Chapter 256 Preparation before the war
As the night deepened, the black deer turned into a black snake again and slowly swam to the lower level. This time there was only one jailer on patrol, while the other jailer was sleeping on the table.
He had to deliver meals to that terrifying god during the day and be on duty at night. Most people couldn't handle it. Unfortunately, the boy hadn't recovered from his illness yet, and there was no one to relieve him.
Black Deer quietly fell behind him and checked the back of his collar as Lan Ling requested. There was nothing mixed in there except for a few pieces of straw that he had stuffed in there last night.
Didn’t my good friend notice?
Black Deer blinked, somewhat confused.
Then he moved his nose and seemed to smell a smell that did not belong to the jailer.
So Black Deer moved closer to the collar. On the gray-brown prison guard's uniform, near the shoulder next to the straw, there were two ink stains that almost blended into the color of the clothes and exuded a faint scent of ink.
"Mo?" Lan Ling couldn't figure out what was going on after hearing Hei Lu's description.
"Is it some words, or a picture?" Although she asked this, Lan Ling knew that Zhao Yushu would definitely not convey such specific information. One reason was that the other party didn't know who was on this side, and the other was that it was too easy to be seen through.
Black Deer shook his head in distress, worried that he might have missed something.
"Ink? Writing? Paper? Calligraphy and painting?" Lan Ling tried hard to associate everything related to ink. Unfortunately, she was the only one who could enter the Sky Prison, otherwise she could brainstorm with everyone.
And I have to figure it out today. After all, visiting once a day is the limit that the government can accommodate.
"Academy!" Lan Ling slapped her forehead: "He wants to ask if we are from the academy. Humph, is the academy the only one that can save him?"
Lan Ling turned around twice on the spot, wondering how should she tell him that we were here, where was he, and how should we save him?
Let him know I'm here first.
Lan Ling frowned and let Zhao Yushu know that the fastest way was to bring the Buddhist beads to him, but even a fool knew that he would be discovered by the people guarding him.
Time is running out, and I can’t spend a whole day here thinking about it and taking a gamble.
Lan Ling reached into her sleeve and tore off a small piece of the inner garment fabric with body fragrance: "Put it where you marked it."
Hei Lu was lucky. He didn't have to wait until dark this time because the prisoner next to him had been taken away for interrogation.
It is not easy for a monk who can change into various forms to put something on a mortal silently.
So it was not until lunch time that Zhao Yushu saw a small corner of cloth sticking out from under the jailer's collar.
Zhao Yushu praised the jailer and seemed to find that the prisoner was not that scary. The jailer forced a smile. Zhao Yushu patted his shoulder and took off the corner of his clothes.
After the jailer left, Zhao Yushu moved his nose slightly, and a faint orchid fragrance, which was almost imperceptible to ordinary people except monks, drifted into his nose. Old Zhao smiled and seemed very satisfied with the meal.
Lan Ling came, but Lan Ling was not good at doing these things quietly. Zhao Yushu quickly thought of the black deer that almost hid the truth from him and Lan Ling in Jiufeng Mountain that year, and then silently apologized to this honest little brother in his heart.
If Lan Ling and Hei Lu came, then Bujie and Yuan Zhen should have arrived as well. With a few friends like these outside, it seemed that he would be more confident in doing what he wanted to do.
As long as we make good use of that mechanism and everyone works together inside and outside, there is a great chance of prying open that door.
Time is not much. The words that the old monk Yanhui said last time made Zhao Yushu realize that his teacher might not be able to hold on for too long. He had thought that if nothing worked, he would give it his all. But now, his friend has arrived, and it seems that he doesn't have to risk his life anymore.
The jailer felt that the rumors were not credible. His previous colleague said that the strange dungeon where he delivered meals was so eerie that it made him sick. But when he went to deliver meals himself, he felt that the man was just an ordinary scholar who was quite friendly to him except that he talked a lot.
This job is not that scary, and I'm given a few more coins, so I can buy a few more jugs of good wine when I go back.
The jailer walked through one floor and found that the Kunlun slave was staring at him. He was frightened. This was not an ordinary Kunlun slave, but a skilled one.
The jailer shook his head and said that the Tang people were still the best. Even the lowest-ranking monks would rarely become someone else's slaves.
The fabric on the back collar was gone, proving that my friend had taken it, but he didn’t put anything new back.
Let’s wait and see at night, Hei Lu stretched. The beds here are not as comfortable as the ones in the inn. The ones in the inn are more comfortable than those in Jiufeng Mountain. Chang’an is pretty good.
Zhao Yushu was writing English on the paper.
Let’s not talk about whether there is Europe in this world. Even if there is, Old English was just beginning to take off in this era, so there is no need to worry about anyone being able to understand it.
He knew that the person inside must be looking at him, and must be frowning and puzzled. This was exactly the effect he wanted.
This person in the interior is obviously responsible for maintaining this passage that spans thousands of miles. As long as he is still there, the success rate of his plan will be greatly reduced.
Therefore, I must plan ahead and find a good excuse to replace him, and the person who replaces him cannot be an expert among experts like Yan Hui.
Well, the people from the underworld are pretty good. If I don’t run fast enough, maybe Second Senior Sister and Fourth Senior Brother will join forces to kill me here. That would be perfect.
So Zhao Yushu kept writing on the paper in handwriting that no one else could understand but which had an obvious pattern, while at the same time he kept laughing foolishly.
Finally, after more than half an hour, the person in the void couldn't bear it anymore.
"what are you writing?"
"Secret Book of the Western Regions."
"To whom?"
"The person behind the prince." Zhao Yushu made up a story. He had no idea about the content of his previous communication with the messenger from the underworld. It would not be difficult to deceive him again.
"He didn't say you had this deal."
"Wait until I finish writing it tomorrow, and then you can ask him and find out."
No one replied. Zhao Yushu sneered and continued writing. Hmm, what is the next article of New Concept?
At dinner time, Zhao Yushu patted the jailer's shoulder as usual. The jailer was obviously not as stiff as before. Zhao Yushu emitted an extremely subtle spiritual power from his fingertips, which slightly opened a small hole at the back of the jailer's collar.
If the internal scene monitoring oneself is strong enough, perhaps one can sense this subtle fluctuation of spiritual power. For example, when one was on the Nanyang ship, even if one used Madam Xu's method to hide spiritual power as much as possible, one could only delay the time of being discovered by the teacher for a moment.
It’s a pity that you are not an old immortal.
The jailer walked out of the cell and Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief.
If nothing unexpected happens, Black Deer will see this small opening tonight, and Lan Ling certainly cannot visit the prison at any time, so it will take at least until tomorrow morning for Lan Ling to receive his message. So, let's wait until the afternoon to start the plan.
This plan is not perfect, and even has too many flaws, but there is no time now. Even if Lan Ling is not here, he has to launch it forcefully.
I hope luck is on my side this time.