Chapter 4

Before, my impression of Wu Fang was largely dominated by the stench of decay. However, after our interaction today, I suddenly realized how shallow my previous perceptions were. One should not judge others solely by their appearance; it is essential to delve deeper to uncover beauty. Just like that city lord, despite still having a green face and sharp teeth, his kind heart is sufficient to overshadow his physical shortcomings

Mount Shizhang, the Infinite Sea, lies to the west of the Celestial City, at the edge of the tungsten-gold land. If one were to rely solely on their legs, it would take a very long time to reach. When the Lotus Master learned of her intention to practice medicine, he gifted her a golden steel ring that could connect the two poles of the Southern Yama. Stepping into the ring, one would find themselves in an endless meadow, with lush green grass swaying gently and the night breeze blowing softly. She held a bright red oiled paper umbrella, with a three-legged bird circling above her head. Upon reaching the base of an old locust tree, she stepped out, and Mount Shizhang was there.

Even if rescue efforts are made, the effectiveness is likely to be minimal; however, inaction would undoubtedly lead to his death. She supported his upper body, opened the Huagai acupoint, and directed her spiritual energy towards the blood sea on both sides. The pig demon nearby seemed unable to comprehend where this unexpected savior had come from, staring at her blankly, with tears still hanging on its face.

Time passes so quickly, month by month, year by year... In the years of living, there has been no experience of emotion, nor any experience of sorrow; life is as calm as a stagnant pool. If someone were to ask her how old she is this year, she would be unable to answer; age is something that doesn't even count as a symbol. Anyway, let it continue like this, until the day she attains enlightenment, or turns to dust.

He is not a monk

It seems that he can no longer digest this; an ordinary person, if not born in the cities of the Pure Land, would never have the opportunity to come into contact with this world

She walked over and looked him up and down, "Apart from the skin injury, is there anywhere else that feels uncomfortable?"

Under the colorful aurora, I slowly walked along the path. Just as I reached the foot of the mountain, I heard someone crying. Upon closer inspection, it was a stout pig demon. She was throwing her head back and wailing, and lying on the ground in front of her was a man, with a refined appearance and a tall stature. Unfortunately, there were no signs of life; he was likely already dead.

She walked slowly into the kitchen, where an iron hook hung from the beam, with half a basket of vegetables still dangling from it. She opened the cellar, took out the cured meat stored from the previous year, carefully cut off a piece, rolled up her sleeves, and began to prepare lunch

She sighed, shook her head, and returned to the house. The tiles in the northeast corner of the roof were not properly covered, and rain began to drip through. She took a ceramic bowl to catch the water, and when she turned back, she found the person on the couch awake, propping themselves up and looking around in confusion

Pour a glass of water and hand it over, "What is your name? Where are you from?"

Indeed, she heard the chaotic exclamations, but it did not matter; she knew that Qu Ru was very fond of that tough man. Once birds grow up, they must find a home. In the world of the seductive, there is no room for coyness; if you like someone, you should boldly express your affection. Skipping the comparisons and digging for details, if you can sleep with someone in one go, then that person is directly yours.

Over there, someone began to hum a tune in a disjointed manner, while Wufang placed the remaining blood scorpion into a small box. It had just witnessed the tragic death of its companion and seemed still unable to recover from the shock and fear, huddling in the corner and trembling. Wufang comforted it, "If you cannot transform into a human form, then you can only be used for medicine; this is unavoidable. Rest assured, I will not harm you unless absolutely necessary. If it truly comes to a dead end, I will do my best to ensure you die with dignity"

Qu Ru showed her not only the pants but also a black garment. "Yesterday, I was at the edge of the field and saw that the floral embroidery on Ah Shi's garment was very beautiful. I tried it on, but I didn't succeed. When I was taking it apart, I used a bit too much force and tore the fabric. Look at this."

