"You little fat guy came all this way to throw yourself into a trap. Do you have any intention?" Nangong Wuhua asked a few monks under his command to tie the fat guy's hands tightly with beef tendon ropes wrapped with steel wires, and then asked with a smile. he.
"I just came here to have fun and collect some medicine." Fatty said with a smile, "But what are you doing here? Why can't the Central Plains accommodate you, and Tianzhu can't accommodate you?"
"Hahaha, this guy is just talking nonsense with me." Nangong Wuhua said with a smile, "I heard that you have a very good relationship with that Xiao Chen, and they spend a lot of time hanging out together. Now that you are here, where is he now?"
"It's time to break up." Fatty said, "That kid is too ambitious and wants to rebel. Didn't he start fighting with the emperor some time ago? I thought that if I hang around with him all day long, I might become a rebel, so I decided to Cut him off with a clean cut, and separate the birds from the north and the south."
"Since you broke up with him, can you just follow me?" Nangong Wuhua said.
"Then it depends on whether there are any benefits." Fatty said, "Your brother Wuhua should know me. I have always been unwilling to do anything without benefits."
"Of course there are benefits, beauty, power, money." Nangong Wuhua said with a smile, "You can get whatever you want."
"Okay then, I think you seem to be doing well in Siam..." The fat man readily agreed, but hesitated, "But as far as I know, your Siamese prince Naluo Duo doesn't seem to be able to do anything to Queen Ruyun. Now I'm going to call you, can you still get the power and money from these beautiful women you're talking about?"
"Hahaha!" Nangong Wuhua laughed, "Wealth is found in danger. Why don't you, a fat guy, understand such a simple truth... Senior brother, do you want to teach him a few words?"
Bimala is the eldest disciple of the demon monk Nima of India, the so-called head of the Eighteen Arhats, but I don’t know how he came to Siam to become the national preceptor.
"Are you a disciple of the Shangguan family?" Bimoluo stared at the fat man with a pair of hawk-like eyes, "I heard that your disciples are all made from medicine since childhood, but is it true?"
"Those are all rumors." Fatty denied, "Actually, it's just taking a bath with licorice soup."
"Giggle!" Bimala laughed dryly, "Whether it's a rumor or not, you'll know if you try it. If it's true, I'm afraid I'll be able to refine a few good relics."
"Brother Wuhua, is this what your senior brother said?" The fat man was shocked. "He wants to make me alive!"
"My senior brother is a Buddha, but he is not a human being." Nangong Wuhua said with a smile, "You can be made into a relic by him, that is a great blessing."
"I'm so grateful to his eighth generation ancestor, Ang!" The fat man's nose was so angry that his nose became crooked.
"Senior brother, this little fat man is proficient in medical skills and has pretty good martial arts skills. He is also a disciple of the Shangguan family, so keeping him is still of some use." Nangong Wuhua said to Bimala.
"I think his eyes are very pretty, but he doesn't look like a good person." Vimoro could tell at a glance that the fat man was dishonest.
"Reward, reward, don't dare, don't dare." Fatty said.
"Xiao Chen killed several of my junior brothers. This was a blood feud... Are you involved in this?" Bimala suddenly asked.
"It has nothing to do with me. I didn't recognize him at that time." Fatty denied it flatly, because when Xiao Chen and the others were repairing the palm chime, Arhat and others, Fatty had not yet arrived at Fengyang City. Besides, the deaths of your junior brothers, What does it have to do with Xiao Chen?
"But I heard Xiao Chen say that the death of his junior brother had nothing to do with him. He was killed by the four guards under Li Wanjiang and the Jin Yiwei." The fat man also defended Xiao Chen, but he was so The credibility is quite high.
Because with Xiao Chen's ability, he was no match for Zhang Qing Arhat and the others. Nangong Wuhua was injured by Xiao Chen's flame skill and ran away in embarrassment. That was because he didn't know that Xiao Chen knew the flame skill at the time.
That's why I was caught off guard. In addition, what really worries Nangong Wuhua may be Xiao Ye and Ouyang Yunxiu.
As for Hunuman's death, Bimala and Nangong Wuhua, who were far away in Siam, didn't know. Hunuman himself was so eager to make a contribution that he went directly to Yanyun to find Xiao Chen without telling anyone. Seeking death yourself.
"Huh, that can't be said to have nothing to do with him." Bimala said, "When the things here are finished, I will go to see him and ask for an explanation... Are you willing to join me and give me Will you help me?"
"Ah? Do you want me to be a monk?" The fat man was surprised.
"What a fat man you think, but you can't become a monk even with your qualifications!" Bimala said, "Since your medical skills are not bad, how about my country's master appoint you as the director of the Imperial Hospital?"
"Thank you, Imperial Master! I'm not good at anything else. This is my specialty. In fact, I served as the director of Tai Hospital for a few days in Dazhou, but I was acting as an agent. That guy Li Wanjiang is too suspicious and doesn't want to reuse me at all. , that’s why I left him to go hang out with Xiao Chen, but I didn’t expect that kid was nothing! If I hang out with you, the Imperial Master, I’ll have a bright future in the future.” The fat man really agreed happily this time.
"I don't doubt you, but you are new here. If I say I trust you, it doesn't matter. There must be a way to restrain you." Bimala chuckled evilly, and it looked very special at first glance. With bad intentions.
"How do you want to stay?" The fat man's face turned a little pale.
"I'll give you a relic to eat." Bimala said, taking out a hollow ball as transparent as glass from his arms and handing it to the fat man.
"This, this, this, what is this?" The fat man held it in the palm of his hand, looked at it carefully, and was frightened into a cold sweat. Are you aware of it?
Because two little devils were clearly visible in the glass ball, grinning at him and making faces!
"These are two of my disciples. Because they didn't do things well, they offended me, so they turned them into elixirs. Haha, they are my people when they are alive, and they will be my ghosts when they die. If you don't obey me in the future, If I were to say that, that would be the same fate. I would be trapped in this relic and would never be reincarnated for eternity, and I would still have to drive him!" Bimala smiled ferociously.
"That's not possible." Fatty said hurriedly, "I just don't know what the consequences will be if I eat this?"
"Enhance your skills and prolong your life." Bimala said, "The benefits are huge."
"Uh... what about the disadvantages?" Fatty asked again.
"It's nothing more than eating your heart and sucking out your essence and blood... But as long as you are obedient and loyal to me, it will be fine." Bimala smiled and said, "Eat it."
"You mean you have to eat it?" The fat man grinned.
"Eat, I will untie you after eating. I will prepare a table for you to welcome the wind later. We haven't seen each other for a long time, so we have to catch up on old times." Nangong Wuhua said with a smile.
"Alas..." The fat man had no choice but to know that he couldn't do it without eating, so he had to swallow it with his eyes closed, choking and rolling his eyes.
Immediately, it felt like the small relic ball was like a living thing, breaking through his esophagus and sliding directly under his heart, before he was still alive!
In this dying state, even the power of acupuncture, needles, medicine, and stones cannot reach it...what the hell!
