The young monk Shang De put his palms together. His face was filled with a benevolent and gentle smile. The smile on his face was almost piled up together as he stared straight at Bu Fang. However, his gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing the eyes.
Snake-like woman? Bu Fang was stunned. Then, under the piercing gaze of the young monk, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
"I do," Bu Fang calmly replied. His expression did not change in the slightest.
He was still wondering why the serpent-men did not come looking for him. It turned out that they met with an accident on the way here. However, it was not strange for an accident to happen … The current imperial city was a gathering place. As a matter of fact, a group of experts had gathered at the entrance of the store last night.
The serpent-men were originally of a different race. For them to meet with an accident when they stepped into the territory of humans … was completely normal.
However, what was this monk trying to say?
Bu Fang looked at the young monk Shang De with a puzzled gaze. "And then? Do you need me to do anything?"
The young monk was delighted when he heard Bu Fang's confirmation. However, Bu Fang's question caused him to pause. He did not know how to answer Bu Fang's question. The one who captured the serpent-men was that sly old fox, Zhao Musheng.
"If you really can't save them, then bring them here." Bu Fang glanced at the bald man, then turned around and returned to the kitchen.
In the Illusory Spirit Swamp, he had promised that if the serpent-men came to his store, he would save them. However, this did not mean that if they met with an accident on the way here, Bu Fang would go looking for them.
The young monk rubbed his head and grinned. Alright, this boss had a personality! However, he could not answer this question, so he would let Zhao Musheng worry about it.
The bald young monk returned to his seat and looked at the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs on the table. The tangerine Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs exuded hot steam and a rich meaty aroma, triggering the hunger in his stomach. He had already eaten a basket of buns on the way here, but now his stomach was extremely hungry again.
He picked up his chopsticks, tapped them lightly on the table, and picked up a piece of orange-red Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs. The meat of the ribs was slightly tender, and when the chopsticks picked it up, it seemed to have a slight elasticity.
Licking his lips, the young monk first used his tongue to lick the sauce on the ribs. The sweet and sour sauce instantly made the young monk's eyes light up.
After stuffing the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs into his mouth, the young monk's eyes immediately lit up. The rich meaty aroma burst forth in his mouth, and the bouncy meat knocked against the walls of his mouth.
"So … so delicious!" The novice monk continued to chew. His eyes widened as he let out a strange laugh. This rib … was really f * cking delicious!
Gulp. The young monk swallowed the ribs in one gulp. He smacked his lips, intoxicated by the fragrance of the meat in his mouth.
As a meat-eating monk, he had an incomprehensible fondness for meat. He would eat almost any kind of meat. This was largely due to the fact that he had survived alone in a boundless desert. There were no plants or spirit fruits in that desert, only furry spirit beasts.
In order to survive, he ate raw meat and drank blood. The taste of the spirit beasts' meat was simply unflattering …
After returning from that place, the young monk Shang De developed an obsession with meat. He swore to eat all the delicious meat in the world.
He poured a cup of Ice Heart Jade Urn Wine. The wine was as clear as spring water and emitted a rich wine aroma, causing the young monk's nostrils to slightly expand.
With a slurp, the wine entered his mouth, accompanied by the fragrance of meat, causing the young monk to involuntarily let out a soft moan.
In the distance … Ouyang Xiaoyi widened her eyes as she stared at the bald monk who unscrupulously drank and ate meat. Her understanding of monks was completely overturned.
"Isn't it written in the books that monks don't drink or eat meat?" Ouyang Xiaoyi curled her lips.
Looking at the young monk Shang De, whose mouth was dripping with grease, he did not resemble the monks recorded in the books at all. As expected … the books were all lies.
The young monk crossed his legs and placed them on the stool. One of his legs trembled as he picked up a piece of Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs and placed it in his mouth. The young monk seemed to sense Ouyang Xiaoyi's gaze and nodded at her with a face full of smiles.
Ouyang Xiaoyi harrumphed and turned her head away.
Ji Chengxue finished his meal and put down his chopsticks. His heart was filled with joy. It had been a long time since he had tasted Owner Bu's delicacies. Today was the first time he had eaten his fill.
"Uncle Lian, let's go," Ji Chengxue said to Lian Fu, who had already finished a plate of Egg-Fried Rice.
Lian Fu raised his orchid fingers and lightly grunted. He stood up reluctantly. This store was filled with memories.
As an emperor, he could not leave the imperial palace for too long. Ji Chengxue's visit today was only to find out what the Five Stripes Path-Understanding Tree, which was coveted by many Battle-Saints, looked like, as well as to taste Owner Bu's new wine. Although he felt it was a pity that he did not get to taste it, he was quite satisfied to review Owner Bu's craftsmanship.
The two left. Wu Yunbai and Master Ah Wu were still working hard. The two ordered many dishes and ate happily.
…
The imperial mausoleum. Light snow was gently falling. A gust of cold wind blew past, rustling the surroundings and making the rustling sound of tree leaves.
The imperial mausoleum was located on top of a tall mountain. Due to the slight snowfall, the temperature was still much colder than the imperial city which had already begun to warm up.
From a thatched hut, a man wearing plain linen clothes slowly walked out.
