Chapter 244 Entering the Western Frontier for Survival
This wait takes three days!
For three days, warriors have been coming to this small village that is ordinary and peaceful, and people have been searching around the village...
However, the final result was nothing, and Huang San seemed to have really disappeared!
There were even a few warriors who were not dirty and went into the cowshed to inspect. They almost stepped on Huang San's head at that time, but in the end these guys still failed to find them.
It’s not that they were careless, but that no one would have thought that Huang San could do this.
Although he was born in the Huang family in Longxi, he was not very noble, but he could also be said to be rich and prosperous, with a golden spoon in his mouth. From the day he landed on the ground, Huang San was born with a wealthy life.
Then he climbed Wu Liang's high branch, and it was even more uncontrollable. At that time, the third master looked down on the world and the master admired him. Not to mention suffering, except for being bullied by Wu Liang in the Wu family, he, the third master Huang, came forward and said that he was really
Loess pads and clean water pours on the street.
Not to mention the whole of China, in Longxi, his words from Master Huang San are definitely more effective than Huang Zhong.
How could Master Huang San, who is used to being rich and elegant, bury himself in a stinking cowshed?
Not to mention that the Third Master himself can't stand it, even these worldly-inspired warriors would not dare to guess that Huang San would do this, so naturally no one would spend more time in an impossible place, or even dig the smelly ground.
Even if a warrior enters the cowshed, at most he just looks around and holds hope, but in fact no one takes it seriously.
The search continues, but hope becomes more and more confused, and warriors start to give up in the middle.
Then Huang San suddenly disappeared halfway through the journey to Kyoto, and even his breath completely disappeared. At first, everyone didn't take it seriously, but no one found Huang San's traces, which made many warriors suspicious.
They searched for all the places they should find. They expanded the range by fifty miles along the destroyed territory of Huang San's sports car.
Almost every village, valley, deserted fields, and rivers that Huang San could reach, these hundreds of warriors were almost three feet away from digging the ground.
But even this way, he could not find traces of Huang San's existence, and eventually he had to let these warriors return in disappointment.
However, these left warriors still had unwavering doubts in their hearts. Did Huang San really escape or was he captured by the strong man hidden in the secret?
Obviously, the latter's surname may be larger!
Huang San is not in the acquired realm. Even if he can have a way to avoid their aura lock, it will not be so easy to walk more than fifty miles across their blockade range in just a short time.
But in the past three days, not only did there be no news about Huang San, but even the strongest men who were ready to move seemed to stop paying attention to Huang San. It has to be said that this has brought more room for association to everyone.
These strong men must have received some positive news, otherwise they would not have just passed by this matter so easily.
Thinking of this, the warriors who were unwilling to continue to stay and look for it also left one after another, and even the people were captured. They were still here to drink the northwest wind and seek abuse.
The warriors gradually faded away, and the villages and fields that had been making trouble for a few days quickly returned to their original state. This unforgettable three days for the locals, and soon they were gradually forgotten with the indifference of their surnames.
Maybe when they get old and recall the past, these people may ask, "When Huang San is life or death?"
But who cares? What they care about is just a few more talks to pass the time after the meal.
...
When the warriors stationed in the village where Wu Liang and the others also left one after another, Huang San, who was dying from the ground, could not hold on anymore and gasped weakly and said, "Master, this... has only been three days, they...
Just leave?"
The third master was ready for ten days of the War of Resistance. Unexpectedly, after only three days, those people could not bear the surname Zi.
I despised these guys in my heart and thought that if the Third Master was seriously injured, he could lie down under the ground for three days. You are too inferior!
Just as he was so proud that he was so awesome, Master Huang's eyes flashed and his head fell to the ground. Master San stopped food.
These three days have not eaten or drunk, never sleeps, have lost all martial arts, and have messed up the meridians. Huang San can hold on, which is an anomaly.
Now that I am alert, my nerves are relaxed, the third master suddenly faints. He doesn't even care about the smell of smell of stinky cow dung on the ground, and he lies on the ground and starts snoring.
