Squirrel Spirit squatted on the bench, holding the pine cone, tilted his head and looked at Daoist Wuji, then at Lu Ming.
"By the way, who is this old man?"
Lu Ming glanced at him.
"Didn't you notice the clothes they were wearing? You looked at them and saw that they were yours, yet you still ask?"
Squirrel Spirit was stunned for a moment, looked down at his hair, and then looked up at Daoist Wuji's robe
Suddenly he came to his senses and pointed his little paw at Daoist Wuji.
"Is he here to take me in? He, he, he is a Daoist priest."
"Yeah"
"Why accept me?"
"Ask him"
Squirrel Spirit jumped down from the bench, puffed out his cheeks, and squeaked twice at Daoist Wuji.
"I haven't done anything bad, why do you want me?"
Daoist Wuji was pointed at the nose by a Squirrel Spirit and questioned. The Daoist robe sleeves were tossed and his face turned dark.
Just as he was about to speak, Lu Ming answered next to him.
"Same for you old man. You came here early in the morning and shouted that you are hiding dirt. We have too many cats and dogs in our store. Can you handle them?"
Squirrel Spirit nodded.
"That's right, can you accept it?"
Daoist Wuji took a deep breath and was about to speak when Squirrel Spirit added another sentence.
"Besides, I took a shower and I'm very clean. Why do you say I'm dirty?"
"I didn't say you were dirty!"
Daoist Wuji's voice is raised
"You said it, you just said it harbors filth."
"The filth is talking about this place, not you!"
"What's wrong with this place? It's cleaned every day."
Daoist Wuji opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time.
Daoist Wuji Finally couldn't bear it anymore, he shook his robe and shouted again towards the store.
"Where is Wen Ning! Let him come out to see me!"
Squirrel Spirit glanced at Lu Ming and lowered his voice.
"Why is he so loud?"
"The old man is in good health."
"I see it"
"Where is this old man from?"
Lu Ming thought for a while.
"There is a high probability that it is Maoshan again."
Daoist Wuji stood at the door, his chest heaving, and the expression on his face was hard to describe.
"I said two people"
He gritted his teeth and spoke.
"I'm still here, can you respect me? I'm looking for someone."
Lu Ming then realized that there was someone next to him, turned his head to look at him, and looked him up and down.
"Just wait a moment, Wen Ning will be out soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ning came out from behind.
As soon as I came out, I saw an old Daoist priest wearing Daoist robes standing at the door.
Wen Ning put the towel on his shoulders, glanced at Daoist Wuji, and then looked behind him. No one was there.
"Oh my god"
He took the towel off his shoulders, walked behind the counter, and looked at Daoist Wuji.
"The old man who beat the little ones is here too, can we do something else?"
Daoist Wuji stared at him, his eyes darkened.
"Are you Wen Ning?"
"Yes, I am."
"I Maoshan Sect Master, Wuji."
Wen Ning nodded, picked up the cup from behind the counter and poured a glass of water.
"Stop introducing, let's get straight to the point."
Daoist Wuji was stunned for a moment, then shook off his robe, took half a step back, and made a hand gesture.
"Is it so direct?"
"Yeah, directly."
Wuji took a deep breath, made a secret with his right hand, and formed a Thunderlight on his fingertips
Maoshan Thunder Arts, I have been practicing for nearly a hundred years, but as soon as I take action, I am not on the same level as Shi Dajian.
Wen Ning stood behind the counter and did not move.
Wuji pushed with his right hand, and Thunderlight let go, blasting directly towards Wen Ning's face.
Wen Ning tilted his head, and the Thunderlight flew past his ear and hit the wall behind, burning a hole in the mop hanging on it.
"It's okay."
Wen Ning said
Wuji didn't answer, punched again with his left hand, and threw out three talismans with his right hand at the same time. Thunderlight, talisman paper, and fist wind, these three things came at the same time from three directions.
Wen Ning walked out from behind the counter, raised his right hand, and drew a circle in front of him. The three offensives hit the circle, as if they hit a transparent wall, and they all dispersed.
Wuji's footsteps paused.
