Chapter 219 The Second Bug
There was an additional prison van in the team.
The prison van was sent directly from the nearest government office, and inside it sat two monks, one old and one strong.
Zhao Yushu followed the prison van, looking apologetic: "I told him, but he wouldn't let you out, saying that prisoners should stay in the van."
Bujie glanced at him and said, "Why don't they lock you up together? Aren't you a prisoner too?"
Zhao Yushu rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't it okay that I have good relationships with people? Look, did you see that? The prisoner carriage was personally sent by Princess Fuwang. It even has tea sets in it."
Yuan Zhen grabbed the wooden bars with both hands. Theoretically, if he pulled it lightly, the entire simple prison van would fall into pieces, but the prison van was just a formality.
"Brother Zhao, are you really the Sixth Master of Tianji Pavilion?"
"I used to be, but not after Jiangning. But they still hope I am."
Yuan Zhen touched his bald head and said, "It's too complicated. I don't understand."
Bujie looked up at the sky, thinking about something. Zhao Yushu comforted him, "It's okay. This old eunuch is a good person. He said he won't kill you for now. You should be fine before you reach Chang'an."
Bujie shook his head: "That's not what I'm thinking about."
"Then what are you thinking about?"
"This prison van is leaking."
The sky was overcast and a summer rain began to fall. After Zhao Yushu asked the old eunuch for an umbrella but was refused, he decisively ran back to his carriage to make tea, leaving the two bald men in the rain without any loyalty.
Anyway, they are bald, so when the rain stops, they can just wipe them with a cloth, Zhao Yushu thought.
"I hope you don't mind what I have done." The old eunuch poured a cup of tea for Zhao Yushu and said with a smile.
"They are guilty of a capital crime. You have saved them, even if you can only save them to Xijing. This is a great favor. I owe you this. As for getting caught in the rain and suffering a little, it is nothing."
The old eunuch waved his hands and said, "I have no intention of repaying a favor. I do think these two are very interesting, especially the demon king, Po Xun. I have always thought that he only existed in legends and books. Now that I have seen his true form, it would be a pity if I did not study him carefully."
Zhao Yushu nodded: "My senior brother has experienced a lot of twists and turns. If you can give me some advice..."
"Hahahaha, you are so greedy. But I didn't lie to you. They will die when they reach Chang'an."
"Then we can't get to Chang'an."
The old eunuch now has two more chips. Zhao Yushu not only has to escape by himself, but also has to take his friends with him. The difficulty of the escape increases sharply.
He believed that along the way, more people would try to save him. The old eunuch was like a spider, spreading its web all over the Tang Dynasty during this long journey, waiting for one insect after another who didn't know their own limitations to fall into its trap.
It was true that he was kind to himself, and it was perhaps also true that he was loyal to the royal family.
If he had the ability to leave, he would not mind personally bearing the wrath of the man in Chang'an City. If he did not have the ability, he would not mind personally capturing this useless Mr. Liu and his relatives and friends, and dealing a fatal blow to the academy.
Neither the senior brother nor the teacher will come. Zhao Yushu closed his eyes. His only hope is himself and his friends.
Zhao Yushu sat on the edge of the prison van, holding a large bone in his hand, and Bujie also held one. Both of them were eating with their mouths full of oil.
Poor Yuanzhen turned his back to the two of them and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures, as if he was praying to the Buddha to forgive his disrespect for not keeping the precepts.
"Brother, have you recovered?"
Bujie took a bite of meat, chewed it slowly and swallowed it: "What I learned in Shaohua Temple, but there is nothing left. But I don't know if it's because the demonic nature of the ghost Buddha's golden body is too strong, but it made my demon king Po Xun's Dharma body, um, come back to life."
"Alive?" Zhao Yushu couldn't understand.
"Let me think about how to explain it so that you can understand it with your intelligence."
Zhao Yushu's face suddenly became dark. He was well-known for his intelligence, so why were you afraid that I wouldn't understand you?
"In short, the skills of Po Xun that I practice seem to be more compatible with the golden body of the ghost Buddha. They are mixed together."
Zhao Yushu complained madly in his heart, and the word "mixing" was really clever. Then he immediately thought of a question: "What about you now?"
"We all get along well. They provide spiritual power, and I provide brains."
Zhao Yushu let out a long sigh. He didn't know if this could be considered a blessing in disguise for Bujie. The Ghost Buddha became a part of Bujie, and it might even allow his Poxun Dharma image to reach a higher level. However, several decades of his lifespan were actually gone.
"Brother Yuanzhen, what about you? You have been staying in Mirage Temple. Does the master of Fenglin Temple have any comment?"
Yuan Zhen turned around, took a look at the big bone in Zhao Yushu's hand, and sighed helplessly: "Master said that this is my fate. I can stay if I want to, and I can go back anytime if I want to."
"Master, you see clearly. How is your cultivation progress, Senior Brother?"
Yuan Zhen blushed: "It's still the second heaven. I'm afraid it's still a long way from the third heaven."
It won’t be far, Zhao Yushu said silently in his heart. No matter what, before reaching Chang'an, everyone has to push forward again. But it seems that he has no chance. After all, a magic weapon will not fall from the sky halfway.
But he did not gain nothing. Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand and a vortex of spiritual energy appeared.
The last group of Jinwu Guards who were guarding the rear finally crossed the Huai River and caught up. The team slowly but firmly moved northward.
Mangdang Mountain. According to legend, an ancient emperor once fought a snake demon for three days and three nights. In the end, he killed the snake demon with a sword. Before dying, the snake demon cursed him, saying that it would be reincarnated in five hundred years and destroy his empire.
But this is only a legend after all, and there is no relevant record in history books. However, Mangdang Mountain became famous because of this. Every year, many literati and warriors come here to seek some immortal energy, or if that doesn't work, some imperial energy.
Mangdang Mountain belongs to Pengcheng. It is a transportation hub, a strategic location for military strategists, and is bustling with people.
Today, a horse carrying a girl in black with a black veil on her face slowly entered the city.
"The best room, the best food and wine, after everything is ready, I still have something to ask. If you answer well, this ingot of silver will be yours."
Mo'er threw out a silver ingot, and Xiaoer hurriedly caught it, his eyes shining: "Okay, please sit down, the good wine and food will be served soon, you eat first, I will serve you on the side, if you have any questions, I will tell you everything I know!"
Mo'er took off her veil, knocked on the table, and silently calculated the time in her mind. It was still enough for her to make enough arrangements.
However, no matter how many troops are deployed, it is useless. In the face of the internal scene, the number of people is meaningless, the tricks are meaningless, and even one's own actions are meaningless.
If the opposite happened and I was caught, how would he save me?
He will definitely save her. We have a pretty good relationship and I have even done things for him.
Mo'er clenched his hands and suddenly felt a little unconfident.
But since I'm here anyway, my aunt said I'm yours.