A deep light came from the stone statue next to him. Looking at Huang San's haggard face, Wu Liang could not help but feel slightly moved even though he was a sarcastic heart.
Although Huang San can do this a big reason to save his own life, in fact, he doesn't need to live so hard. As long as he is willing to throw himself out, all the troubles he faces will naturally be solved.
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The snoring was still there, but Huang San would not realize that in this short time, Huang San, a fat, lazy and useless guy in Wu Liang's eyes, would leave a deep touch in Wu Liang's heart.
...
Late at night, the soil in the cowshed rolled. Although Huang San's face turned yellow, he woke up with a little rosy.
After lifting the solidified soil, Huang San took a deep breath. Even though there was still a trace of squeaking air in the air, Huang San felt that this was the best smelling air in the world.
Although there was a small ventilation vent in the ground for three days, perhaps because his skills in building soil were not up to standard, he always felt that his breathing was very uncomfortable and depressing.
Now that the enemies are gone, Huang San is finally free!
Although he wished he could whistle a few times to show his pleasure, Huang San could not guarantee whether it would attract those warriors with more dog noses than Turin. He had to suppress this opportunity to vent and continue to dig the soil. He would soon turn Wu Liang into trouble.
Moved it up.
Three days were nothing to Wu Liang, a living dead man. Except for the newly cast stone statues that looked a little old, everything else was as usual.
Wu Liang did not have the feeling of being free and feeling happy all the time, but he just sighed slightly that this was probably the worst time he had in countless years.
In order to suppress Huang San's breath for the past three days, he was constantly using his divine thoughts to help Huang San cover up.
The situation was a bit unexpected. Although he felt a little tired, his spiritual consciousness almost doubled.
The divine thoughts that could only watch a few meters around can now extend from ten meters. Perhaps this is not necessarily the opportunity for his resurrection, Wu Liang thought secretly.
It is not impossible to reshape the flesh and blood with divine thoughts. If an immortal has immortal soul, it is possible to reshape the body. This is not a secret in heaven.
Wu Liang remembers that there are several ways that can help him reshape his body, but these methods either require the help of a strong man or consume a lot of resources. Many methods are impossible for Wu Liang to do.
He was also considered a blessing in disguise. If it weren't for his [***] soul fire, and thus inexplicably released his divine thoughts, he might have spent his whole life in despair.
Only after he recovered his divine consciousness was restored can he have the confidence to survive and to recover. However, it seems that the future is still long and the road is bumpy.
After calming down his messy mood, facing Huang San's gaze, Wu Liang whispered: "If you don't go to Kyoto, let's go to Western Xinjiang."
"Western Xinjiang?"
Huang Sanyi looked confused. Xijiang was a barren land, with a vast area of thousands of miles and a storm. Even the strong and hard-working practitioners were unwilling to stay there for a long time. What should I do when I go to Xijiang?
Moreover, the land of Western Xinjiang is famous for its chaos, and the government has focused a lot of attention on Western Xinjiang. If they don’t find a remote place that no one knows to make a new start, wouldn’t it be even more dangerous to go to Western Xinjiang?
"Don't ask so much, my recovery opportunity is in Xijiang, and Xijiang is just our first stop. Next, we will travel all over the country."
Huang San didn't hear all Wu Liang's words clearly. The only thing he cared about was "recovery opportunity". As soon as these words were spoken, Huang San immediately had no objection and hurriedly said: "Okay, then we'll go to Xijiang!"
What is everything he does now? After all, isn’t it just hopes that Wu Liang can regain his glory and lead him Huang San to continue to scratch the whole world.
Since Wu Liang had said that the opportunity for recovery was in Xijiang, he had no choice but to hesitate. He immediately got up and hugged Wu Liang and was about to leave.
Seeing this, Wu Liang was amused and laughed and hurriedly stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, you are seen when you go out now. Before we can get on the road, I'm afraid someone will come to Mashan."
Huang San quickly stopped. Although it was late at night, there were still people in the village who were not sleeping at this time. If they were accidentally seen, they would be known by those warriors who were still unwilling to give up.