Wen Ning took a step forward.
Wuji took a step back.
Wen Ning took another step.
Wuji took another step back and his heels touched the threshold.
Wen Ning stretched out his hand, with the palm facing outward, and a very thin Thunderlight formed on his fingertips. Different from Wuji's, this Thunderlight didn't look very interesting, it was a thin strip, and the color was light.
But Wuji stared at the Thunderlight, and suddenly a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. He has practiced Daoism for nearly a hundred years, and his attainments in Thunder Arts are considered top-notch among mortal cultivators.
Wen Ning pushed forward casually.
The Thunderlight shot out from the palm of his hand, not hitting Wuji, but hitting the floor at Wuji's feet.
With a bang, the floor tiles cracked a crack, Thunderlight got in along the crack, and exploded under Wuji's feet.
Wuji was bounced up, flew back half a step, and sat down on the ground, with the hem of his robe turned up to cover his face.
The store got quiet
Squirrel Spirit poked his head out from the corner, took a look, and then retracted. Feng Dema stood up from behind the counter, and Lu Ming walked back from the shelf. Neither of them spoke, looking at Wuji sitting on the ground.
Wen Ning took back his hand and patted the non-existent dust in his palm.
"Okay."
Wuji pulled the hem of his Daoist robe off his face, sat on the threshold, and was stunned for several seconds.
He looked down at the Rift at his feet, then looked up at the Wen Ning, and the expression on his face changed again and again.
Wen Ning thought he was going to jump up or throw up his sleeves and leave
After all, Maoshan Sect Master, was knocked down in front of several young people, no one else would be able to step down.
But Wuji sat on the threshold, patted the dust on his Daoist robe, took out a small notebook from his sleeve, opened it, and took out a pen from his sleeve.
"Just wait a moment."
Wen Ning looked at him.
Wuji lowered his head and wrote a few lines in the notebook, then turned the notebook over and showed it to Wen Ning.
It read: Lightning injury, medical expenses, 2,000 yuan. Daoist robe damage, compensation, 800 yuan. Mental damage expenses, 1,000 yuan. Total 3,800 yuan.
Wen Ning stared at the notebook for two seconds.
"What are you doing?"
"Compensate."
Wuji shook the notebook
"I was beaten by you, and you have to pay for the medical expenses."
Lu Ming laughed out loud from behind. Feng Dema was also happy. Squirrel Spirit ran out from the corner, squatted at Wuji's feet, took a look at the notebook, turned to Wen Ning and said something.
"This old man is blackmailing you."
Wuji lowered his head and glanced at Squirrel Spirit.
"I seek truth from facts."
Wen Ning walked behind the counter, poured a glass of water, and took a sip.
"When your disciples came, they didn't ask me for medical expenses."
"That's because they are stupid"
Wuji took the notebook back
"I'm not stupid"
"You Maoshan Sect Master, do you still care about this little money?"
Wuji stood up from the threshold and straightened his robe.
"Maoshan There are dozens of people who need to eat, money is needed to repair the temple, and money is needed to print scriptures. Are you a good person Sect Master?"
Wen Ning put down the water glass and looked at Daoist Wuji.
"If you ask for money, you definitely won't have it."
Daoist Wuji raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when Wen Ning added another sentence.
"But I can ask you to take a bath."
Daoist Wuji rolled his eyes, put the notebook back into his sleeve, and patted the dust on the Daoist robe.
"Take a shower? Where to take a shower?"
"There is a Bathhouse nearby. It's a legitimate one. I've been there a few times. The water is clean and the bath masters are good at it."
Daoist Wuji stood there and thought for a while
This time he was on his way down the mountain, and there was indeed a lot of dust on his robes.
"Okay, wash."
Wen Ning put on his coat and told Lu Ming. When Lu Ming heard that he was taking Wuji to Bathhouse, his eyes lit up and he came over and asked in a low voice.
"Should I go too?"
"Go and give a hammer. There's no one in the store. Can Dema be covered by one person?"
Squirrel Spirit jumped off the bench and took two steps after him.
"What about me?"
"What are you? Didn't you just wash yourself?"