Fortunately, in her aimless life, there is at least one thing she longs for. She turned her head and looked towards the distant Auspicious Mountain, its peaks hidden among the clouds and mist, towering high beyond reach; that is the place of the Lotus Master. Since the day she was rescued, she has wanted to take him as her teacher, but due to the lingering malevolent energy within her, she has always feared that she would tarnish the purity of that sacred place. Perhaps she should wait a little longer; the Lotus Master may be traveling, possibly for three to five decades. When he returns, she will go to the Yue Liang Palace to try her luck. If she encounters the Lotus Master in a good mood, perhaps he will accept her. Perhaps she should wait a little longer; the Lotus Master may be traveling, possibly for three to five decades. When he returns, she will go to the Yue Liang Palace to try her luck. If she encounters the Lotus Master in a good mood, perhaps he will accept her.

Without much effort, I obtained the Blood Scorpion, and the process was surprisingly smooth. Qu Ru praised the Lord of Senluo City, saying, "A half-corpse like this, who upholds righteousness, is truly rare"

In mid-air, Qu Ru let out a sharp cry; at times, her name resonated even more than Wufang's. Those who came seeking medical help from the enchanting spirits may not necessarily recognize the divine physician herself, but upon seeing Qu Ru, most would trust her unconditionally

Which country's territory is it? It is not easy to answer. She sat down and said: "There is no country, only sixteen cities. You are from the East, have you heard of the Southern Yama? This is the land of tungsten gold, one of the five holy lands of Yama, the place of the Lotus Master."

He shook his head, lowered his eyes to look at the bandages wrapped around his arm, took a few breaths to steady himself, and with great difficulty bowed to her, saying, "Thank you, miss, for your timely assistance. Without you, I would likely have been beaten to death by the overseer."

Wu Fang felt indifferent, as his clothes were already tattered and worn, and he would not mind this one. Seeing that the time was almost up, he turned and said: "You stay here to watch over him, I will go to Shizhang Mountain alone"

The person on the bed said: "My surname is Ye, Ye Zhenyi, a person from the East. I have been in a daze during this period, unaware of where I am... May I ask, miss, which country is this?"

The air was filled with fine water vapor, and a heavy rain arrived as scheduled. The straight rain columns shot into the grass like arrows, splashing the blue cloth shoes. She stood up, donned her raincoat, and said she was going to inspect around the pagoda. One should love their work; since she received a salary, even if it was just a meager amount, she would dedicate herself wholeheartedly.

The pig demon cried out: "Dead? He would rather die than be intimate with me!"

He indeed rubbed his forehead, his face full of confusion. Suddenly realizing that his hair had disappeared at some unknown time, he was even more at a loss for words.

Zhenyi's injuries were serious, making it inconvenient for him to sit at the table. Qu Ruxiang attended to him as if she were caring for a new mother. Wu Fang sat alone at the table eating, while listening to her take credit: "Brother Zhenyi, do you know? It was I who asked Master to bring you back..." An ancient bird, how could it have the audacity to call someone brother? Love is truly a mysterious thing.

Wu Fang waved her hand, having heard too many words of thanks; she did not save others for the sake of receiving a thank you.

The scorpion fainted, its tail went limp, and it lay down.

"Not taking advantage of others' misfortunes can be considered a mark of a gentleman. If past matters are brought up again, that would indeed be awkward." Wufang chuckled as he grasped the tail needle of the blood scorpion with his left hand and its head with his right, applying force until the creature was severed in two.

She drooped her lips and asked, "Miss Yan, how is he?"

Wu Fang has always despised women who cry and wail; when faced with problems, she believes in finding solutions, as tears are of no use. The pig demon's voice is astonishing, sharp and piercing, like a needle that directly pricks the mind. She shouted, "Stop crying," successfully silencing her. ... Then she crouched down, reaching out to sense the injured person's breath ... . ... It was too weak, as fragile as a wisp of silk.

Saving a person is truly a matter so trivial that it leaves no trace in Wu Fang's heart. With his hands behind his back, he gazes at the rain outside the eaves; the pavilion appears distant in the downpour. The rain is so heavy that he genuinely worries the long-neglected relic tower might collapse with a thunderous crash. Fortunately, Qu Ru returned after a round, saying everything is fine. Wu Fang informed her that the person has already awakened. Upon hearing this, she hurriedly ran inside, not even having time to dry her clothes soaked by the rain. That lucky fellow must have had a clear view of the scenery below. Wu Fang told her that the person has already awakened, and she, upon hearing this, rushed inside, not even having time to dry her clothes soaked by the rain. That lucky fellow must have had a clear view of the scenery below.

