But Little Monk Bu Jie really couldn’t do anything about Little Bun!
This little kid is a master at forcing a good person to do bad things!
Cough, cough! Amitabha! I got it wrong!
"Little Bun!" Gu Changsheng called out to the outside, but Little Bun didn’t even pause, running swiftly.
"Mom, you and Uncle Wood can say whatever you want, I’m really not listening now..." Little Bun waved his hand as he ran, abandoning his mom in the dining hall.
Gu Changsheng helplessly watched her son running off, shaking her head indulgently.
She truly had no way to handle this mischievous little kid of hers.
"So how do we deal with that dicine Immortal Old Man?" As Little Bun ran off, Gu Changsheng worriedly looked at Zhou Mu next to her.
Zhou Mu, upon hearing this, set down a teacup in front of her, with a faint smile on his divine-like face, and spoke gently, "Let’s just wait and see."
Gu Changsheng, hearing this, widened her eyes imdiately, "Wait and see! Wait and see! Again with the wait and see! You’ve said this several tis today, but I really don’t want such an unreliable master! You know our family has one of already, that’s quite enough."
"Hehe..." Zhou Mu, hearing this, bowed his head and smiled lightly, raising his hand to affectionately rub the little woman’s head beside him, and spoke helplessly, "It’s rare that you have such self-awareness, knowing that you’re unreliable!"
"You! You go away! I don’t want to see you!" Gu Changsheng, upon hearing this, imdiately appeared as if utterly disappointed.
Does it have to be like this?
This completely prevents any pleasant conversation!
The two chatted here and there in the dining hall, while on the other side, led by Little Bun, four little beans were aimlessly wandering around the Guo Residence’s backyard.
"Didn’t you say you wanted to see food in the kitchen?" Wuchang Yue was a sincere child. Seeing Little Bun leading them slightly off course, he asked with a puzzled expression on his porcelain face.
"Dear wife, you’re silly! I’m not a foodie, I don’t want to go to the kitchen!" Little Bun bounced and hopped around, in a cheerful mood, "My mom said not to be a third wheel and definitely not a light bulb, you know what a light bulb is? It’s when you interrupt others while they’re being lovey-dovey... But what exactly is being lovey-dovey? My mom hasn’t told yet..."
Wuchang Yue: "..."
His little face blushed and he was montarily speechless.
Little Bun didn’t wait for her reply and continued to bounce around happily.
"So, Young Master, where are we actually going?" Xiao Han Mo couldn’t resist and stepped forward to pull Little Bun, who was wandering aimlessly, and asked naively.
"Where to? Where to? Ah! I know! Let’s go find that old grandpa with white hair and beard and demand an explanation! I promised my mom to be a little man and protect her! That old grandpa dared to bully my mom! I’m going to settle this with him!" As Little Bun spoke, he joyfully changed direction and ran toward the Guest Garden.
Little Monk Bu Jie, who was being dragged along, lifted his bright little forehead upon hearing this. A flash of insight crossed his eyes, which seed to have seen through the world. However, he said nothing and let Little Bun pull him forward.
Because he knew, saying anything would be in vain!
This kid is even more unorthodox than his mom, always doing his own thing and never listening to advice!
However, Little Monk Bu Jie still looked sympathetically at Little Bun who was dragging him along, not very optimistic about his plan to find the dicine Immortal Old Man to settle scores.
Thus, under Little Bun’s leadership, the four little beans strutted confidently towards the Guest Garden.
Of course, the most confident of them was Little Bun, while the other three followed reluctantly, dragged along.
In the Guest Garden, the dicine Immortal Old Man, Wu Xi, was being forced into a large bath barrel by the Father and Son of the Guo Family. A set of clean clothes, made of top-grade material, was placed on the rustic clothes rack, showing the respect the Father and Son had for him.
"When the sun rises, old goes to the Western Mountain, picking three taels of Kudzu root, eting a lady flat-chested, offering you a good dicine to make mountains rise..." The dirty water in the bath barrel was changed twice and finally beca a bit clear. The dicine Immortal Old Man, having washed off the pitch-black dirt, comfortably leaned against the edge of the bath barrel. Water droplets hung from his gray hair, and his old face, now clean, appeared smooth and radiant, belying his age.
The Father and Son of the Guo Family waited outside the guest room door. Hearing the dicine Immortal Old Man’s off-key tune, they exchanged a glance, their faces involuntarily reddening slightly, and the corners of their mouths twitching a bit.
After all, inside was the dicine Immortal Old Man from dicine King Valley!
