bullyxtreme Chapter 164 Kun Gang Has a Remaining Gold from Yu Pu (3)
Chapter 164 Kun Gang Has a Remaining Gold from Yu Pu (3)
"Lady Meng Po, I've heard that the Well of Reincarnation is a magical place. If you jump down from there, a man will be reborn as a woman, and a woman will be reborn as a man. Is that true?" the vendor suddenly asked.
Meng Po nodded. "It's true."
The vendor looked troubled and said with distress, "But I don't want to be a woman in my next life. Do you have any way to help me?"
Meng Po frowned, her wrinkles deepening. "What do you mean by that?"
The vendor scratched the back of his head and said, "It's not that I look down on women, it's just that in this world, women are always powerless and their situation is a thousand times more pitiful than men's..."
But then he thought again, that's not right either. Everyone has their own difficulties, and the hardships and struggles of one person cannot be compared to another.
Moreover, in chaotic times, whether rich or poor, male or female, survival is precarious, and no one can live easily.
After much thought, he suddenly decided he didn't want to be reincarnated. If the human world was full of war, chaos, suffering, and injustice, what difference was there between it and hell? He might as well go back to the border town, accumulate merit, and just get by.
"You'd better think carefully about your choice." The drought demon didn't look at him directly, but it knew what he was thinking. Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife: "No matter what you choose, you'll be suffering. If you want to be completely free, die cleanly, and I'd be happy to help you."
"No, no, no! No need!" the vendor hurriedly said. "It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death! Actually, I once met a Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face, who looked like an immortal. He told my fortune and said that I would have a bad life in this life and die young, but my next life would be very different. I would be rich and noble. I want to take a gamble and bet that he was right!"
The drought demon sneered: "What kind of old Taoist priest? You've been fooled so badly that you're crippled?"
The vendor was certain: "He's definitely not lying to me. Just like you said, I'm a seasoned con artist. I've dealt with so many people. I can tell at a glance whether someone is a con artist or not!"
"That Taoist priest must have been very skilled. He was accompanied by a child of three or five years old who asked me for directions. I pointed them out to him, and in return, he told my fortune without charging me a penny! He was clearly a genuine wandering Taoist."
"I remember they asked me for directions to the city, and I told them to walk along that vast field of millet for about ten miles. Speaking of which, it reminds me of my hometown, where every household grows millet. In autumn, the area inside and outside the city is covered in golden yellow, it's such a beautiful sight!"
"The millet rice from my hometown is the best. Although I haven't eaten it for hundreds of years, I still remember what steamed millet tastes like. It's fragrant and sweet."
The drought demon suddenly asked him, "Are you talking about 'Yellow Millet City'?"
The vendor was lost in memories. "Yes, our village is very close to Huangliang City. No, how did you know..."
Turning his head, he saw the man's expression change drastically, and he coldly demanded, "What's your surname?"
The vendor was bewildered and dared not lie, so he told the truth: "My surname is Yuan!"
“In our village, most families share the surname Yuan, so the surrounding area calls us ‘Yuanjia Village’.”
"And because there is a clear stream outside the village, every household draws water from the river to irrigate their crops, wash clothes, and cook. They live off the water, so the village also has an official name, 'Lingxi Village'..."
What a huge joke.
Not funny at all!
The drought demon stepped onto the deck, placed his foot on the stern, grabbed the vendor by the collar, and dragged him to his side, desperately suppressing some extreme hatred. "You say you're from Lingxi Village, do you know what happened to Lingxi Village afterward?"
Seeing that things were going badly, Meng Po immediately jumped off the boat and plunged into the water, transforming into a large carp. She neither swam away nor approached, but simply lingered in what she considered to be safe waters.
Hearing a "crack," the vendor was startled when the piece of dark wood, even stronger than black iron, snapped under his foot. His legs trembled, and he stammered, looking at the figure so close to him, "Strong, strong man, what... what happened?"
He genuinely had no idea what he had done wrong, what he had said that had angered someone so much!
"Why don't you guess what will happen to your descendants?"
All he got in return was a seemingly plausible but ultimately unhelpful question.
His throat was so dry that he choked up before he could say, "How...how could I have guessed? I've been dead for over three hundred years, how would I know what the future holds for those who came after me?"
