Chapter 222 The layout begins

Chapter 222 The layout begins

"Why are you here?"

Bujie opened his eyes and saw Zhao Yushu sitting in the prison car looking at him.

"He wanted to chat with you, but he wouldn't let you go out, so I had to come in first." Zhao Yushu pointed to the carriage behind, where the old eunuch was leisurely drinking tea.

"Where is Yuan Zhen?" The prison van was small and crude, and it was obvious that it could not fit three people.

Upon hearing the word Yuan Zhen, Zhao Yushu almost couldn't hold back his laughter and moved away.

The horse pulling the prison cart disappeared, and it was replaced by Yuan Zhen, who was shirtless and pulling the cart with a grunt. His mute point had not been untied yet, so he could only sulk and howl in anger.

"The old man said that this is also a kind of practice, hahahaha."

Yuan Zhen turned around and glared at Zhao Yushu who was gloating over his misfortune, then turned around and continued pulling the cart.

"What do you want to ask me?" Bujie sat up and leaned against the fence, seeming a little tired.

"Every time you use the Bo Xun Dharma Image, will your lifespan be consumed?"

"The two arms you see won't work, but the four arms will. I don't know exactly how much life span will be shortened."

"Your own hands are sealed to resist the erosion of Po Xun. If they are completely eroded, will you just die of old age?"

Bujie glanced at Zhao Yushu and said, "You are quite smart, why are you so stupid this time?"

Zhao Yushu's expression suddenly looked like he was constipated.

"I was performing the seal to fight against the demon Buddha, when did it become a fight against Mara?"

Zhao Yushu opened his mouth and thought to himself, your dark blue body looks like the image of Poxun, except for your hands which are not black. You turn around and say that it has nothing to do with Poxun. Who are you trying to fool?

“If I let go completely, another head will grow out. The three heads of me, Poxun, and the Ghost Buddha, plus my own arms, will form the three-headed, six-armed form of Poxun the Devil Buddha. With my current cultivation, I can probably reach the seventh level of the heavens. But by then, I will no longer be myself.”

"Ghost Buddha or Po Xun?"

Bujie shook his head: "It's no one, probably just a monster. By then, there will be no worries about his life span."

Zhao Yushu was silent.

After a long while: "From now on, just use your arms."

Bujie nodded: "Okay."

Zhao Yushu opened the prison door and came out, patted Yuan Zhen on the shoulder to show encouragement, then turned around and went back to his car to drink tea.

"Old man, where are we?"

"Well, if we calculate the distance, we will enter Pengcheng in another three to five days."

"Are we going to Pengcheng?"

"Let's not go into the city. There are too many people and things to do in the city. I will send someone to the city to collect some supplies. Let's go straight west."

"it is good!"

It would be better not to enter the city. If you enter the city, what if one of your friends is inside and is planning to rescue the prisoners, you will have to add a prisoner car on the road.

However, I don’t seem to have many friends in Pengcheng, so nothing should go wrong.

But on second thought, the two big monks had traveled thousands of miles from Longmen to the Huai River to intercept people, which made Lao Zhao not so confident.

One hundred Jinwu Guards rode on their fine horses and marched towards Pengcheng in a mighty procession. Five days later, they would bring supplies and meet up with the main force at Mangdang Mountain on the west side of Pengcheng.

In Pengcheng, a generous monk from the Eastern Capital had prepared fine wine and delicious food to welcome the Jinwu Guards.

In a small temple in Xijing, an old monk over 70 years old sat in a simple meditation room. In front of him was a chessboard and an equally old but energetic old man.

"When I arrived in Dongdu, you ran over from Jiangning. I couldn't afford to offend you, so I hid in Xijing. Now you followed me here. What do you want to do?"

"Bah, I'm asking you what you want to do. The last time you came out, almost everyone in the imperial city of Xijing was killed. Are you a fucking monk?"

The old monk frowned and said, "Your words are vulgar. Are you still a scholar? I was invited to explain Buddhism to the people in the palace. They thought they were enlightened, but they fell into demonic barriers and killed each other. What does it have to do with me? Play chess."

