Chapter 307: Ten Thousand Floating Corpses
Zhao Yushu dragged the little Taoist priest up the Skull Mountain and lay on the skeletons, gasping for breath.
"So this is what Kuhai looks like. If I didn't know you were the abbot of Dabei Temple, I would have thought it was created by some evil monk."
Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.
Zhao Yushu unceremoniously mocked the instigator of everything, Master Yanhui.
"The sea of suffering is hell. If you want to go to paradise, you must first escape from the sea of suffering."
"Well, you are right, but maybe there is no sea of suffering in this world. It is created by people like you."
Yan Hui smiled and said nothing more.
"Where are the others? I met this useless guy along the way." Zhao Yushu pointed at the little Taoist priest lying beside him. The little Taoist priest closed his eyes and pretended to be fainted.
"If Mr. Six is referring to the ones you brought in from the Imperial Mausoleum, they are still struggling in misery."
Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes. How did this old monk know that I came from the imperial mausoleum?
"If you struggle any longer, you'll probably die. Master, you've killed countless people."
“That’s their fate.”
Made.
Zhao Yushu cursed in his heart, but now was not the time to argue with the old monk. The most important thing was to find the old man first.
"Where is my teacher?"
"Where he belongs."
The corners of Zhao Yushu's mouth twitched, and he wanted to curse even more.
"I'm going to find him."
Yan Hui smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhao Yushu stood up and saw an endless sea of blood surrounding Skull Island.
I have absolutely no idea where to go.
Yan Hui looked at him at his helplessness and continued to smile.
"Master, you are a compassionate monk, why don't you show me the way?" Zhao Yushu is a very shameless person, but he can be very shameless at critical moments.
“The road is right under our feet.”
Hey!
Zhao Yushu finally couldn't help cursing and asked, "Do you want me to sing a song for you, Where is the Way?"
This old monk is too narrow-minded. Looking at Zixiao, Zhao Yushu curled his lips, did a few stretches, moved his arms which were a little sore from swimming for a long time, randomly found a direction, and jumped into the sea of blood with a splash.
As soon as Zhao Yushu left, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes and got up quickly: "Thank you very much, Master Yanhui, for saving me. I wonder if you can help me out? I will repay you for your kindness in the future."
Yan Hui glanced at the young Taoist priest with a smile and said, "It's not that I don't want to go out, it's that I can't go out."
The young Taoist priest was horrified: "Master, please don't tease me. As soon as I came in, I was in your boundless sea of suffering. How could you not send me out?"
Yan Hui shook his head: "The sea of suffering is indeed a sea of suffering, but it is not my sea of suffering. Moreover, I just borrowed the power of the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains to make the sea of suffering a little bigger. If you want to leave the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, I have no way to do it."
The young Taoist priest frowned and said, "Although I have killed a few villains, there are not so many corpses. If this is my sea of suffering, I am stupid and hope that the master can give me some advice on how to start."
Yan Hui smiled but said nothing.
The young master suddenly understood.
Zhao Yushu lay in the water with his head held high, stimulating a trace of spiritual power at the soles of his feet, and swimming in the water like an electric boat.
Since he accidentally discovered this method, he has saved a lot of effort.
But this sea of blood is still boundless.
This old monk is really something. He is obviously a monk, but he created a hell-like sea of blood with skeletons everywhere. How many people did this old monk kill?
However, Third Senior Brother seemed to have mentioned that although this big monk would cause a bloody storm every time he came down the mountain, he himself rarely took action. So, were all these heads counted on him?
Since it was the monk's fault, why did he make me swim so hard? And how can I get out this time? I really have no idea.
Another head floated by. This head had not yet been completely corroded, and its skinny face looked as if it had not had a full meal in years.
Another poor man.
Zhao Yushu continued to swim forward.
Heads kept floating by, most of them had turned to bones, but a few still had vague recognizable appearances from before birth. There were men and women, old and young, and even some of foreign races judging by their hairstyles.
A trace of confusion arose in Zhao Yushu's heart, and he subconsciously began to swim towards the head within his sight.
Wearing a green jade hairpin, a scholar!
Wearing a turban, a peasant!
Wearing an old helmet, Sergeant!
As Zhao Yushu's doubts grew, as if to help him take a step further, the number of heads suddenly increased, surrounding Zhao Yushu tightly.
Zhao Yushu swam forward with all his strength, pushing aside thousands of heads, and looked with gritted teeth at the blurry figure standing in the sea of corpses and blood.
"It's you, the Dog Emperor!"
The young master suddenly felt a tremor under his feet, and the island made of skeletons was falling apart.
"Grandmaster!"
"Donor, this is your destiny." Yan Hui smiled as the piece of skull carrying him slowly went away, getting farther and farther away from the little Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest looked around hurriedly, and suddenly saw that Zhao Yushu, who had been walking for at least an hour, was floating not far from him, and right in front of him, a blurry figure slowly turned his head.
The emperor stood on the only piece of land, and in front of him seemed to be a collapsed palace.
"who are you?"
"Your Majesty, he is Zhao Yushu!"
The little Taoist priest shouted behind him.
Zhao Yushu looked back at the young Taoist priest with some confusion. How come this kid caught up so quickly? If I had known this, I would have asked the old monk for an island.
"Mr. Six of the Academy? Why are you here? Little Heavenly Master, why are you here too?"
Zhao Yushu let out a chuckle and tried hard to climb onto the land. But the emperor was not doing well. True Man Zixiao and Zhang Tianshi were able to quickly realize that they were in an endless sea of regret, but the emperor was completely confused. The gap in their realms was not that big.
"He pulled us all into the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains!" The little Taoist priest also jumped over.
You are such a great commentator. I was thinking of bluffing him.
"you?"
"I, the prince, and Prince Fu have all come in, but I don't know where they are."
Well, it seems that in the eyes of the little master, other people are not human beings.
"Well, you can come in, and think with me about how to get out."
The little Taoist priest hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, should we capture Zhao Yushu together first?"
The young Taoist priest was very self-aware. Before, he had dared to laugh at Zhao Yushu for not being his match in Dongdu. However, after being nearly crippled by Old Zhao in a fight at the Imperial Mausoleum, he became much more obedient. He knew that it would be a bit ridiculous for him to defeat Zhao Yushu on his own.
"Can we get out after we capture him?"
The young Taoist priest opened his mouth but could not utter a word for a long time.
Zhao Yushu scratched his head again. Why is this emperor so weird?
"I seem to have been here before, but I can't quite remember. Zhao Yushu, you are the sixth teacher of the academy, so you must be very knowledgeable. Come and take a look. Where is this?"
It is obvious that this land is the only hope to escape the emperor's sea of suffering, and this collapsed palace is the only building on land.
Zhao Yushu walked forward, passed the emperor, and approached the ruins that the emperor had always dared not approach.
He pushed open the broken door, stepped over the threshold, squatted down, and reached out to brush away the dust that had fallen on the door plaque in the courtyard for some reason.
The door plaque is very damaged, the first two characters are completely unrecognizable, and only the last two characters are vaguely visible.
Wangfu.