Chapter 150 Three Hundred and Sixty Real People (Free 2)
(This chapter is a bit watery, I will give you another free chapter tomorrow)
The master's face couldn't help but change, and she quickly sent a message with her soul: "Master, don't say anything yet."
Xie Cao nodded.
After all, they are surrounded by King Yan's men. If this method is to be carried out, there is no guarantee that King Yan will not sacrifice these warriors in the Xuanjia Army first.
The Master's face became a little uncertain.
The temptation to resurrect the dragon veins is too great, and generations of their ancestors and grandchildren have been looking forward to it for hundreds of years.
But I don’t know how many lives will be invested, and I don’t know whether it will be effective.
Xie Que showed a smile as if it had nothing to do with him: "The poor monk is just talking, the specific actions need to be decided by the master and the prince themselves. After all, this method is really against the harmony of nature."
The master thought for a few times, and suddenly seemed to have made some decision, and asked the old monk: "If there are enough... how sure is the master of resurrecting the dragon vein?"
Xie Que smiled, knowing that the other party was preparing to take the bait:
"If it's enough, then it's 100%."
The master nodded, clasped his hands together, and said with a hint of apology in his tone: "The master is such a master, but it is a pity that King Yan is busy with affairs and cannot come to meet the master in person."
This is to tell Xie Que that he underestimated your old monk's strength.
If he had known it earlier, King Yan would definitely come in person.
Xie Que just smiled and shook his head: "The poor monk only cares about big things and doesn't care about face matters."
After saying the Buddha's name, Master Shitai temporarily left, claiming that he was going to discuss with King Yan.
Master Sanxian's original idea was to arrange for Feng Tianyu to be placed in a temple near Jinmen City.
But now it is discovered that not only is the old monk's strength lacking, but he also has the ability to revive dragon veins.
Regardless of whether it is true or false, Shitai feels that King Yan would rather believe that he exists than be unwilling to try it.
This made Master Tai think carefully.
Xie Que was not in a hurry. Anyway, the hook he had set had already been bitten. As for whether the big fish or the small fish was hooked, it all depended on the determination of King Yan's party.
He looked at Princess Hongyun who was standing blankly aside, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt.
There were no traces of death around her body, which meant that Princess Hongyun was already a dead person.
But now, under the cover of this mask, his status cannot be seen.
The Protector Vajra on the side saw that the old monk kept looking at Princess Hongyun, and coughed a few times: "Master, this is the prince's daughter, Princess Hongyun."
"But I've been sick recently, so it's a little inconvenient to talk."
It means telling Xie Que not to read too much or ask too many questions.
Xie Que didn't think about it anymore and asked directly: "The old monk is also good at treating diseases. If the princess is not feeling well, can she talk to the old monk?"
Unexpectedly, Princess Hongyun actually spoke coldly: "I won't bother you, Master."
Xie Que smiled and said, "No trouble."
But there was some clarity in her heart. It seemed that Princess Hongyun could still maintain the most basic thinking ability.
That means that it is not completely refined into an unconscious puppet, and its state may be similar to that of a zombie.
After a long while, seeing that the master still hadn't returned, Xie Que asked the Protector Vajra beside him somewhat boredly: "What's your name, young monk?"
When the Dharma Protector King heard this, he remembered Uncle Ji who had just been killed by the old monk. He couldn't help but shuddered and said with a trembling voice: "Master, I am an orphan. I have no surname."
Xie Que turned to look at the other ones. The other Dharma Protector Vajra actually learned to respond and shook their heads: "We are all orphans."
"Amitabha." Xie Que felt that he was bored, so he said the Buddha's name and said nothing more.
Not to mention how happy those few Dharma Protectors were when they saw the old monk shut up.
Xie Que showed a hint of courage and began to sense continuously.
If you want to pull the King of Yan out of the cauldron, you must not let him kill all his soldiers at once.
When jumping into the river, you have to take your time, otherwise the poor monk will not be able to catch all the fish.
This feeling really surprised Xie Que.
There are no less than fifty martial arts masters in the Xuanjia Army alone.
A martial arts master is a captain of thousands, which means that the troops stationed by King Yan in Jinmen City are no less than 50,000 warriors.
And the total number of martial arts masters in the entire Jinmen City, both openly and hidden by various sects, will not exceed this number.
But considering that King Yan was using half of the northern Zhou Dynasty's resources to train his troops, Xie Que was not surprised.
After all, the most indispensable thing in this world is people.
Not everyone has talent in literary arts, but basically everyone can practice martial arts.
Of course, except for freaks like Tong Guan.
Moreover, King Yan also had to guard the entire northern border defense line, the bloodthirsty barbarians on the northwest grasslands, and the tribal barbarians in the white mountains and black waters of the northeast.
This was a delaying strategy set up by the late emperor for the King of Yan, who kept working hard and was unable to accumulate power.
But a few years ago, King Yan secretly negotiated peace with the Yi people and many tribes, and even colluded with them.
Xie Que learned this information from the memories of the real people under King Yan.
And because there were so many martial arts masters under the command of King Yan, there were not enough places to worship the gods.
He used a large amount of daily necessities in exchange for a place to worship the external evil god.
Outside the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are poor mountains and rivers, where there are few believers and evil gods are rampant.
Like the "Bloodthirsty King Kong" that Xie Que, the real person who obtained the Death Mark, believed in.
Its statues and tribes of believers are now in the hands of King Yan.
He trained such a large number of black armor troops in order to worship gods and create four realms on a large scale.
According to Xie Que's estimation, the number of four realms created by King Yan's command to worship gods is probably already a terrifying figure.
As for the corpses under the four realms, even if they are fished out now, it is difficult to generate useful entries.
At this time, Master Sanxian also came over.
Behind him was a Taoist master.
As soon as the real person opened his mouth, a terrifying aura instantly spread from his body, making it difficult for even those powerful Protector Vajras to remain calm.
"Master traveled thousands of miles away, but I didn't greet you personally. I hope you won't be offended, master."
Possession method? Xie Que looked unperturbed and his face was still full of smiles: "The prince is busy with everything, a poor monk can understand."
King Yan sighed, and a vast and majestic drum sound sounded from his body, which vaguely held up a golden barrier, covering only Xie Que, Master Tai and King Yan.
"In the past few years, Xiao Wang has been rude a lot."
Xie Que recalled Feng Tianyu's memory. In the past few years, when the conch was still usable, King Yan had always been a little indifferent to Feng Tianyu.
After all, King Yan already knew Feng Tianyu's true realm, and he didn't particularly care about such an eighth-level thunder tribulation.
However, the journey had already gone so far, and it was difficult for Feng Tianyu to turn back even if he wanted to, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to Dazhou.
Xie Que showed a smile: "The reins of the horse must be long, and the mind must be wide when arguing. The poor monk has long forgotten these things."
King Yan also smiled and said: "Master is indeed a master."
The two exchanged false greetings again, but when they couldn't get to the point, the master couldn't help coughing a few times and took the initiative to speak: "Master, the matter of dragon veins..."
Xie Que immediately clapped his hands: "It's the poor monk who has forgotten."
He raised his head, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes:
"Three hundred and sixty real people who have entered Taoism or worshipers of gods can revive the dragon energy from this vein."