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Chapter 522 I Have Connections!
"It's a pity that you've become a monk, Master Zhishen, otherwise I would have bought some fine wine and meat and enjoyed a good meal with you two tonight."

“Why should you have such concerns, sir Wang Jin? I am a monk who does not discriminate between meat and vegetables. As the saying goes, ‘Buddha sits in my heart, while wine and meat pass through my intestines!’” Lu Zhishen said to Wang Jin.

"That works!" Wang Jin slapped his thigh.

"Hero Wang Jin, let me go buy some wine and meat!" Shi Jin said.

"How long have you been in Bianjing?" Wang Jin asked Shi Jin.

"It's been half a month," Shi Jin said.

"Not long. If you, an outsider, were to go and buy it, they might shortchange you," Wang Jin said with a smile.

"Indeed."

“I came from Mount Wutai to the Xiangguo Temple here, and the people in Bianjing openly look down on outsiders. They have so many rules and customs,” Lu Zhishen chimed in.

"But wouldn't it be putting yourself in danger if you went to buy it yourself, hero Wang Jin?" Shi Jin said worriedly.

"How did they recognize me?"

Wang Jin rubbed his face and stretched his muscles, and he looked completely different.

He turned into a red-faced old man, hunched over and looking nothing like a chivalrous hero.

"It can be like this?!" Lu Zhishen was shocked, and Shi Jin was also surprised.

“There’s nothing surprising about it. You can do it easily once you understand your body well enough,” Wang Jin said.

Before leaving, Wang Jin inspected his house one last time. Everything he hadn't been able to take with him before had been moved out; there were no tables or chairs, just bare walls.

“Brother Shi Jin, accompany me to the vegetable garden so I can move my bedding here. How can I let you, hero, sleep on the ground when you get home?” Lu Zhishen said.

"Oh, then let's split up." Wang Jin thought with delight.

There is no curfew in Bianjing, but today, before nightfall, officials and constables were seen flooding the streets, rigorously inspecting strangers.

Wang Jin was also questioned, but he spoke with a local Bianjing accent and was familiar with the people and places in Bianjing, so he was let off the hook quickly.

Following the example set by those above, some people, unable to withstand questioning, would secretly slip a little money into the other party's hand and let them go.

"You scoundrel, tell me, did you steal these gold, silver, and jade artifacts? From whose mansion did you steal them?"

"I didn't steal this. This is all my possessions. I brought it here to seek a future in Bianjing. I have connections in the government!"

"Bah! You poor, down-on-your-luck fellow, and you claim to have connections? These two baskets of gold, silver, and jade are clearly stolen! Once you're thrown in jail and severely tortured, you'll see you've been lying!"

Wang Jin stopped in his tracks. Yang Zhi was surrounded by a group of government officials on the streets of Bianjing, and there were many people watching the spectacle.

Yang Zhi's face turned a mixture of red and blue as his sinister gaze swept over the officers carrying knives.

He couldn't escape punishment for fighting these scoundrels; in fact, his crime would be compounded, and he might end up in jail as a wronged ghost.

With three gleaming knives held to Yang Zhi's neck, he had no choice but to surrender.

Yang Zhi was overcome with grief.

"Why are you treating me like this..."

Yang Zhi was a military officer who had served in the Imperial Guard. He fled into hiding after losing the tribute of precious stones. Later, upon hearing of the emperor's general amnesty, he returned to Bianjing with his money, hoping to be reinstated.

Upon arriving at the gates of Bianjing, he was stuck and had no choice but to sell his ancestral treasured sword.

After finally entering the city, the person who could reinstate him to his post was none other than Gao Qiu, the Grand Commandant of the Palace Guard. Unexpectedly, this fellow was killed by Wang Jin with a single sword strike from afar before the sun had even set.

When he tried to find other connections, he ran into a thorough investigation by the patrol and inspection department.

Yang Zhi felt he was incredibly unlucky.

Standing dejectedly in place, Yang Zhi let his hands be bound by the patrol officers and walked towards the government office.

"That's it, everyone's gone! There's nothing to see here!!"

"Just a moment."

Wang Jin came out.

He removed his disguise and stood in the middle of the street, addressing the patrol officers and their entourage.

"Are you an accomplice of this thief?" "Hmph! Look carefully at who I am before you speak," Wang Jin said.

"..."

The patrol officers froze, and just as they were about to disperse, the people gathered back, enjoying the spectacle.

"You, you are Wang Jin..."

"It's Wang Jin!!"

The twelve patrolmen felt a chill run from their tailbone to the top of their head, and cold sweat broke out on their backs and foreheads.

"Oh, I'm Wang Jin?"

As Wang Jin took a step towards the twelve people from the patrol and inspection department, the twelve people opposite him also took a step back.

"Don't come any closer, I'm going to call for help!"

"Go ahead and shout, shout louder! I want to see who you can summon!" Wang Jin said to the twelve patrol officers.

"Wang Jin, do you know that you have committed a heinous crime!"

"The Emperor himself has issued an order to capture you alive, you traitor!"

"Oh, anything else?" Wang Jin asked with a light laugh.

"besides……"

"Gone?"

Wang Jin strode forward, and the twelve patrolmen also shielded the bound Yang Zhi in front of them.

"Hero Wang Jin..."

Yang Zhi didn't know whether he should cry or laugh.

If he was truly unlucky, then now the most renowned chivalrous hero in the land, Wang Jin, was personally standing up for him; if he wasn't lucky, without Wang Jin, he would have already entered Bianjing City and used his connections to get reinstated.

"Humph!"

Wang Jin drew his sword with incredible speed; everyone only saw a flash before their eyes as the ropes binding Yang Zhi snapped, and the sword was sheathed.

Yang Zhi smelled a foul odor of excrement and urine and realized it was coming from behind him.

He turned around and saw that all twelve men from the patrol office were so frightened by the knife strike that they had soiled themselves.

"Get out, don't pollute my eyes here."

As soon as Wang Jin gave the order, the twelve men ran away in a panic, while the onlookers laughed uproariously.

Wang Jin picked up the carrying pole and placed it in front of Yang Zhi. Yang Zhi reached out and took the pole, which contained gold, silver and jade, and put it on his shoulder.

"Alas, hero Wang Jin, from now on I am yours," Yang Zhi said with a hint of resentment.

"In this vast world, I can go nowhere but by your side, my esteemed hero."

"Uh……"

"I didn't mean to," Wang Jin said apologetically to Yang Zhi.

"Great Hero Wang Jin, I have sold you my ancestral sword and saved my life. If you are to abandon me, I can only beg you to take my life." Yang Zhi spoke to Wang Jin almost pleadingly.

“If you want to come, then come,” Wang Jin said.

The two walked into a side alley, and the onlookers immediately made way for them.

The people silently blocked the main road, buying time for Wang Jin and Yang Zhi to escape.

Wang Jin took Yang Zhi with him, and the two of them bought enough wine and meat for about ten people and returned to the Wang family's old house. When they returned, Lu Zhishen and Shi Jin also came back one after the other with their bedding.

"This is..." Lu Zhishen carefully examined Yang Zhi, who looked sullen, and he could vaguely smell a foul odor on Yang Zhi.

"It's complicated," Wang Jin introduced. "This man is Yang Zhi, a descendant of the Yang family generals, who has come to join me today."

(End of this chapter)