The man held a broom and slowly stepped into the eerie and majestic imperial mausoleum that was filled with many towering tombstones. Holding the broom, he slowly swept away the fallen leaves that had fallen on the tombstones.
The rustling sound reverberated in the silent imperial mausoleum, carrying with it a somewhat horrifying sound.
"Tsk tsk … The dignified King Yu, who dared to fight for the throne in the imperial city, actually ended up in such a miserable state. Has the brilliance of the past all turned into flowing water? How sad and lamentable. "
Within the silent imperial mausoleum, a burst of sneering suddenly rang out and the crisp sound of footsteps echoed.
The man who was holding the broom paused for a moment. He straightened his body and looked toward the person who was sneering. His eyes were incomparably lifeless and his face was expressionless.
Zhao Ruge, who was wearing a white robe, was standing with his hands behind his back. Beside him were several guards wrapped in black robes whose faces could not be seen clearly. The aura of these guards was extremely powerful and frightening, suppressing all the guards in the imperial mausoleum.
Zhao Ruge strode forward and paced back and forth at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum. He did not step into the imperial mausoleum. As an outsider, he did not have the qualifications or courage to enter the imperial mausoleum.
That was because he simply did not know what the consequences would be if an outsider were to step into the imperial mausoleum.
Ji Chengyu looked at Zhao Ruge for a while, then lowered his head again and began to sweep the leaves that had fallen on the tombstones. His movements were slow and overflowing with an air of seniority. He no longer had the demeanor of the energetic King Yu from before.
"Your highness, are you willing to stay in this imperial mausoleum for the rest of your life? Think about Ji Chengxue, who is currently sitting on the throne. Don't tell me you don't feel resentment and anger in your heart? " Zhao Ruge's gaze was like lightning as he coldly said, "Why is it that you, King Yu, are guarding the imperial mausoleum like a stray dog while Ji Chengxue is comfortably sitting on the throne? What gives him the right to do so? "
Ji Chengyu's eyes flickered and a trace of a bitter smile appeared in his lifeless eyes. "Zhao Ruge, do you think the current me still has the ability to compete with Ji Chengxue? Everything is already a foregone conclusion. Imperial Father has chosen him, and I … am a complete loser. "
"Loser? That's not how I remember King Yu. "Zhao Ruge sneered.
Ji Chengyu shook his head and no longer paid any attention to Zhao Ruge. He turned around and walked toward a tombstone. It was the tombstone of Emperor Changfeng. It was very simple and was not as magnificent as the tombstone of an emperor. One could even say it was a little shabby.
Ji Chengyu lowered his head and hid his face as he slowly swept the fallen leaves.
"Ji Chengyu, I, Zhao Ruge, have come here today to tell you that you still have a chance. Lian Fu is currently in the imperial city and this is the best time for you to escape. If you don't want to leave, I, Zhao Ruge, will not say anything. However, if you still feel resentment in your heart, then I, Zhao Ruge, and my father … Zhao Musheng, will provide you with sufficient resources!"
Zhao Ruge asked, "What's your choice?"
A cold wind blew past, blowing away the snow that filled the sky. When the snowflakes landed on Zhao Ruge's face, they were instantly melted by his body temperature.
His gaze shifted toward a figure within the imperial mausoleum. He believed that Ji Chengyu would not admit defeat just like that.
Sure enough, that figure slowly walked out with a broom in his hand. His eyes were still lifeless, but within this lifeless gray color, there was a flame that was reignited by the spring breeze.
"Zhao Musheng, huh? That old fox … is really annoying. "
Ji Chengyu lifted the broom and broke the velvet rope on his head, causing his hair to immediately spread out.
Zhao Ruge looked at him and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
…
It was late at night. Two bright moons hung high in the sky, reflecting each other's radiance.
In a courtyard within the imperial city, Zhao Musheng stood with his hands behind his back. His gaze was gentle and distant, and the energy on his body was fluctuating slightly like flowing water.
Suddenly, a figure shrouded in the smell of alcohol landed in the courtyard. Occasionally, one could even hear the sound of drunken burps.
Zhao Musheng's brows immediately furrowed as he looked at the figure.
"Shang De, you drank so much again. Monks are not supposed to drink, but you've gone from bad to worse."
"Hehe, Elder, Shang De knows that you understand. Why can't monks drink? As the saying goes, wine and meat pass through the intestines. What this monk wants is to feel good!" Shang De's face was flushed red as he said to Zhao Musheng, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"Alright, no matter how much you drink, as long as you don't cause any trouble, it's fine." Zhao Musheng frowned and sighed.
If it were any other monk from the Mahayana Island who appeared in front of him like this, he would have long given them a slap, but Shang De … Sigh.
"Elder, I've found out about the matter you asked me to investigate. That Owner Bu … he said that he knows this serpent-man." Shang De's eyes were blurry from drunkenness, and he couldn't even stand steadily.
He leaned against a tree and said, "That Owner Bu said … So what if we know each other? What should we do?"
The muscles on Zhao Musheng's face twitched slightly as he chuckled. "So what if we know each other? Since we know each other, it'll be easy … "
"Bu Fang, oh Bu Fang, this old man wants to see if you'll leave me in the lurch … Hahaha!"
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