The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 560 - 559

Chapter 560: 559

Watching Ye Tian who was still staggering, the little bird seemed to understand human feelings, rubbing its head against his neck, then quietly perched on his shoulder and began to close its eyes to rest.

Ye Tian felt helpless, it must be that this little bird saw him driving away the eagle just now and deliberately latched onto him, seeking protection like an umbrella. This little bird’s scheming was indeed clever. Suddenly, Ye Tian felt a chill in his heart. Could this creature actually be some kind of mountain demon?

"What happened?"

Zhang Liang hurried over, and Ye Tian wasn’t sure if he had noticed something. Pointing in that direction, he said, "A weird wind blew from over there, and then this happened."

Zhang Liang put down his hoe and walked over to where the wind had come from, bent down to look at the bamboo scattered to both sides, then stooped to pick up a bamboo leaf and smelled it under his nose. Seeing Ye Tian frown, he asked, "Can you figure it out?"

Zhang Liang tossed the leaf away, stood up and gazed ahead blankly, shook his head, and said, "Ordinary mountain winds shouldn’t have such strong force. Could it be a blind bear? But this place, theoretically, shouldn’t have any. Are you sure it was just a gust of wind?"

Ye Tian pointed to the sky and said, "There was also an eagle that flew away before you came. Quite large, with its wings spread out to about two meters wide."

Zhang Liang nodded, "That explains it. If there was an eagle, then there might be large animals like pythons in the mountains. Since there are many fallen bamboo here, let’s quickly gather some and head down the mountain, to avoid worrying here."

"You’re not in charge of the whole country’s..."

"Mr. Ye, let’s hurry down the mountain."

Obviously, this guy was still reluctant to discuss his work with Ye Tian. Ye Tian nodded, bent down to start chopping the bamboo, and stopped talking, just quietly pondering in his heart. It seemed like this department wasn’t up to much either, to be so frightened by a bit of mountain wind. As he was thinking, the little bird in his arms stopped scratching his itchy chest. It took him a while to bear it.

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Carrying the bamboo down the mountain, Ye Tian made a small nest with some thin willow branches. After much thought, he worried about placing it in the tree because of the rain, feared rats would eat it if placed on the beams, and it might soil the bedroom with bird droppings. Zhang Ling’er, seeing the exquisite little nest and the little bird in Ye Tian’s hand, immediately took a liking to it. Without asking, she directly placed it in the palm of the Buddha Beads in the Buddhist temple. Just perfect, one palm and one bird nest – there couldn’t be a more clever and exquisite pairing in the world.

Although the Monk was distressed that the Buddha had suffered and struggled and now even had to look after a little bird that hadn’t fully grown its feathers, seeing his daughter so pleased, he could only silently recite the Bodhi Dharma Scripture 500 more times for the Buddha in his heart.

The stone slabs in the backyard could only be handled by the two men, Ye Tian. But now with bamboo at hand, that work could be temporarily set aside. The light bamboo needed to be split open and dried before it could be used for building; otherwise, the dampness would affect people’s health. During bad weather, especially in some southern regions, it was sometimes necessary to bake the bamboo with fire to fully evaporate the moisture within. This process was quite complicated and tested one’s patience.

In the backyard corner, two people were splitting bamboo. There was only one hatchet, so only one person could use it at a time. Ye Tian felt it was somewhat unfair for one person to be chopping while the other just watched, so he decided that between the two, one should hold the bamboo while the other chopped.

"Do you think chopping down this bamboo might upset the Mountain God?"

Ye Tian, propping up the bamboo, turned to ask Zhang Liang. He was the one who had come up with the good idea that one should hold the bamboo and the other should chop. And he was the one holding the bamboo.

"There’s no way. Where are so many Mountain Gods coming from? If they see me, even if they aren’t happy, they’ll have to force out a smile for me."

Ha, such grandiose talk.

Ye Tian gave a thumbs up. "That’s quite a bold statement."

Zhang Liang raised an eyebrow. "So, you’re willing to follow me now?"

Ye Tian bowed his head, earnestly steadying the bamboo. "Focus on the bamboo chopping."

The wind heralds an impending storm.

The weather, clear just a moment ago, was about to turn rainy. The half-finished floor in the courtyard could only be hastily covered with a tarp, and as for the bamboo, since it was fresh, it could simply be left out in the yard to soak in the rain. Everyone gathered up everything that needed to be secured and congregated in the Buddhist temple in the large courtyard. Among the three-section compound, this room was the biggest; it would be a waste not to go there.

Before leaving, Ye Tian even saw a red carp jumping out of the pond for air. Unable to resist, he picked up a stone and tossed it in, smiling smugly to himself, only to be caught by Monk Kurong, who gave him a scathing glare.

The Buddhist temple was piled with various domestic tools from farm life, including hoes, crowbars, and a couple of scythes. Ye Tian simultaneously scolded the Monk for not respecting Buddha and then turned around to praise the matron for her household skills, making even the stiff and solemn Buddhist temple brim with life, charming the woman so much that she couldn’t stop singing his praises, constantly complimenting Ye Tian for being thoughtful and a rare good lad.

Seeing his wife so happy, Monk Kurong no longer bothered to squabble over trivial matters with Ye Tian. But inwardly, he couldn’t help but wonder why both his wife and daughter-in-law were so fond of this scruffy youngster.

Raindrops began to soundly beat down, peppering the ground in the courtyard with fine, dense pits. Kurong glanced back at Ye Tian with a forlorn look, causing Ye Tian to shiver. This fellow couldn’t be thinking of making me pave the front courtyard with stone slabs too, could he? Oh, my dear mother, that courtyard is not small; paving it would take some time. Seeing Ye Tian’s evasive look, Monk Kurong simply rolled his eyes and ignored him. That mournful look sent chills down Ye Tian’s back, and he couldn’t stop muttering to himself All Phenomena are Illusion, fearing that the Monk might have some unsavory predispositions and might really do something to him.

Six people in total, plus the little bird that was frolicking joyously with Zhang Ling’er, made up six and a half individuals. The reason why the little bird was counted as half a person was because it was just too cunning; its expressions and actions were completely mimicked from humans. Its best trick was to intently open its shiny little eyes and play cute, making it hard for anyone to punish it even if it committed a serious misdeed.

The rain steadily grew heavier, the earlier scattered drops now stringing together, forming a vast, slanted net that connected the whole world in a misty drizzle. They often speak of the veiled rain of Jiangnan, but the scene before them could probably only be described by the term "torrential downpour."