Chapter 19: Zhuang is always lenient to himself and strict with others

"Alright, I have paid the reward. Goodbye." Just as Li Mochou was about to walk away, Zhuang Buran said nonchalantly:

"Looking at you rushing without stopping, could it be that you are looking for a lover?"

"How do you know my affairs so clearly?" Li Mochou's brows locked tightly:

"I have lived on the mountain since I was young and have never stepped into the Jianghu, yet you know my surname first and then know what I am going to do."

"For this world, Zhuang can be considered an immortal of the world, possessing some ability to calculate heavenly secrets," Zhuang Buran said gracefully.

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou's eyes were full of strangeness, and there seemed to be a little pity, thinking that although this person was young and had high martial arts, he did not expect him to be a fool or a delusional person with a bad brain.

"Hehe, don't believe it?"

Zhuang Buran smiled lightly:

"This time you will be greatly disappointed. You can just wait and see."

"I don't believe it." Li Mochou turned and left.

Three days later.

In the Jiangnan region, if one were to say there are thousands of Lu Family Villages, but to speak of the most prestigious Lu Jiazhuang, there are only the Taihu Lu Jiazhuang and the Jiaxing Lu Jiazhuang.

On this day, the Jiaxing Lu Jiazhuang was full of joy, with guests gathering and being exceptionally lively. It was the big wedding day of the village master's son, Lu Zhanyuan.

The entrance of the Lu Jiazhuang was bustling, with many guests coming to watch the ceremony. A green-robed youth mixed in without changing his expression. After entering the village, he looked around with great interest and thought to himself:

"By rights, Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun should have married in two or three years. I didn't expect it to be advanced. In that case, Zhuang should have something to gain again."

Immediately, in the courtyard outside the front hall, he found a quiet wine table seat. If anyone came to talk, he would just muddle through with a few sentences.

Before long, the auspicious time arrived, and he saw the newlyweds walking slowly into the front hall.

When Zhuang Buran saw Lu Zhanyuan, he couldn't help but nod, thinking:

"The skin is not bad. No wonder he can make a girl who has not yet entered the world miss him."

Just as the newlyweds were about to bow to heaven and earth, a girl in an apricot-yellow dress broke in with a cold face.

"Lu Zhanyuan, you heartless and ungrateful hypocrite, why did you break your oath, why did you betray me?"

"Mochou, why are you here?" Lu Zhanyuan walked out of the hall quickly, his face full of guilt:

"Yuanjun and I have a mutual understanding and are in love. Now that we are getting married, I can only say sorry to you."

"Hahaha..." Li Mochou laughed until tears fell, saying:

"Before, you said all the sweet words to me, saying that even if you died a thousand or ten thousand times for me, you would have no regrets. I didn't expect that we had only been separated for a few months, and you changed your heart."

Hearing the movement outside, He Yuanjun decisively lifted the red veil and walked out. Li Mochou looked at her appearance and sneered:

"Standing tall and beautiful, truly a young and beautiful girl."

In an instant, she flicked her slender hand, and several crystal needle rays shot toward the major death points of He Yuanjun's body.

"Amitabha!"

At the critical moment, a Buddhist chant sounded. A string of prayer beads flicked away the needle rays, and then the prayer beads bounced back to an old monk with white eyebrows.

Li Mochou's figure stiffened. Feeling the strength of the white-browed old monk throwing the prayer beads, she knew that her cultivation was far inferior to his.

"Lu kid, Yuanjun is my adopted daughter. As the saying goes, the command of parents and the words of the matchmaker—I haven't even agreed, how can you privately marry?" A man who looked honest and capable broke in.

Uninvited guests came one after another, making the guests present somewhat overwhelmed. And Zhuang Buran, who had been concentrating on eating and drinking, finally raised his head at this time, his eyes flashing with a glimmer of light.

"Today, as long as I, Wu Santong, am here, your Lu family's marriage will not be completed, because I do not agree."

Lu Zhanyuan first protected He Yuanjun, who was still in shock, behind him, and then said:

"Father-in-law..."

