Chapter 556: My Master Has This Name?

"Who would come to see me at this time? Are you here to laugh at me?"

A hypocritical and slightly dissatisfied voice sounded from the room. Taoist Xuanqing felt it was very strange and did not respond. It might be because they had not seen each other for decades and things had changed a lot.

Le Zhuang turned his head and glanced at Taoist Xuan Qing. Seeing that Taoist Xuan Qing did not speak, he was a little surprised and replied: "Grandpa, he is your friend!"

"Friends? What friends can I have!"

Lewenmao sneered.

Not long after.

Le Zhuang brought Taoist Xuan Qing and Wang Ping'an, who was looking around, to the door of a bedroom. As the door was opened, an indescribable stench emanated from it. Wang Ping'an hid behind it and looked up. He saw a sick and thin old man lying on the bed. He looked somewhat similar to the corpse of his uncle that he had seen at the beginning.

"Sure enough, even a hero can't stand being tortured by illness!"

Wang Ping'an looked at Le Wenmao lying on the hospital bed, and a hint of sympathy flashed across his eyes.

Most of the elderly patients he saw on the news in his previous life were like the old man in front of him. However, it was different from his previous life. Although technology and medical care were very advanced in his previous life, they were probably not as good as this world. After all, this world was full of various powers of spirits.

Not to mention the patient lying on the hospital bed who is only breathing his last breath, even if he has already reported to the King of Hell, we have the ability to save him.

This was something that could never be done in the previous life.

There were countless injustices in the previous life, but from the moment of birth, countless injustices no longer exist. The only fairness is that everyone is equal before death.

No matter how wealthy you are, how many wives and concubines you have, or how powerful you are, when faced with illness and firearms, you must report to the King of Hell.

"Old Taoist priest, who are you? I don't remember knowing you!"

As soon as Le Zhuang brought Taoist Xuanqing into the bedroom, Le Wenmao's eyes were completely on Taoist Xuanqing. However, he looked at him over and over again, but did not feel the slightest sense of familiarity, as if he had never seen him before.

"Of course you don't remember me, because I am your murderer!"

Taoist Xuanqing had a gloomy face, staring angrily at Le Wenmao who was lying on the bed. He did not have the slightest sympathy for Le Wenmao because of his miserable appearance. Instead, he was like a beast that was ready to eat its prey. Le Zhuang was so frightened that his face changed drastically. He hurriedly stood in front of Taoist Xuanqing, his face and eyes full of regret. He said in a trembling voice:

"Master, you, you, you said that you and my grandfather have an irreconcilable feud, but for the sake of my grandmother, you will not bother with my grandfather. How can you, you, be my grandfather's murderer?"

The murderer.

He was not very old, but he had heard that he was from the underworld. It was said that all old people who were about to die would see the Soul-Callerer and ask the Soul-Callerer to take them back to the underworld. However, he did not think that Taoist Xuanqing was the real Soul-Callerer. His words were just an excuse to kill his grandfather.

"Xiao Zhuang, please get out. This is a feud between me and this old Taoist priest. It has nothing to do with you!"

Le Wenmao glanced at Taoist Xuanqing, but still couldn't see any familiarity in him. However, looking at his angry expression, it was obvious that he had offended him before, but it was so long ago that he had forgotten about it, or maybe he had changed his appearance.

How could Le Zhuang not understand that his grandfather's words meant that he was worried that Taoist Xuan Qing would harm him and wanted him to flee from here first? He shook his head and refused, "Grandpa, I won't leave!"

"Why, you don't even listen to your grandfather?"

Le Wenmao snorted coldly. "Grandpa..."

Le Zhuang wanted to say something, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Taoist Xuan Qing:
"Le Wenmao, you don't have to tell your grandson, because there are some things that your shameless face should be known to your grandson, otherwise your grandson will think that you, Le Wenmao, are a good person until he dies, not knowing that you are worse than a beast!"

"Old Taoist priest, why should we involve the next generation in our grudges?"

Le Wenmao suppressed the anger in his heart and begged.

He had made many mistakes in his life, but he corrected them quickly and rarely did anything to let others down. Maybe he had a bad temper and offended people, but he had never bullied others. If he had ever had a conflict with the old Taoist priest in front of him, perhaps he was at fault, but he believed that the one who was more wrong was this unfamiliar old Taoist priest.

"It involves the next generation..."

Taoist Xuanqing's face was full of sarcasm. Before he could finish his words, Le Zhuang fell to his knees in front of him with a "thump!" and begged:

"Master, I don't know how my grandfather has offended you, but he is already like this. The doctor said that my grandfather will not live for many years. In these few days, he is often tortured by illness. Even if you have a huge grudge against my grandfather, please show mercy and forgive him when you see his pitiful appearance. Don't bear grudges against my grandfather!"

"stand up!"

Taoist Xuanqing snorted coldly, but he didn't see any sign of Le Zhuang getting up. With a thought, a ball of magic power flowed out from his body, and he easily lifted Le Zhuang up from the ground. Seeing that Le Zhuang's face was full of pleading, he said expressionlessly:
"Don't worry, I've said before, for your grandma's sake, even if your grandpa and I have an irreconcilable feud, I won't kill your grandpa!"

"Sure enough, this is really a story of unrequited love!"

Wang Ping'an hid behind, grinning, his face full of curiosity.

although.

The story might be from a vulgar TV series he had watched before, or a combination of several vulgar TV series, but he still wanted to hear it from his master or the old man lying on the hospital bed.

"Old Taoist..."

Le Wenmao couldn't help but ask how he had offended Taoist Xuanqing and why they had such an irreconcilable hatred. Before he could finish his words, Taoist Xuanqing interrupted him with a gloomy face:

"Erhuzi, you really don't recognize me?"

"You are the second tiger..."

Le Wenmao spoke subconsciously, but before he could finish his words, he suddenly reacted, staring at Taoist Xuanqing with wide eyes, and asked in astonishment: "You, you, you are Brother Gouzi?"

'Brother Gouzi?'

When Wang Pingan heard this, he almost burst out laughing. He had never thought that his master would have such a nickname. But when he thought about it, it made sense. A bad name would make it easier to support oneself. Besides, his master used to be a homeless man, so it was normal for him to have such a bad name.

Taoist Xuanqing sneered, "I thought you had done something wrong to me, so you didn't dare to acknowledge me!"

"Brother Gouzi, it's really you..."

Le Wenmao was extremely excited when he saw Taoist Xuanqing, but when he heard what Taoist Xuanqing said, the excitement on his face was immediately replaced by guilt, and he said:
"I am sorry for you and I am ashamed of your trust!"

(End of this chapter)