Chapter 442: Driving the tiger and swallowing the wolf

Chapter 442: Driving the tiger and swallowing the wolf

"What's wrong with you? Who hurt you?"

Lan Ling was shocked when she saw Zhao Yushu, who was dressed like rags.

"It's nothing serious, just a superficial wound. Fortunately, this injury was not in vain. I need to rest for a while. I have fought for a chance to leave the city."

"Where?"

"See Yan Hui."

Did Zhao Yushu really just get a chance to go out? Of course not. The mother-in-law's answers to the first two questions seemed nonsense, but they revealed a very important clue.

The leader knows what’s happening in the city, and he can leave at any time if he wants to.

Then the purpose of his retreat is very questionable.

He just didn't want to come out and deal with it.

In other words, he was letting the situation develop.

It is more likely that Yang He is the Red Mask, damn.

If Yang He is the Red Mask, quietly hiding behind the scenes under the orders of the leader, creating a series of incidents in Yuezhou for a yet unknown grand plan, either to eliminate dissidents or to make necessary sacrifices in order to lure out someone, everything seems to make sense.

Don't spend all that time and end up being the victim of a power struggle within the Red Lotus Cult while you're busying around like an important person, only to find out when you look in the mirror that you're the clown.

Zhao Yushu spent an entire night getting his body into optimal condition, and all the injuries inflicted by his mother-in-law disappeared completely.

Arriving in front of the east gate, Zhao Yushu cautiously stretched out his hand towards the almost invisible flame barrier. If his mother-in-law tricked him and he took one more step forward, he would be the first person in history who dared to take the initiative to fight against a sixth-level heaven who had combined the inner scene and the heavenly treasure.

Completely wiped out?

Zhao Yushu stepped out.

Yan Hui was still in Shili Pavilion. It seemed that his posture had not changed since he left. People were coming and going here, but no one noticed this monk. It was too easy for an inner scene to deceive the perception of mortals.

"Mr. Six?"

Yan Hui seemed surprised by Zhao Yushu's arrival.

"Don't be surprised. I never thought I would come to see you again."

Zhao Yushu just sat down on the ground and pounded his legs.

"It looks like Mr. Six is ​​having trouble in town."

"It's a huge problem. I really can't find anyone to help me. I think the master is a great master. He has lived to such an old age and has been to so many places. He must know more than me."

Yan Hui smiled and said, "If I can solve Mr. Liu's doubts, will you follow me back to Dabei Temple?"

Negotiate terms. Zhao Yushu scratched his head and said, "If the master takes me away by force, I can't do anything about it."

"But if you take the initiative to follow me, the old immortal can't say anything."

"Are you afraid of my teacher?" Zhao Yushu was a little proud.

"I am afraid of trouble, and your teacher is a well-known troublemaker."

Zhao Yushu smacked his lips. There was no way he could go back with the old monk. The old man was obviously doubting his identity. Once he was in, with Yan Hui's trouble-making personality, slicing him would be the least of his worries. He would never let him go until he had fully utilized his value.

"Master, if this is your only condition, then I have no choice but to go back. My teacher will be back in a few days, and you won't have any chance. How about we both take a step back and you ask me a few questions, and I will answer the ones I can answer, how about that?"

Yan Hui looked at Zhao Yushu deeply and said, "Let me ask first."

"Okay, I always respect the elderly and love the young. I'll let you ask three questions first."

I’m just afraid that you won’t agree. If you agree, that’s fine. Let’s play a quiz game. How could I, a master of truth or dare, be afraid of you?

"Last time I asked you who you were, Mr. Liu refused to tell the truth. If I ask you again this time, I'm sure the result will be the same."

"Yes, so you should change it."

Zhao Yushu is a bachelor.

"Then may I ask Mr. Liu, where did that storage bag come from?"

"The underworld."

"How do I get it?"

"Chop it off with a knife and take it away."

Yan Hui opened his mouth, feeling like he had wasted a question.

"Why are you willing to give away such a treasure?"

“I don’t know what’s in there.”

Hehe, Yan Hui, you still need to practice.

Looking at the old monk opposite with a look of as if he had eaten shit, Zhao Yushu had a hard time holding back his laughter.

"Come on, it's my turn. My question is much simpler. The underworld has invented a drug that is made by absorbing the blood of monks. Mortals can become monks after taking it, but they will lose their minds and die after a few days. However, if you keep taking it, you will be fine. Don't be so surprised. After all, you are the best in the world, and your ability to accept should be stronger than mine. Now that I have said the premise, my question is, what is the attitude of the Great Compassion Temple towards this kind of thing?"

"The world is going to be in chaos."

Hey, it's really funny for someone like you who stirs up trouble everywhere to say this. Zhao Yushu really wanted to complain, but when he thought about how he got beaten up by his mother-in-law for speaking without restraint, he immediately behaved himself.

"But I have a question. Back then, there was a mountain god in Jiufeng Mountain who used a certain kind of pollen to achieve the same effect. So, it doesn't necessarily require a battle between immortals and mortals, right?"

Yan Hui shook his head: "I have heard of that flower. It is not easy to grow and needs blood and essence to nourish it. Who would be willing to waste it except for that fool Jiufeng Mountain God?"

"So, in the end, there will still be a battle between immortals and mortals?"

"Mr. Liu, have you ever thought about what will happen in the end if what you said is true?"

Zhao Yushu nodded: "Kill until there is only one left. This person has taken away the spiritual power of all the cultivators in the world. Maybe he can break through to a whole new realm, and then stand in the sky, looking at the empty earth, and forget what kind of ghost creature he is."

Yan Hui looked at Zhao Yushu in surprise: "Don't you want to be the best in the world?"

Zhao Yushu smiled: "Master, in Buddhist teachings, is this called greed or anger?"

Yan Hui lowered his head: "It's greed."

"I have asked all my questions. Yuezhou City could become a battlefield at any time. It is said that the master is always compassionate. What are your plans now?"

Secretary Zhao Yu remembered that although this old monk was the most troublemaker in the world, he was indeed a compassionate person, at least he thought he was very compassionate.

"I need to think about this, old man."

Zhao Yushu smiled and stood up: "The leader said that the time has not come yet. I still haven't figured out what it means. Master, have you figured it out?"

Yan Hui shook his head.

"In that case, I will go back. I hope that Master can figure it out before Yuezhou becomes purgatory."

Yan Hui did not stop him. He just watched Zhao Yushu's slowly receding back, then took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms.

Then he took out a small wooden fish from his sleeve.

A bead was taken off and gently touched on the wooden fish, and it turned into ashes.

A tiny ray of light rushed towards the sky. All the enlightened monks within a thousand miles looked up at the sky. At this moment, they heard the sound of wooden fish knocking in their hearts at the same time.

Some of the monks acted decisively, some hesitated, and some hurriedly lowered their heads pretending not to have heard. Then, one after another, the monks packed up their simple bags and headed towards Yuezhou.