This Damned Thirst for Survival-Chapter 177: Feng Li's Anger

Chapter 177 - Feng Li's anger

Jiang Luo was shocked, but Ge Wuchen's full disclosure began to make him suspicious of Ge Wuchen's intentions.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because the Fate has his eye on you," Ge Wuchen said, "and since he thinks you can kill the Master, I think you can stop him."

Ge Zhu once told Jiang Luo to stay away from Ge Wuchen because Ge Wuchen was a snake with a heart of gold and would bite people to death from time to time. Jiang Luo had to admit that Ge Zhu was right, Ge Wuchen was an immortal looking guy who would never do anything like talking to him about his past. Jiang Luo reckons that the passage is half-true, with the part about the fated man probably true, but the rest is not so sure.

"Stop pretending," Jiang Luo said directly, "and explain why you've been so often killing Ge Zhu, without going into all the other nonsense?"

Ge Wuchen's face went cold, "Master Jiang, do you think it is easy to make the master change his mind?"

"My master and uncle said he was forced to reach the point of extinction, but he is the only one in the Chi family's direct lineage who has fused with and backhandedly mastered the ghost tattoo."

Ge Wuchen laughed sarcastically: "He was an evil spirit in human skin when he was alive. When I learned the truth five years ago, do you think I didn't try to protect him and change his mind? But it was utterly useless. He could even engineer his own death to take advantage of it, and from a young age he knew how to pretend to be a hypocrite, with a tolerance that made me shudder to look at. Clearly a born bad seed and madman, the harm done to him by the Chi family and others only forced out his true nature."

"I'll be honest, until you showed up, I already felt there was no possibility of change in the future."

Ge Wuchen's tone was cold, "Since the future will turn out to be like that sooner or later, if Ge Zhu still looks like that fool, he will never live long, so he might as well be killed by me before the tribulation."

Jiang Luo chewed on his extinguished cigarette and suddenly smothered a laugh.

Ge Wuchen looked displeased, "What is Master Jiang laughing at?"

"I think you're quite an interesting person," Jiang Luo stopped laughing with difficulty, "a bit tongue-in-cheek. You're trying to teach him not to trust anyone so easily, aren't you, so he can live with his hatred for you?"

Ge Wuchen a stiff.

Jiang Luo stopped teasing him, "Do you know the way of the predestined people to become gods?"

Ge Wuchen's face eased up when he didn't mention what had just happened, "Yes, I know."

"The sutra and the Tibetan Buddhist Temple have become ashes together, and only I and the Fates know the method," Ge Wuchen said, "Master Jiang, I mean you no harm, I have only two conditions. If you promise that I can do it, I will tell you voluntarily what the method is."

Jiang Luo: "Tell me about it so I can listen to it."

Ge Wuchen looked deeply at Jiang Luo, "One to kill the Fatalist, and one to stop Chi You from destroying the metaphysical community."

Jiang Luo thought it was something else, he nodded without hesitation and reached out, "I agree, bring me the method."

Ge Wuchen didn't expect Jiang Luo to agree so easily, but he was a bit hesitant. Jiang Luo looked at him mockingly, "You're not going to talk nonsense and end up not being able to afford to play, are you?"

Ge Wuchen doesn't say a word.

Jiang Luo slowly stood up and suddenly kicked at Ge Wuchen, his face cold: "You're playing with me."

Ge Wuchen was not angry when he was kicked, he patted the footprints on his body and spoke bitterly, "Master Jiang, I cannot just give you such an important thing. Although I know that you are very different to the master, this is not enough. If you can make him fall in love with you and be willing to give his life for you, I will tell you the method."

Ge Wuchen doesn't deny that Chi You is special to Jiang Luo, but the last time Chi You and Jiang Luo fought on the hill behind the Lian family's house, no one showed any mercy. When he saw Jiang Luo come out of the black mist covered in blood, Ge Wuchen was hesitant.

Chi You was interested in Jiang Luo, but not so interested that he would give up the destruction of the metaphysical world for Jiang Luo. Although Ge Wuchen was disappointed, Jiang Luo at least gave him hope. All Ge Wuchen wants is for Chi You to fall completely in love with Jiang Luo, until finally he willingly gives up his terrible ideas for Jiang Luo and is held by Jiang Luo's reins.

But Ge Wuchen himself does not have the courage to say, "How can Chi You love someone? Does he have love for this thing?

Jiang Luo pondered, "What do you mean by that?"

Ge Wuchen said with genuine affection, "Master Jiang, in these five years I have been the only one who knows the secret of the predestined becoming a god, and in order to protect this secret, I have not been able to eat or sleep well, so I have survived for five years. If I tell you this method just like that, but you can't stop the master, won't I lose my wife and lose my army?"

He sold Jiang Luo on the idea, "Then why don't you use it yourself."

"Because I can't do it," Ge Wuchen said mockingly, "Master Jiang, not everyone has the means to become a god after accepting an offering, and over the years there has been only one, the Fatalist."

