Mortal Mirror

The crescent moon hung like a hook in the sky. Li Ergou marveled at the skill of the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar. Seeing that no one was around, he immediately took out the hundred taels of silver from his chest and threw them into the mirror to be duplicated. To his surprise, two piles of silver coins fell out in a short while.

He was overjoyed. He threw his original portion back into the mirror to store it. After calculating, he realized that he had saved a total of one hundred and fifty taels of silver. He thought that this amount would be enough for him and Cuihua to live a happy life after leaving the Huang family.

With this thought, he couldn't help but giggle foolishly. Looking at the night sky, he knew he had to hurry to the clinic. If he missed the appointment, Huang Batian would definitely not let him off easily.

Without further ado, he hurried towards the clinic.

The night was dark. At the entrance of Tiangou Town, a person rushed in from elsewhere, chanting, "Walking, walking, playing, playing, I don't worry about being unlearned, I never tell the truth to anyone, I even steal from the tiger's mouth."

On the dark street, a man dressed as a Taoist, holding a Bagua flag, carrying a large bamboo basket, and pushing a small cart, walked along while constantly chanting.

The Bagua flag had a Yin-Yang symbol and Bagua diagrams on one side, and three large characters, 'Wu Divine Immortal,' written on the other.

The bamboo basket was bulging, and it was unclear what was inside. The small cart was covered with bamboo candy sticks, small windmills, and various talismans covered with incantations. There were also many picture books and books, making him a Taoist who sold goods.

Just as he was happy, the Taoist saw two people chasing each other from afar. He exclaimed, "Oh my, please, if you want to fight, go somewhere else. This Taoist hasn't offended you."

The more one worries about something, the more likely it is to happen. The two people, one attacking and one running, made constant noises. It seemed like the fight was fierce, and blood was constantly splashing in the air, but it was unknown whose blood it was.

As they got closer, the Taoist realized that one of them was dressed in rags, looking like a beggar. This person was the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar who had been urinated on by Li Ergou. The black-clothed man behind him was Wu Lao Jiu, who was chasing him.

At that moment, a gust of wind blew, and a smell of urine wafted towards the Taoist.

The Taoist smelled the stench, his face changed slightly, and he pinched his nose from afar, saying with disgust, "What's going on? Did someone wet their pants? Why does it smell so strongly of urine?"

The beggar had sharp ears. Hearing the Taoist's words, he felt wronged and said, "That Taoist friend, it wasn't me who peed. You might not believe it, but someone peed all over me. Damn it, maybe he's young and full of fire, it really stinks."

This Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar was a peculiar person. Even at this moment, he had to defend his reputation, truly a remarkable man.

The Taoist thought that the black-clothed man was the one who peed, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Is that so? I say, you peed on someone and you're still chasing him, isn't that a bit too much? Be a decent person, don't fight all the time. We're all adults, why not sit down, make some tea, and talk it over properly?

There's a reason for everything. The pugilistic world isn't just about fighting. If we talk it over, we can all be friends in the future, wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"You stinky Taoist, shut up! If you keep talking, I'll beat you to death too!" Wu Lao Jiu was already annoyed, and hearing the Taoist's words made him even more upset, so he shouted loudly.

The Taoist curled his lips, somewhat displeased, "I say you're young, and you don't admit it. These are all wise words. When you enter the pugilistic world, you'll understand.

The mortal world is full of grievances and love, but it's just a pot of wine and a dream. Why are you so obsessed?"

"That's right, that's right, young man, talk nicely. Why do you have to fight? We're all people of the pugilistic world, what's wrong with talking? Didn't I tell you that I accidentally wiped my butt with your broken book when I went to the toilet? I didn't do it on purpose. I'll just buy a few more copies to compensate you."

Wu Lao Jiu said angrily, "Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar, stop deceiving me! I don't believe you. If you don't return my family's ancestral book today, I swear I'll never rest until you're dead!"

The Taoist now understood the situation. It turned out that this young man wasn't angry about the peeing incident, but for another reason. Robbing someone's ancestral treasure, that kind of hatred is very strong. He had to avoid it to prevent getting burned.

The Taoist had been wandering for many years and naturally knew the principle of self-preservation, so he obediently chose to shut up, watching the two fighting fiercely and wonderfully. He couldn't help but take out a small bench and a handful of melon seeds to watch and comment.

After watching for a while, he couldn't help but be nosy and said, "I say, old beggar, you're being timid. How can you do that? You'll definitely get hit sooner or later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the beggar shout 'Ouch!' He had been stabbed in the butt.

The beggar was also angry and said, "Stinky Taoist, you jinx! Today, I'll overturn your stall."

The old beggar did a somersault and came in front of the Taoist. With a wave of his hand, he overturned the small cart.

The Taoist's eyes widened, and he was immediately furious, "You damned bastard, we have no grudges, and you overturn my stall! I, Wu Daozi of Qianji Cave, will never let you go!"

In fact, neither Wu Daozi nor Wu Lao Jiu had expected that the Nine-Fingered Divine Beggar was very cunning. When he overturned the stall, he secretly threw an ancient, nameless booklet with a picture of a person sitting cross-legged on the cover into the picture books. This was the ancestral book of Wu Lao Jiu's family.

The old beggar was happy to see that his plan had succeeded. Looking at Wu Lao Jiu, he thought, 'You brat, your father tricked my beloved Ruhua away back then, causing me to be loveless and without support for the rest of my life.

I didn't resent your father, and I didn't retaliate against your family, which was already giving your mother face.

I just stole a broken book from your family. The more you care, the happier I am. The more you suffer, the happier I am. I just want to make everyone in your family sad and anxious, so that you can never find that book, and it's best if you get sores on your mouth from the stress, and you're so dry that you can't poop.

With this thought, the old beggar grinned at the Taoist and said, "You cursed me to be injured, and I overturned your stall. Isn't that even? The pugilistic world is vast, see you again if we're destined."

Saying that, he kicked his legs and flew away, leaving dust and smoke in the sky, so carefree.

Wu Lao Jiu was furious and shouted, "Stinky beggar, stop running! I won't let you go even if it's the end of the world!"

The corners of Wu Dao Ren's mouth twitched, but he still restrained the swear words he was about to utter. In the end, he actually comforted himself, "Oh, we're all people of the pugilistic world, why should I be so concerned? The mortal world is full of troubles. If I don't worry, who can disturb me?"

The old Taoist was indeed an old Taoist, and his depressed mood immediately healed.