After finishing Jia Le's cooking, Mao Li expressed his admiration for Jia Le's craftsmanship.
"Even if you don't inherit your master's skills in the future, I think you can still support yourself well by becoming a chef.”
Mao Li helped Jia Le clean up the dishes and praised him.
"I only know how to cook a few dishes. In the past, when I had nothing to do, I would think about it blindly and cook for Master.”
Jia Le was embarrassed by Mao Li's praise. This was the first time in many years that someone had praised him.
After all, other than his master, Daoist Priest Four-Eyed, there was only Master Ikkyuu and the undeads left in the deep mountains and forests. Daoist Priest Four-Eyed and Master Ikyuu often went on long trips.
Therefore, Jiale was often left alone here, so he could only go swimming in the river, catch some fish, or catch some wild game for a meal.
……
The next morning, Jiale woke up and started to make breakfast.
"Jiale, you're so diligent!"
Mao Li said to Jiale in the kitchen after practicing a round of health preserving boxing in the courtyard.
"That's right! Senior brother, my master just rushed back. I have to prepare breakfast and wait for him to wake up.”
Jiale replied with a silly smile.
He looked very naive.
"You're quite filial."
Mao Li praised sincerely.
"Master is so good to me. If it weren't for Master, I would have starved to death by the roadside. How could I not be filial to Master?”
Mao Li's words reminded Jia Le of a night eight years ago when his family was in a war. His parents risked their lives to escort him into the forest in the village, only then did he survive.
At that time, he had seen the village being massacred with his own eyes. The villagers had fallen into pools of blood one by one, and he had come to the mass grave behind the village in a daze.
When he was about to lose his life, he met Daoist Priest Four-Eyed, who was passing by to transport the corpses, and saved him. He fed him, dressed him, and even helped him bury his parents.
At that time, Daoist Priest Four-Eyed, who had buried the villagers with him, did not say anything. Instead, he kept digging and burying people, as if he did not know fatigue.
However, he could feel that Daoist Priest Four Eyes was crying at that time.
Even if they never knew each other.
"With your diligence, I think that as long as you work hard, even if your talent is bad, you will still have some achievements. It's not that you are very good at driving corpses, but you are hardworking and have rich experience. You can adapt to the situation and deal with all the crises. As long as you take advantage of this time when your master goes to the next place, you can let your master take you there.”
Compared to persuading Jia Le, Mao Li felt that it was much easier than persuading Wen Cai.
After all, Daoist Priest Four-Eyed only had Jiale as his disciple, and Jiale was a director. With Ninth Uncle and Mao Li around, Wencai was getting lazier and lazier.
Especially after knowing that Mao Li's fiancée was a powerful god of the underworld, he became even more brazen.
In Wencai's words, even if he didn't cultivate and died in the future, with his relationship with his eldest senior brother and his master's status in the underworld, it was more than enough for him to become the leader of the underworld's ghost soldiers or the leader of the ghost reapers.
Wen Cai's words made Ninth Uncle and Mao Li very angry. Without saying a word, they immediately gave Wen Cai a double.
Later on, when Aunt Pang came to ask about the situation, she also joined the battle to beat up Wen Cai.
"I know I believe I can do it. Now I can control undeads skillfully, but I haven't gone far.”
Jiale said with a proud expression on his face.
After all, in Jiale's heart, other than inheriting his master's corpse-chasing business, he was also very interested in ghosts. Even if he was afraid of them when he met them, he was still curious about them.
Otherwise, Jiale wouldn't have been so unafraid of living alone in the mountains after Daoist Priest Four-Eyed and Master Ikkxiu left.
"I believe that one day, your achievements and strength will surpass your master's. It's not for anything else but your diligence and kindness, as long as you always follow your heart.”
Mao Li stepped forward and pointed at Jia Le's chest as he spoke to him seriously.
"I don't know if I can surpass him, but I believe that I can become an outstanding corpse transporter. I will rely on my own efforts to send more people who have died in foreign lands back to their hometown so that they can return to their roots.”
Hearing Mao Li's words, Jia Le finally voiced out his thoughts that he had been keeping to himself.
Jiale, who had grown up with Daoist Priest Four Eyes, admired him very much.
Because it was hard work to drive corpses, every day a person would ring the bell alone at night to control the unconscious undeads to walk in some remote places in the deep mountains and forests, afraid of scaring people. They also had to worry about whether the undeads would be stolen or destroyed on the way, and they could not send the complete corpses home.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed, who had already woken up, was hiding at the door of the living room, wiping his tears silently.
Daoist Priest Four-Eyed heard every word of Mao Li and Jiale's conversation.
She wondered if she had really done something wrong. She had been afraid that Jiale would suffer and had not considered his feelings when she encountered danger.
……
At noon, Jiale came back happily with two buckets of water.
"Master, Master, Master Ikxiu is back.”
Jiale shouted into the house after putting down the bucket.
"So what if he's back? Do you want me to pay my respects to him?”
Although Daoist Priest Four-Eyed had already decided to make up for Jiale, he still looked as serious as ever.
"Oh! There's no need for that."
Jiale scratched the back of his head as he weakly answered Daoist Priest Four-Eyed.
"Martial Nephew Mao Li, come with me. I'll introduce you to this Ikkyu that I hate.”
The four-eyed Taoist priest said to Mao Li arrogantly. Then, he looked up at the sky and walked towards the wooden house beside him.
Although it was a wooden house, it was not small at all.
Seeing this, Mao Li smiled and did not say anything else before following.
In Mao Li's heart, he also wanted to see what this Master Ikkyu looked like. He wanted to see if he looked the same as Superstar Wu from his previous life.
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