The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 557 - 556

Chapter 557: 556

Zhang Liang squints when he wants to kill someone, which might be the first piece of information Ye Tian got. Such people are the most dangerous and the most scheming.

Ye Tian remembered that since he appeared in this courtyard, he had blinked no less than five times. Although each time was just a fleeting moment, the meaning couldn’t be clearer: the man was repeatedly forbearing with himself. So what if you see through it?

"Squabbling over a pretense only to wish for my death, and yet talking about national prosperity. Humph, whether I’m here or not makes no difference, was it really necessary to go through so much trouble to invite me?"

Ye Tian was muttering to himself, unaware of the nearly desperate look on the faces of Monk Ku Rong and his disciple, who had just walked in from the gate.

"Master, do you think madam will scold us?"

"Very likely."

"Then it’s really bad!"

"You should know your madam’s principles!"

This exclamation was filled with utter despair.

"Amitabha, if you can use your hands, try not to use your tongue."

"Indeed."

Seeing the pair of monks walk in, Ye Tian hurriedly stood up, pressing his palms together in respect, and bowed, "Divine Monk."

"Eh."

Ye Tian felt a bit strange today with the monk’s unusually brisk reply.

"Benefactor, about the damages in the courtyard, perhaps they could be... resolved?"

That’s what it was all about. Ye Tian immediately picked up the broom beside him and began to sweep, but how could the shattered stone slabs in the courtyard be swept away? "Master, about this..."

"Buy new ones, no worries."

Monks do not lie; they can only tell the truth. The little monk said this with a thick face, while internally he was complaining about his master who was not acting his age, leaving the unpleasant words for him to say.

Ye Tian was taken aback, probably understanding what the man meant. At that moment, the voices of Zhang Ling’er and her daughter came from outside, and the old monk muttered anxiously, "Trouble, trouble."

Sure enough, as soon as the master’s wife walked in, the old Monk didn’t dare to even take a breath.

"Wow, surname Zhang, how long have I been out? Why are you so heartbroken over me buying a couple of clothes? Smashing the floor? If you’ve got the guts, tear down the house for me!"

The old Monk’s ear was already in the woman’s grasp, yet he was willing to oblige.

Zhang Ling’er ran up to Ye Tian, "I’ll help you."

Seeing the two of them like this, the previously indifferent old Monk suddenly stomped his foot, "Oh no, this is terrible!"

Who would have thought that Zhang Liang would actually settle down here. Unfortunately, ever since the little monk Yuanguang’s room was lent to Ye Tian and he moved to the Grand Hall, there wasn’t any room left for Zhang Liang. Luckily, there was still a lot of empty space in the hall; a single little monk couldn’t possibly fill the vast space. Zhang Liang somehow found a sofa bed, laid it out across the hall; it served as a couch by day and unfolded to sleep on at night. It was convenient indeed, but it clashed with the red pine wood construction of the hall, feeling somewhat out of place. Thankfully, on normal days barely anyone came to offer incense, or else they would have been scared off. As for Ye Tian, he was honestly paving bricks in the backyard, taking it one brick at a time, hardly slacking off.

The old Monk didn’t have much to his name; if he let Ye Tian break his stuff and just leave, he would agree, but his wife at home wouldn’t. His wife at home, just listen to that, tsk tsk.

"I’m telling you, you’re too honest. You could’ve just bought some plain tiles, yet you really gave him this White Cloud Cement flooring. This kind of tile should only be for the Emperor, right?"

Zhang Liang, who was mixing cement, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "We’re all regular people; all this Emperor and non-Emperor stuff is obsolete now."

Ye Tian pursed his lips, digging at the cement in the cracked basin with a trowel and laying the bricks on the ground, "Then you’re still working hard for those people. If I were you, I would’ve just taken those people and left. Do you know how much a Mercenary costs on the international market these days? Two million US Dollars for a head! That’s two million, my hygiene squad leader."

Watching Ye Tian exaggeratedly raise five fingers, Zhang Liang just lightly shook his head without a word, continuing to mix the heap of cement on the ground diligently. His once crisp military uniform was replaced by a camouflage outfit with splatters of cement, looking every inch a construction worker.

"Ah, what’s the point of this?" Ye Tian took off his worn-out white gloves, plopped down on the ground, wiped off the sweat under the blazing sun, and seemed quite emotional, "If I were you, I would’ve left long ago, but now it’s too late to leave. You know, I was once like you, thinking about making great achievements, battling enemies on the field, after all, our ancestors said ’Oh how joyful to feast on barbarian meat, to laugh over a cup filled with Xiongnu blood’, how exhilarating is that. But as time passed, the more oppressed I felt, and then, maybe because of being too suppressed, I suddenly let go of everything, even met a woman. At that time, I even thanked God, thinking there really is divine presence above us, but later on, damn it, the only woman I had became another source of suffocation. You’re really blind!"

Ye Tian who had just mentioned divine presence now stretched his finger upward and cursed the sky above. Perhaps feeling tired of looking upward, he simply stretched out his hand and lay down on the ground. Since he was already dirty, it didn’t matter who was contaminating whom.

Seeing Ye Tian stop working, Zhang Liang also paused, leaning on his iron bar and softly said to the lying Ye Tian, "God is watching all that we do, there will always be a moment when the clouds part and we see a bright day."

Hearing this, Ye Tian frowned at him and mumbled, "Easy for you to say."

"Haha, every family has its own problems, no one is that much better or worse off than anyone else. To say leaving it to fate sounds quite tragic, it’s better to go with the flow. Although it’s also somewhat helpless, the wise can always see through the times, and by thinking like this, it doesn’t seem so bad."

Ye Tian propped one hand under his head while pointing unceremoniously at Zhang Liang with the other, "Cut the preaching, you can’t beat me so you think you could win with words? When it comes to talking, I’ve got a lot more up my sleeve, known in the worldly society as the ’Four-Inch Indestructible Tongue’."

"What’s the use of being one inch more? At most you’ll spit out more saliva and wag your tongue a few more times. If one’s heart is open, there’s no need for the tongue to expend effort."

Ye Tian propped his other hand under his head too, tilted his head, and all of a sudden a little bird flew by, quickly disappearing into the bamboo forest where countless insects awaited, a feast ready to be devoured. Ye Tian sneered, "Glutton!"