Chapter 245: 244: Do I Have to Pick a Day to Beat You?

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Chapter 245: Chapter 244: Do I Have to Pick a Day to Beat You? What’s this, Qingping Temple is a shady temple?! Qin Liuxi rolled up her sleeves, ready to throw punches. Her temple, which she painstakingly managed to fund for renovations and road maintenance, was just beginning to improve. Now someone dares to accuse Qingping Temple of being shady? Qing Yuan quickly held her back. Fighting would not do; if a monk were to hit someone, that reputation would spread throughout Da Feng, and Qingping Temple would indeed become notorious. They desired fame, but not this kind of infamous reputation. Unappealing, isn’t it? Qing Yuan advised, “He left the house without brushing his teeth; his mouth stinks. You shouldn’t hit him; what if you hurt your hand?” Qin Liuxi hadn’t even spoken yet. When from behind them came an arrogant voice: “Yuan Meng, slap him for this young master, I want to knock out two of his teeth.” “Yes.” Before everyone’s eyes in a blur, Someone darted over, grabbed Scholar Lai’s collar, and delivered two crisp slaps across his face, the sound thunderously loud, making everyone’s cheeks feel sore. Scholar Lai, stars in his eyes from the impact, was completely dumbfounded. His mouth tasted bloody sweet, something crackled inside it, he turned his head and spat out. Two teeth mixed with blood and spit fell before everyone’s eyes. Exactly two. No more, no less. Wow. The crowd was in uproar, frightened, they looked at the obviously playboy noble and instinctively stepped back. Scholar Nian and the others were even more terrified. Where did this little demon come from? How could he just strike someone like that? “How could you hit someone...” Scholar Lai, his face swollen on one side, pointed at Mu Xi. “If you point at this young master again, I’ll chop off your fingers and feed them to the dogs,” Mu Xi arrogantly said. “I hit you because I hit you, do I need to pick a day?” Was his reputation as the number one playboy just for show? Scholar Lai immediately retracted his hand, as he was someone observant and knew the person before him truly dared to act. Mu Xi snorted, “Not so arrogant anymore? Don’t dare to call it a shady temple again, do you? This young master is here getting a peace charm, you call it a shady temple, are you implying this young master has been tricked? Won’t that be a loss of face for me?” Everyone: Is this the logic? Not because you are a tyrant who hits at will? “Just a mere Scholar, yet you dare to spout such nonsense, saying that scholars around the world should condemn Qingping Temple, forget it.” Mu Xi spat out disdainfully: “This young master has never seen anyone more arrogant than himself.” Except for Qin Liuxi, that rascal is actually more arrogant. “You, Qingping Temple ignoring those in peril, do you even have any justifications?” “If we don’t rescue, then we don’t, why should we? Who said monks must always save people? If you are looking for monks full of compassion, you’ve come to the wrong place. Isn’t Wuxiang Temple right over the next mountain? Go there and find monks full of compassion. Here is a Taoist Temple.” Qin Liu looked on, pleased. The talisman wasn’t given in vain. “But the person was injured here, since you can heal, why not do so?” A scholar nervously said, “There should be an explanation, right?” “It’s your own carelessness, why blame the Daoist Temple? As for not treating...” Mu Xi glanced at Qin Liuxi, why? “Blessings to the Infinite. Buqiu, first tend to his injuries,” Master Chi Yuan and Yu Changkong approached and, seeing the scene before them, instructed with a smile. Qin Liuxi was reluctant. “Causality is determined by fate; since the man got injured on the back mountain, tending to his wounds is appropriate,” Chi Yuan added. Qin Liuxi pouted, then went over to Tang Xiucai. She forcefully tore his already slashed and blood-stained sleeve, revealing a deep, bone-revealing cut on his right forearm, the wound ghastly. Qin Liuxi’s gaze fell on the black aura clinging to the wound as he chuckled coldly. Yu Changkong also saw it and frowned