously stunned for a moment, and then her face blossomed.

The proprietress stared blankly at her son's busy back, watching him skillfully mix the stuffing, roll out the dough, and put it in the pan, watching the beads of sweat oozing from the tip of his nose, and watching his neck tense from the exertion.

"Oh, my son has really made it big."

She patted the boy's shoulders gently, her palms trembling with joy.

The wontons in the pot floated up like a group of fat little ducks. The boy blew on the soup in the spoon and handed it to his mother's lips first.

The proprietress took a sip and was so impressed by the delicious broth that it made her eyes warm - the taste had the fragrance of fish, the freshness of chopped green onions, and the unspoken farewell of her son hidden in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

At dusk, the setting sun slowly sank to the west, and the sky was dyed golden.

The evening breeze blew gently, taking away the heat and noise of the day. The whole village seemed to be covered with a layer of golden gauze, like a dream.

However, this beautiful afterglow indicates that the boy’s time is running out.

"Mom, please sit down and I will wash your feet."

The boy carefully mixed the boiling hot water and cold water from the big pot into the basin, stretched out his finger, and carefully tested the temperature.