However, this dical Immortal Old Man’s way of doing things really doesn’t match his reputation!
What’s this nonsense about using three ’liang’ of kudzu to turn a flat-chested lady into a mountain? Is this sothing a decent person would say? He’s truly an old rascal!
But if Gu Changsheng were here, she would definitely agree with the dical Immortal Old Man’s nonsense because kudzu can indeed enhance the bust! Absolutely true! Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many won today trying to boost their front-line businesses by desperately importing kudzu powder from Thailand!
Haha!
When the four little ones burst into the guest room without any regard for the Father and Son of the Guo Family, they found the dical Immortal Old Man bathing comfortably, completely imrsed in the steam of the bath barrel, looking red and healthy.
"Hey! You, old man, are shaless! You’re bathing without wearing any clothes!"
The little one who rushed in at the sight covered their face, squatted down, and dared not look.
Wuchang Yue, who followed them, was even more embarrassed, turning away with a face flushed red and refusing to turn back!
"Amitabha!" Little Monk Bu Jie clasped a wooden fish, his eyes fixed on his nose, nose on his heart, eyelids slightly lowered, as if all this had nothing to do with him.
"Hey! Where did these milk-drinking little lon babies co from? You’re peeping at my bath, and it’s good I didn’t yell ’molester!’ Yet, you, the guilty party, are accusing first!" The dical Immortal Old Man looked bewildered at the four little ones who barged in, swiftly subrged the lower half of his body in the bath barrel, and huffed back, "Didn’t your parents teach you not to look at inappropriate things?"
"Uh... My mother did teach not to peek at girls bathing, but never said anything about boys!" The little one squatting realized this, peeked through their fingers, saw that not much was exposed anymore, clapped their little clothes, stood up, and looked at the dical Immortal Old Man with confusion, asking uncertainly, "So, old man, you’re not a girl, right?"
"I..." The dical Immortal Old Man suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
How should he answer that?
He couldn’t possibly tell the little peeping child that he’s a girl, could he?
If he says he’s not a girl, then the peeping at his bath would be justified!
The dical Immortal Old Man gritted his teeth a bit. This little lon baby was too cunning; such a tender age, yet verbally blocking him!
"You! Whose child are you?" Raising his hand, splashing water around, he pointed at the little one, and angrily asked.
"I’m my mother’s child!" The little one tilted their head, answering with full confidence.
"..." The dical Immortal Old Man was at a loss for words again, this response left him speechless, his chest heaving with anger, finally calming down, he asked, "Then who is your mother?"
"My mother is my mother!"
"..."
The Father and Son of the Guo Family who followed in watched the exchange between the old man and the child with contorted faces, extrely worried the dical Immortal Old Man might pass out from anger due to the Young Master!
Because the Young Master said these words with such innocence, such responses were really stifling!
They sympathized with the dical Immortal Old Man, who was a legendary figure for centuries, yet now being thwarted by a child, if word spread, it’d be a laughingstock, dropping jaws everywhere.
The little one, a well-aning child, noticed the dical Immortal Old Man shivering, blinked their big, round eyes, sincerely explained, "My mother is Gu Changsheng, I’m Gu Ze, nicknad Yaoyao."
The dical Immortal Old Man upon hearing this cald down imdiately, resting his arms on the edge of the bath barrel, leaning towards the direction of the little one, carefully examining this child barely half the height of the bath barrel, realizing they really were indeed his disciple’s kin, having been too excited to notice earlier.
"Since you are the child of my disciple, you should call Grandmaster. Co on, little lon, call Grandmaster and I’ll buy you candied hawthorn!" The dical Immortal Old Man leaned over the bath barrel enticingly, beckoning with his finger to the little one.
Upon hearing this, the little one rolled their eyes, "Do I look like a glutton? Hmph!"
At the door, the Father and Son of the Guo Family nodded in agreent, this was reasonable, the old man was so stingy, trying to bribe the Young Master with a candied hawthorn, not realizing who they were!
They were the child of the Southern Emperor! The Young Prince of the Southern Country!
"You, you little lon, are so not cute!" The dical Immortal Old Man scowled at the cocky little one, angrily speaking.
"Hmph! You’re the one who’s not cute! My mother said I’m the cutest child in the world!" Upon hearing this, the little one imdiately put their hands on their hips, retorted with pursed lips, then pointing at the dical Immortal Old Man, puffed their cheeks, saying furiously, "Old man, I’m here to settle accounts with you! Heard you wanted to force yourself on my mother..."
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