This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 472 Bodhisattva
Tianwei's words made Lu Yuanzhi quite interested.

He stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong, God?"

Seeing Lu Yuanzhi stop, Dadan showed a look of confusion on his face.

Of course he couldn't hear the conversation between Lu Yuanzhi and Tianwei, but he could vaguely feel that the Lord God in front of him seemed to have figured out what he said.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had only followed Lu Yuanzhi for a period of time, Dadan already regarded Lu Yuanzhi as his god.

Every time he thought about the feeling of his wife and children dying before him and him being powerless to do anything, he felt as if a heavy stone was weighing down his heart.

In order to seek revenge, he even used himself as bait, just to get a chance for the God to take action...

Fortunately, he made the right bet.

The gods helped him to avenge his great hatred.

Moreover, when killing Kang Niang, the Lord God also kicked himself, kicking himself out of the life-threatening poison.

So in Dadan's heart, Lu Yuanzhi's status is higher than his own in his own heart.

And he really considers everything for the Lord God.

"Well, in that case, let's go."

Lu Yuanzhi glanced at Dadan with a calm expression and slowly walked outside.

Pulling up Heiban's arm, the two of them chased after the delegation.

……

A towering city appeared in front of the delegation.

Lu Yuanzhi rode a BMW, his eyes moving over the big city.

The capital of Southern Xinjiang is in no way inferior to Dayong.

It not only looks grand and beautiful, but also has a sense of historical weight, and even has a strong sense of oppression.

"This capital is the masterpiece of the dwarf tribe..."

After entering the capital, Hei Ban had been acting as a guide for everyone. No matter where they went, he never stopped talking, chattering all the way to the imperial city.

The strange appearance of Lu Yuanzhi and his delegation also caused a lot of discussion in the capital.

The appearance of people in southern Xinjiang is similar to those in the African tribes that I have seen in my previous life.

But what is more obvious is that the cheekbones of people in southern Xinjiang are more prominent.

"That's where the nobles enjoy themselves. Many people from the Rakshasa tribe work as prostitutes there..."

The dark spot pointed at a building.

The building looked quite strange. It was probably built by people from the dwarf tribe. Although it looked different from the Jiaofangsi in Dayongjing, different pretty faces were revealed in the open windows inside.

Originally, Lu Yuanzhi was still sighing that the seafood merchants in southern Xinjiang were much more beautiful than those in Dayong's Jiaofangsi, but when he heard Heiban's words, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Damn...

Why do the nobles in the southern capital city like this?

"Is that the Beiyong envoy group ahead?"

Just as the delegation was walking towards the imperial city, a voice interrupted the conversation of several people.

Lu Yuanzhi looked towards the owner of the voice, and saw a short, dark and fat figure standing in front of the delegation.

There was a rather arrogant look on his face.

Lu Yuanzhi nodded calmly: "It's the envoys from Dayong."

South Xinjiang, North Yong.

The people of Dayong called Liaojiang "Southern Xinjiang", and the people of Southern Xinjiang called Dayong "Northern Yong".

This is the local custom.

"Well, come with us. Lord Chusheng doesn't have time to see you now. Let's arrange for you to stay and wait for Lord Chusheng to summon you."

The chubby little black guy came in front of Lu Yuanzhi and said lightly.

"Oh."

Lu Yuanzhi just glanced at him and didn't care about the arrogance in his eyes. He just nodded lightly and said:
"Let's go."

"hehe."

Seeing Lu Yuanzhi so docile, the little black fat man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his chin, gave the delegation a thumbs-up, then walked to the front, stepped on a man's shoulders to get on the elephant, and walked leisurely in front.

The life of the people in southern Xinjiang is actually not much different from that in Dayong.

It’s just that the differences in regions mean that some customs are different.

But Wang Xianping considered such rude behavior to be disrespectful to himself and others.

So he stood out from the delegation, looked at the fat black guy with contempt and said:
"Who are you? Why are you so rude to receive the Yong delegation? Why did you use a black jar? Do you people from Southern Xinjiang look down on Yong? Have you forgotten how you were defeated by Yong's Mighty Marquis twenty years ago?"

Although the sound was not loud, it was extremely insulting.

