The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#192 - The Proudest and the Shyest

After dealing with the matters in the capital, Lu Jing packed the things he needed to take to the academy and sent them to Hengji Coffin Shop first.

Afterward, he and A'mu prepared to leave in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, on the way, they ran into the black cat with a white line on its body again.

The black cat skillfully jumped onto A'mu's bamboo hat and lay there without moving.

Lu Jing was a little helpless and said to A'mu, "Tell your friend that we can't take it to where we're going."

As a result, A'mu stood there pitifully, seemingly at a loss.

After a while, Lu Jing couldn't stand it anymore.

Forget it, this cat has even wandered around the Department of Astrology, so it's not a problem for it to wander around the academy.

Besides, the rules of the academy don't seem to prohibit keeping pets.

Although this cat can't really be considered Lu Jing's own pet.

But with the sky and earth so vast, A'mu's happiness is the most important thing, so Lu Jing could only reluctantly take the black cat with him.

However, he also sneered in his heart.

If he remembered correctly, no one else in the academy kept cats, which meant that if the black cat went with them, it would be the only one of its kind.

Lu Jing was curious to see how this cat would solve its physiological needs when the season came.

The black cat obviously didn't know about someone's sinister intentions.

At this moment, it was still burying its head in licking its fur, completely unaware that in a world without members of the opposite sex, no matter how well it groomed itself, it would be useless.

As before, the two people and one cat still went back in a coffin.

Lu Jing had previously listened to Supervisor Huang's detailed explanation of the usage of [Well].

As one of the earliest strange objects to be discovered, the serial number of [Well] in 《Records of Strange Objects》 is Ji Zi 001.

Its existence time is untraceable, but its stability is astonishing.

It has hardly changed in thousands of years.

The people of the Department of Astrology used [Well] for rapid movement.

The method of use is also very simple, and even a coffin is not necessarily needed.

As long as you ensure that you close your eyes during the journey and do not observe the inside of [Well], it is fine.

"What will happen if you look at it?" Lu Jing asked Supervisor Huang at the time.

The latter glanced at him and shook his head, "I don't know.

The people who have seen [Well] are no longer in this world."

Speaking of this, his expression also became serious.

That square face straightened up again, "Strange objects are strange objects.

No matter how gentle they look usually, you can't let your guard down because of this and forget the dangers they hide."

When Lu Jing heard these words, what he thought of was not the [Well] in the academy, but the wooden training dummy at home.

After spending a long time with A'mu, Lu Jing gradually developed a misconception that the wooden training dummy was not a strange object, but more like a living person.

Just like the vast majority of people in this world.

It has its own joys, sorrows, and fears.

It will be happy and afraid, and it will feel lonely after being alone for a long time, but because its body is made of wood, it is difficult to express it like other people.

And none of the strange objects Lu Jing had previously come into contact with were like A'mu.

Whether it was that secret manual or that wedding dress, none of them had as much humanity as A'mu.

After several times, an empty room that he had specially prepared for storing medicinal materials was filled.

Looking at enough Fallen into the Mortal World to last him ten months, Lu Jing's heart was also rarely at ease.

However, sitting idle and eating one's fortune is not an option.

He still had to find a new way to consume his internal energy as soon as possible.

Lu Jing planned to go to the library early tomorrow morning to borrow the 《Records of Strange Objects》 to read.

Just as he was thinking about this in the courtyard, he heard a knock on the door from outside the courtyard.

Lu Jing initially thought the visitor was Xia Huai, but then he thought that most people were already asleep at this time, and even if Xia Huai came to find him, she wouldn't choose to visit at this time.

So he was a little unsure who the visitor outside was.

But Lu Jing still went to open the door, and as a result, he saw a handsome and very shy little monk outside the door.

The little monk was like a white jade carving.

Under the exposed arms and skin, you could vaguely see blood vessels and meridians.

Lu Jing thought of a name and raised his eyebrows.

"Could you be Grandmaster Zhaoming of Hanging Temple?"

"No, no, no, this little monk is not a grandmaster," the little monk waved his hand hurriedly when he heard this.

"Benefactor Lu can just call this little monk Zhaoming."

"Then don't call me Benefactor Lu either, just call me Lu Jing."

After Lu Jing finished speaking, he stepped aside and let the little monk who had come under the moonlight into the courtyard.

After Zhaoming entered the door, he scratched his head, then stared at his monk shoes again, stammering, not knowing how to speak.

As a young talent who was once as famous as Wei Zixian and Young Master Baiyu.

There have always been many rumors in the Jianghu about this genius disciple of Hanging Temple.

Lu Jing had also heard some, and knew that this little monk Zhaoming probably belonged to two extremes with Wei Zixian.

The latter was so proud, and the former was so shy.

He was a freak who would blush after saying a few words to a stranger.

Hanging Temple had also thought of various ways to improve his personality, forcing him to show his face everywhere, interact with people, and participate in Buddhist ceremonies, but in the end, none of them had any effect.

Zhaoming was still so shy.

The little monk tried hard for a long time, and finally only squeezed out a sentence of congratulations, congratulating Lu Jing on entering the Tianji List.

Lu Jing found it a little funny, "Grandmaster Zhaoming… well, Little Master, you didn't come to me in the middle of the night just to congratulate me on being on the list, did you?"

"No," Zhaoming couldn't help but blush again after only saying a few words.

"Amitabha, I came to Brother Lu because I have something to ask for, but I don't know how to say it.

And Master told me before that if you ask someone for something, you should first say something that people like to hear."

"Little Master Zhaoming is indeed very honest," Lu Jing smiled when he heard this.

"But here with me, you can just say it directly."

"Oh, oh, this little monk heard a few days ago that Brother Lu, you got a Zen staff from a monkey."

"That's right, did Little Master lose it? Are you here to ask me to return it?"

"No, no, no, this little monk practices boxing, and doesn't need a Zen staff, but after listening to the descriptions of the few friends who went with Brother Lu that day, this little monk is a little familiar with that Zen staff.

I wonder if this little monk can take a look at it, right here."

"Sure."

Lu Jing was also a little curious about the origin of that Zen staff, and when he heard this, he went into the house to take it out.

He handed it to the little monk Zhaoming in the courtyard.