I looked at the movements of his hands and asked, "Azan? Is this the Nanyang Master you mentioned?"
"Um."
He lowered his head in response, quickly dialed his cell phone, then put it to his mouth and spoke some Nanyang dialect that I couldn't understand.
Ji Canghai's face became increasingly serious, and he immediately turned on the loudspeaker and put it to my ear.
Azan's Mandarin was very stiff and his pronunciation was awkward. I had to work hard to hear him clearly.
"I don't know what's going on in Monan recently. Many Azan and Luang Pu have already gone to Monan."
I listened quietly, vaguely feeling that this matter had something to do with Chen Changming.
But a single sentence cannot prove anything.
Azan continued on the other end of the phone: "I heard that Basong from the Black Dragon Temple was beaten to death in Monan."
"You guys, I'm afraid things are going to change."
These words entered my ears, and I immediately trembled.
Immediately, I described the Nanyang evil master I saw that day on the phone.
"Bald, not tall, dark and thin, with a blue birthmark on his neck."
"Yes! He is Basong!"
For a moment, the pain in my body seemed to disappear.
This news shocked me for a long time.
That day, the evil master I saw in the factory was really beaten to death by me!
Azan on the other end of the phone didn't seem to know about this and was still talking to himself.
"Basong is the leader of the black faction. If he dies, the monkeys below will explode."
"Besides, I heard that they are searching for the murderer all over the world. They say that if they catch him, they will cut out his heart and sacrifice him to heaven."
I couldn't help but swallow.
One wave has not subsided, and another wave has arisen.
Looking at it now, aren't there two groups of people trying to catch me?
And Chen Changming is also obstructing it, making this matter more and more troublesome!
In an instant, I was relieved.
If you have too many debts, you don’t have to worry about repaying them; if you have too many lice, you don’t have to worry about itching.
Azan also said a lot more, but I was no longer in the mood to listen.
Ji Canghai hesitated for a moment, took the phone over, and continued to communicate in Nanyang dialect.
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, as if he was arguing about something.
After a few minutes, the flush on Ji Canghai's face gradually faded, and there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"Click!"
The cell phone was thrown to the ground by Ji Canghai.
I tentatively asked, "Don't you want to help?"
"He doesn't want to come here, alive or dead, because he doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water."
I pulled the corner of my mouth and smiled: "Forget it, don't make it difficult for others."
Ji Canghai rubbed his scalp and lamented: "He can at least give me an antidote!"
I reluctantly turned over and changed the topic: "That Basong has a big background?"
Ji Canghai raised his head, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes: "The masters in Nanyang are all called Azan or Luang Po, and the older holy monks are only called Luang Pu."
"Only Basong is different. His name is Black Dragon King."
"The Basong family is very large, and the Black Dragon King has been hereditary for generations. When the old Black Dragon King passed away, Nanyang was completely deserted."
As he spoke, Ji Canghai found a few photos from his phone and handed them to me.
I took a closer look and saw white flags flying on both sides of the road. There were people kneeling on the roadside, and I couldn't see the edge at a glance.
"This is the scene when the old Dragon King died."
After a pause, he put away his phone and whispered: "You can think about it, Yuanshi Tianzun is standing in front of you now, how do you feel?"
"What's the meaning?"
"The Black Dragon King is in Nanyang, and he is the living Yuanshi Tianzun!"
I couldn't help but secretly take a deep breath: My trump card has caused a huge disaster!
The Basong family is so powerful, God knows how many people will be dispatched.
However, I have no regrets.
It doesn’t matter what kind of dragon you are, you treat my fellow tribesmen like pickles and slaughter them like beasts, this is definitely unjustifiable!
Your death in my hands is considered a meritorious deed!
However, looking back and thinking about it, it’s a bit confusing.
No matter how talented Chen Changming is, he is still a liar, and he knows how to do sorcery.
How could he possibly invite such a powerful person?
I lay down slowly and took a long breath: "Create a road over the mountains and build a bridge over the water. There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome."
Chen Jiayan looked around and leaned into my ear: "Let Xiaobai go down the mountain and buy some medical supplies."
"The environment here is too bad. Once infected, it will only be more troublesome."
Ji Canghai echoed: "I don't know when the limelight will pass. It's not a problem to endure it like this."
That's what I said, but I still don't feel reassured.
I lowered my voice and whispered to the outside: "Is this kid okay?"
"Don't steal the chicken and lose the rice, and then put yourself in it."
Chen Jiayan's attitude was very firm and asked: "How will you know if you don't try?"
