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Chapter 38 I wish you become an immortal

"What a pharmacist, you want to be lazy, but you still say it so high-sounding!"

Meng San wanted to raise his fist angrily, but he was unable to do so, so he could only make a fierce expression on his face.

Ji Wuchan pursed his lower lip, "I've already brought Mengsan's medicine. It's getting late, so you should go back to class. Let me give it to him today."

"Feng Heyue, do you dare to leave and give it a try!"

"She's gone." Ji Wuchan snapped his fingers, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. The bed under Meng San also became softer and wider, and it seemed like he had changed rooms in the blink of an eye.

"Change the day." Meng San became alert, "It's not that they left, but that we moved the place. How did you do it?"

"Want to learn?" Ji Wuchan took out a complete medicine box from Xumi mustard and looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Let's heal the injury before we start working on it."

Ji Daxiu kept true to his word, saying that he was applying medicine to Meng San, and he actually did it himself. However, the process of applying the medicine was as leisurely as boiling meat. Meng San did not want to make a fool of himself in front of him, so he could only endure the pain and hold back.

One of his faces turned red.

"You..." Ji Wuchan saw her expression, stopped moving, and hesitated, "Shy?"

"...They are all men, I'm so embarrassed of you!"

Ji Wuchan asked and answered himself, "The reaction was so violent and he only allowed me to change the medicine on my arms and calves. It seems he is shy."

Meng San took a deep breath and wanted to yell, "Take off my pants and put them on, see if I'm shy or not," but she couldn't say it out loud.

Can't take it off.

Not only can't you take off your pants, but you can't take off your clothes either.

The body she possessed was not a male, and there was nothing like that underneath. Fortunately, her chest was always flat, so there was no need to corset it.

Ji Wuchan put away the medicine box and blew out the oil lamp on the table. The room immediately became dark, and a moment later it was filled with moonlight, making it as bright as day.

Only then did Meng San realize that it was getting very late.

Ji Wuchan stood in the moonlight, his blue and white school uniform making his face as white as jade and his eyes as bright as paint.

"Have a good rest tonight and I will bring you your homework tomorrow."

"...I don't want schoolwork."

"I'm only responsible for bringing it back, you don't have to do it."

After saying this, Ji Wuchan turned around and left, never giving Meng San a chance to speak again.

Meng San curled her lips and yawned. She really didn't have the energy to think too much, so she closed her eyes and snored.

I had a dream that night, and all in the dream was Ji Wuchan's dog-like face, holding a whip and sneering at himself.

Meng San was entangled in the dryad vines and could not move, but the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water and provoked, "Ji Wuchan, since you are practicing Buddhism, you should shave your head. Why don't you shave it? Are you afraid that it will become a problem if you shave it?

The little ladies in the courtyard don’t like bald donkeys?”

Ji Wuchan said nothing, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he suddenly raised his hand.

The taste of being whipped was so unbearable that in my dream Meng San lost his temper and shouted "Wow".

This cry went straight to Mengwai. Mengsan opened his eyes suddenly and faced Ji Wuchan's eyes as dark as abyss. Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, and he couldn't help but howl out.

"Get out of here, you bald donkey!"

"..."

Ji Wuchan plowed a large field in his own world.

Farming is hard work, and monks don't like it.

Ji Wuchan not only loves flowers, but also likes farming.

Everything is grown in the fields, the most common ones being corn and wheat.

The grown wheat is harvested and goes through complex processes such as drying, sifting, and grinding, and finally produces flour, which is then used to make a large amount of pasta.

Meng San took a bite of the buns made by Ji Wuchan and spat it out, "Who are you trying to harm?"

Ji Wuchan produced a large amount of grain every year, but he never ate it himself. Instead, he pretended to be an ordinary man and went to the mountains to give alms to some poor people.

A few years ago, there was a flood in the city outside Xuwu Mountain. A large number of refugees lost all their wealth and became homeless. Because of the miserable life, they took their families and threw themselves into the river. Countless people exchanged their children for food.

Ji Wuchan wore a cassock and went to give alms, and the refugees swarmed him. Some people looked at his thin skin and tender meat, and they seemed to be extremely weak. They picked up stones and wanted to knock him out and monopolize the food.

Ji Wuchan did not fight back. When he came back, he had no food and a big hit on his forehead. He became the laughing stock of the people in Xuwu Mountain for a while.

"The beggar who stoned you must have thought your food tasted too bad."

Meng San brought up old things again, and he reacted quickly and dealt with it as usual.

"It's you who is picky. That person wants to get more food."

Meng San raised her eyebrows, "You know?"

Ji Wuchan took a bite of the bun in his hand and looked like Meng San was an idiot for asking this question.

Meng San chuckled, "A dignified monk from Xuwu Mountain was beaten to the pulp by a mortal. It's really embarrassing!"

Ji Wuchan puffed out his cheeks and chewed the buns happily.

Meng San frowned, "Why don't you fight back?"

Ji Wuchan swallowed the bun and said, "You also know that you deserve a spanking?"

Meng San was startled and rolled his eyes to the sky, "I mean that mortal! Why didn't you fight back when you were beaten?"

Ji Wuchan looked innocent: "I was just a monk at that time, how could I fight back?"

"..." Meng San suspected that he was going to piss her off to death.

"Are you going to give alms again in the future?"

"Are you going to help me with the food in this field?"

"...You still want to fight, right? Do you think those mortals will be grateful to you? I guarantee that you will meet that kind of person nine times out of ten times you go."

Ji Wuchan, who was smiling at first, suddenly became serious.

"The matter of giving alms is my own business. It has nothing to do with whether others are grateful or not, and whether they beat me or not. I will not change my decision easily."

"Old fashioned."

Speechless for a moment.

This was the first time in the two days that Mengsan had been with him that he felt that the person in front of him was a monk who would one day go to heaven and become a Buddha, with his mouth full of Amitabha, to save all sentient beings.

And the body he possesses will go to the underworld, full of life and death, and the karma of hell.

Sure enough, those who practice Buddhism are hypocritical and naive.

Meng San looked down upon him, "Do you know why there are so few Buddhists among you?"

Ji Wuchan turned to look at him, neither asking nor answering.

Meng San was most annoyed by his pretentious expression, and couldn't help but say, "It's because of your talk of benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom, and compassion. Who in the world of cultivation has not stepped on other people's corpses and plundered other people's resources?

There are only a few people who can rise to the top by being kind to others, and that guy from the Medicine Master said that you would be able to prosper in the future, but if you ask me, you have simply taken a dead end!"

"There is no perfect path." Ji Wuchan responded quickly this time.

Meng San smiled, but the smile was full of sarcasm, "Then I wish you become an immortal and ascend to heaven as soon as possible."

Seeing Meng San's sudden loss of interest, Ji Wuchan put away the buns, turned around and walked out of the field.

Meng San's spirit was immediately shaken, "Didn't you... just take one bite of the bun and let me go?"

At this time, she had been placed in a cross shape and stood in the middle of the wheat field exposed to the sun for two hours. One or two birds that flew to steal food were frightened and flew away "chirping".

"Exposure to more sunshine will help your injury recover. This is for your own good." Ji Wuchan walked away slowly.

Meng San sighed angrily.

Damn it, isn’t he just like a scarecrow now?

Damn bald donkey, this is Chi Guoguo’s revenge!


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