The First Venerable of the Prosperous Age

The hearse chugged through the bustling streets of Los Angeles, bouncing and jolting its way out of the city.

During the festival, the city gate was already bustling with traffic, with carriages stuck in a traffic jam, forcing them to stop after only two steps each time.

The hearse shuttled back and forth in the stable, and all sorts of noises and shouts came from all directions. Lu Xiaosan lay in the pile of corpses and complained, "It's not peaceful even outside the city."

The hearse was moving around when three loud thuds suddenly came from beside us.

The old man was startled and lost his balance, crashing directly into it.

Judging from the fact that this carriage is coming from the opposite direction and is trimmed with gold, it must belong to someone who is either a high-ranking official or a wealthy family.

A heavily made-up face emerged from the carriage. The woman, in her early twenties, saw that it was a hearse that had crashed into them and looked at them with disdain: "Ugh! What bad luck, what bad luck!"

The old man pulling the hearse quickly smiled and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll be on my way right away."

The woman ignored her and shouted ahead, "Meng Lang, Meng Lang, come quick! He scratched our car!"

Looking at the person driving the horse, he was a young gentleman dressed in fine clothes.

At that moment, he was holding two drumsticks, with a large drum beneath him, and was banging on the drum while shouting and cursing, "Get out of my way, make way for me, I'm in a hurry!"

"Boom boom boom!" The deafening drumbeats rang out again, and even the woman in his car covered her ears and cursed.

When the driver heard his wife calling him, he turned around abruptly and saw the old man pulling the hearse. He angrily cursed, "Do you want to die?! How dare you touch my beloved carriage!"

The man quickly bowed and apologized, saying, "I'll leave right away, I'll leave right away..."

"Your hearse suddenly drifted and scratched our gold-trimmed carriage. You still want to leave?" the woman mocked from inside the carriage.

In reality, the money for these repairs was just half a day's pocket money for the young master. However, this woman was greedy and wicked, and she enjoyed tormenting the weak and wanted to see them driven to desperation.

The old man was shocked upon hearing this, his hand slipped from his grasp, and he stood there trembling uncontrollably, stammering, "How...how could this be?"

"Hmph, I'm afraid even if you sold your whole family, you wouldn't be able to pay for my carriage. No, how could someone like you have a family? Hahaha."

The old man broke out in a cold sweat, his face ashen. He rushed to the car and cried out in a panic, "I'll fix it for you, I'll fix it for you... Please, please don't touch my family... Please."

He kept picking at the gold trim on the carriage, thinking, "Hurry up and restore it! Hurry up!"

"What are you doing! Don't touch my carriage! Meng Lang! Meng Lang! Come and see!" the woman exclaimed from inside the carriage.

“Dong dong dong…” Meng Lang stopped playing the drum, turned around and shouted, “What!” He then got out of the carriage.

"What are you doing! Don't touch it with your dirty hands!" Meng Lang rushed up and pushed the old man who was trying to trim the edges away. At this moment, the woman in the car also got out angrily.

The woman looked at the old man lying on the ground and laughed, "You damaged the gold trim and you dirtied my carriage with your hands, so you should compensate us at least twenty taels."

The old man was stunned, speechless. "Twenty...twenty taels..."

"Hmph, can't pay? If you can't pay, then your whole family will pay with their lives!"

"You..." The old man suddenly looked up, only to be slapped several times across the face by the woman.

The old man was stunned by the beating and stared blankly at the woman.

The latter, hands on hips, radiated arrogance, shouting, "What are you looking at? So what if I hit you? You'd better put up with it! Humph! Go ahead and report me to the authorities if you dare! Do you know who my father is?"

The old man was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Please, spare me, spare my family. Twenty taels... I will definitely find a way to raise twenty taels. Please... please give me some more time."

Other passersby, hearing the commotion, couldn't help but turn their attention to the scene and whisper among themselves, "Of all the cars you could have hit, you had to hit this one."

"Exactly, look at that guy banging a big drum, as if he's afraid people won't know that the road belongs to his family."

"So what if he has a little money? He'll start threatening every corpse truck driver. Sigh."

"Forget it, let's not get involved. We're already too busy with our own things, let's not make trouble for ourselves."

