Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 64

Not long after leaving the rice field, An Yinong was stopped halfway.

     “This donor, I see that you are plagued by yin energy. Is there any inconvenience at home?”

     “Um?”

     He held an umbrella and saw a young monk wearing a bamboo hat and a hundred-neck robe. There was a clear breeze and bright moon between the monk’s brows, which made him feel as if he was a practitioner.

     Monk? Haunted by evil spirits?

     “No inconvenience,” he replied with a smile.

     There was no smile on the monk’s face. He looked at An Yinong, as if he had seen through everything: “Donor, people and ghosts have different paths. You are not from the same place. If you force yourself to be together, you will only harm others and yourself.”

     Are humans and ghosts on different paths? Was he talking about Gu Zhengzhong?

     “I don’t quite understand the Master’s words.” An Yinong laughed, “I ask myself to act magnanimously, to be worthy of heaven and to be worthy of earth. Is it some kind of treason for me to make friends with other living beings and worship them as my sir?”

     The monk didn’t expect An Yinong to be so straightforward, and he didn’t think it was weird to befriend someone of the opposite sex. The monk was confused: did he not understand, or was he just too big-hearted? That’s a monster!

     “Does the donor often suffer from headaches, fever, brain fever, and chills in the spine these years?”

     An Yinong nodded. He was not in good health, but these minor problems came and went quickly and had no impact on his life.

     Seeing him nodding, the monk warned again: “This is all because you have a close relationship with evil spirits. There is nothing wrong with associating with other living beings, but going too far is not enough. If you continue, it will damage your life.”

     An Yinong lowered his head and was silent for two minutes, then raised his head: “Can the Master calculate how many years I can live?”

     “Cannot.”

     “So, the monk can know the future and avoid all disasters?”

     “No, but…”

     The monk wanted to say more, but An Yinong raised his hand.

     “I like to read all night long. Isn’t this a loss of life? I am too lazy to sit still for a long time. Is this a loss of life? I like sweets without restraint. Is this a loss of life? Others include being overjoyed and sad, addicted to alcohol, and addicted to beauty. …all of them can damage lifespan. Since there are so many things that can damage lifespan, what’s the difference between one more and one less?”

     “Amitabha, evil spirits are like wolves, tigers and leopards to people, which cannot be tolerated in one room. Why should the donor be obsessed with it?” The monk clasped his hands together and looked at him with compassion.

     An Yinong smiled and looked very calm. In his previous life, he had seen many interactions between ferocious beasts and humans, and had also witnessed countless creatures being persecuted to extinction by humans. An Yinong’s heart was uneasy.

     Nine times out of ten things go wrong in the world, but it is a rare joy for him to make friends. This thing does not violate ethics, does not violate moral laws, does not harm others, and does not have a negative impact on social order.

     “Master, a monk is a monk who has six pure roots. Why are you stubborn here?”

     The listening system held its face in its hands: “Wow! I didn’t expect the host to have such sincere feelings for Gu Zhengzhong!” Is this the same host it knows?

     “Don’t think too much about it. I just hate being coerced and manipulated by others, especially those who show their righteousness at the beginning. Unless he provides evidence that Gu Zhengzhong is a heinous person against humanity, he won’t be able to convince me.”

     The monk wanted to speak again, but An Yinong spoke first: “There is a saying in my hometown, ‘Tomorrow or an accident, you don’t know who will knock on the door first.’ So, I thank the Master for his kindness. I know what I am doing.”

     The monk let out a long sigh and stopped talking with his eyelids half-lidded. He didn’t know whether he respected An Yinong’s personal wishes or had other plans.

     “Speaking of which, did the monk wait for me here on purpose?”

     “Yes, the poor monk has been here for several days.”

     He understood, Gu Zhengzhong came here because he was not at home. An Yinong always thought that his little life was peaceful, but it turned out that someone had stopped it.

     “It’s hard for the Master to make this trip, but everyone has his own path. We are destined to meet again.”

     An Yinong left with an umbrella. He said to the system in his heart: “Xiao Qi, look at this conversation, does it look like Xu Xian and Fa Hai?”

     The system was silent, and he could not find traces of ‘Xu Xian’ on the host.