subconsciously, looking to Master Chi Yuan beside him: “Temple master, he...” Master Chi Yuan indifferently stated: “It’s the karmic retribution; once the cause is set, the effect follows. My lord, it’s better to see through things but not expose them.” Yu Changkong fell silent after hearing this. Qin Liuxi formed a spell with his fingers, eradicating the evil spirit attached to the wound, and said, “You want to be treated, so I will treat you. But I must tell you, this hand of yours is useless now. Qing Yuan, bring my medical box here.” “Yes.” Several scholars were startled by Qin Liuxi’s words and asked, “Esteemed Daoist, what do you mean by this? Mr. Tang is supposed to compete next year, how can his hand be useless? Can’t you cure it?” “I could cure it this time, and then there will be next time, and the time after that,” Qin Liuxi replied indifferently. “Some people wish for him to be incapable, so he will not be able to compete or take the examination.” As she spoke, she stared into Tang Xiucai’s eyes, “As for the reasons, you know what you have done. There’s no need for me to elaborate, you are aware in your heart.” Tang Xiucai’s pupils constricted suddenly, his face white without a trace of blood, his gaze dodging subconsciously. Behind him, Scholar Nian, who was supporting him, felt his body tremble and was greatly annoyed by his misfortune. The other scholars also seemed uneasy, feeling inexplicably chilly on their backs and swallowing their saliva. This Daoist temple, somewhat eerie. Qing Yuan personally fetched the medical box, and a smart little Daoist brought along a basin of water and a cotton cloth. All things were placed beside Qin Liuxi, who directly tore off the fabric of Tang Xiucai’s sleeve, revealing the entire forearm, then washed the wound with clean water, took out some golden sore medicine from the box and sprinkled it on the wound, saying, “You’re getting a bargain here.” If Qi Qian were here, he wouldn’t be willing to use this golden sore medicine. Once the medicine was applied, the bleeding stopped immediately. The guard beside Mu Xi noticed it and his eyes glimmered with desire towards that bottle of medicine as he grabbed his lord’s hand. Good medicine, must have it. Being a guard, injuries were common, and such a quick blood-stopping medicine seemed like a lifesaving drug to them. Unaware of the guard’s thoughts, Qin Liuxi threaded a curved needle with clean mulberry bark thread and prepared to start suturing. “Suture, you are going to suture?” Tang Xiucai was so frightened that his eyes rolled back. “If we don’t suture, just let it rot, and you can go find a doctor to apply medicine yourselves,” Qin Liuxi acted as if she was about to put the needle and thread back into the box, as if she cared to help. Hearing the word “rot,” Tang Xiucai shivered and quickly said, “Please suture, go ahead.” Reluctantly, Qin Liuxi huffed, “Bear with it.” This man doesn’t deserve anesthesia; he should be sutured without it. As the needle pierced through the wound, Tang Xiucai screamed in pain, sweat soaking his forehead. Qin Liuxi stuffed the cotton cloth into his mouth to block the screams: “So noisy, you’re causing my hand to shake. If I suture wrong, don’t blame me.” How brutal! Everyone watched her timidly. Qin Liuxi then continued to suture; her stitching was not like ordinary mending of clothes but was done in two layers, both inner and outer, which would help the wound heal better. Her suturing was fast and steady, completely disregarding Tang Xiucai’s agonized expression and the crowd of pale-faced onlookers. Only the guards beside Mu Xi, each with a gleam in their eyes, had seen the depth of the wound now being neatly stitched seemed to appear more promising for healing than just applying medicine. And indeed, the stitched lines were quite aesthetically pleasing; even if scars remained, they probably wouldn’t show. The fact that she did not use anesthesia, even watching it made their hearts chill. She seemed to be doing it on purpose, truly frightening—a person not to be offended indeed.

Chapter 245: 244: Do I Have to Pick a Day to Beat You?

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