Bushi thought, This is a little difficult.
"You should be able to guess what I'm about to do, right? It's a venture with ten deaths and no life. Little Martial Granduncle, you're asking the impossible of me." Stripped of his monk's robes, Bushi no longer had that affected serenity. He was utterly overbearing, like someone covered head to toe in spikes.
Wen Xu nodded. "Mm, I guessed a little." After saying that, he abruptly veered the conversation in an entirely different direction. "May I ask what a Water-Ripple Beast looks like?"
Bushi was about to say he did not know when he saw the other man toss over a Shadow Recording Stone. He opened it and took a look. "...It really does know how to ward off evil and avoid disaster."
With so many golden thighs in Jingyuan City, it had gone straight for the thickest one. How was that not warding off evil and avoiding disaster?
"No, where is it now? Don't tell me it's with you—"
For the first time, an expression of utter terror appeared on Bushi's face. But before he could remain terrified for long, a little beast sleeping sprawled on all fours appeared in Wen Xu's palm. "I'm waiting for you to come collect the monk's robes. This is the beast hostage."
Bushi: ...
A Desperate Battle
Bushi's face was filled with grief and indignation. "Little Martial Granduncle, you've truly changed." This trick was simply impossible to guard against, but he had to admit that he really had been threatened.
In other words, he was not entirely without attachments in this world. Bushi looked at the Water-Ripple Beast sleeping sweetly in Wen Xu's palm. "In that case, Little Martial Granduncle may keep the monk's robes for now."
He had actually changed his tune. Bian Chunchou