"Exactly, that hearse smelled awful. Just looking at it was unlucky enough, let alone passing by."

So many families who drive cars just stand by and watch an old man kneeling on the ground being humiliated like this.

The woman sneered twice, circling the hearse as she said, "You say you want more time? With your skills as a cart puller, you probably couldn't even scrape together twenty taels of silver even if you buried everyone in the entire city of Luo!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bald man suddenly sat up in the hearse and bit the woman's hand.

The woman was terrified when she saw the monk's forehead veins bulging, his face deathly pale, and his eyes bloodshot. "Oh my god! Mother!"

The woman tried to pull her hand away, but the harder she tried, the more intense the pain of her hand being torn apart became, and blood quickly flowed down her fingers into her palm and onto the ground.

The woman cried out in pain, stretching out her other hand and pleading, "Meng Lang! Meng Lang! Please save me!"

"Ghost, ghost! The dead have come back to life..." Meng Lang was already startled by this sudden scene and hadn't recovered yet.

"Waaaaah!" With a loud scream, Lu Xiaosan ripped three layers of skin and flesh off the woman's finger!

"Ahhh—!" The woman let out a heart-wrenching scream, then fainted from the pain and collapsed to the ground.

Everyone looked on with trepidation at Lu Xiaosan, who had just sat up from the hearse.

He was covered in blood, his face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Thick blood was flowing down his chin, and he was panting heavily in the car like a wild beast. What else could he be but a living corpse!

"A ghost! It's a zombie!" Meng Lang and the others shouted in unison!

In an instant, carriages and pedestrians fled or scattered, and dust billowed up across the entire road.

Meng Lang glanced at his wife lying on the ground, then at Lu Xiaosan, who was eyeing him menacingly from the hearse. In the end, he gritted his teeth, abandoned his wife, and got back into the carriage.

Just as he was about to spur his horse and flee, "Boom!" A sound suddenly came from behind the carriage.

Startled, Meng Lang hurriedly turned around and saw Lu Xiaosan, with a fierce expression, picking at the gold trim on his car while glaring at him angrily.

"Ah!" Meng Lang was so frightened that he fell off the carriage and ran away frantically, shouting, "Master Ghost, here you go, take it all, please don't bother me!"

Seeing that everyone around him had run far away, the old man knelt on the ground, staring blankly at Lu Xiaosan, "Young man, you..."

Lu Xiaosan struggled to climb onto the carriage, saying, "Stand...up. Don't kneel!"

The old man stood up, supporting his numb legs, and said blankly, "Then... young brother..." Just then, several expensive pieces of jewelry suddenly flew into the carriage.

"This...is this?"

“Take this…it can get you and your family…a lot of…good stuff,” Lu Xiaosan said from inside the carriage.

The old man hesitated, "But...but it's like this..."

"Don't be afraid, he... abandoned the car himself and ran away. It's like he found it... not stolen it. If the authorities insist on questioning him... well, just pin it all on me..."

"If...it really doesn't work out, you can...take...your...family...and run away. This...jewelry...is...definitely...enough...for...you...to...live...for...a lifetime..."

The old man had never owned anything so valuable before, and his hands were trembling with excitement.

"Remember to find a good burial spot for them...they...they were my brothers who spent Qixi Festival with me...phew..."

After saying that, Lu Xiaosan kicked the drum over, picked up the whip, and drove away.

Clutching the jewelry in his hand, the old man watched the departing car on the empty road, his eyes brimming with emotion. "You...you really are...a reincarnation of a living Buddha..."

As Lu Xiaosan drove the carriage, his strength waned and his breathing became increasingly difficult.

On his deathbed, he didn't want to think about anything anymore; he just wanted to find a beautiful place to rest.

So he abandoned the main road and drove his carriage onto a country path.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light ahead. "Illusion? Could it be... could it be... that my time is up..." Lu Xiaosan thought to himself.

As you get closer, you can see what appears to be a figure in front of you, with its arms outstretched, blocking the car.

"So they deliberately tried to scam me because they thought this carriage was expensive!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Xiaosan became furious and quickened his pace with the whip.

With a loud thud, accompanied by a long neigh from the horse, the figure was sent flying and landed on the ground some distance away.

Lu Xiaosan sneered, "Trying to extort me? Dream on!"