Simultaneous travel: City, infinite evolution

Chapter 72: Subjugating the Yellow Eyebrow King
Chen Hong drove and found the Yellow-browed King.

At this time, he ordered a large table at a high-end restaurant and ate to his heart's content.

Then, the counterfeit money he changed was detected by the money detector.

The demon was detained.

"Where did this poor bastard come from?
How dare you dine and dine!

Why don't you ask, is our restaurant easy to mess with?"

A waiter pulled the Yellow Eyebrow King and started cursing at him.

The curses became more and more unpleasant, and he was so angry that his yellow-browed mustache started to puff up.

"Damn it, damn it! It's just a meal, isn't it? I gave you money."

"That's counterfeit money, you damn liar, you're just eating and drinking for free. Did your mother give birth to you with no manners? You damn poor bastard."

Faced with the waiter's crazy output, Huang Mei almost couldn't help but gave the boy a craniotomy with a stick.

"Damn it! I, the great Yellow Eyebrow King, am now a wolf in plain land, being bullied by a dog."

For a moment, the Yellow-browed King, who had suffered all the sufferings in the world, felt depressed and sad like a river flowing against the current.

Looking at the Yellow-browed King being bullied to the point of crying.

Chen Hong acted decisively.

"I'll pay whatever he owes you."

I saw Chen Hong, dressed in a suit and tie, walk in, take out a brand-name wallet, and pull out a bunch of Red Bull.

The waiter's eyes changed immediately, and he bowed and nodded flatteringly to Chen Hong.

"Alas, sir, Chenghui 1888."

But the Yellow-browed King was startled in surprise.

"It's you!"

"That human monk?"

Chen Hong didn't answer, but paid the money readily and walked out with Huang Mei.

When they got outside, Huang Mei finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Human Ox Nose, you...what on earth do you want to do?"

"I am a disciple of the Buddha from the East. I am not... afraid of you."

Chen Hong found it a little funny to see Huang Mei looking at him warily, like a frightened bird.

It seems that the Yellow-browed King has suffered a lot during this period.

He must have been electrocuted many times and has developed a psychological shadow on this world.

"Okay, don't be afraid. I'm not here to fight you."

Chen Hong comforted him softly, and Huang Mei gradually relaxed.

"Huang Mei, I believe you now know that this is not the Tang Dynasty, and it is certainly not your Little Leiyin Temple.

Here, it is 2006, more than a thousand years have passed since your time."

"It's been more than a thousand years." Huang Mei blinked his eyes and murmured, as if he was thinking, or as if he had endless emotions.

"Then...can I still go home?
Can I still go back to my little Leiyin Temple?

Will I still be able to see my five hundred disciples?

Will I still be able to see Master?"

For a moment, Huang Mei's eyes became moist.

It’s like there are countless grievances that need to be vented.

"Of course." Chen Hong answered as a matter of course.

"You stopped Tang Sanzang from obtaining the scriptures, and ended up being taken away by the Buddha from the East. This is your destiny, and it will happen eventually."

Huang Mei's eyes lit up instantly, and then he got stuck again.

"I...I was taken away by the master? Is that true?"

"I have a book there, you'll understand if you read it."

"How about it, do you want to come and see it?"

Chen Hong began to seduce.

"Come if you want. This great king is highly skilled in martial arts. Why would I be afraid of a mortal cultivator like you?"

The Yellow-browed King looked confident and followed Chen Hong into the Mercedes-Benz.

When he returned to the company, Chen Hong gave Huang Mei Da Wang a set of "Journey to the West".

"Well, this is the story about you."

Chen Hong directly turned to the chapter where Huang Mei appeared.

The Yellow-browed King began to watch with great interest.

I was extremely addicted for a while and felt very immersed in the game.

Huang Mei slapped his thigh and jumped up in anger.

"Great! Damn Bi Ma Wen, he actually went to the Heavenly Palace to mobilize people. The majority bullies the minority, right?"

"Damn Kang Jinlong, your dragon horns will break it sooner or later."

"What? Master, you're a fat, fat-headed, big-eared, big-bellied, laughing-faced fellow. You're actually using the art of transformation to deceive your own disciple. This truly shows how the world is going downhill, and how Lingshan has lost its ancient charm."

"What? I was taken away?"