"I was conscripted to work as a laborer, but I died in an accident along the way. The supervisor in charge of the project was a corrupt official who concealed the disaster. My wife didn't even know if I was alive or dead; she probably remarried long ago."
“I don’t even have a grave. I’m buried in the middle of nowhere. I’ve never received any paper money from my family, and no one remembers to talk about me or tell me about life in the mortal world. I know nothing about what happens up there…”
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know, I can tell you,” the drought demon said, word by word, “They were all wiped out by a man named Li Tingyun.”
"You should have heard of this person, right? Aren't you still at your stall, peddling what you claim to be elixirs made by him, deceiving the world and stealing his reputation?"
"No...he, you, I..." the vendor stammered, "Li...Li Tingyun?"
"It's that demon from the Taiji Palace. A hundred years ago, he killed hundreds of people in Lingxi Village, from the very old to the very newborn babies. So many died, and they died so tragically. Alas, they were all unarmed mortals, so innocent, right?"
The drought demon chuckled softly, "Guess again, who am I?"
……
the other side.
Li Tingyun's throat tightened, and his breathing became heavier.
With my eyes closed, I noticed bulging veins on my forehead, throbbing temples, and a general headache.
I habitually raise my hand to press on my forehead to relieve my headache.
Mei Shiyu had already noticed that something was wrong with him. She grabbed a section of his forearm wristband and asked him twice, "What's wrong?" but there was no response. So she gripped it quite hard, you could say she was holding it tightly.
Admittedly, he knew nothing about Li Tingyun, his past, or his background.
However, it cannot be said that he did not understand Li Tingyun.
Although their time together was short, Mei Shiyu was able to accurately perceive Li Tingyun's emotional changes, notice his every move, and even know his joys and sorrows faster than he did himself.
It's strange, isn't it? Mei Shiyu also found it strange, but couldn't figure out why. After thinking about it, he attributed it to his own over-vigilance and being paranoid.
Li Tingyun calmed down in a moment, then pried open Mei Shiyu's knuckles with his other hand and whispered, "Don't touch me."
It wasn't a warning, but rather a reminder.
A flash of bloodlust crossed his eyes, but he kept them lowered so that Mei Shiyu wouldn't see it.
Mei Shiyu wanted to ask more questions, but he interrupted her, saying, "Let's leave here and go back."
Li Tingyun felt something was wrong with him, and his intuition told him that he shouldn't have come to this area.
It's especially inappropriate to be with Mei Shiyu.
He was going on this trip alone, and whatever unexpected thing happened, it would all end well. But he asked one more question: "Do you want to come with me?"
Mei Shiyu nodded and said: I want to.
Why would he want to come with me? Li Tingyun glanced sideways at Mei Shiyu, thinking to himself: You probably had a brain fart like me... I won't ask next time.
He's had a string of bad luck his whole life, one pitfall after another, and he never misses one. If Mei Shiyu goes with him, he'll ruin her life.
“Alright, let’s go back then.” Mei Shiyu said without hesitation. They hadn’t planned to come here in the first place; they only entered Xiaoxiang Pavilion by chance after hearing Wangcai’s cries for help. This place of pleasure was not a place to linger; it was time to leave.
Li Tingyun kicked Wangcai in the butt, telling him to get lost, but Wangcai barked twice, "No way!"
"What will happen to his cat if he leaves like this?" Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the Ten Kings' leisurely figure drifting over, and she turned to bark at him.
The Ten Kings gestured for him to be quiet. "I am also a dog lover, why are you so hostile towards me? Oh... I suppose it's because of your companions?"
"Don't worry, he's fine. I had someone send him away a long time ago. He's probably sleeping in under some wall outside right now. Don't believe me? Then come and search my nine-story building."
"I've heard that dogs have a very keen sense of smell, so let me see it for myself..."
Wangcai was about to do as he suggested and search the place thoroughly when Mei Shiyu stopped him, saying, "Let's go outside and look for your friend. I don't know who you're looking for, but he's definitely not in here."
Wangcai tilted its head, thinking, "This person is too naive. Can you believe what a ghost says? It's just sweet talk, trying to fool people! I have to search it up to find out if it's true or not."
