sinovels #128 - Makes sense
#128 - Makes sense
After their long-awaited reunion, the two shared their experiences of the past two years.
Afterward, Gu Caiwei took Lu Jing to explore the capital, where they enjoyed the most famous wind stove hotpot and washed crab at Lintian Restaurant, and visited the four scenic spots of Lintian. As dusk fell, they returned hand in hand to Lu Jing's new residence.
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The moon shone brightly on the west wall, and they indulged in a night of passion.
It was not until late in the morning that Gu Caiwei dressed and reluctantly departed.
Meanwhile, Lu Jing had not forgotten the purpose of his trip to the capital.
Although he had now obtained an additional three months of 'Falling into the Mortal Realm,' granting him more time, the core issue remained unresolved.
His master's final words of advice echoed in his ears as they parted.
Lu Jing had resolved that even if the road ahead was fraught with danger, he would still explore that mysterious world.
He drew water from the well and first took a cold shower.
Although autumn had deepened and the weather had turned cooler, Lu Jing, relying on his profound inner strength, did not need to worry about catching a cold.
He put on the new clothes that Gu Caiwei had prepared for him.
Lu Jing hesitated, then decided not to bring Jiang Ji, Number Sixteen, and he also shook his head at Amu, who was eager to go.
Without knowing what mysterious methods the other side possessed, Lu Jing preferred to make the most conservative choice and go alone to sound out the mysterious organization.
Taking the wooden牌 Kui gave him and picking up his Zen staff, Lu Jing walked out of the mansion gate.
He asked around for the location of Hengji Coffin Shop, but perhaps because people found it unlucky, those he asked either shook their heads or hurriedly waved their hands, indicating they didn't know.
Lu Jing inquired around for a while, and finally, the owner of an incense shop told him how to get there, but the expression on his face seemed somewhat strange when he spoke.
Lu Jing quickly understood where that strange expression came from.
Looking at the tightly closed coffin shop in front of him, Lu Jing couldn't help but frown.
And another young man carrying a long spear next to him was also frowning.
Then, the two exchanged glances.
The young man stepped forward and knocked on the wooden door of the coffin shop, but there was no response from inside.
Turning his head, he saw that Lu Jing had already walked to the other end of the alley and was saying something to an old woman who was sunbathing outside her door. The old woman first shook her head, then nodded.
Then Lu Jing walked out of the alley.
Seeing this, the young man hurriedly caught up, first politely bowed, and then hurriedly asked, "Old lady, what did that person say to you just now?"
Upon hearing this, the old woman shook her head, pointed to her mouth, and even opened it to show the young man.
The place where her tongue should have been was empty.
"Are you mute?" The young man was stunned.
He had seen Lu Jing talking to the old woman earlier, and his expression was very natural, without showing any surprise from beginning to end, but he didn't expect that he was actually chatting with a mute.
No wonder the old woman only shook her head and nodded.
The young man scratched his head, feeling a little troubled.
He wanted to ask other people, but this alley was in a very remote location, and coupled with the presence of a coffin shop, there were usually not many people coming here.
So the young man finally used a clumsy method, he unsheathed the long spear from his back, held it in his arms, and then squatted in front of the coffin shop.
And he squatted there from noon until sunset.
The coffin shop across the street remained tightly closed, with no one entering or leaving.
The mute old woman sunbathing in the distance had long gone home to cook for her grandson, and the young man's stomach was growling with hunger.
But his stubbornness also seemed to have flared up, and he stared straight at the coffin shop, unmoving.
The next moment, he suddenly heard a voice from the alley entrance.
"Oh, you're still here."
"It's you?"
The young man also recognized the person speaking as the guy with the Zen staff who had stood in front of the door with him earlier, so he blurted out, "Are you here to buy a coffin too?"
"… … … …"
As soon as he said this, the young man clearly realized that it was inappropriate, and hurriedly added, "That's not what I meant."
"I know, and there's nothing wrong with saying it out loud. Of course, people who come to a coffin shop are here to buy coffins," Lu Jing said leisurely.
"Yes, yes," the young man chuckled.
"However," Lu Jing changed the subject, "it's probably useless for you to keep waiting here."
"Why?" The young man was taken aback.
"Because I asked an old lady who lives nearby before. I asked her if this shop had ever opened its doors, and she nodded."
"Never? Are you saying that there's no one inside at all?" The young man was skeptical.
"No, there must be someone inside," Lu Jing said, "Because if you look at the ground in front of the door and the dust on the door, you'll find that someone has been going in and out here recently."
"So that old lady was lying?"
"It's possible, but personally, I prefer another explanation, which is that the coffin shop is indeed not open during the time that the old lady can see it every day."
"The time she can see... Are you referring to daytime? Wait, would there be coffin shops in this world that do business at night?"
Although the young man himself didn't really believe in ghosts and gods, a coffin shop that only did business late at night still sounded a bit creepy, making him shiver.
"We'll know when the time comes," Lu Jing said, "Haven't you eaten anything yet? Do you want to get something to fill your stomach?"
"But it's already night," the young man said.
"There are still a lot of people on the street right now. I estimate that we'll have to wait a while before it opens. I made sure to eat my fill before I came, and I saw a shop selling sesame cakes not far from the alley entrance. If you want to eat, you can go buy a couple," Lu Jing kindly reminded him.
Upon hearing this, the young man hesitated again, but in the end, he chose to stay in place.
In his words, "We don't know when this coffin shop will open, or how long it will be open each time. I've already waited this long. If it just so happens to open when I go to buy sesame cakes, and then closes again when I come back, wouldn't I have waited all this time for nothing?"
"That makes sense," Lu Jing nodded, but didn't try to persuade him any further.
After a while, the young man suddenly spoke again, saying thank you.
"Thank you for what?" Lu Jing asked curiously.
"Thank you for reminding me that there are sesame cakes for sale at the entrance of the alley," the young man licked his lips and said, "And for not laughing at me for being silly after hearing what I said."