Rushing Freely was still running ahead with the coffin on his shoulders. I hurriedly recited the Nest Ancestor's incantation and recalled Rushing Freely, while the person who had kicked the coffin was already standing before me, laughing.
"Fat-Flesh Monk! What are you laughing at? Why did you kick over my coffin lid?" My face darkened as I looked around. We were beside a road leading to Dalong County, in the fields.
The sugarcane had just been harvested from the place I was standing. The ground had been burned, and no new shoots had grown yet.
"F-Fat-Flesh Monk? How dare you insult me! What a strange person you are. I kindly saved you, yet not only did you insult me, you're blaming me too?" the fat monk cursed angrily.
I swept my gaze over his strength. He was at the mid-stage of Entering the Dao. No wonder he had been able to kick Rushing Freely over so easily. He even claimed he had done it to save me, which was rather strange.
"What do you mean? City God's Rushing Freely is specifically used to detain living people. It's also an upright and proper thing—unless someone has done nothing wrong, it won't drag them away. You're a monk, out here in this desolate wilderness where the yin energy is heavy, and you still blocked the City God's coffin route. Don't tell me your sense of justice is so strong that you make a habit of saving bad people." I laid out the key issue with reason on my side.
"I-I was of course saving someone, but not everyone I saved was a bad person. Amitabha. We monks do not speak falsehoods. I can tell you that last time, I saved a Daoist. Although we belonged to different factions and held different beliefs,