Chancellor Ba Shan walked out with a grey mink fur cloak and held a wine gourd that was half the height of a human in his hand. He raised his head and drank a few mouthfuls of wine before burping. He then threw the wine gourd back to the green bull and said, "Who dares to steal my vegetable field? You sure have guts. "
That green bull drank a few mouthfuls from the wine gourd and burped, spitting out the smell of grass and wine, "I don't know. It's just a rash and silly brat who brought along a fox. "
Chancellor Ba Shan seemed to be in deep thought and said, "So it's that brat from Great Ruins who even dares to provoke my little cow and steal my vegetables. How arrogant. I know, you stay here and look after the vegetable field in case it gets stolen again. "
Qin Mu returned to the front of the mountain and touched the bruises on his face with a gloomy expression, "I can't beat this bull but I can drug it to knock it out. Grandpa Apothecary had said that if I can't beat it, I can use poison. As long as I bind its hooves, it won't be able to resist … Patriarch, why are you here? "
In front of Qin Mu was a grass hut with two to three houses. It was very simple and this grass hut was beside the mountain and the river, making it very elegant and quiet. He saw the young patriarch washing the dishes in the courtyard and should have just finished his meal. Beside him was an old man with white hair who was using a loofah to scrub the pot.
Qin Mu had seen this old man before and he was the Elder of Discipline of Heavenly Devil Cult.
Even though the young patriarch was the grand chancellor of Imperial College and had a high position, he didn't have any servants or maids to serve him. There was only Elder of Discipline beside him.
The young patriarch and Elder of Discipline also saw him and Hu Ling'er but they didn't get up and continued to busy themselves. Elder of Discipline smiled, "Patriarch originally lived here, has Young Cult Master never come here before?"
Qin Mu shook his head and bowed outside to greet before walking in.
Elder of Discipline greeted Qin Mu and Qin Mu immediately returned the greeting. He walked forward to help the young patriarch wash the dishes and smiled, "As the grand chancellor, why is Patriarch so poor?"
The young patriarch took a towel to wipe his hands and said, "I'm used to being idle and can't stay in a tall and splendid palace. The Law Enforcing Patriarch doesn't live here either. It's just that I asked him to come here when I'm old. He has to suffer with me. "
Qin Mu looked at Patriarch of Law Enforcement. Patriarch of Law Enforcement smiled and said, "I also want to have a few more days of peace. This place is just right."
The young patriarch smiled, "Young Cult Master, after you ascend to the throne, I'll still need to borrow Elder of Discipline for a few years to let him follow me around. When I die, he can help me collect my corpse. Our Saint Sect doesn't keep corpses. When a person dies, it's like an extinguished lamp, leaving only ashes. At that time, the Law Enforcement Elder will bring my ashes here. "
Qin Mu was silent. His heart ached.
A hero past his prime.
Even if they were as strong as Village Chief and the young patriarch, they still couldn't avoid death from old age. In the end, their hot-bloodedness and heroic spirit would be worn away by time, turning into skeletons in the yellow soil.
The young patriarch looked at him and said, "An old monk and a young monk came down the mountain."
Qin Mu nodded her head and used Vermillion Bird Vital Qi to dry the water vapor on her hands after washing the bowls. Elder of Discipline hung up the wok and moved a tea table over, planning to brew tea. Hu Ling'er ran over to help.
"I know. I heard the monk at the foot of the mountain was from Great Thunderclap Monastery so I went to take a look. I know the old monk, I've seen him before in Great Ruins. I heard Old Ma said he was his senior brother and his name was Jing Ming or something. "
Qin Mu gave it some thought and wasn't sure if it was this name and said, "I've never seen the young monk before. He seems to be the Son of Buddha from Great Thunderclap Monastery."
Hu Ling'er poured tea for them with difficulty. However, she was short and wasn't even as tall as the tea table. Elder of Discipline immediately took over the teapot and placed it on the tea table. He carried the little fox and placed her on a rattan chair at the side and smiled, "Let me do it."
The young patriarch still stared at him and said, "They're blocking the mountain gate of our Imperial College."
Qin Mu said, "They've been blocking for half a day. I ran over to take a look. This Son of Buddha's abilities are indeed powerful. Rulai's Mahayana Sutra, Victorious Fighting Skills, Vajra Indestructible Body, Rulai's Relic Pagoda, Mahayana Mudra of Destruction, Eighteen Arhats Mudra. Patriarch, do I have some misunderstanding about our Imperial College? "
The young patriarch was bewildered, "What misunderstanding?"
"Aren't we very weak?"
Qin Mu was puzzled, "Why do we get beaten up by people blocking the gate every day? I've just entered the academy and I've already been thrashed twice. If it was in our Great Ruins, we would have long gotten rid of them. "
The young patriarch said angrily, "I'm not talking about this. I'm talking about Son of Buddha Fo Xin. Why didn't you go and instead went to the back of the mountain? "
Qin Mu smiled, "Why didn't I go? I went and came back from the mountain gate before going to the back of the mountain. The mountain gate is very lively. "
The young patriarch was furious and Elder of Discipline immediately served tea. Patriarch drank all the tea in the cup and was about to flare up when Elder of Discipline immediately poured another cup.
The young patriarch suppressed his anger and said, "The other scholars of Imperial College have all gone up to fight Son of Buddha, why didn't you go up?"
"Patriarch, I've beaten Daozi not long ago and I was even injured."
Qin Mu complained of being wronged, "There's even a hole in my hand, look … Eh, where's the scar? Anyway, I'm injured, a very serious internal injury. I've fought once so Son of Buddha can fight whoever wants to, I want to recuperate. Look, my face is still swollen. Your young cult master was beaten up by a bull and you didn't even help me so why should I help Imperial College? "
Elder of Discipline coughed and reminded him, "Patriarch's tea has turned cold."
"It won't turn cold so quickly!"
The young patriarch smacked the table and sneered, "What do you want? Do you want me to invite the National Division over to impart their knowledge? I've already invited them once so where will my old face be if I invite them again? Who else can I invite? The emperor? "
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