After hearing what Wang Xianping said, the little black fat man's dark face instantly turned red. He turned his head and looked at Wang Xianping viciously:
"Who are you?"

"Humph! I am the Minister of Rites of Dayong!"

Wang Xianping's face was full of pride.

The little black fat man looked at Wang Xianping fiercely and said:

"What? Don't you, Dayong, know any etiquette? How dare you, as a guest, speak so rudely?"

It can be seen that although the little black fat boy is a little ugly, his professional ability is still good. At least he has some research on Dayong language.

He talked so much but didn't stutter.

"Etiquette? Haha, our Great Yong is a great country. How can you use such standards to receive our delegation? I think you people in Southern Xinjiang don't understand etiquette first!"

Wang Xianping has never bowed his head to anyone when it comes to scolding people. He looked at the little black fat man with his nose in the air and continued:
"You speak the official language of our Great Yong quite fluently, so you obviously know a lot about our Great Yong. Why? You treat us so coldly, aren't you afraid that I will report you to your leader in the palace?"

Wang Xianping obviously knew the purpose of Dayong's mission to southern Xinjiang.

The Great Yong delegation came for the benefit of the two countries.

Even if Chusheng doesn't like him, he will definitely not offend him.

Therefore, the arrogance on the face of this little black fat man and his disdain for the delegation were his own ideas.

"伱!"

After hearing what Wang Xianping said, the little black fat man stared and wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Xianping's curse.

"You are a rude person and a barbaric country. If you do not dismount and leave, our delegation will turn around and leave. If you suddenly blame us, don't blame me for not reminding you."

……

Hearing this, the little black fat man gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Xianping. He wanted to say something but the person next to him pulled his clothes.

After taking a deep breath, he looked at Wang Xianping with a fake smile:
"I was rude."

Having said that, he got off the elephant stiffly. With the servants leading the elephant, he walked in front, heading towards the imperial city.

"Humph!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Xianping's expression improved slightly. Without saying anything more, he followed the little black fat man and led the delegation towards the Southern Xinjiang Imperial City.

However, the crowd stopped before reaching the imperial city.

After all, it was impossible to really bring them into the imperial city and just stop them in front of a building next to the imperial city.

This is a place specially set up in southern Xinjiang to welcome envoys from other countries.

The little black fat man gave Wang Xianping a fierce look, then left angrily with his men.

Wang Xianping didn't care about his look at all. After arranging the delegation members, he went into his room.

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Wang Xianping in surprise. It was the first time he saw Wang Xianping suddenly explode since he came to Southern Xinjiang from Dayong.

People who need help even when walking are so tough in front of other countries.

Not bad.

She is worthy of being the one that my uncle likes.

"Lord God, Lord Chusheng hasn't summoned us yet, so why don't we take this opportunity to ask about the Bodhisattva from the Buddhist sect?" Heiban followed behind Lu Yuanzhi with a serious face.

Lu Yuanzhi glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Yes."

After saying that, the two of them walked towards the door.

There are guards guarding the entrance of this building.

After leaving the building, the guards did not say much. They would not restrict the freedom of the delegation members.

After leaving the building, the two walked towards the street.

Although most of the people in southern Xinjiang have black appearance, there are also many people with strange looks.

Take Hei Ban for example. Although his body shape is similar to that of a human, he has a lot of black hair on his body and even layers of hair on his face.

There are also many people with strange looks on the street.

Their clothing was not restrictive; some people even just wrapped a few grass leaves around their waists, looking like savages.

But there is no one who looks as human as the people in Dayong.

Therefore, Lu Yuanzhi naturally became the subject of gossip on the street.

However, Lu Yuanzhi didn't understand what they were saying and was too lazy to pay attention to them.

The two walked to a small shop and ordered some food. Hei Ban then took the initiative to ask the owner of the shop.

"Squeak~"

"Chirp~"

"Zhizhizhi?"

"Chirp!"

"squeak……"

"Chirp..."

Lu Yuanzhi listened to the inexplicable conversation between the two and felt that it was a bit funny, but he did not laugh. He just waited silently.

"God, there is some clue."

After asking about the time, Hei Ban turned around and looked at Lu Yuanzhi and communicated with him.

"Talk about it."

Lu Yuanzhi's attention was focused on the snacks on the table.

