Lu Wuya came back to his senses from his thoughts. He selected the herbs and began to brew the medicine for the Feng Shui master.
As the Fengshui Master's disciple, he naturally had to be respectful and take good care of the Fengshui Master when he was injured.
The feng shui master had raised him up. If he didn't take care of the feng shui master in his old age, would he still be human?
Of course, the first two words were not important. The most important thing was the last two words.
He wanted to send the Feng Shui Master off.
Lu Wuya walked over to the Feng Shui master after he was done with the decoction.
After the feng shui master was injured, he had been bedridden, as if he would die at any moment.
Lu Wuya wasn't sure if the Feng Shui Master would die, so he didn't dare to act rashly. He could only take care of him carefully.
In any case, the Feng Shui Master might die in a few days. He had to wait.
However, if the feng shui master really wanted to lay a hand on him, he would definitely resist, and he would always have a dagger hidden in his arms.
Perhaps it was because he had transmigrated, but Lu Wuya's spiritual power was very strong and he could sense the emotions of others.
The feng shui master had been very disgusted with him at first, but recently, he suddenly had no ill intentions.
It was precisely because of this that Lu Wuya wanted to send the Feng Shui Master off. If the Feng Shui Master had any ill intentions, he would definitely fight to the death.
"Master, the decoction is ready."
"Cough cough cough…"
The feng shui master coughed lightly, and his face became even paler. He looked much older than a few months ago.
This was clearly the end of his life.
Otherwise, Lu Wuya would have run away long ago.
"Master, let me help you up."
Lu Wuya supported the Feng Shui Master. His body was very thin, like a bundle of firewood.
He could only use ribs to describe Feng Shui masters.
"Disciple, thank you."
The feng shui master spoke very politely, but his heart was filled with shame.
He finally took Lu Wuya seriously. Who would have thought that Lu Wuya would repay his kindness with hatred and take such good care of him?
What a good disciple. It was his fortune to have such a good disciple in his life.
In the past, he had only wanted to make use of Lu Wuya and treat him as a servant. Who would have thought that Lu Wuya would be so good?
When he was injured, he even thought that Lu Wuya would backfire on him. He was already prepared.
The Feng Shui Master didn't know that Lu Wuya had always wanted to send him off and take his family property.
Unfortunately, the Feng Shui Master did not have a wife or daughter. Otherwise, as his disciple, Lu Wuya would have to take care of his wife and senior sister.
Well, even if he had a wife, Lu Wuya wouldn't be able to take care of her. At most, he would take care of his daughter and granddaughter.
"Pfft…"
The feng shui master had just finished a few mouthfuls of medicine when he spat it out. Blood dyed his clothes red.
"Master, are you alright? You must endure it. One day, you will get better.”
Lu Wuya couldn't help but tear up.
Finally, this day had arrived. After enduring for a few months, he was respectful and nervous, afraid that he would die at any moment.
Finally, the Feng Shui Master was about to die.
Good master, you should die quickly. Your disciple has been waiting for a long time and has already chosen a good place.
If the master died, the disciple would definitely bury the master in a good place with good feng shui. Forget about the coffin, the disciple had no money.
However, his disciple had prepared a summer sleeping mat. When the time came, he would wrap it with a mat and throw it directly into the pit. If he bought it, forget about the tombstone. He would just make a wooden stake.
The Feng Shui Master didn't know that Lu Wuya's 'smile' was smooth and that he had even prepared a grave.
He thought that Lu Wuya really cared about him and was extremely touched.
He had to take good care of such a good disciple. He couldn't let Lu Wuya down.
"Good disciple, master is dying. In the future, when master leaves, you will be left alone. You have to be careful.”
Master, please die in peace.
Lu Wuya was very happy in his heart, but on the surface, he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes and kept falling from his face.
He didn't know why he was crying. Could it be that he was born to be an actor and an Oscar winner?
"Master, you have to live. I believe in you. You definitely won't die.”
Seeing Lu Wuya crying so sadly, the Feng Shui Master regretted not treating his disciple well.
If he had treated this disciple well and nurtured him, he would not have been beaten so badly by Ninth Uncle.
In fact, he was not defeated by Ninth Uncle. He was injured by his disciple, Qiu Sheng, with pure force.
Although his old bones were powerful, how could he defeat a young man? Moreover, he had Ninth Uncle.
Because he was beaten up, the feng shui master was seriously injured and finally escaped.
The Feng Shui Master regretted not lying to Lu Wuya. But now, he felt that his time was coming and he could die at any moment.
Perhaps he had not taught Lu Wuya properly before he died, so he could leave something for Lu Wuya.
"Good disciple, there is a box under that stone. Go and move the stone away.”
"Alright."
Lu Wuya didn't sense any ill intent, so he pushed the stone away without hesitation.
There was a box under the rock. It was made of iron, and its surface was rusted. There was also a lot of dust on it.
In addition, the cave was damp, and the box was wet.
He wondered what was inside the box.
Lu Wuya picked up the box and walked to the Feng Shui master.
"Master, this is what you wanted.”
The Feng Shui Master didn't accept it and pushed it into Lu Wuya's arms.
"My good disciple, I didn't expect you to be so filial. I haven't taught you any dao techniques in my life.”
Cultivation technique.
Lu Wuya was so excited that he was about to cry. He did not expect this old man to be so merciful and give him the cultivation technique before he died.
His meticulous care over the past few days was not in vain.
Fortunately, he did not kill her. Otherwise, he might have been killed by the feng shui master and not even the cultivation technique could be found.
"Master, you must not die. Nothing will happen to you. If you die, what will happen to your disciple?”
Lu Wuya pushed the box away and laid on the bed, wailing. He covered his face with the blanket to suppress the joy in his heart.
This old thing was not dead yet. He must not be too excited, and he must not let the Feng Shui master discover anything unusual.
Even if he was happy, he would have to wait until his master died. Pei, he should be a Feng Shui master.
The master in his heart was on the same level as Ninth Uncle. He might not necessarily take him as his master in the future, but he had to be as good as Ninth Uncle.
At the very least, he had to teach his disciples seriously, even though Ninth Uncle was usually a bit of a scammer.
Sob…
How did this thing suddenly become so good? Could it be that his conscience was acting up and he couldn't control himself?
'No, I can't be fooled by this old thing. This old thing is not a good person.'
In any case, he had to take care of the old thing in his old age.
She had bullied him for so many years, no, she had bullied him for a few months. It was time to die.
(1000 flowers plus one update, turn Master into a zombie.)）
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