The old madman picked up a black chess piece and threw it casually on the chessboard: "So you came out this time because King Fu invited you to explain Buddhism?"

The old monk frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with the placement of the black piece, but still picked up a white piece and placed it on top: "No one invited me this time, I just heard that something happened in the martial arts world, so I came to take a look."

"There will always be trouble in the martial arts world."

"But it's not common to save tens of thousands of refugees in Nanyang by yourself."

With a bang, a black piece was thrown onto the chessboard and smashed to pieces, but the chessboard was not even scratched.

"Great! I knew you, an old bald ass, had bad intentions. Sure enough, you came for my precious disciple!"

The old madman jumped up, pointed at Yan Hui's nose and cursed. Yan Hui reached out to wipe the spit off his face and said, "Sit down. If you weren't invincible, you would have been killed long ago. You are really annoying."

"Kill him if you have the ability. If you don't, stop talking. My disciple is kind-hearted. Does he hinder you from begging for alms or preaching?" The old madman sat back and threw another chess piece.

Yan Hui glanced at him and said, "He is so kindhearted that he treats the emperor and the common people equally, so fearless that he can slash through mountains of swords and seas of fire with a single sword, so quick in comprehension that he broke through three levels in less than a month, and so talented in writing that even the banished immortals can hardly compare to him. In your seventy years of life, have you ever seen such a person?"

The old madman snorted coldly: "Just jealousy."

Yan Hui held a chess piece in his hand and rubbed it gently. "You know very well whether I am jealous or not. When I heard about this man, I wanted to go to Dongdu to wait and see. I didn't expect that he would cause such a big disaster in Jiangning. Then I can only wait for him in Xijing."

"You want to kill him?"

"I want to influence him."

The old madman snorted, "Wang Shaolin killed more than 10,000 people with one fire, but you didn't try to persuade him. The Red Lotus Sect burned thousands of miles of Jiangnan, but you didn't try to persuade him. My disciple did a few good things, but you tried to persuade him. You old bald donkey, you haven't changed at all in decades, you are still so hypocritical."

"He has entered Xijing. If he doesn't want to die, it's better for me to reform him."

"He has entered Xijing, I will stand here and see who dares to kill him."

The prison car slowly arrived at Mangdang Mountain. The old eunuch enthusiastically told Zhao Yushu the story of the legendary emperor who slew the snake demon. Zhao Yushu pretended to listen with great interest, but he felt deeply regretful.

The story of Emperor Gaozu did not appear in history books but became a legend instead. Coupled with various similar yet different historical, cultural and geographical factors, Zhao Yushu became more curious and even fearful about the origin of this world. He felt as if he was being manipulated by a computer program.

Could it be that this world has some connection with my own world? Does that mean I still have a chance to return to Earth?

Zhao Yushu shook his head and put such thoughts behind him. Now that he was a death row prisoner, he had no time to think about exploring the world.

After the convoy stayed for a day, the Jinwu Guards who were responsible for purchasing supplies came back. Truck after truck of supplies formed a long queue, with dozens of strong men acting as guards. A cultivator from the fifth level came with a large number of his men.

"Sir, these wine and food were sent by this person. They are from the local gang in Pengcheng."

The wealthy monk had the good fortune to be received by the old eunuch, who was not only a popular figure in the palace but also a top expert in internal affairs. After meeting him, the local monk was so delighted that he could not express it in words. He flattered the old eunuch non-stop and made the old eunuch laugh continuously.

"When you go to Xijing to do business in the future, tell the father-in-law my name."

"You are so kind. I thank you for your reward. I will not disturb your rest." The monk knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times without any restraint, then left with his men. The whole process was uneventful and there seemed to be no problem at all.

Among his subordinates, a female cultivator wearing a black veil was at the end of the team. She turned her head and looked deeply at Zhao Yushu who was standing next to the old eunuch, with a smile in her eyes.