"Your master is here. Do you think he would lie?" Mei Shiyu certainly didn't believe the Ten Kings' nonsense, but he was certain that no one would dare to tease his spirit pet under Li Tingyun's nose.
He had a vague sense of foreboding and knew it was best not to waste any more time here.
Wangcai thought it made sense, and with a burst of speed, it dashed out the door, with Mei Shiyu close behind. Li Tingyun glanced back and saw Xue Rendong and the Ten Kings exchange glances before following, but he didn't pursue the matter. He turned around and strode away.
"Wait!" Ten Kings called out to Li Tingyun, "Brother, you never usually visit the border market. Since you're here, why don't you sit down for a while before you leave? I'd like to show you some hospitality."
"Brother?" Xue Rendong's gaze darkened slightly. "He's got guts. This damned guy doesn't hold back with anyone."
He knew that the Ten Kings intended to use this opportunity to reveal the matter of the top-grade furnace to Li Tingyun, but he couldn't help but worry that if they tried to keep Li Tingyun like this, how could a small temple accommodate such a great Buddha?
When their palace master was in a whirlwind of temper, he actually razed the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, where that dead ghost had hidden his treasures, to the ground in an instant, which was a real pity.
"Where is this place?" Li Tingyun stopped but didn't turn around. "A brothel? A den of iniquity? I'm not interested."
Looking at Mei Shiyu, who was standing still and waiting for him, he suddenly felt like teasing her.
Li Tingyun lifted his brush and turned to the Tenth Prince, saying, "Besides, in a place like this, whether to stay or leave is not up to me alone. I have to ask my wife's opinion. You wait here, let's discuss it."
Mei Shiyu felt as if struck by lightning; his feet seemed to have taken root, and he stood there motionless, thinking: He's already married? When did that happen? Could it be that he's still hiding someone in the Taiji Hall?
Xue Rendong and the Tenth Prince were stunned, as if struck by lightning. The Tenth Prince exclaimed in shock, "What?! You're married? You have a wife? Who did you say you wanted to 'discuss' with?"
Li Tingyun spread his hands and said lightly, "I'm not married and I don't have a wife, so there's no room for discussion. Goodbye."
The moment she turned around, her gaze automatically followed Mei Shiyu. As always, her eyes were filled with him, and he was all she could see.
The next instant, everything went black.
Something fell from the sky; a dark shadow blocked Li Tingyun's view, monopolizing his vision.
The object was quite heavy, yet he caught it with one hand, and very steadily.
A strong fragrance of rouge wafts to the nose, and a string of clear, silvery bells rings to the ear.
He looked down and saw that he had not received a "thing", but a person.
A woman with seductive makeup.
Mei Shiyu witnessed the entire process.
Good guy.
He really did get a wife from the sky!
A girl, whose origins are unknown, accidentally fell down the stairs, but was caught by Li Tingyun. Her skirt fluttered, like a lotus flower swaying in the wind, and a red rope tied with a silver bell at her ankle jingled.
The moment their eyes met, an eerie atmosphere filled the air, and neither of them uttered a word.
The famous scene of "hero rescuing the damsel in distress," usually only found in folk tales, unfolded before my eyes like a drama.
The Ten Kings stretched out one hand and opened their mouths wide, but since the person in question was still silent, they couldn't say anything.
Xue Rendong couldn't bear to watch, so he turned his face away, spat out a blister, popped it, spat it out again, popped it again, and kept doing this to amuse himself.
Only Mei Shiyu couldn't help but speak, while Chuang Sui remained silent: "She...she's dead?"
No wonder he said that.
The hero saves the beauty, and Li Tingyun did save her, but his method was wrong, not only wrong, but also very bizarre.
He gripped the woman's skull with his five fingers, lifting her head like a ball, level with his shoulder.
The woman was short and small, with her feet still quite a distance from the ground, and her neck bent into a twisted arc.
It seemed too late; he had already crushed them to death.
"Cough, cough... Thank goodness."
Si Wuyou spoke up, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
As a resilient fox, she also had a nickname, "Resilient Fox." Her minor passing was nothing to worry about.