Chapter 75 Murderous Intent Surges
Has Zhao Yushu killed anyone? Of course he has. On the third day after the game started, Zhao Yushu killed the man in black who had achieved the Great Perfection of the Scenery with a single knife in the secret passage of Jade Rat and escaped completely.
But that time he was protecting himself, but this time, he was going to kill someone actively.
Killing a ghost whose real body is probably already dead by now, and only lives in the mirage
Only by killing him can the plan be pushed forward and the ghost Buddha be forced to appear.
Bujie brought a porcelain bottle and a hatchet. Zhao Yushu took out the old monk's poison and gave a few drops to Bujie. According to the old monk, one drop would be enough to kill him.
"Brother, go to the front yard to find Gao Xu, and bring Yuan Zhen with you. The three of you should be able to carry that old monk."
"Brother Zhao, what exactly are you going to do?"
"Wait for my signal, then you carry the old monk's body to the main hall. Don't worry, these ghosts won't dare to kill you before they know the truth. They may even help you carry the body. Brother Bujie, this is your last chance, you have to trust me."
Bujie gritted his teeth and nodded: "At worst, I'll die. I believe you, but what is the signal you're talking about?"
"Master Uncle Passed Away"
"what?"
"I'm going to kill Jueshan. Once he dies, the whole temple will know about it. Then you can carry the old monk's body to the main hall. Go ahead, brothers. Once we're out, we can have another meal together."
"it is good!"
Bujie didn't ask Zhao Yushu how he planned to kill Jueshan, but since Zhao Yushu had said so, he believed that Lao Zhao must have a way.
In this broken world, it seems that only Zhao Yushu has grasped a not-so-clear thread. The bold Zhao Yushu decides to take a gamble, and the stakes are the lives of a group of people.
First of all, his own life
Zhao Yushu moved the Buddhist beads from his left wrist to his right hand, with the sharp hatchet hidden in his wide monk robe, and walked towards the small courtyard with determination.
Bujie found Gao Xu and Yuan Zhen, and the three of them came to the top of the mountain together. When they opened the bamboo door, Yuan Zhen, who was climbing the mountain for the first time, almost couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Is it Huiming?"
The old monk opened his eyes slightly, but could not see the face of the person in front of him clearly.
“I am Huikong”
"Hui Kong? Oh, Hui Kong, are you here to kill me?"
"That's right, Junior Brother Huiming asked me to bring you some melon juice mixed with poison."
"Okay, okay, Huiming is really obedient."
Bujie took out a bamboo tube from his arms and opened the lid, and the fruity fragrance filled the air.
"Uncle Master, I'll call you Uncle Master too. You didn't let Huiming do it, but forced me to do it. You think I'm Uncle Master Jueshan's man, right?"
"That's right. Once I die, Jueshan will be furious because he can't hand over his Dharma body. Mr. Wang is the most petty person, so he will definitely make you a Dharma body to vent his anger. But you are of the Hui generation, so how can you be qualified to be a Dharma body? You can't bear the Buddha's energy and resentment, so you are just a defective product. Who will dare to buy a golden body in the future? Hahahaha, once I die, I will cut off his left and right arms, and also his financial resources. Isn't it great?"
"Oh? You really can't bear to leave Junior Brother Huiming?"
"Oh, that little monk, you have too much kindness and not enough resentment, so you can't become a golden body. Otherwise, what's the difference between Huiming Huikong?"
Bujie smiled and said, "That's right. The golden statue of the Dharma has enough Buddha nature, so those benefactors are willing to buy it. But they have to have resentment, so that every family will be in turmoil in the future. They have to continue to pay you to perform rituals to dispel the resentment. It's really a good long-term business."
Bujie picked up the bamboo tube and handed it to his uncle's mouth: "But uncle, you got a few things wrong. First, I am not a Jueshan person. I am with Junior Brother Huiming."
