Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Chu Yu was just an ordinary person, how could he hurt Jiang Wuqi, so after Feng Rugui invited all the believers out, he sat cross-legged on the futon, yawning calmly.

Chu Yu had a deep relationship with her deceased husband, and she dared not forget the day of her deceased husband's death. On the day of her deceased husband's burial, she had thought of assassinating the living Bodhisattva, but because she was pregnant at the time, and because of excessive grief, she aroused her fetal gas. Fetus, she had to give up this idea and stay in bed for miscarriage.

Unexpectedly, she did not have the blessing of having this child. She was four months pregnant when she saw blood and shed a stillbirth.

Today is her late husband's birthday, and it is really a good day for revenge.

She knew that her mother-in-law was partly to blame for her late husband's death, and she resented her mother-in-law, but after all, her mother-in-law was the late husband's mother, so she couldn't make up her mind, and strangled her mother-in-law to death before going out.

She had already decided to do it today, so her mother-in-law would be suspicious, and she usually pretended to be cheerful and trying to forget the death of her late husband.

When Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi came to the pickle shop, she carefully concealed her strong hatred, but she felt more complacent in her heart.

She and her deceased husband were childhood sweethearts, and they were supposed to grow old together. If there was no clean water from the Living Bodhisattva, how could she have lost her womb?How could the deceased husband pass away?Should the two of them be teasing the child together now?

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath and exerted force in her hand, but the dagger remained motionless between Jiang Wuqi's fingers.

"Release!" She stared at Jiang Wuqi, her eyes were burning with flames, as if she wanted to swallow Jiang Wuqi whole.

Jiang Wuqi looked compassionately, shook his head and said, "Don't commit murder."

"Don't commit murder?" Chu Yu sneered, "So what if you commit murder?"

Jiang Wuqi replied: "This living Bodhisattva has many followers and profound blessings. If you kill him, you may live forever after death."

"So what?" Chu Yu didn't care, and said fiercely, "Let go!"

The face of the living Bodhisattva did not change, and he still had a solemn appearance, very much like the Sakyamuni Buddha statue enshrined in this lecture hall.

"Amitabha." The Living Bodhisattva stood behind Jiang Wuqi and said, "Why did you kill the poor monk?"

Chu Yu was too lazy to talk nonsense with the Living Bodhisattva, but because the dagger was made by Jiang Wuqi, he couldn't advance or retreat, so he said, "Your clean water killed my husband, do you think I should kill you?"

"It's the poor monk who is incompetent and can't save your husband." The living Bodhisattva flipped the prayer beads on his wrist and said, "Since the poor monk is sorry for you, he should have let you be cut and killed, but as this young man said, you still have to kill him." It is better not to kill the poor monk."

"You sound good, but you are actually greedy for life and afraid of death?" Chu Yu was full of sarcasm, and at the same time, the corner of her eye suddenly glanced at the clean bottle enshrined in front of the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha.

Since the dagger was useless, she immediately let go of the handle of the dagger and ran towards the clean bottle.

Jiang Wuqi sensed her intentions, snapped his fingers, and the clean bottle was instantly shattered into powder, it can no longer be used as a murder weapon.

Seeing this, Chu Yu was horrified, she had no idea why the clean bottle turned into a pile of useless powder in the blink of an eye.

She was at a loss what to do, she could only reluctantly pull out a silver hairpin in her bun.

This silver hairpin was a gift from her deceased husband as a token of love. Because her family was poor and the pickle shop business had always been sluggish, she had no money left to buy a new hairpin.

She cherishes this silver hairpin very much, except for festivals and other important things, she never wears it.

But today, the silver hairpin must drink a mouthful of blood.

Unfortunately, everything didn't go as she wished, the silver hairpin not only didn't hurt the hateful living Bodhisattva, but fell into Jiang Wuqi's hands.

Jiang Wuqi moved his fingers, and the dagger between his fingers turned into silver fine sand, flowing down from his fingers.

Chu Yu subconsciously looked at the silver sand on the ground, worried whether the silver hairpin was intact, and in the next moment, instinctively rushed towards Jiang Wuqi.

Behind Jiang Wuqi is the Living Bodhisattva, and behind the Living Bodhisattva is the wall. If he dodges sideways, and the Living Bodhisattva dodges again, Chu Yu will definitely hit the wall. He is afraid that Chu Yu will be hurt, so he does not dodge.

Chu Yu desperately grabbed Jiang Wuqi's hands with his fingers, and said to Jiang Wuqi with tears in his mouth, "Give me back the hairpin..."

In order to get rid of Chu Yu's desire to kill, Jiang Wuqi would not easily return the silver hairpin to Chu Yu.

The mother-in-law is old, and Chu Yu took care of the pickle shop by himself, so the ten nails on Chu Yu's hands have been worn out, and they can't hurt Jiang Wuqi, leaving only a few scratches on the back of Jiang Wuqi's hands, which can't be broken Skin.

Feng Rugui didn't allow anyone to hurt Jiang Wuqi, even scratches that would fade away soon.

Jiang Wuqi is his Jiang Wuqi, he is the only one who can hurt Jiang Wuqi, and no one else has the right to hurt Jiang Wuqi in the slightest.

Therefore, he quickly walked up to Chu Yu, and snapped Chu Yu's hand away with one finger.

Chu Yu used the greatest strength in her life, but under Feng Rugui's finger, she was as vulnerable as a newborn baby.

Her fingers were soon forced to peel off Jiang Wuqi's hand, and her body was even forced to take a few steps back, but her fingers didn't hurt at all.

She completely put the matter of assassinating the living Bodhisattva behind her, and now it is urgent to get back the silver hairpin—the silver hairpin given to her by her deceased husband.

