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At night, Gu Ping opened the thin book titled "Light Canon" by the campfire. What kind of book was it? It was something Gu Ping had never seen before, written in simple language that conveyed straightforward principles, without any complex or obscure sentences. It was essentially teaching people to be good.
To Gu Ping, the only thing that seemed out of place was that the text actually promoted the idea of equality among all beings and advocated for breaking down class hierarchies. In a world that revered power and was filled with supernatural beliefs, achieving such ideals seemed unlikely, perhaps even impossible for Coco.
The morning forest felt somewhat eerie. Bu Luo was unlike the human realm; although there were occasional tales of strange individuals and supernatural creatures, most were just stories told by Mr. Book or meant to scare children. Gu Ping had never encountered any real ghosts or monsters.
A gust of cold wind blew through, sending a few sparks from the campfire onto Gu Ping's book. He quickly brushed them off and, seeing that the book was unharmed, felt relieved. In his eyes, the text he was supposed to deliver to Mo Ming Academy must contain some extraordinary secrets of immortality. If he could understand it, perhaps he would have a chance at cultivation. However, after reading it for several mornings, he had gone through the thin volume over a dozen times and still hadn’t grasped anything significant.
Gu Ping wondered if it was his reading method that was flawed or if he simply lacked talent. Even if he obtained the secrets of immortality, he might not comprehend them. No, Gu Ping refused to believe that; he kept reading it over and over again, becoming more meticulous with each pass.
Seeing Gu Ping nearly burying his face in the book, Stubbly Uncle grew impatient and said, “Aren't you tired of flipping through that worn-out book every day? It's ruining my moon-gazing experience.”
Gu Ping looked up at Stubbly Uncle's dusty face, which seemed like it hadn't been washed in a month, and replied in surprise, “I appreciate moon-gazing very much; why would I say pigs can fly?”
“Kid, how about you just shut up?” Stubbly Uncle retorted. He had helped Gu Ping before and now accompanied him on this errand without asking for anything in return; he didn’t want to treat him poorly. Stubbly Uncle scratched his leg; the calluses and stubble made a scratching sound that felt irritating to Gu Ping.
Gu Ping lowered his head back to the book and chose not to respond further.
Why was this kid so dull? He had just made a joke; why go back to reading? Stubbly Uncle picked up a piece of dry grass from the ground and began chewing on it.
Six months ago, when Gu Ping had just left home for half a month, he had been robbed of his money at the Pingjin ferry. At that moment of panic, Stubbly Uncle had brought the thief over to him. Gu Ping clearly remembered what Stubbly Uncle had said back then.
“He Liu Lao Jiu! They all have big beards! Look at my money; is there anything worth taking?” Liu Lao Jiu tossed over a package.
Gu Ping looked at the package and took out a couple of silver coins, saying, "Stubbled Uncle, give me that."
"Why, thank you! That’s too generous," Stubbled Uncle replied, his demeanor always humble.
"I don't deny," Gu Ping interrupted Liu Lao Jiu's words, wondering if he could ask the uncle to send him to the capital.
Liu Lao Jiu was taken aback by this suggestion. He instinctively loosened his grip on the thief's leg, allowing the thief to tumble to the ground and scramble away in a hurry. Gu Ping feared he would run off with the silver.
As soon as the words left Liu Lao Jiu's mouth, he realized it was a mistake. If he had wanted to run away, he would have done so long ago; why would he come back for silver? How could he know that the uncle had nothing of value? Liu Lao Jiu asked again.
Upon asking, Liu Lao Jiu felt even more foolish. If he had a son, would he be out here catching thieves? How could he expect help from someone else?
Indeed, he had just helped catch a thief for Gu Ping. But how could he have caught the thief without two Dongzi? Perhaps that kid was a bit clever after all! Liu Lao Jiu didn’t wait for Gu Ping to respond and snatched up the silver. "Let’s go!"
Gu Ping smiled and followed Stubbled Uncle. Although his appearance seemed quite shabby, who knew what hidden treasures lay beneath that disheveled exterior? "I don't deny," they say that High Legs are common folk.
The campfire gradually dwindled. Gu Ping had already placed his belongings against his chest and leaned against a large tree, falling asleep. Liu Lao Jiu, however, was still awake. He pulled out a wine gourd from his waist, opened the lid, and raised it toward a distant tree. "Who wants to join me for a drink?" He called out. The wine was exquisite, brought from the capital—something rarely enjoyed.
Gu Ping was startled awake by Liu Lao Jiu's words. He quickly prepared to flee if necessary while scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. After all, it had only been four days since they left the village; surely they weren’t being followed by bandits like Coco. Gu Ping pondered that perhaps they had encountered some mountain robbers.
Since I’m here now, I might as well drink alone, Liu Lao Jiu thought as he took a big swig from the gourd.
Gu Ping remained tense for a while but saw no one approaching. "Stubbled Uncle," he said cautiously, " Bu Fou.. should we be worried?"
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