Waiting silently, the two of them stopped talking until there was no more resurrection between heaven and earth. Only then did Huang San quietly leave the village with his Buddha statue in his arms.
Under the moonlight, although Huang San's figure seemed bleak, he was vaguely full of fighting spirit.
Wu Liang's recovery opportunity has come, is it still far from his revenge?
...
After the third day, in the western border, a fat man with a strong smell stinking on a bus full of guests.
Although the locals in Xijiang all have a fishy smell that is not popular with the people in the Central Plains, they are used to the fishy smell. It does not mean that they will accept that a beggar with a smelly body can sit with them.
As soon as the fat man squeezed into the car, someone shouted in the car: "Go down quickly, this is not where you should come!"
The smelly fat man ignored him and carefully hugged the Buddha statue in front of him that was also stinking, muttering and vaguely said to the driver: "Is this a car to the True Buddha Temple?"
The driver didn't care. He glanced at the fat man, especially the Buddha statue in his arms, and nodded slightly after a while and said, "I went to the True Buddha Temple. Are you a true Buddhist believer?"
As soon as the true Buddhist believers left, the car suddenly became quiet.
After a while, someone whispered: "Is this a true Buddhist believer? Others say that a true Buddhist believer has irreconcilable style and behaviors, and is regarded as an alternative by the world. It seems that it is not a lie."
"No, I have seen a few true Buddhist believers. Although their behavior is a little weird, they are not as good as not taking a bath for a few years."
Some people don’t believe it, some people despise it, but at this moment no one says anything to drive people away.
There are many Buddhist believers in Western Xinjiang, and Buddhist schools of all sizes are no less than martial arts and immortals. There are tens of thousands of Buddhist believers. In this special territory of Western Xinjiang, religious beliefs are absolutely free.
Although many people don’t like Buddhist believers with different behaviors, some believers in some schools have a high status. They say that they do good deeds and persevere, and for decades they say that they are sincere to Buddha, even some ordinary people who don’t like them.
Respectful to you.
In the end, no matter which genre it is, the believers in Xijiang have a very special status. Just like this time, although the smell on this fat man is indeed very bad, no, it is extremely unpleasant and disgusting!
But even so, once you learn that this fat man is a believer of the True Buddha lineage, everyone is dissatisfied, but no one will be clamoring to drive people away.
The fat man who was stunned for the driver's Mandarin, who was stunned when he saw the car suddenly quiet. The small eyes on his dirty cheeks rolled a few times. Seeing that everyone was still looking at him, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be pious.
He said: "That is, this time I traveled thousands of miles to visit Western Xinjiang to see the true Buddha's face and comfort the uneasy heart in my heart."
The fat man's uncivilized and unclear prayer made everyone frown. Is this guy really a true Buddhist believer?
However, no one asked more questions. After all, it is not beneficial to pretend to be a true Buddhist believer. Of course, if someone can not get out of the car, it is not impossible for someone to pretend to be.
The calm driver was speechless all the way, but he was fierce and domineering when he drove the car.
The fat man standing in the middle of the car wanted to hold the Buddha statue in one hand and hold the handrail in the other hand. He suffered a lot under the bumpy bump. However, his behavior of rather suffering than putting down the Buddha statue finally made the passengers who had just revealed suspicion sure.
Yes, this guy may not be a true Buddhist believer.
After all, this Buddha statue looks not light and is not a valuable thing. Fatty can put it in the car without having to hold it and suffer.
Thinking of this, someone immediately stood up and said, "Brother, sit down, don't hurt the statue of the true Buddha."
The fat man was stunned for a moment, then he looked grateful and refused, but it would be even better if he didn't walk around while refusing. You walked to someone's seat with the Buddha statue. If you don't give up your seat, you would have no shame to continue.
Stay on.
However, no one in the car car did not care, or even if he noticed it, he would not have thought that this true Buddhist believer would have such a despicable heart.