"It's all in vain, all in vain!"

"I didn't get to eat Tang Monk's meat, but I did suffer so much. Okay, okay, you guys are all teasing me like this, right?"

Chen Hong found it a little funny to see Huang Mei looking a little exasperated.

"Don't even think about eating Tang Monk's flesh."

"Tang Monk, he is the one chosen by the Buddha to obtain the scriptures. All the gods and Buddhas in heaven are watching him and trying to gain merit from him.

With your small body, you still want to eat him?
It’s just one big dream.”

"Throughout the entire Journey to the West, no monster capable of devouring Tang Sanzang has yet appeared."

Hearing this, Huang Mei was a little unwilling, "Is there really no way?"

"If you don't believe it, then take a look at the ending of Journey to the West."

Huang Mei flipped through the pages quickly, and after a long while, he finally digested the huge amount of information.

It briefly covers the entire process from Tang Monk's ending to the journey to the West.

Huang Mei finally sat down dejectedly.

"Alas, it seems that I will not be able to eat Tang Monk's flesh."

Huang Mei seemed to have lost his goal in an instant and became a salted fish.

"If you feel like you have nothing to do, why not come and help me for a while."

"You?" Huang Mei tilted his head and looked at Chen Hong.

"A monthly salary of 100 million yuan, five insurances and one housing fund, two days off on weekends, and free food and accommodation.

We live in a quiet and luxurious villa in the suburbs.

As for the food, I guarantee it will be ten times better than what you eat today!
There is chicken for every meal."

Gudong.

Huangmei, the weasel demon, swallowed his saliva.

"make a deal!"

The weasel didn't hesitate at all.

Chen Hong gave so much.

The monthly salary in 2006 was one million, which means the annual salary was 1200 million.

What's more, there is chicken to eat.

Having suffered so much and being at the lowest point in his life, he could not resist such temptation at all.

"Very good." Chen Hong nodded with satisfaction. "Now, your first task is..."

"Take out your human bag, I'll study it."

Chen Hong has been coveting Huangmei, this incredible magical weapon, for a long time.

You know, this is the magic weapon that caused Sun Wukong and his two companions to suffer so much.

How could the treasures of Maitreya Buddha from the East be bad?

Huang Mei took out his treasure, handed it to Chen Hong, and then took it back.

"Just take a look, don't break my treasure, and don't steal it."

"Don't worry, am I that kind of person?"

Chen Hong looks like a modest and elegant gentleman.

Huang Mei finally handed the treasure to Chen Hong.

Chen Hong started to study it immediately.

Not long into his research, he realized he couldn't continue.

"This... is another alternative weapon refining system."

"I have never come across this kind of weapon refining method before."

"It seems that something like mana is involved. Without mana, it seems that these things cannot be refined, and their maximum effect cannot be achieved."

Chen Hong was a little confused. He didn't have any magic power at all.

He doesn't know how to practice magic.

"Huang Mei, do you know any human cultivation techniques?"

"This great king practices the techniques of Buddhist monsters, but he does know some basic Buddhist cultivation techniques for humans. Do you want them?"

"I don't like Buddhism. Are there any Taoist cultivation methods?"

Huang Mei clicked his tongue, blinked his eyelashes, and looked reminiscent.

"Let me think about it. Let me think about it."

"Oh, I got it."

"There is a set of exercises called 'Taishang Qigong', which is said to have been passed down by the Taishang Laojun when he was teaching the human race in ancient times. It is very popular.

It is the mother scripture of the Taoist Qi-refining lineage. Its advantage is that it has wide applicability, is moderate and gentle, and can be practiced by anyone. It is better than other similar-level exercises in prolonging life and can cultivate magical powers.

The disadvantage is that it has no attribute attack power. How much magic power it can have and what level it can be trained to all depend on personal talent and opportunity.

Do you want it?"

"Yes, of course."

"As long as I can cultivate my magic power, I have plenty of attack methods. What's more, it can also prolong my life."

Anyway, the gods and monsters in the magical world are just like that.

Sun Wukong was poisoned by pesticides, and Huang Mei was left with psychological trauma after being shocked by the security guard's electric baton.

Chen Hong even wondered if moving a high-voltage tower would electrocute his master, Maitreya Buddha, and burn his fat.

