latelenovela Chapter 232 Neat
Chapter 232 Neat
Cabin in the woods.
"Brother Fan, we agreed that the black knife would be mine, how can you go back on your word?" Er Gou said with dissatisfaction.
Lin Fan touched the black knife tucked into his waistband and said calmly, "The agreement was that the black knife would only be yours if you retrieved both the black knife and the fan, but in the end, didn't I get it back myself?"
Lin Fan didn't know what was wrong with him. He actually promised such an important black knife to Er Gou. He must have been out of his mind at the time.
Lin Fan pushed the black-boned, white-faced folding fan in front of him toward Er Gou, saying, "Even so, this is still yours."
Er Gou clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but had no choice but to accept the folding fan and put it in his pocket.
"Acheng, what are you planning to do next?"
Ziyue's head emerged from Lin Fan's shoulder. After Ze Zhishan completely turned into a statue, Ziyue's figure became much more solid, and her activity time became longer.
Lin Fan looked at the things spread out in front of him.
He disassembled Li Hao's mechanical hand before burning Li Hao to death. This complex mechanical hand was clearly not an ordinary item.
Li Hao's black longsword appears to be made of the same material as the black knife and Ze Zhishan's folding fan. It seems to be a special material used to manufacture high-end weapons. And naturally, the longsword uses even more material. Aside from that, there's nothing particularly special about it.
"Of course I still need to see Dr. Lei, but before that, I need my left hand."
As soon as Lin Fan touched the porcelain bottle, a wooden arm full of holes emerged from it.
"Ergou, since I helped you find your folding fan, could you fix my arm?"
Er Gou closed one eye and squinted at the arm on the ground with the other. "Brother Fan, it would be fine if you were just reattaching a hand. But look at how badly this hand is ruined. How much effort will it take me to reattach it?"
Er Gou, of course, seized the opportunity to raise the price, his eyes darting towards the black knife at Lin Fan's waist. However, he wasn't so naive as to think that he could exchange a simple arm repair for the black knife.
Just as Er Gou was pondering how to gradually get Lin Fan to agree, he was unaware that his answer was exactly what Lin Fan wanted.
"Okay, if you don't want to fix it, then help me install this."
Lin Fan pointed to Li Hao's mechanical arm beside him.
Er Gou: ...
Er Gou sighed, just about to resign himself to his fate and get to work, when Lin Fan stopped him again, "Wait, before that, I still have some things to do."
"Old Niu, you and Er Gou go for a walk outside."
Niu Dadan was seriously injured, and Sun Ruolan was nowhere to be found. He looked completely listless and didn't respond when he heard this. He got up sullenly and was about to leave.
"Old Niu, don't worry, I will help you find Miss Sun."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light appeared in Niu Dadan's eyes. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Fan, then pulled Er Gou along and walked outside.
Lin Fan murmured, "After all, the matter of the Living Curse must be resolved; its continued entanglement is not a solution."
After they left, Lin Fan picked up a gray pill and examined it. "After using 'Clone' last time, I felt I could advance, but whether I can pull through depends on you. Was that why Doctor Lei left me the gray pill?"
Lin Fan did not take it. The effects of the previous pill had not yet worn off, and this one was just a spare and was placed in front of him.
"Ziyue, if you see I'm not feeling well, feed me this."
……
Moju Temple.
Mogo knelt on the ground for an unknown amount of time, remaining motionless until the sky began to lighten.
Just as he was getting up in a daze to do something, a large hand suddenly patted his shoulder.
"Kid, do you know who did this?"
Mo Ge turned around blankly and saw a tall young man wearing a robe with ink-wash cloud patterns. The robe was half like a cassock and half like a scholar's robe, a style that he was familiar with.
The young man half-squatted in front of him. "Don't be afraid. Oh, I should introduce myself first. I should be considered your grand-uncle. You can call me 'Volunteer'."
Although Mo Ge didn't understand what was going on, he sensed an aura similar to his master from the young man in front of him, and immediately bowed and said, "Grandmaster Uncle! There are robbers! There are robbers!"
He burst into tears and recounted everything he had experienced in fits and starts, but omitted the "truths" that his senior sister Paper Fan had told him.
The volunteer turned around indifferently to look at Zezhishan and Mingxing Jushi.
"Not only does he lack craftsmanship, but he can't even be a proper temple abbot, leaving me to clean up his mess from the back mountain. And what is this? It's so sloppy."
As he spoke, the volunteer casually waved his hand, and countless golden threads poured out from his wide sleeves, wrapping the remaining flesh and blood of Mingxing layer by layer, turning it into stone in just a few breaths.
The soil beneath them gradually grew into sharp thorns.
The black soil spikes were soon wrapped in gold thread, turning into a gray clay statue.
Looking at the "Master-Killing" statue surrounded by spikes, the volunteer nodded with a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction. "This neatness makes it look like a finished product. Mingxing, if you finish this alive, you'll be qualified to enter the 'back mountain' for cultivation."
After finishing this small task, the volunteer casually pointed at Mo Ge and said, "From today onwards, you are the abbot of Moju Temple. Those 'bandits' you mentioned are nothing more than annoying flies, but since they've come to my Mo Sect's territory to cause such trouble, they deserve to be taught a lesson. You should first tidy up the temple; it's a mess and doesn't look right. When I return, I will take you as my disciple and teach you some Dharma techniques."
Mo Ge felt dizzy after hearing these words. So much had happened today, especially the absurdity of suddenly appointing a teenager like him as the temple abbot. Compared to that, the confusion of this person who initially claimed to be his grand-uncle suddenly wanting him to become his disciple paled in comparison.
The volunteer, the volunteer master, didn't care whether Mo Ge listened or not, and with a flick of his sleeve, he was about to leave.
As he waved his sleeves, one after another, Bodhisattva statues emerged from the soil.
All the Bodhisattva statues collected in Moju Temple suddenly appeared from the ground and lined up in front of him.
The scattered parts of the mechanical giant began to gather together, picking up the Buddha statues one by one and putting them into its body.
These bodhisattva statues buried inside the giant's body seemed to have sunk without a trace, revealing only their faces with varying expressions. As the eyes of the bodhisattvas opened eerily, the giant's imposing aura grew stronger.
As the number of faces increases, the speed at which the parts are assembled also increases.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a four-armed giant, twice the size of the original giant, rose from the ground. The giant's face was adorned with the expressions of various craftsmen and bodhisattvas, with empty eyes.
"It's too messy, but it'll do for temporary use."
After the volunteer master finished speaking, his body was lifted up by one of the giant's hands, and the giant strode into the distance.
Once the giant was far away, Mogo looked up, raising his head only slightly, and saw a pair of pure white feet. These feet were clearly human, but the toenails were bulging and pointed, just like bird claws.
A beautiful female voice rang out above his head: "Young layman, tell me what happened?"