     “Hey, it sounds like we have some kind of shady affair. How can the great monk be so vulgar when he looks like this? It’s just a man and a woman. Can’t two men have pure friendship?”

     “To say the least, it’s indeed impure. That’s because you and I don’t want to be involved in illegal crimes. We must allow niche things to exist in this world.”

     Once this happened, An Yinong had no intention of wandering around. He returned home and looked sideways at the golden stove covered with a layer of incense ash.

     Gu Zhengzhong came back before it got dark that day. He was originally covered in evil spirits and his hands were stained with blood. As soon as he approached the bamboo house, he put away his anger, straightened his clothes and walked into the house with a smile.

     “Back?” An Yinong, who was cleaning the tea set, looked back and smiled.

     Familiar house, familiar people, Gu Zhengzhong suddenly felt that all the things that others did not understand had meaning. This was his home, and this person was his home.

     “I brought your favorite snacks.”

     “Just in time, I made a pot of tea.”

     Half a month later, An Yinong packed up his luggage and carriage and set off to study in the county. He invited the respected elders in the village to come over. One was the patriarch of the three major surnames in the village, the second was the head of the village, and the third was the mother-in-law who taught the girls in the village how to raise silkworms.

     The other villagers didn’t know what he was going to do, so they followed him out of curiosity. There, Uncle He’s family was already cutting rice, threshing and fishing.

     “I have been raising fish in the field for two years. Elders asked about it last year, and I just said to test it for another year and see, this is the result in the second year.” An Yinong asked them to see the rice and fish produced in his fields.

     Compared with the rice grown in other nearby paddy fields, the grains of his rice were obviously fuller. There were even more fish, one acre could actually catch hundreds of catties, and the fish were so fat that they were no worse than those raised in the pond.

     The villagers were illiterate and could not count, but they had a scale in their hearts. For the same acre of land, An Yinong’s paddy field produced at least ten kilograms more rice than others, and even raised fish from an acre of pond at the same time.

     Don’t underestimate the extra ten kilograms of grain and hundred kilograms of fish. One mu was more than ten kilograms, and ten acres was more than one hundred kilograms. Over time, it added up to a lot of money. As long as there was a paddy field at home, almost everyone was moved.

     “I raise the fish in the paddy fields like pond fish. I catch and release them in rotation, so I can eat them all year round. The fish eat weeds and bugs in the water. If this is not enough, I chop some grass, bugs, silkworm excrement mixed and spread into the fields.

     “The fish eat these and excrete their feces, which also fertilizes the fields, so the rice grows well.”

     An Yinong walked slowly on the ridge of the field. Wherever he walked, fish appeared one after another, like welcoming a king. He walked all the way to the end of the field ridge, and the warm sunshine shone on him, making him blurry.

     “This method is ‘fish farming in deep water fields’. I want to teach it to everyone. Do you have any ideas?”

     A few days later. An Yinong was leaving Sanjin Village to study in the county. His carriage was filled with gifts from the villagers, including homemade pickles, sauerkraut, dried fish, fruits, vegetables and lots of eggs.

     The villagers also took him all the way to the main road intersection. An Yinong opened the bamboo curtain and said goodbye to everyone. The people seeing him off stood there in darkness.

     Sanjin Village was mostly filled with deep paddy fields, and the rice did not dry up even after harvesting in winter. An Yinong said that it can also be raised in winter. The villagers caught fish fry and put them in. After a few days of observation, they were indeed doing well.

     In fact, An Yinong had written all the methods he had summarized over the past two years into a pamphlet and presented it to the village, and the literate people in the village would teach him. He even gave it to the village next door when they shamelessly asked for it. But the villagers were still more willing to ask him and listen to him explain the steps in detail.

     This time he was leaving, and the villagers from several villages who had received his favor came to see him off. Although it was a slack time for farming, it was rare for so many people to give him a ride spontaneously. An Yinong got in and out of the car, and after saying goodbye three times, the car got on the right road.

     Gu Zhengzhong lazily leaned on the soft pillow, half of his face covered with a fan. His eyes turned deep red, and when he looked at An Yinong, he saw a faint golden edge.

