bullyxtreme Chapter 445 Norio (38)
Chapter 445 Norio (38)
Without the money the original owner had used to explore and pawn, Zhang Xiucai did not live well in this life.
When he died in prison, both his hands were already festering and rotting, and they smelled terrible.
Zhang's mother was sold to a pharmacy by Zhang Xiucai several months ago to pay off debts. Now, at her advanced age, she still works as a pharmacist, cleaning the premises to pay off the debts.
At forty or fifty, they were at the prime of their lives, eagerly anticipating their reunion with Scholar Zhang.
The master's whip fell on her again, followed by a stern female voice, "Hurry up and get to work. No slacking off, or I'll give you food."
The old doctor was kind, but his wife was shrewish; she would find any money owed to the clinic no matter what.
Zhang's mother flinched and quickened her pace, all the while hoping that Zhang Xiucai would pass the imperial examination and redeem her.
She's already so old; it's time for her to enjoy her retirement.
The death of Zhang Xiucai didn't cause much of a stir for Xiong Bufan; she now longed to go out and see the beautiful landscapes of the world.
But no one says robberies have to happen at night, and Xiong Bufan felt he had an epiphany.
Kongkong: "Bufan, are you going to the palace now?"
"No, I'm just thinking about it. I have other things to do during the day."
"Ok."
Kongkong was genuinely afraid that Xiong Bufan might have a moment of despair and go to the palace, in which case he would really be besieged by all the civil and military officials.
Retaliating could cost lives, but remaining inactive would leave one feeling wronged. No matter how you look at it, it's not a good daytime trip to the palace.
Since Xiong Bufan was confined to his quarters, Fahe, an old man with a shady personality, has been acting strangely all day long. Now he's wearing a suit of armor and has a small wooden bucket on his head, swaying around in front of Xiong Bufan.
Qingyu and Qingmu followed furtively behind, both wearing wooden tubs.
Xiong Bufan was now certain that the three were master and apprentice, because they all shared the same nerve.
It's not really Fahe's fault for acting this way; Xiong Bufan had been wandering around the Imperial Preceptor's residence ever since he was placed under house arrest.
Before, they could live a more carefree life, but after being confined, Xiong Bufan seemed to treat them as playmates, the kind who would beat and scold them at will.
I can't beat them in a fight, and I get beaten up if I even speak up.
Xiong Bufan occasionally spouts a few twisted ideas that are very harmful to one's Daoist heart.
Leaving the Imperial Preceptor's residence was impossible, and they still had to try to avoid being beaten up, so Fa and that genius came up with the idea of being fully armed.
Seeing that Xiong Bufan wasn't in the courtyard, Fahe continued to sneak forward, circled around, and returned to the training ground to cultivate.
Qingyu and Qingmu only looked at the front, not the back.
Xiong Bufan was actually right behind them, wanting to see what they were going to do.
If they dare to steal money or food, Xiong Bufan will not let them get away with it.
After taking a stroll around the area where Xiong Bufan often stayed, Fahe breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Safe, retreat."
"It's Master."
Fahe began to lead his two disciples to the training ground, which was located in the back mountain of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. The scenery was beautiful and the spiritual energy was abundant, making it an excellent place for cultivation.
Many junior disciples were cultivating here, so they naturally noticed a group of people.
I thought the four of them were just having fun, so I didn't go up to stop them or explain.
Xiong Bufan looked around and was surprised to find that Fahe had hidden such a good place, which was perfect for her to play in.
Fahe arrived at his private training ground, preparing to remove his armor to practice, when he turned around and saw Xiong Bufan.
Xiong Bufan pulled Fahe's head over and said, "Old Yin-Yang Master, you've been hiding your true colors quite well."
"You've been hiding this great place from me."
I used a bit too much force, and several strands of Fahe's hair were pulled out, and his scalp started to bleed.
Fa He patted Xiong Bufan's hand and said, "Xiong Bufan, let go."
The equipment on Aoki and Aoyu came in handy at this moment, and they charged towards Xiong Bufan with their barrel-like bodies.
As a result, Xiong Bufan kicked him to the ground, and he rolled a long way away.
Xiong Bufan: "This place belongs to me, so hurry up and pay me the usage fee."
This is not a god, this is a bandit.
Fahe kept groping his body and finally found a small piece of silver, about the size of a fingertip, at his waist, which he handed over.
He had planned to go out and buy yellow paper later, but Xiong Bufan snatched it away.
Xiong Bufan looked at the small piece of silver with disdain, but still let go of Fahe. "What a waste of a thing. After being the national advisor for so many years, he's still so poor."
Fahe covered his scalp, retorting in his heart, "Being the national advisor isn't like being a corrupt official. Where would you find so many opportunities to amass wealth? I'm not Xiong Bufan."
Qingyu and Qingmu crashed into the pillar with a thud before stopping. After receiving the silver, Xiong Bufan didn't stay with the three of them anymore and went off to join in the fun.
Unexpectedly, there was a hidden world behind the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, with excitement to be seen everywhere.
Xiong Bufan has now found a new place to play, and the palace seems to be getting further and further away from her.
Fahe helped up his two good-for-nothing disciples and then went to find a place to cultivate.
He wanted to become an immortal, so much so that he was going crazy.
Xiong Bufan began to encourage the young monk and the young Taoist to fight, saying it was a friendly exchange.
Two different schools of thought taught by the same master—I wonder if they'd be evenly matched if they fought.
Xiong Bufan truly lives up to his name; he can find excitement wherever he goes, and even create excitement where none exists.
The young Taoist priest had been disliking the monks for a long time. They kept saying that eating vegetarian food was good, even though their master ate a balanced diet of meat and vegetables. These monks were just making trouble.
The young monk also disliked the young Taoist priest, who had no compassion whatsoever. He would beat them with his stick if they offended him in any way, showing no mercy whatsoever.
The battle between the two sides was about to break out, and Xiong Bufan squatted on the roof to watch the excitement.
Just as the two sides were about to fight, Fahe rushed out and stopped the farce.
Xiong Bufan pried another tile off the roof and smashed it in front of Fahe. This old shaman had never had enough of being beaten, and now he was bothering her to watch the show.
Where there are people, there will be conflict, and Taoism and Buddhism are no exception.
Xiong Bufan did this to help them train and become better versions of themselves.
Fahe glared and scolded, "Aren't you going to do your homework? Have you finished reading the scriptures?"
Have you learned how to draw talismans?
"No."
"Then hurry up and go, stop loitering around here."
Xiong Bufan's attention was drawn to Fa He's reprimand. Like all teachers, he shouldn't have interrupted her watching the commotion.
Xiong Bufan kept taking down roof tiles and slapping them at Fahe. The shards grazed Fahe's legs and left marks even through his clothes.
Fahe: "Xiong Bufan, get down."
I'll give you silver.
"Throw it up first."
Fahe took out a small piece of silver from his leg bindings and tossed it to Xiong Bufan, saying, "Here you go."
"Go back and rest. I will speak to His Majesty about the confinement."
Better to die than to die, my friend. It's better to buy food on the street than to cause trouble all over the mansion.
"Thank you, Lao Tzu."
Xiong Bufan was reasonable enough, and Fa He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're welcome. Go back and rest."
"Row."