Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 75 I Know You!_1

Chapter 75: Chapter 75 I Know You!_1

Qin Shou followed the gaze and saw among a group of Buddhism disciples, there was a monk with a crooked and tattered hat, one foot thrown onto the table, one hand gnawing on a chicken leg, and the other waving a broken fan, grinning at him.

When the monk realized Qin Shou had spotted him, he immediately averted his gaze, looking either up at the sky, down at the ground, or off to the side... anyway, he didn’t make eye contact with Qin Shou again.

There’s a problem... He’s up to something... This guy definitely has a problem! Hmm... Why does his gaze seem so familiar? Let’s take a closer look.

Qin Shou mumbled to himself as he climbed down from the table and staggered over.

The monk, noticing the rabbit approaching, seemed a bit flustered, but quickly regained his composure and continued to grin at Qin Shou.

Qin Shou climbed up to the monk’s Cloud Altar, sat on the table with his legs crossed, arms folded, and squinting, he stared at the other party and asked, "Have we met somewhere before?"

"Met before? How could that be? This poor monk is seeing a rabbit like you for the first time." The other party grinned, eating his chicken leg nonchalantly.

Qin Shou looked at the golden chicken leg and his nose twitched subconsciously. Just as he was about to inquire...

The monk’s eyes flashed with cunning and he said with a laugh, "Would you like some chicken leg?"

Qin Shou licked his lips; he couldn’t remember how long it had been since he last had meat. Driven by his cravings and stirred by the wine, he couldn’t control his mouth, forgetting the question he wanted to ask, and dumbfoundedly reached for the chicken in the plate, tore off a leg, stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Thanks."

The monk was taken aback; he had just been making a polite offer and hadn’t actually invited the rabbit to eat. Yet, this fellow had impolitely helped himself... Internally, a hundred thousand mmp’s culminated in an awkward, "Uhh..."

Then, they watched as the plump rabbit opened its small mouth wider and wider until it was big enough to stuff the chicken leg into its mouth. Just about to pull out the bone, it paused for a moment and muttered, "Can’t waste it!"

So the creature simply chewed and chewed, eating away...

Witnessing this, the monk looked at the chicken bones on his table, feeling a pang of guilt... then silently pushed all the chicken bones towards the rabbit, gesturing, "If you can eat, have some more."

The rabbit looked down and immediately became furious at being treated like a dog! So, he stuffed all the remaining chicken in the plate into his mouth.

The monk, upon seeing this, quickly tried to grab some, but reacted too slowly and only managed to retrieve a half-piece of the plate... Looking at the rabbit again, his cheeks were puffed out like plates... Then, with a slight movement of his mouth, the crunching sounds were incessant, and eventually, he had eaten it all...

"Ptooey!" The rabbit spat out a piece of the plate fragment and asked, "I left some for you, want to eat?"

"Dammit..." The monk couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

Qin Shou, watching this scene, squinted his eyes and said, "No, that look on your face, I’ve definitely seen it somewhere! Very! Familiar! What’s your name?"

The monk’s eyes darted around and he said, "You can call me Ji Dian, though people in the circle prefer to call me Xiu Yuan, which sounds more elegant. Whatever you call me is fine..."

"Idiot!" Qin Shou decisively said.

Upon hearing this, Ji Dian got furious: "How could you curse at me, you rabbit?"

Qin Shou spread his hands and said, "I didn’t curse at anyone. You’re the one who said it, call you whatever I like. So I’m calling you an idiot... Idiot, don’t like it? If not, let’s change it... Blockhead, fool, greenhorn? Pick one, three choices..."

Ji Dian’s face turned black as he fumbled for something on the side, probably looking for something to throw at the rabbit, but then he saw the rabbit’s big front teeth and reluctantly gave up, saying, "Rabbit, what exactly do you want to do?"

Qin Shou leaned in, observing Ji Dian closely, and said, "Nothing much, I just find you familiar."

Ji Dian replied, "It’s normal to find me familiar. I am a celebrity whether down in the Lower Realm or up in the Heavenly Court and on Spirit Mountain! In the Lower Realm, not to brag, but there are statues of me everywhere! Even if you haven’t seen me in person, you should have seen my portraits or something similar."

"That’s impossible! I have never seen any paintings or statues of you on the moon! Idiot, just come clean, have we met somewhere before?" Qin Shou said.

Ji Dian squinted his eyes and suggested, "Perhaps we met in a past life. As the saying goes, ’Past lives prompt bonds in this one,’ so we are fated to meet in this life, and that’s why you find me familiar."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou thought there was some truth to it, as there were times when even on Earth in his previous life, he found some strangers familiar.

Seeing that Qin Shou was convinced, Ji Dian quickly said, "Rabbit, don’t think too much. The world is so big and wonderful; there are many things you won’t be able to comprehend."

During their conversation, Ji Dian raised his legs and threw both onto the table, leaning back lazily with none of the Arhat’s dignity.

Looking at Ji Dian, from his broken shoes, tattered pants, ragged robes... to his tattered fan, beaten-up hat, and the worn-out wine gourd at his waist...

Qin Shou suddenly remembered—this guy was very familiar to him. Subconsciously, he started to sing: "Shoes worn, hat torn, the patchwork robe I’ve worn... You laugh at me, they laugh at me, with a fan that’s barely borne..."

Damn, he’s Ji Gong!

Qin Shou’s mind cleared significantly, and he excitedly said to himself while also exclaiming aloud, "I know who you are now!"

As soon as he said this, Ji Gong was startled. His legs trembled, and his fan dropped as he asked, "Who am I?"

Qin Shou already knew. Mythical legends were just that—legends, beautified and embellished in writing. The real immortals... well, they tended to be a little different...

So, Qin Shou didn’t rush to recognize him but took another careful look around... then, with a smile of confidence, he slapped his thigh and called out.

"I recognize you! I know who you are now!"

Ji Gong hurriedly covered Qin Shou’s mouth and said, "Rabbit, let’s talk this over calmly, civilly. There’s no need for shouting; it’s unbecoming."

"Heh, I can’t help it, I’m just too excited. I know all the good deeds you’ve done; I can’t keep it in," Qin Shou said, seeing Ji Gong’s sleazy demeanor and joining in the sleaziness.

As a result, when Qin Shou acted sleazy, Ji Gong got even sleazier, chuckling thievishly, "Rabbit, there’s no need to mention those things..."

"How can that be? I must say! With so many big shots around, it would be perfect to share!" Qin Shou slurred his words, truly believing Ji Gong had done great things... After all, doing so many good deeds, it was only right to boast a little.

Ji Gong became even more nervous and asked, "Rabbit, just tell me, what will it take for you to keep quiet and not talk about this?"

Qin Shou was taken aback; why not talk about such good deeds? Looking at Ji Gong, then glancing up at the big monk covered in bumps and others like the Jade Emperor, Queen Mother of the West, he stroked his chin, wiggled his fingers, and after some thought, still couldn’t figure out what Ji Gong was thinking. But who cares what he was thinking? Since there was a chance to keep quiet for a price, why not take advantage? So Qin Shou said, "I want magic treasures, lots of magic treasures, the more the merrier."