With a look of guilt and helplessness, the fat man finally "barely" sat down, and said with gratitude to the man in his thirties who gave up his seat beside him: "Thank you so much, the True Buddha will bless you brother."
"Ahem..."
The man who gave up his seat coughed twice and muttered to himself, "Are there any real Buddhist believers who speak like this?"
The man's name is Li Shun, and he is also a Han Chinese from the mainland. He has been in the Western Xinjiang for nearly twenty years. It was because he opened a small souvenir shop next to the True Buddha Temple that he could always settle in Western Xinjiang.
From the moment the fat man got in the car, he was suspicious. Although ordinary people didn't know what kind of virtues the true Buddhist believers were, he knew it. After all, he had been around the True Buddha Temple for almost twenty years, and believers could still do it every year.
I saw a lot of them.
As soon as the fat man got into the car, he had no temperament or surnames like Buddhist believers, whether in his words or deeds.
If it weren't for the fact that it was really hard to see the fat man holding this Buddha statue later, and the Han people who came to Western Xinjiang with accent, he wouldn't have dealt with this stinking guy at all.
"Brother, is it the first time I'm here in Xijiang?" Li Shun asked politely. This was his first opening remark of dealing with tourists or believers from the mainland for countless years.
However, with such an ordinary sentence, the fat man's body suddenly stagnated, and his dirty fat face suddenly turned to Li Shun, and his sharp eyes that were not matched with the dirty cheeks were also staring at Li Shun tightly.
Li Shun suddenly felt that his breathing was stagnant. After meeting and communicating with countless customers for twenty years, he instantly felt that this fat man was not an ordinary person, and that look should not be what a person dressed in such a look should have.
Huang San also realized that he was too sensitive. He went through a lot of hardships and came to Xijiang all the way by car or walking. Even he could hardly recognize that he was the romantic and handsome Master Huang San in the past.
, Who else would know that the Third Master would squeeze into a bus with a group of ordinary people like a beggar?
Seeing that the man in front of him might be scared by him, Huang San quickly laughed dryly: "Brother, I have such a good eye. This is my first time in Xijiang. I didn't expect you to see it at a glance."
Li Shun was slightly stunned, feeling a little weird in his heart, but he still smiled politely: "I'm too much. To be honest, it's not that I have good eyesight, but that's because my brothers are too obvious. I think there are so many people in the car.
Most of the time I guessed that you just came from the mainland.”
“Is it that obvious?”
Master Huang touched his cheek speechlessly, thinking a little narcissistically that Master San was indeed amazingly charming and had become like this. These people still saw my romantic nature at a glance.
But soon Li Shun shattered his fantasy, and saw the guy lower his head and leaning against Huang San's ear and whispering: "Brother, is it because you are not doing business in the mainland like this?"
"Business...Business?" He was a little confused, but the third master still reluctantly said: "It's not easy to do, and it's seen by my brother again."
"I said that's right. Speaking of which, there are many people in the mainland. You can make a hundred or eighty-year-old one by one by one. I heard that I have bought a villa because I can't keep going. I think the reason why my brother can't make it with you is
It’s about your physical condition, and most people don’t believe it.”
“…”
Master Huang San was a little confused for a moment. What does this mean?
"I think my brother may be posting this time. Although it is a bit troublesome to pretend to be a true Buddha believer, he might actually earn some money. Moreover, my brother's wealth is a bit similar to the true Buddha's appearance."
Li Shun said to himself, but Master Huang's face turned green. Although his face was too dirty and could not be seen, looking at Master San's breathing look, you know that this person must have strangled this bastard to death now.
Thoughts.
The third master doesn’t say that he is romantic, handsome and wealthy, but he doesn’t look like a beggar no matter how he looks like!
Although the Third Master is wearing a little worse, smelly on his body, and more eyes, looking at the third Master’s sharp eyes, these deep eyes can be achieved by beggars!
Too lazy to pay attention to this blind guy, Huang San swept his eyes out the window. He had already taken the first step. When will Mr. Wu soar into the sky and cover the world? (To be continued.)