He was still in a deep sleep, and the master and apprentice were both feeling bored, sitting in the corridor drinking tea. The sky was visibly darkening, and layers of clouds were rising in the west. A strong wind blew through, and flocks of birds flew south, their flapping wings producing a tremendous roar. Wufang asked Qu Ru: "What day of the month is it today?"

Things from other realms often possess peculiar characteristics, such as this blood scorpion, which is truly deserving of its name. Within its small body, it seems to contain an endless supply of blood. Wufang held its tail and hung it upside down, extracting a full bowl, staining the entire stone mortar red. Qu Ru expressed his astonishment, watching as the color of the creature changed from red to white. He casually added centipedes and catechu, and with a single pestle, he crushed it into a pulp.

With the medicinal catalyst, the preparation of the plaster did not require much effort; from grinding to boiling, it was completed in half an hour

So this beautiful woman before me is the spiritual healer? ... It turns out the spiritual healer is not an old hag ... The pig demon stared blankly with eyes like copper bells, everyone loves a pretty girl, her stunning beauty further highlighted its own coarseness.

Qu laughed softly, "Having shaved his head and taken refuge in a temple, how can he not be a monk?"

Wu Fang looked at her, tears streaming down her face, and couldn't help but recall the last time with Lu Ji, feeling somewhat hesitant in his heart. Upon further examination of the patient's Yuan Palace, it was vast and indistinct, and there was not even a trace of residual soul or spirit.

Wu Fang looked at him, squinting her eyes. His cheeks were swollen, and there was a glaring light beneath, combined with a look of astonishment, it was truly a sight to behold. She pointed at his head, "There is a large gash on the top of your head, it would be difficult to bandage it without shaving your hair. I know that you people from the Middle Earth value the integrity of your body and hair as a gift from your parents, but in a life-and-death situation like this, I believe your parents would not object."

As if moving a finger, the days passed one by one, and with a final slap of the thigh, "It is time to go to Shizhang Mountain, today is the first day of the month"

That won't do. Qu Ru threw down the needle and thread in her hand and chased after her, only to find that she had already set up the formation, enveloping the Relic Tower.

Without hesitation, she quickly lifted the blanket and rolled up his pant leg. The medicated plaster was heated over the fire, and once the ointment softened, it was firmly pressed onto the lifeless flesh with a "pop" sound

A thick layer of ointment had dripped onto the oil paper, and Qu Ru entered while holding a tray. The person on the couch had not yet awakened; their features were swollen and showed little improvement, only slightly better than the night before. She walked over and took a glance, "Master, how long will he sleep?"

No matter how hard one tries, it only results in this person letting out a long moan, glancing with open eyes, and then collapsing to breathe their last

Qu blocked her, saying, "I will go instead; Master will take care of the little monk."

You are right, after all, she was picked up from a pile of slaves, and only by shedding her status as a slave can she walk out openly and aboveboard. Wu Fang stood with her hands in her pockets, watching her rush into the rain with a whoosh. Qu Ruxi loved the rain; it was the happiest time for her. She stomped her feet hard into the mud, splashing up a water column taller than herself, soaking her head and face, and then danced with joy, unable to contain her delight.

He listened attentively, nodding blankly, and without further ado, urged him to rest more, then walked out of the room himself

She leaned over, "Sewing pants?"

After finishing lunch, she took a nap and slept until evening. When she got up before nightfall to take a look, it was still raining, and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon. She entered the room to check on Zhenyi, who was leaning against the head of the bed with his clothes on, not knowing whether his eyes were closed or open; in any case, he hadn't made a sound for quite a while, so he must have been asleep.

The pig demon felt quite aggrieved, her lover was half-dead, and she herself was deeply affected, truly a case of misfortunes never come singly. The red umbrella propped aside was blown by the wind, rolling two steps away, even someone else's umbrella was so rich in poetic imagery

As if breaking new ground, the stitching on the unknown gray-brown fabric is as thick as a carrying pole.