Jiang Luo did not speak either, just looked at him. Ge Wuchen lowered his voice and revealed a little, "His power comes from worship. The more people who worship him, or the stronger his followers are, the stronger he will become. To make him weaker, you either have to stop his offerings or take away his followers."

"That is all for now, Master Jiang, and as for the rest of how to stop his offerings and take away his followers, I will tell you when you have proved how much the master thinks of you."

Jiang Luo was half convinced by these words, and he didn't have to think long before he said neatly, "I agree, so get lost."

Ge Wuchen smiles with satisfaction, takes two steps back and prepares to leave.

Jiang Luo suddenly said, "Ge Wuchen, the way Master Cheng De just ran away, he knows you are here too, right? You and Jokhang Temple have obviously not broken off their relationship completely, have you?"

Ge Wuchen steps behind a pine tree.

When Master Cheng De returned, Jiang Luo continued to laugh and joke with him. They both knew that the other was acting, but neither of them made it clear, and after walking around Jokhang Temple, Master Cheng De gave Jiang Luo a gift.

Ge Zhu didn't know what she had talked about at the abbot's, but her eyes looked like she had cried a lot, but she was looking good. It was only when the two of them were on their way back that Ge Zhu remembered her business and said with chagrin, "I was so absorbed in talking to the abbot that I forgot to go and get the information for you."

Jiang Luo took the gift out and opened it to reveal a string of Buddhist beads with a black sponge pad pressed underneath. Jiang Luo picked up the sponge pad and saw a pile of information on the predestined person underneath, and he said, "It's fine."

The monks at Jokhang Temple are all wise men, especially Ge Wuchen. Jiang Luo looks at Ge Zhu, who has touched an apple and is eating it, nibbling on the remaining pulpy crumbs from the core.

This one is an anomaly.

When he returned home, Jiang Luo read the information on the Fatal Man several times. Jokhang Temple's records on the Fatal Man are not extensive, but at least Jiang Luo knew what kind of person the Fatal Man was.

In the beginning, the Abbot is indeed human. He was a child when he was brought to White Heron Temple by the Abbot, but he was a little different from the others, without a trace of childish mischief or curiosity about the outside world.

The Abbot had few mood swings and treated people and animals alike. He seemed to have an innate understanding of Zen, and was soon accepted as a disciple by the Abbot of the time and praised for his "Bodhisattva heart".

But gradually, the predestined began to wonder about God, the Buddha.

He wanted to know if there were any real Buddhas or immortals in the world, and why people only live for a hundred years, so he left White Heron Temple and went out into the wider world to find out.

By the time he returned, he had become the guardian of the metaphysical world and had lived for over two hundred years as a predestined man.

Jiang Luo memorised the information and then put it away and began to think about Ge Wuchen's request.

Make Chi You fall in love with yourself and be willing to give your life for yourself?

Jiang Luo leans back in his chair and ponders.

If this works out, it will be a great opportunity to play a trick on Chi You, in addition to gaining profit. If Chi You fell in love with Jiang Luo and Jiang Luo dumped him, how cool would that be?

Jiang Luo has not yet settled his score with Chi You for his previous molestations, but he has written them all down in his account book. As for the evil spirit's covetousness and revenge? Well, Chi You is already coveting him now, isn't he?

Jiang Luo is not afraid of lice and is a bit of a gloating fool.

With this in mind, Jiang Luo began to prepare his plan and brought Wen Renlian in as his mentor.

The reason for convincing Wen Renlian was simple: "The Fates wanted Chi You to fall in love with me, so that I would wait for Chi You to let his guard down and kill him. Wen Ren, I'm going to play the trick first and then confuse the Fatalist in the process."

Wen Renlian tilted his chin, "So you're trolling Chi You first, then using the opportunity to figure out what the Fates are up to?"

"Yes," Jiang Luo said with a sad brow and difficulty, "if what the Predestined One says is true, I must at least be prepared. I need to get Chi You off my guard, so that if he wants to destroy the occult world, I can stop him in time."

Wen Renlian sighed silently, and, with a wink and a smile, said, "Jiang Luo, you've come to the right person in this area."

To prove his prowess, Wen Renlian immediately told of a few things that had charmed others, and that he knew all too well about "seduction" and "appetite", having spent years in women's clothing to see the ugly.

Jiang Luo holds a pen and paper while Wen Renlian eloquently commands, " Chi You has changed so much since he became a ghost that you can't deal with him the same way you would with a human. Neither you nor he are normal people, and ordinary dates and movies and rooms won't work for you. You'll just need a stimulating collision of testosterone to get him more and more addicted to you."

Jiang Luo is all ears.

Wen Renlian thought about it, "Did he ever say anything to you that was more possessive?"

Jiang Luo's expression twisted for a moment, "He said that my skin, my blood, belonged to him."

