The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#781 - Level 8 proficiency in Amu language

"What? Got tricked?" Wen Xiaoqian leaned in, curious.

"I was tricked by that guy Honglian. I only wanted to find the true meaning of the One Hundred and Eight Demonic Staff Strikes," Lu Jing said with a wry smile. "Now it's all over, I've thrown myself in too. The Jianghu... is truly too treacherous."

Lu Jing sighed.

Internal energy manuals were his number one nemesis. His '82 vintage Little Vajra Strength was probably not going to last.

Xuanji, who was beside him, misunderstood, "That guy might just be bluffing us. He might not have the entire Buddhist sect behind him."

"There's no mistake," Lu Jing said, "That guy is bald. I could tell the moment he walked in. Although he wore a turban to hide his identity, it only made it more obvious."

"Tsk tsk, they can even scrape together ten million taels of silver. These monks of the Buddhist sect are really rich," Lu Jing said, and then added, "Alas, why do they all like to speak in riddles? If they were more generous and directly said that the box contained the 'Martial Scripture,' wouldn't I have sold it to him?"

"Perhaps he's worried that the news of the Buddhist sect obtaining the 'Martial Scripture' would spread," Xia Huai said, "After all, the other sects... probably wouldn't sit idly by and watch the Buddhist sect monopolize the 'Martial Scripture.' Every time a miraculous skill is born, it will cause a bloody storm in the Jianghu. Moreover, this time it's the 'Martial Scripture,' the number one martial arts scripture in the world."

"Ah, in that case, those monks probably won't let it go so easily, right?" Wen Xiaoqian said, "They might already be lying in ambush outside the money house. I don't know how many people have come. What should we do? Should we call for people from the academy?"

"No need, I'm enough. I'm in a bad mood right now anyway, so I'll just treat it as a warm-up exercise."

Lu Jing forced himself to sound energetic.

"You can go fight with peace of mind. I will help you protect Xiaoqian and Miss Xuanji," Xia Huai said.

"Then I'll cheer you on," Wen Xiaoqian also said with a grin.

Of the four, Xuanji was probably the only one who was truly nervous.

After all, their opponents this time were the entire Buddhist sect. Xuankong Temple alone had more than a dozen first-rate experts, and there was more than just Xuankong Temple in this world.

But Lu Jing was just one person, with a pair of fists. Xuanji was still quite worried.

However, Lu Jing had already stood up from his chair again, put the kasaya and the letter back into the iron box, and stuffed the iron box into his sleeve.

"Let's go."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out of the house.

At the moment he stepped out of the door, Lu Jing was actually prepared to be ambushed, but nothing happened.

It wasn't until the four of them walked out of the money house that they saw the monk who had previously pretended to be a wealthy young master wearing a turban on the street.

The monk also saw Lu Jing and the others, but he didn't say hello. There was no expression on his face, as if he didn't recognize them.

It wasn't until Lu Jing and the others got into the carriage that he also jumped on his horse and followed the carriage not too closely, not too far away.

Lu Jing put down the car curtain, "These Buddhist guys are always so slow and hesitant. They have so many concerns about robbing someone. They have to wait until we leave the city before they dare to make a move."

After saying that, Lu Jing grabbed the black cat from Xuanji's lap and said to it, "Go, find Amu."

The black cat was enjoying being scratched by Xuanji and didn't want to pay attention to certain people at all.

As a result, Lu Jing threw it directly out of the car window the next moment.

The black cat was furious. Because it happened so suddenly, it landed face first.

It wanted to rush back and have a big fight with Lu Jing on the spot, but when it thought of the flying sword on the other side, and now there was more than one, the black cat calmed down again and reluctantly scurried onto the roof to find Amu.

Before Lu Jing entered the money house, he was worried that Amu would be bored, so he let the latter go out to have some fun on his own.

Now that they were leaving, he definitely had to bring the child with him. In addition, there was something in the letter left by Grandmaster Honglian that Lu Jing was very concerned about.

According to Grandmaster Honglian himself, this kasaya was given to him by a small wooden man.

Grandmaster Honglian suspected that the little wooden man was the Wooden Venerable who had always been by the Buddha's side when he preached, but unfortunately, there was only the name of the Wooden Venerable in the Buddhist scriptures, and no illustrations, so later generations did not know what the Wooden Venerable looked like.

Before long, the black cat brought Amu to the carriage, and then lay back in Xuanji's arms.

Lu Jing called Amu in front of him and looked at it up and down, front and back, and then asked, "Have you met Grandmaster Honglian?"

Amu nodded.

Lu Jing gasped, good fellow. A hidden big shot was actually by his side. He had been with Amu for more than three years, and he never thought that this guy had such a close relationship with Grandmaster Honglian.

It was hiding it too deeply.

No, it seemed that he had never asked at all.

However, Lu Jing had always regarded Amu as a daughter, and subconsciously thought that the little wooden man stake should still be very young, and Grandmaster Honglian had died very early, so Lu Jing did not associate the two together.

"After you met Grandmaster Honglian, did you also give him a kasaya?" Lu Jing continued to ask.

Amu nodded again.

"Because... he's bald? And he's very nice to you?"

Lu Jing was proficient in level eight Amu language. After the little wooden man waved his hands, he actually understood most of what it meant.

Amu continued to nod.

Lu Jing took a deep breath. Next, it was going to be the heavyweight, "Are you... the Wooden Venerable?"

Amu stood still in place, seemingly not understanding what the Wooden Venerable meant at all.

"Then have you met the Buddha?"

Amu finally understood this time and shook its head.

Lu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, alright, at least he wouldn't have to call it senior in the future, otherwise wouldn't he be carrying an old grandpa with him?

Although Amu had met Grandmaster Honglian, in reality, it was much older than him.

But Lu Jing could still pretend not to remember.

He touched the little wooden man stake's head and sighed, "Where did you come from?"

Just as he was speaking, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Then the coachman who was driving in front jumped off the car board. He didn't even want the car anymore and ran away in a stumbling manner.

Lu Jing knew that the main show was about to begin.

He lifted the car window and saw six riders standing in front of the carriage.

At this time, the carriage had already arrived outside the city. Although it was still on the main road, because the small county town behind him was not very famous, there were not many merchants and travelers coming and going. There was no one on the road, which was quite suitable for making a move.

Then Lu Jing looked back and saw five other riders, including the man who had previously pretended to be a wealthy young master.

Added together, there were eleven people, just enough to form a soccer team.

It feels... a bit few.

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