29. The Clay Bodhisattva Questions the Living Buddha

A violent downpour washed away the sins, and the bloody mist hanging over the city was swept clean, reminding Lu Xun of his childhood when he lived in a brick-and-tile house. The floor was paved with red bricks, and their gaps easily collected loess.

At noon every day, sunlight slanted through the doorway, illuminating the rolling dust motes like pillars of light, making the dust within the bricks almost seem to fly. At times like this, his grandmother would always sprinkle some water, instantly settling the dust and making the floor much easier to sweep.

A fine, lingering drizzle fell.

If he were still in his human form, he would undoubtedly have felt refreshed first, and then...

If the person who had come earlier wasn't him, but someone of a slightly lower cultivation realm, Boss Chu would have had the confidence to play along a bit more. Unfortunately, facing the mortal determination of the "Heaven-Bestowed Patriarch," he had no choice and could only decisively detonate his projection.

My fingers were clenched so tightly they went numb. Staring at my reddened fingertips, I wondered blankly why these pampered young masters, who never had to worry about food or clothing, always had so much endless drama.

If she hid her ID card, household registration booklet, and passport away completely, could she still possibly escape from the palm of his hand?

She tumbled backward onto the floor, her head striking the corner of the table, and blood immediately began to trickle down her forehead.

It was both a question and a certainty; only when he had truly recovered his consciousness would he speak to me in such a tone.

Whenever his father glanced at any other maid in the manor, Aunt Bai would throw a tantrum, forcing his father to coax her endlessly.

Jia Ren glared viciously at the plaque of the Lu family and spat, "Youhounding dogs relying on their master's power!" "I definitely didn't see wrong," Jia Ren said with certainty.

Initially, Yu Yiale was somewhat surprised that her mother knew about this matter, but under the weight of maternal love, it didn't seem all that abrupt.

Qin Shoucheng's home was a very ordinary old house, but fortunately, he had purchased both the upper and lower floors, converting them into a duplex. Thus, there was plenty of room for our family of four to stay.

Among these two options, only the technological-esper category was lit up, while the other was greyed out and unclickable.

After all, no one could have anticipated that fate would be so fond of playing jokes, and that Nuannuan would one day become entangled with Lin Wanrou's son.

This betrothal had been settled by her grandfather back when she was just a few days old.

"Wanrou, I plan to return to the countryside with your dad," Li Sumei said very calmly. This was a decision she had arrived at only after pondering for a long time.

The wave of air surged forward like an ocean tide. This time, everyone did not feel immense pressure; instead, they had only one sensation—chillness.

Then, as if recalling something, her gaze sharpened, her brows furrowed tightly, and she once again swept her eyes over the locations of the two cocoon-like lights, calculating in her mind.

Li Buyi wisely shut his mouth, though in his heart he was lamenting: Can't I even show a little concern? Truly, it's like a dog biting Lu Dongbin—unable to tell a good heart from a bad one.

At Mu'er's full-month banquet, Jin Yuanbao also came. This time, he brought a generous gift. When the red envelope was opened, it contained a thick stack of silver banknotes, totaling as many as fifty thousand taels.

Yan Beijue ignored Xia Lihan's teasing, his gaze falling upon the most magnificent and spacious carriage behind him, and walked over.

From the very first day he appeared, he had always been fearful. But now, possessing the strength of the Ascension realm, along with fragments of Heavenly Palace divine artifacts and the blessings of the gods, his immense skills made him daring—how could he possibly fear this ghost fire any longer?

Wang Qinglang's gaze first fell on Ye Lancao's face with a smile, and then immediately shifted to Yan Beijue, who had been left out in the cold not far away.

Sitting off to the side, Wei Qilang looked at Dong Ru's delicate profile with a faint smile, his eyes filled with doting affection. Mindful that the two elders were present, he found it improper to go over and embrace her, so he could only secretly pinch her hand.

The influence of Traditional Chinese Medicine in various European countries was growing larger and larger, spreading like a snowball with an unstoppable momentum.

Listening to his pampering tone without any reprimand, the tension in Dong Ru's heart eased, and she obediently nodded along. Seeing that she was slowly accepting the situation, Wei Qilang felt somewhat more at ease. After offering a few more words of admonition, he prepared to head out.

"Jiang Biwei, use your brain for once! Don't just stare at your man; there's danger right behind you!" Fang Heng shot Mother Zhang dead, looking at me with a roguish expression as he said in a tone blending exasperation and deep disappointment.