"This possessiveness ......" Wen Renlian smacked his lips, and said with satisfaction, " Jiang Luo, he has risen to possessiveness of you, or not a small one, and this has succeeded in a large part. The more this happens, the more you have to put on an attitude that you will never be available to him, he wants to possess but can't, and his feelings for you will deepen step by step in the process."

Jiang Luo is thoughtful.

"A relationship between a man and a man is different from a relationship between a man and a woman, in that 'sex' and 'collision' play a big part in the relationship between two men. "Wen Renlian asks, "Jiang Luo, have Chi You been hinting at you in that way lately?"

Jiang Luo said, "...... He said he wanted to have sex with me."

Wen Renlian gives Jiang Luo a flirtatious glance, "Then don't worry about that part, and even chill him out a bit. But before you do, you have to tease him to the top of his desire for you. We're on the dominant side now, Chi You is the suitor, so we don't have to troll him too obviously at all, we have to be as if he's coming up to you to brush up on your good looks."

When a man's desire for someone is at its peak but he can't express it, he looks at them with fire in his eyes. At this time, Jiang Luo's smile, a gesture or even a backward glance can drive him crazy.

Chi You Even if he becomes a ghost, he cannot escape this exception.

Jiang Luo and Wen Renlian looked at each other and the two of them suddenly laughed silently and strangely. The lesson lasted a full hour and Jiang Luo was completely impressed with Wen Renlian, "I should have let you play the dandy I drew at the Angonese."

Wen Renlian smiles and sips his water lightly on a cloud. He looks gentle and kind, but in reality, he has a deep, dark stomach.

Jiang Luo, also a bright student, was quick to cite one thing and another, "I have a great idea, and maybe kill two birds with one stone, just in time to leave Tian Shifu."

He whispered his idea in Wen Renlian's ear and Wen Ren couldn't help but smile and gave him a thumbs up, "That's a good idea, Jiang Luo, you're not bad either."

Jiang Luo said modestly, "I can't compare to you."

Jiang Luo dialed Wang Santan's mobile phone number early the next morning.

Wang Santan took a few moments to pick up and said in an airy voice, "Hello?"

"Brother, it's me," Jiang Luo said, "are you with Sir?"

Wang Santan said, "Yes. I've just come out of the sir and it scared the hell out of me, I was so scared I was going to jump when the phone rang."

Jiang Luo sympathetically said, "You'll have to scare me again then, I have something I want to speak to Sir."

Wang Santan stiffened and returned to the study with his phone in his hand, and in front of Feng Li, his brothers looked at him as if he were a warrior, and handed the phone to him with trepidation, "Master, my younger brother has something to tell you.

Feng Li was writing down a talisman when he heard these words and the ink from his brush dripped onto the paper, destroying the talisman. He put down the brush, took a hand towel from a disciple and wiped his hands, slowly, for a minute, before taking the phone from Wang Santan.

He had just put the phone to his ear and before he could speak, Jiang Luo acted as if he knew someone else was listening, "Is that Sir?"

Feng Li lowered his eyes and casually took the coiled jade piece on the table in his hand and fondled it, saying indifferently, "Speak."

Jiang Luo, however, asked a few good questions and was silent for a while longer before saying cautiously, "Sir, I want to ...... want to leave Tian Shifu."

There was silence across the table.

A smile flashed in Jiang Luo's eyes as he leaned against the railing, took a careless puff of his cigarette and said in an apprehensive tone, "Sir?"

Feng Li finally opened his mouth, "Why."

"I'm sorry, sir," Jiang Luo apologised, "you are a good master, it's just that I have never been raised like this by a master since I was a child. I am not a good disciple, much less worthy of being your disciple. Every time I spend time with you, I get so stressed out I can't breathe ...... I don't like being controlled by my elders, I don't like having to be disciplined about the length of my hair, I don't like having to be knocked on the hand by you for saying the wrong word. Sir, you are well known and respected, there are countless people who want to be your disciple, I am not the only one."

In Tian Shifu's study, even in winter, the room was as warm as spring, but the brothers and teachers, who were still a little hot, felt a chill.

The room was so quiet that they could hear Jiang Luo's voice on the mobile phone as well.

Wang Santan's heart leapt with fear and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Feng Li.

There was silence, a short but seemingly choking silence, as Feng Li touched the jade dragon from its horns to its tail, and he said, "Come to Tian Shifu and speak to me face to face."

After saying this, Feng Li hung up the phone.

There was still no sound in the study and the lack of oxygen followed suit. Second Brother Shen Ruma's hangdog expression became tense and he was just about to dare to persuade his master when he saw Feng Li slam the jade dragon in his hand to the floor!

The jade dragon shattered into two halves, and jade dross flew everywhere. The loud sound was like a smash in the hearts of the brothers and teachers, which immediately told them to tense their skin and not even dare to move their hair.

"You go and bring him back," Feng Li's eyes were heavy, "and bring your young master to me before dinner."