Wu Santong interrupted angrily:

"Who is your father-in-law? Don't try to climb the family tree."

His tone softened, and he shouted:

"Yuanjun, I heard it outside. This kid is a heartless man, and now he is being sought after by another girl. He is truly not a good match. Come home with your father quickly."

"Adoptive father, I am in love with Zhanyuan. Please, adoptive father, fulfill us." He Yuanjun looked firm.

"Yuanjun, don't be fooled by this kid again." Wu Santong was so angry that his face turned fierce:

"No matter what, don't even think about completing this marriage today."

"What kind of behavior is this? If your master knew that you were causing trouble at your own adopted daughter's wedding, I fear he would be greatly disappointed in you."

The old monk from the Tianlong Temple stood up from his seat, walked out step by step, finished speaking to Wu Santong, and then looked at Li Mochou:

"Female benefactor, you should understand that with your martial arts, you cannot win against this old monk. Things in the world are unsatisfactory eight or nine times out of ten. Why doesn't the female benefactor try to let go?"

"I miss him day and night, but he discards me like worn-out shoes. If I don't report this breath, I swear I won't be human."

Li Mochou said stubbornly:

"You had better kill me today. Otherwise, I will definitely return the pain they have inflicted on me a hundredfold or a thousandfold."

"Amitabha, all grace and love will meet, right and wrong are hard to last long. Because of love, worry is born; because of love, fear is born. If one is away from love..."

The white-browed old monk put his hands together:

"This old monk has a proposal. I wonder if the female benefactor would like to hear it?"

"Speak." Li Mochou spat out a word.

"You also know that this old monk's martial arts are better than yours. If you force revenge, it will only increase sorrow. It is better to leave first and set a ten-year agreement. If after ten years, you are already light and breezy, it will naturally be a happy ending. If you are still painful and uncomfortable, you can come for revenge, and this old monk will never interfere."

"I wonder what the female benefactor thinks?"

"Alright, since I can't beat you, I will wait ten years." Li Mochou said through gritted teeth, glared hatefully at Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun, and turned to leave.

After a while, the white-browed old monk looked at Wu Santong:

"As for you, this old monk will take you back to see your master."

"Why take such a person back?" A green-robed youth suddenly appeared behind Wu Santong and patted him.

Wu Santong immediately felt something sinking into his flesh and firmly nailed into the joints of his bones. Instinctively, he tried to resist with internal energy, but suddenly felt a heart-wrenching and liver-tearing pain.

"Ah!"

Immediately, he rolled on the ground in agony, screaming repeatedly.

"Bone-Attached Nail!" The white-browed old monk's eyes were very vicious.

"The master is a high monk of a generation. Zhuang does not believe you cannot see why this person came to cause trouble at the wedding."

Zhuang Buran shook his head:

"Tsk tsk, things in the world are full of wonders. There really is a hypocritical, despicable, and shameless person who secretly falls in love with his adopted daughter."

As soon as this was said, there was an uproar in the field. The disciple of one of the Five Greats of the Jianghu had an immoral feeling for his adopted daughter. This was much more explosive than the previous ones, and many guests discussed it, most of them looking at Wu Santong with disdain.

"Please be careful with your words, benefactor!" The white-browed old monk frowned.

"Why?" Zhuang Buran showed a trace of sarcasm: "Can do it, but can't say it?"

Without any warning, he patted the ground, and the palm force broke one of Wu Santong's legs:

"Come, you say it."

"Kill me, kill me." Wu Santong wailed endlessly.

"Wrong answer."

With a "whoosh," another palm force appeared. The white-browed old monk quickly used his index finger to strike a thick force.

It should have accurately blocked the palm force, but with a "crack," Wu Santong's other leg was also broken.

"Benefactor's palm force is extraordinary. This old monk admires it. I wonder if the benefactor has heard a saying: 'Forgive others when you can'."

"That is truly unfortunate. Zhuang is always lenient to himself and strict with others," Zhuang Buran said unhurriedly:

"Furthermore, I want to argue for three points even when I am unreasonable. Why should I forgive others when I am reasonable?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 20 =====