Chapter 3 (1/2)

Faraway Wanderers Priest 31750K 2022-07-20

Chapter 3 Abandoned Shrine

At this point in life Zhou Zishu was not in the least concerned about anything — he was faarity all fell on deaf ears

The boat calmly sailed across the water On the other side of the river, a young wo water chestnuts! Do you want some?” It was as if tiish speed Even if I die right here, it'll be worth it, Zhou Zishu mused

The idea had crossed hi the Mountain of Ilai But then he renan and all of its natural beauty; so down south he had gone and again had the thought resurfaced at this place An unknown eed up inside hi his hardest to chew and s Then he tilted his head side to side in contenan, but there were still the three fa here would be a great pity

Because of that, all thoughts about dying here were dropped

All of a sudden, as if choked on his own saliva, the fisherue direction, unblinking

Zhou Zishu was intrigued, so he stuck his head out froaze

He saw hi by the river bank — they were the good-lookinglady in purple he ht be old but he was exceptionally perceptive, and when taking a closer look at hi te hands and corded muscles It was very clear there was more to hi was definitely not ordinary either, seeing that they irl was vivacious, but she would walk a fewher boundary

A glance was enough for Zhou Zishu to know that this girl was either a ht have a bit of a wicked streak with a beauty he greatly appreciated, but at the end she already belonged to so toohis attention back to tackling the dry hard pie

It was jianghu after all; auity was one of its staples If the royal court was a battleground for faround bethite and black Though some were unable to understand this, and took the title of a wandering hero too seriously even until they died

But hoould all this concern an incessantly ravenous homeless man like him anyway?

Zhou Zishu felt sooaded, ”Hey old man, this pie lacks a bit of flavor I don't mind whether it's bad or fine salt, so you should've at least put soain, ”How are you still talking shi+t with that onna starve you for three days, see how you will complain then…”

Thestrea a little sha the river only cost a few coins, but Zhou Zishu threw a silver crurateful or undeserved at all, he took it and walked away, face like that of an unsatisfied debt collector He couldn't wait to kick the younger out of the boat the et lost! Don't waste my time, I have important business to do”

Zhou Zishu leisurely finished the pie, stretching and leaving the deck He replied while still chewing, ”Do you have to go reincarnate or so, why the rush?”

The fisher like he want to curse the brat's entire family and ancestors; but he sed his fury once he re away instead

It was a good thing that this fisheruise for his whatever business, if he was truly one then he would be piss poor

Staring at the boat sailing further away froard of absolute literary excellence, ”fuck you”

For enerate side of society; all they did was spouting Confucious this and Confucious that, never did a rude word escape theirout that curse, as if years of pent-up frustrations have vanished completely with it

And to his surprised revelation, cursing turned out to be such an enjoyable thing to do He was all sot ht”

Afterover the words, he felt like they tasted even sweeter, and that lifted histhe river bank

Zhou Zishu travelled here and there for the entire day and reached the city's outskirt at nightfall He found a pond and had a thorough washi+ng, because even he himself couldn't stand the smell anyht about finding a place to stay overnight; and after another few hundred meters on the road, found a dilapidated and abandoned shrine He made a bed out of hay and fell asleep at the Buddha statue's feet

In the dead of night, he was devoid of worry and could have slept drea, had it not been for the footsteps and human noises nearby

Three silhouettes appeared at the shrine's door with the apparent s Zhou Zishu to open his eyes and frown

The injured one earing a hat, supported by a boy in his teens who had soy of which was still unstable Like a sick bull, he was in a shortage of breath, helping the injured with strenuous effort The last person was an old wo in her hold