Chapter 87

Huguang Province, Baoqing Prefecture.

Li Miao and Yongjie stepped into the city gate.

At this time, Yongjie's hands were already covered in bandages, his left hand was hanging on his chest, and he was walking with a limp, covered in injuries. If it weren't for his solid internal strength and solid foundation, he probably wouldn't have been able to walk.

The soldiers guarding the gate saw his miserable state and asked a few more questions, but Li Miao stuffed them with some money and brushed them off.

Since the two met, more than half a month had passed.

The two had become quite familiar, and Li Miao smiled at Yongjie: "Master, are you hungry?"

Yongjie touched his stomach: "A little."

Li Miao nodded: "If it weren't for Master needing to handle things here, we would have arrived at the city ahead and rested."

Yongjie apologized, and Li Miao waved his hand, indicating that he was just saying it casually.

The two went to a wine shop, ordered some dishes, and ate.

After eating and drinking, Li Miao played with the wine cup in his hand and said to Yongjie: "Master, not resting today?"

"You have lost too much blood. No matter how thick your Qi is, no matter how high your martial arts are, you can't stand this kind of tossing."

"If you don't slow down, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on."

Yongjie smiled bitterly and said to Li Miao: "Thank you for your concern, Benefactor, this monk has things to do, I won't seek death."

"It's just that these debts, this monk has dragged on for too long. Right now, this is the last place in Huguang Province."

"It's good to pay them back a day earlier."

"As you wish." Li Miao said. He just mentioned it, without forcing Yongjie to change his mind.

Anyway, with him around, Yongjie wouldn't die.

The two sat and digested their food, then stood up and went to the street.

Yongjie stopped a passerby, stepped forward, and bowed: "Benefactor, greetings."

He was tall and rough, and his appearance was also coarse, and he was a bald head, looking fierce and evil.

The man was suddenly stopped by him and couldn't help but feel fear. It wasn't until he heard Yongjie's words that he felt a little better.

Looking at Yongjie's bald head, he thought: "Where did this fierce monk come from, can he beg for alms?"

On the surface, he smiled and asked: "Master, what's the matter?"

"May I ask, is there a Huiyou Escort Agency here ten years ago, is it still here?"

"Huiyou Escort Agency..." The man thought for a while: "Oh, you mean the one of Hero Song, right?"

"It's long gone! However, his family is still here, and his son-in-law has opened a small escort agency, which is just ahead."

He pointed: "Look, turn left ahead, the one with the escort flag on the door, called Baoqing Escort Agency."

"Thank you, Benefactor."

Yongjie thanked him and walked in the direction the man pointed, with Li Miao following behind.

Not long after, they arrived at the door of Baoqing Escort Agency.

The door was open, Yongjie stepped forward, knocked on the door handle, and shouted loudly: "Excuse me, is anyone there?"

"Coming, coming."

A man in his thirties answered from inside and smiled: "Is there an escort?"

Yongjie shook his head: "No, I'm here to pay a debt."

"Pay a debt?"

The man listened, looked Yongjie up and down, and smiled: "You've come to the wrong door, my family has never borrowed money from anyone, and I don't know you."

"Who is your creditor? My family has been in this Baoqing Prefecture for many years, and the neighbors all know me, so I don't mind showing you the way."

Yongjie stepped forward, put his hands together, and bowed.

"May I ask, does the Benefactor know Hero Song Yanchao?"

"Ah?"

The man was stunned.

"He is my father-in-law... Benefactor, no, Master, are you looking for him?"

"Exactly, this monk owed Hero Song a debt many years ago, and I am here to pay it back."

The man smiled reluctantly.

"Master has come a bit late."

"My father-in-law passed away last year."

"If it weren't for my father-in-law passing away, my family wouldn't have been reduced to living on such a small escort agency."

Yongjie let out a long sigh.

"Is that so... may I ask, is your wife here, can I see her?"

"This monk's debt must be paid to her personally."

The man had no objection.

Since his father-in-law passed away, his martial arts were poor, and his wife didn't practice martial arts, the two couldn't take over the industry of Huiyou Escort Agency, and gradually the tree fell and the monkeys scattered.

Now they only lived on this small escort agency, and their days were tight. Yongjie inexplicably wanted to pay a debt, no matter how much, at least it would allow the two to live comfortably for a few days.

The man let Yongjie and Li Miao into the living room, poured some tea, and turned to find his wife.

Li Miao took a sip of tea, only to find it coarse and hard to swallow, which also showed that the family's life was stretched thin.

Doing business, the most important thing is the facade. If you can't even afford tea to entertain guests, it proves that the family's business is really not going to last.

Putting down the teacup, Li Miao turned to look at Yongjie: "Master, what is owed this time?"

"Don't tell me it's the neck, you wouldn't have survived your last injury without me watching you. You might not be able to handle another one."

"No."

Yongjie hung his left hand on his neck and raised his right hand to indicate.

"It's here, I owe a hand tendon."

"Oh." Li Miao nodded and continued to ask.

"Speaking of which, does Master Xingchi know you're tossing yourself like this?"

"With Master's martial arts, Shaolin wouldn't be willing to let you ruin yourself like this, right?"

Master Xingchi, the current abbot of Shaolin, over ninety years old, a Pinnacle expert. Yongjie's master.

This person was one of the few people Li Miao "admired" in this Jianghu. Otherwise, with Li Miao's mouth, ordinary people wouldn't get a respectful title from him.

Master Xingchi was a true monk.

Not just martial arts, but also virtue.

Back then, there was a disaster in Fujian, stretching for a hundred li, and the people were displaced. It was this Master Xingchi who opened the temple gate to receive the people into the temple to avoid the disaster.

This disaster lasted for several months, and many people conceived children here.

In the disaster, it was not easy to find a midwife.

This Master Xingchi broke the rules, relied on his martial arts foundation, covered his eyes, and personally delivered these women, his hands full of filthy blood.

This matter was treated as a joke by many villains in the Jianghu at the time, and many dirty jokes were made. But Xingchi didn't care at all, just doing things and saving people.

Later, food was not enough, and the mothers were empty of blood and Qi after giving birth, with nothing to nourish them.

This Master Xingchi warmed them with his own Qi one by one.

At that time, he was already a Pinnacle expert, and he actually exhausted his Qi to the point of being drained, injuring his foundation, leaving behind dark injuries, and his martial arts never made any progress in his life.

In fact, with his aptitude, he originally had hope of crossing the Pinnacle.

By the time the disaster passed, there were exactly one hundred and eight babies born in Shaolin Temple.

The families of these one hundred and eight children, to thank Master Xingchi, made a hundred-patch robe with the babies' swaddling clothes and gave it to Master Xingchi.

And this was just one of the good deeds Master Xingchi did in his life.