     An Yinong felt this sight and thought that Gu Zhengzhong was uncomfortable because of the sunlight. He reached out and lowered the bamboo curtain on the carriage and leaned over. The golden light also spread to Gu Zhengzhong’s body, bringing a long-lost warmth. .

     “A virtuous person, a person who does good deeds, his kindness can protect those close to him.” Gu Zhengzhong thought of this sentence, and the corners of his lips under the fan curled up.

     But when he looked down and saw himself in a black mist, Gu Zhengzhong’s smile faded again. Five years ago, he just chose to follow because he found him interesting. At that time, Gu Zhengzhong thought that he would feel bored and leave after watching for a few or ten days. Who knew he would stay there for five years.

     He had always been restrained, and this was the first time in more than two hundred years that he has indulged himself.

     There are many vulgar and ignorant people in the world, and even if there are some who are not, they are not willing to treat ghosts and monsters as equals. He had been looking for someone like An Yinong for more than two hundred years before he found him.

     Also because he was interested, Gu Zhengzhong’s mood began to become complicated. In more than two hundred years, he has never heard of any good ending between ghosts and humans. It seemed that they were always attracting and hurting each other.

     “Huh–” The coachman pulled the reins and stopped the horse. The carriage was also shaken, and the coachman’s scolding sounded outside, “Monk, why are you blocking the middle of the road? I almost hit you.”

     “Amitabha, this poor monk came here because he had something to say to the benefactor of Hotan.”

     Was he the monk from before? Just as An Yinong was about to make a move, Gu Zhengzhong stopped him: “I’m here to tell him that we are old friends.”

     An Yinongxin said that Gu Zhengzhong probably didn’t know that he had met a monk and had been advised to be a good person: “Is it okay? He is a monk.”

     “This monk can be considered a righteous person. I don’t kill people at will to create karma, so I won’t have any conflict with him.”

     An Yinong nodded in agreement, and Gu Zhengzhong left with the monk.

     “Why did this monk come to call my master and then leave for no reason?” The coachman only saw the monk leaving alone, and he was puzzled.

     “Uncle Zhong, let’s take a rest by the road.”

     “Yes.”

     After waiting there for less than five minutes, Gu Zhengzhong came back. There was a look of worry on his brows. He didn’t know what the monk said.

     “Uncle Zhong, we’ve rested enough, let’s go.”

     The carriage continued to sway forward, and An Yinong leaned on the soft pillow and closed his eyes to relax. He didn’t ask what they discussed or show any curiosity.

     Gu Zhengzhong knew that he had this character. Some people might think that he was too cold, but Gu Zhengzhong felt that this was a kind of trust. The monk told him a lot, but Gu Zhengzhong didn’t pay attention to the rest. He only listened to two things.

     “His Royal Highness had all Yin characters during his lifetime. Even with the protection of a monk, he could not live to be thirty. Then at the age of twenty-eight, His Highness died for his country with hatred. After his death, his body was burned and buried in a place where life was cut off. Due to a combination of circumstances, he absorbed the evil energy and became what he is today. Therefore, the evil aura on His Highness is beyond what ordinary people can bear.”

     “You can still make up for your losses with treasures from heaven and earth. In the future, the two will be more involved. I’m afraid that person will also die young. Even getting the elixir will not help.”

     The monk clasped his hands together and clearly explained the stakes: “The reason why the donor is okay now is just because he has done good deeds and benefited his neighbors, so he can resist the impact of evil spirits.

     “However, if Your Highness has a closer relationship with him, it will not only damage his body, but also damage the fate of his descendants. He will be plagued by all kinds of diseases, his descendants will be cut off, and he will have no successors. Is this what Your Highness wants to see?”

     Gu Zhengzhong knew that the ghost energy he released was harmful to human beings, so he often looked for food from heaven and earth spiritual creatures. In addition, An Yinong himself was also a virtuous person, so it had no impact at present.

     He just didn’t expect that if he wanted to go further, he would damage the fate of his descendants.

     “Suffering from all kinds of diseases, no descendants…” Gu Zhengzhong silently recited these words that seemed like a curse, and then looked at An Yinong, “How could I let him suffer like this?”