If we drop a hydrogen bomb, will it directly flatten Mount Lingshan and send Tathagata to Nirvana?

After all, Tathagata used the Five Finger Mountain to suppress the monkey, and then he returned to Lingshan to achieve Nirvana, didn’t he?
Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang only weighs 13,000 pounds.

According to the Ming Dynasty's calculation that 1 Ming jin is approximately equal to 596.8 grams, the weight of the golden cudgel is 8.057 tons.

A medium-sized excavator (such as the 120 model) weighs about 12 tons.

The operating weight of a large excavator is between 20 and 40 tons.

Although the combat capabilities cannot be compared in this way, Sun Wukong can definitely defeat the rigid excavator.

But it also illustrates pure force, and the golden cudgel is just like that.

After all, it was just a small stick that Dayu used to measure the water level, and it didn't have much magical effect.

But this kind of weight is described as causing death if touched and injury if touched.

This shows how weak the gods' fighting power is.

Biochemical Chen Hong's tyrants generally have a brute force of over a hundred tons.

The gods are indeed light and airy, without any strength at all.

After all, the immortal profession is about magical powers and spells, focusing on practical effects and pursuing immortality rather than combat effectiveness.

In the eyes of the gods, pursuing combat effectiveness is not a proper job. At most, one is just a thug or a gatekeeper, at the bottom of the contempt chain.

Unless one can reach the level of Yang Jian and Nezha, but the magical powers of these two are not bad at all.

From this we can see that the fighting power of the gods and demons in the magic phone is not very good, but their magical powers are pretty good.

Chen Hong had no expectations for the combat effectiveness of this so-called magic power.

Being able to extend life is already a rare and precious thing.

"Okay then." Huang Mei used his spiritual power to transmit the information about the technique to Chen Hong.

Chen Hong was still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Huang Mei, your master didn't teach you the method of refining weapons?"

"Do I look like a demon who can do this kind of delicate work?"

The Yellow-browed King blinked in a silly and cute way, and asked back as if it was a matter of course, showing his innocence.

Chen Hong looked at Huang Mei with disdain, as if he was looking at a poor student.

Huang Mei felt a little embarrassed and tried to save face.

"Um...this king is good at fighting, do you know what fighting is?
Ever since I stole these two treasures from my master and came down the mountain, I have never been defeated.

Even the Monkey King who caused havoc in Heaven was defeated by me, don't you understand?"

"Okay, okay, you are awesome, okay?" Chen Hong waved his hand.

"How about this, you will first become an instructor in the security department, responsible for the practical training courses of an elite galactic security team.

Usually, I train those guys when I have nothing to do.

If there is any problem, lead the team to deal with those troublemakers.

These people are generally gangsters. They are jealous of our company's growth and want to sabotage our projects or cause trouble for the building property.

To put it bluntly, it means beating them up so they don't dare to mess around."

"Oh, so it's about fighting. This is good, this is good, this is easy, I can do this."

The Yellow-browed King immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this was something he was good at.

He thought they were going to do something weird again, something too difficult and he couldn't understand it at all.

To put it bluntly, this so-called security department is a group of extremely powerful security guards who are used to protect the group's property interests in various construction sites and communities.

After all, the rapid expansion of Galaxy Group has inevitably squeezed the living space of its peers. The struggle for interests still requires the use of force to deter.

He called his secretary over and arranged employment for the Yellow-browed King, thus stabilizing this unstable factor.

Chen Hong began to think about magic power.

As soon as he started practicing "Taishang Qigong", Chen Hong noticed something strange.

There is not even a trace of spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

"No wonder immortals and Buddhas have disappeared in this era, and both heaven and hell have vanished."

"The world must have undergone a great change at some point in time!"

"And those so-called immortals, Buddhas, demons, and monsters may have lost their spiritual energy and are unable to adapt to the new era. They may have left this planet, or even this world."

"Of course, it's also possible that everyone will be punished by heaven and earth and die, but the possibility of this is relatively small."

"For ordinary practitioners, if they lose their spiritual energy, all their cultivation methods will lose their effectiveness.

It's like a fish living in a desert without water. It cannot survive and has to leave.

But for me, that’s not the case.”

"I have the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, but it can devour all material life and then transform it into mana, isn't that enough?"

"I'm such a clever little fellow!"

(End of this chapter)