She rushed towards Jiang Wuqi like crazy again, Fang wanted to kick and kick Jiang Wuqi, but for no reason she was wrapped around her limbs by a piece of red silk.

She couldn't move, she couldn't even struggle.

"Give me back..." She looked straight at Jiang Wuqi, and had to beg her, "Please, give me back that hairpin."

Jiang Wuqi replied: "If you can give up killing people, the poor will return the hairpin to you."

"I..." Chu Yu was hesitant, unwilling to give up revenge for her deceased husband, and also unwilling to lose her deceased husband's silver hairpin.

But at this moment, she heard Feng feel as if she had returned: "Did you kill someone just now? Was it your mother-in-law?"

Feng Rugui didn't notice any abnormalities at first, but when he went to break Chu Yu's fingers just now, he actually smelled a little ghost.

Chu Yu was pointed out by Feng Rugui, but she smiled: "I have already killed my mother-in-law, and if I kill this damn living Bodhisattva, I will be able to avenge my husband."

"Why do you have to?" Feng Rugui rubbed Jiang Wuqi's hand, and sighed at Chu Yu at the same time, "Your husband is dead, if anyone knows about it, I don't want to see you avenge him, not to mention your mother-in-law is alive. He raised his mother. As for the living Bodhisattva, he won't live long without your hands."

The Living Bodhisattva stopped fingering the beads and said calmly: "The poor monk is indeed dying soon."

"Really?" Chu Yu was currently unable to kill a living Bodhisattva. Hearing the good news, although he was not as straightforward as a hand blade, he still smiled.

From the eyes of ordinary people, the living Bodhisattva's complexion is normal; from Jiang Wuqi's eyes, the living Bodhisattva's complexion is pale; and Feng Rugui is familiar with death, so he can vaguely see the breath of death from the pale face of the living Bodhisattva.

The living Bodhisattva continued: "The poor monk should only have one month to live, so there is no need for the donor to be impatient."

Even if the living Bodhisattva only had one month to live, Chu Yu hoped to take his life as soon as possible, after which she could commit suicide contentedly.

However, she doesn't have this opportunity now, and she can't even take back her beloved silver hairpin.

So she should pretend to give up first, right?

Then she pretended to be relieved and smiled and said: "That's good, there is no need to dirty my hands."

After finishing speaking, she turned to Feng and Jiang and said, "The two guests have profound magic powers, please let me go, please?"

Feng Rugui didn't believe that Chu Yu would really give up assassinating the living Bodhisattva, and instead of taking back the red silk, he went out of the lecture hall, and said to a believer who was waiting outside: "Hurry up and report to the officials, and tell the pickle shop Grandma Lin was killed by her daughter-in-law, who is now giving lectures."

The believer was shocked, and immediately ran towards the government.

Feng Rugui returned to the lecture hall, grabbed Jiang Wuqi's wrist, lowered his head, and licked the back of his hand carefully.

After about a cup of tea, someone from the government came, Feng Rugui raised his finger, and the red silk was immediately removed from Chu Yu's body.

Chu Yu was forcibly dragged away. Before leaving, she turned her head and kept staring at the Living Bodhisattva, Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi who were hindering her.

Jiang Wuqi spread out his palm, and the silver hairpin in his palm immediately flew into Chu Yu's bun.

Feng Rugui beside him glanced at Chu Yu, and couldn't help feeling sad, but because Chu Yu hurt Jiang Wuqi, most of this sadness disappeared in an instant.

Up to now, Feng Rugui was too lazy to deal with the Living Bodhisattva, so he cut to the chase and said, "Can your clean water save people's lives?"

The Living Bodhisattva said frankly: "It can only save some minor illnesses and pains."

Feng Rugui asked again, "Where did your clean water come from?"

The living Bodhisattva replied: "It's just ordinary mountain spring water. The poor monk added some mana to the water to make it effective. Only the poor monk's mana is low, so it can't cure serious illness."

If what the Living Bodhisattva said is true, then Chu Yu's husband is actually seriously ill, and I'm afraid asking a doctor to treat him will be useless.

Then, Chu Yu's murder of her mother-in-law became meaningless to Chu Yu.

The living Bodhisattva is just a mortal, so how can he get his magic power?

The Living Bodhisattva glanced at the believers outside the lecture hall and said: "The poor monk's scriptures have not been finished yet, and the poor monk knows that you have many questions. After the poor monk finishes his lecture, he has seen believers who have asked the poor monk for help. Okay? The days of the poor monk are numbered."

"Fine." Feng Rugui pulled Jiang Wuqi back and knelt down on the futon again, and then he received the spell so that believers could enter the lecture hall.

A group of believers poured into the lecture hall, and the lecture hall was packed to the brim. Due to the assassination of Chu Yu, some believers would not be able to avoid questioning the living Bodhisattva: "The woman's husband was really killed by you just now? Can't save people?"

The Living Bodhisattva nodded: "The poor monk mentioned more than once that clean water can only save some minor illnesses and pains."

"But it turned out to be a fake Bodhisattva." Someone said this, and because the living Bodhisattva admitted that the effect of purified water was exaggerated, most of the believers in the lecture hall dispersed in an instant.

The Living Bodhisattva did not try to persuade them to stay, but after watching the believers present, he continued to preach the scriptures.

Listening to this living Bodhisattva's lecture was really boring, not long after, Feng Rugui was induced to sleep again, this time he finally got his wish and snuggled into Jiang Wuqi's arms.

Jiang Wuqi stretched out his arms to wrap around Feng Rugui's waist, and then looked around, there were actually quite a few fewer believers in the lecture hall.

The Living Bodhisattva was speaking his scriptures without seeming to notice it.