The bamboo tube tilted slightly, and a stream of sweet juice slowly slid into the old monk's throat.
"Secondly, Jueshan will not be angry because he is about to die."
The old monk was swallowing the juice greedily, but he suddenly stopped when he heard this.
"Third, you know Mr. Wang so well, you must have known each other for a long time. Thank you for admitting that Brother Zhao is really amazing. I was wrong."
The old monk opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to say something, but a feeling of fatigue came over him, causing him to be unable to utter a word.
The poison works well
The juice hasn't been poured out yet, but the old monk's vitality has completely dissipated
Bujie let out a long sigh and looked at Gao Xu and Yuan Zhen who were in doubt and said, "Come on, you two, let's work harder and carry this old guy to the main hall. I'm afraid we can't get out of this door, let's tear it down."
Zhao Yushu came to the outside of the courtyard and clasped his hands together towards the gatekeeper monk: "I want to see my uncle, please let me know, brother."
"What do you want to see Uncle Master?"
"Big event, related to my great-uncle master"
The gatekeeper monk did not dare to neglect the matter and hurried into the courtyard to ask for instructions. After a while, he came out and led Zhao Yushu in.
Pushing open the door, Zhao Yushu looked at the ghostly aura that filled the entire room and sighed, "Uncle Master..."
"What's the matter?"
"Master's great uncle is dead"
The ghostly energy was surging, and even the windows were opening and closing. Zhao Yushu's monk robes rustled as if blown by a strong wind, but his uncle did not move, and neither did he.
"How did he die?" the uncle asked calmly, as if asking if he had eaten breakfast.
"Suicide by taking poison"
"Where did the poison come from?"
"From where you are sitting, at the head of the bed, under the third brick, there is a hole in the wall."
Jueshan got off the bed and approached Zhao Yushu. His skinny old face was less than a foot away from Zhao Yushu's face. He stared at Zhao Yushu for a long while. Jueshan suddenly waved his hand. With a click, the wooden bed that had been there for who knows how many years broke into pieces.
Zhao Yushu still didn't move, and glanced at the corner of the wall: "Uncle Master, don't you want to go and take a look?"
Jueshan turned around expressionlessly, crushed several bricks with one foot, bent down and took out a wooden box.
"Empty." Although Jueshan's expression remained unchanged, Zhao Yushu still saw that the ghost energy surged more intensely when he took the wooden box, but the moment he opened the wooden box, the ghost energy suddenly stagnated.
"Of course it's empty. Here's what's inside." Zhao Yushu took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and slowly poured it drop by drop into his left hand.
Jueshan's face trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed: "Who are you?"
Zhao Yushu smiled and said, "That's strange. If you have doubts about me, shouldn't you just turn into a ghost? Oh, yes, you just suspect that I am the master's uncle's man, but you haven't suspected the point. I overestimated you. You unexpectedly destroyed the master's uncle and stayed in this room for so long, but you didn't find the wooden box. It's really unbelievable how stupid you are."
Jueshan clenched his fists slightly, and his bones made a creaking sound, as if he was going to explode in the next moment and smash the young monk in front of him into pieces with one punch.
"Don't be impatient. There is a wooden box with a book in it. Are you interested?" Zhao Yushu looked at Jueshan with a mocking look on his face. The ghost energy around him was surging again, and it was surging even more violently. He thought to himself, you old man, your skill in nourishing qi is really far from good.
"Where is it?" Jueshan suppressed his anger.
"The foot of the bed, opposite to the position of another wooden box"
Jueshan stepped forward again, and the wall cracked under the heavy weight. A wooden box was held in his hand.
"If it's still empty, you can become a golden body."
"Oh my, that's scary," Zhao Yushu wanted to laugh.
"Humph, do you know why the old man committed suicide by taking poison?"
"Oh? I really don't know. Tell me about it."
Jueshan held the wooden box, sat down casually on the ground, and gently opened the box.