The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#702 - Mother-in-law, Cook and Monk

After a few words, the monk stayed where he was, chanting scriptures, while Lu Jing set off again.

This time, he had only walked less than half a mile when he encountered another incident.

It was an elderly woman, looking to be in her sixties or seventies, with wrinkles on her face so deep they seemed to be embedded in her skin. She was only wearing a thin coat, sitting under a jujube tree, sighing.

Lu Jing stopped, seeing this, and politely asked, "Old woman, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Good child, my old man is sick. I just went up the mountain to gather herbs and was planning to head back when I twisted my ankle. Could you please help me take these herbs back to my old man?"

The old woman looked hopeful.

Even the most stone-hearted person would likely be unable to refuse her humble request upon seeing the look in her eyes.

Lu Jing was no exception. Not only that, but he also said to the old woman, "How can I just take the herbs back? I'll carry you back as well."

The old woman's eyes almost filled with tears upon hearing this.

She didn't know what to say, only repeating, "Good child, good child…"

Just as Lu Jing was about to squat down, another voice rang out.

"Boy, haven't you heard of Granny Mule's bad reputation? It's easy to let her sit on your back, but it'll be hard to get her off. From that moment on, you'll be her mule, and she'll ride you around until she finds a better mule."

Granny Mule's face immediately fell upon hearing this. She snorted and said, "Chef Sun, you still have the nerve to talk about this old woman? At least the people who obediently become my mules get to live. But those who eat your buns, don't they all end up being wrapped inside them?"

As Granny Mule's voice faded, a chubby chef carrying a pole with baskets jumped out from behind a large rock, warmly greeting Lu Jing.

"Young brother, don't listen to that crazy woman's nonsense. My buns are made with genuine mutton, you can taste it right away. You can try one if you don't believe me."

As he spoke, he lifted the cotton cloth covering one of the baskets on the pole, revealing the large buns underneath, which indeed smelled fragrant.

"If I were you, I wouldn't eat his buns," Granny Mule sighed.

"If I were you, I'd quickly eat this big bun, otherwise, you won't be able to eat it once you become a mule," Chef Sun also sighed.

Just then, the monk who had helped Lu Jing deal with the follower behind him arrived.

It seemed he had finished saving the corpse, and from his previous actions, he seemed to have a strong sense of justice.

Sure enough, he immediately glared and shouted upon seeing Granny Mule and Chef Sun, "Benefactor, this place is dangerous, please leave quickly. This poor monk will hold back these two fiends for you!"

"Oh dear, it's the living Buddha. Not good, this old woman will take her leave first."

Upon seeing the monk, Granny Mule didn't look for a mule anymore. She actually stood up nimbly from the ground, as agile as could be, showing no sign of a twisted ankle. Chef Sun's expression also changed slightly.

But when he looked up at the sky, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Run? The sun is about to set."

Granny Mule was reminded by his words and also looked up, indeed no longer seeing the round red sun overhead. So, she stopped.

"Amitabha…" The living Buddha once again pressed his palms together. As the remaining light in the sky faded, his face became dim and unclear.

When the last ray of light disappeared from the world, the solemn appearance on his face also vanished, replaced by a sinister smile.

He took a step towards Lu Jing, "Benefactor, this poor monk advised you, didn't he? I told you to return to the city before dark. Why are there always so many people in this world who don't listen to advice?"

Lu Jing looked at the living Buddha's face, which was changing like a Sichuan opera mask, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he asked curiously.

"What's going on with you? Multiple personalities? Or some other mental illness? Does the sun make you sick as soon as it sets?"

The living Buddha was a little surprised that Lu Jing didn't run, "Are you not afraid of death, or are you really stupid?"

But before Lu Jing could answer, he added, "Forget it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, you're doomed to die tonight. But you don't need to be too sad, this poor monk saved your life before, so it's even."

After the living Buddha finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, seemingly intending to break Lu Jing's neck as well.

Just like he had broken the neck of the person in the shadows before.

Lu Jing's performance was as if he were really frightened, just standing there motionless.

But no one expected that just as the living Buddha's fingers were about to touch Lu Jing's skin, his pupils suddenly shrank violently, but he quickly retracted his hand, then turned around and fled into the darkness behind him without saying a word.

He ran very fast, even faster than when he came, only regretting that his parents hadn't given him two more legs.

Granny Mule and Chef Sun were somewhat stunned by this scene, first stunned, then looking in the direction the living Buddha had looked at before.

This look was not good, the expressions of the two people also changed greatly!

Chef Sun didn't even want his load of buns, and did several backflips in a row, chasing after the living Buddha, while Granny Mule, although old, moved even faster than Chef Sun.

First, he bowed to that person, and then prepared to slip away.

But just after taking half a step, his eyes blurred, and a figure had already blocked her path.

It was a young man. Lu Jing estimated that the other party might be one or two years younger than him. He was fair-skinned and handsome, looking like a scholar at first glance.

He reached out and blocked Granny Mule's path, saying softly, "Granny, don't rush to leave."

Granny Mule was terrified and said in a trembling voice, "Young… Young Master Ruan, what instructions do you have?"

"But you, Granny, are obviously not one of them, because after riding my Myriad Demons Palace's servant, you still knew a little bit of fear and killed him to silence him."

Granny Mule was really frightened this time, and her whole breathing became disordered. Seeing this, the young man surnamed Ruan put one hand on her shoulder.

It seemed as if he wanted to comfort her, but in the next moment, Granny Mule only felt that the internal force in her dantian was like a hole had been opened, uncontrollably surging towards her left shoulder.

Pouring out rapidly.