The green stuff looked unappetizing. He picked up a spoon and tried it, but after struggling for a while, he gave up.

"The Buddha from Buddhism did arrive a few days earlier than us."

There was a gloomy look on Heiban's face:
"And he had met Lord Susheng before us."

"Oh?"

Lu Yuanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and he looked at the black spot and asked:

"anything else?"

"I didn't find out what they talked about, but I did find out where the Bodhisattva lived."

"is it?"

A gleam of brilliance flashed across Lu Yuanzhi's eyes:
"Then let's act now without further delay."

"Yes."

Without any nonsense, the two paid the money and walked outside.

It is worth mentioning that the currency in southern Xinjiang is also silver, and its purchasing power is not much different from the silver in Dayong.

……

Soon, the two of them appeared in front of a building.

This building is not far from the building of the Dayong delegation. It seems that this area is basically where the delegation lives.

Looking at the building in front of him, Lu Yuanzhi frowned.

There were no guards from Southern Xinjiang on duty in front of the building.

Instead, there were two bald monks sitting on cushions, chanting Buddha's name with concentration with their eyes closed.

"It seems that this Bodhisattva is quite vigilant."

When Lu Yuanzhi saw this scene, a solemn look appeared on his face.

Because he sensed that the two monks sitting at the door gave him the same feeling as Monk Yingchen.

You know, Yingchen is a Buddhist disciple in the Buddhist community.

These two middle-aged monks looked peaceful, but the heaviness of their aura made Lu Yuanzhi a little puzzled.

"What should we do now?"

There was a solemn look on Hei Ban's face.

"Those two monks are quite powerful. If you get too close to them, you might be discovered."

Lu Yuanzhi glanced at the black spot calmly and continued:

"Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

As he spoke, his body disappeared from the spot.

There was a look of bewilderment on Hei Ban's face, and he looked at Lu Yuanzhi's back with some doubts...

How does the Lord God tell the strength of the Buddhists?
As far as he knew, the Heavenly God practiced the unique martial arts of Dayong, and the Buddhist practice system was completely different from the Heavenly God's...

……

"Xuanshu Bodhisattva, shall we stop here today?"

In a room in the building, a figure with a gentle smile on his face was looking at a bald monk sitting cross-legged on a cushion with a gentle expression.

"Haha, please, King Lilixing. Tomorrow I will set up a Buddhist platform at the edge of the imperial city to preach the Dharma. If you are interested, you can come and listen."

The bald monk had an extremely delicate appearance. Although he was bald, his face was as fair as jade and his voice was extremely gentle and infectious. Every word he uttered sounded like a spring breeze to others, who all had a better impression of him out of nowhere.

This person is the Bodhisattva sent by Buddhism, and his Buddhist name is Xuanshu.

"Haha, this king has always been yearning for Buddhism, and I will definitely go there tomorrow."

The other figure looked familiar. It was the leader of the Zir tribe that she met in the forest two days ago, Lilixing, who claimed to be Kang Niang's godfather.

"kindness."

Xuan Shu nodded lightly, smiled gently at him, then closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist teachings in a low voice.

After Lilixing walked away, Xuan Shu slowly opened his eyes, looked at Lilixing's back, and a smile appeared on his face.

This leader is the only one left.

As long as he could pull this leader into his camp, he would have ruined half of the mission between Dayong and Southern Xinjiang.

As Buddhists, they are aware of everything that has happened in Kyushu recently.

They are located in the far west of the continent. Although it is remote, their influence is no less than that of other places. On the contrary, they have always had a say in news since ancient times.

When the news that the demon clan was heading to Dayong spread, the Buddhists were all extremely excited.

The harder others fight, the more beneficial it is for me to spread my Buddhist teachings to them.

They thought both sides would suffer losses.

But he never expected that the mighty Demon King could not defeat a newly promoted third-grade warrior from Dayong.

This made those Buddhists puzzled.

What made them even more puzzled was that Xianshu Bodhisattva had gone to Dayong to obtain the Western treasure a few days ago, but there was still no news after such a long time...

What is so magical about Dayong?

This is something that all Buddhists cannot understand.

But they didn't dare to really break off relations with Dayong.

After all, their Buddhist disciples are still in the capital of Dayong!

(End of this chapter)