The fire in King Beihuang's eyes stopped beating and he looked straight at Yu Sheng.
Naturally, he would not be so mean as to ask Yu Sheng why he didn't call him Uncle Bei. He wished he could call him "my king" every day for the rest of his life.
But when something goes wrong, there must be a monster. King Beihuang looked at Yu Sheng up and down, and all his doubts were reflected in this "hmm".
Yu Sheng straightened up and said, "You take care of everything..."
"Ahem," the Northern Wilderness King coughed dryly, interrupting Yu Sheng. He could no longer look directly at the word.
"You are very busy, I shouldn't have invited you here, but this mountain god doubts my identity, so I can only ask you to come here to prove it."
After Yu Sheng said this, he asked the spy, "Master Mountain God, do you still doubt my identity now?"
The knife was trembling like chaff, and he shook his head hurriedly. Yu Sheng smiled, turned around and cupped his hands and said: "I respectfully send my king off."
The King of Beihuang was confused, but since he had given him the rest of his life respectfully, it seemed a bit shameless for him not to leave.
So the King of Beihuang nodded again, "Yeah." In an instant, the main hall disappeared, and they returned to the mountain temple for the rest of their lives.
"Get up." Yu Sheng kicked the prone body with his foot, "My king has left."
"Let's go?" He raised his head tremblingly, and when he saw that it was the hall he was familiar with, he stood up tremblingly.
Yu Sheng smiled and said: "Lord Mountain God, you have understood what my king said. Do you believe my identity now?"
Qian Shou nodded, "Believe it, believe it."
This is a lie. In the face of the power of the Northern Wilderness King, he was so afraid that he almost forgot who he was, so he didn't bother to listen to anything else.
"Just believe it." Yu Sheng said with a smile: "As for borrowing money..."
"Borrow money, oh, yes, borrow money." Qian Biao finally came to his senses, patted his chest and said, "Put it on me."
He asked someone to bring the money, and Yu Sheng insisted on asking the buyer to provide a written document and personally signed the name of Yu Wuchang, who was under the throne of Beihuang.
Qian Shou smiled flatteringly and gave Yu Sheng a thumbs up: "The men of King Beihuang are very particular about what they do."
"That's right, we will develop ghost coins in the future. As the circulating currency of the ghost world, have you invested in it?" Yu Sheng suddenly got inspiration.
Qian Shou waved his hands hurriedly, "No, no, I have no plans to die in the near future."
"That's okay." Yu Sheng didn't force it.
He took the money and walked out, and the cashier politely walked him to the door.
Yu Sheng jumped up into the sky, raised his hand to the sniper, and instantly disappeared from their sight.
"As expected of the Northern Wilderness King, he comes and goes without a trace." The spy was given a reassurance.
Yu Sheng quickly returned to the inn. Hu Muyuan and the others were chatting. When they saw him coming back, they immediately gathered around and said, "How was it? How much did you borrow?"
Yu Sheng stretched out two fingers.
"Twenty thousand guan?" Hu Muyuan curled her lips, "It's about the same as what I borrowed."
Ye Zigao Geng smiled proudly, "Thank you, shopkeeper, for boasting about Haikou when you went out. You don't have as much love as I borrowed from you."
"Who told you 20,000 yuan?" Yu Sheng said, "You look down on me too much. Look, what is this?"
Yu Sheng took out a stack of bank certificates. They were thick. Hu's mother was far less thick than the three of them.
"This is…"
"Two hundred thousand dollars!" Yu Sheng said.
"Ouch", the three of them were surprised.
They thought it would be good to borrow 100,000 guan for the rest of their lives, but they didn't expect that he actually borrowed 200,000 guan.
"Shopkeeper, your face is more valuable than Hu Muyuan's face." Fu Nan said with admiration.
"Can we stop mentioning my face?" Hu Muyuan said, the borrowed money was so small, which made him feel very sad.
Yu Sheng took out the wooden sign and said, "It's not my face that's valuable, it's King Beihuang's face that's valuable. Just now I..."
As Yu Sheng was talking, gray mist emerged from the wooden plaque. Yu Sheng threw it away as if it was hot to the touch, "Oh no, the King of the Northern Wilderness has come to his senses."
"What?" Ye Zigao and the others were stunned.
"You don't have time to explain, run quickly." Yu Sheng waved.
Ye Zigao and Hu Muyuan reacted very quickly and ran out with a "swish". Only Fu Nan ran a little slower and was dragged away by the returning Yu Sheng.
Soon, gray fog enveloped the inn, and the Great Hall of the Northern Wilderness King appeared in front of him again.
"Yu Sheng! What immoral things are you doing by pretending to be a native of Beihuang!" the King of Beihuang said angrily, his voice lingering in the hall.
After returning home, he thought about it carefully and realized something was wrong. Yu Sheng was obviously taking advantage of him.
King Beihuang, who was raising an army to question the crime, looked down the stage and found that there was no one there.
"Running very fast, hum!" King Beihuang turned his left hand up, and a black lotus appeared in the palm of his hand. When the lotus bloomed, the petals floated up and spread around the hall. These petals passed through the gray mist, trying to rush out.
Inn, but was stopped.
King Beihuang stopped. Outside the main hall, he was still in Yu Sheng's weird inn. He didn't dare to go out easily.
He could only say one harsh word, "Humph, I'll spare you for the time being."
Yu Sheng and others returned to the Yangzhou Inn, where they saw Mao'er sitting in the lobby drinking tea.
"Okay, Cat, you are really a master of fraud."
Ye Zigao sat down and said: "Counting Lao Fu and me, your idea allowed us to borrow 70,000 yuan."
"It should be more than 70,000 yuan." Mao'er shook his head.
She looked at Yu Sheng: "You should really let me go. I'll do it myself. It won't be a problem to borrow 140,000 yuan."
"We believe this." Fu Nan said, he now admired Mao'er very much, "The best swindler in the world, his tricks are naturally extraordinary."
"Hey," Yu Sheng expressed disdain, "She is the best swindler in the world?"
"It's too much praise, it's too much praise." Mao'er was also modest, "My mother said that you have to be humble as a person. I'm the second best in the world."
"That's pretty much it." Just as Yu Sheng was about to take out 200,000 coins to show off, he heard Mao'er say: "The best in the world hasn't even been born yet."
Yu Sheng:……
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Central Plains, a desolate land.
The young monk has crossed the river and gone deep into the Central Plains.
This is the first time the young monk has come to the Central Plains, a place where human beings rise and prosper in legend, a place where Buddha attains enlightenment in legend, a place where many saints are born and dare to resist all sentient beings.
Regarding this place that existed in his memory and storytellers' stories since childhood, the young monk thought countless times about what the Central Plains would be like.
In his imagination, the Central Plains is colorful, the sky is blue, the ground is criss-crossed, people are farming, and the countryside is accompanied by the setting sun.
In his imagination, people here talked about Buddhism and Taoism, had Buddha nature in every gesture, and had no idle thoughts while talking and laughing.
But after setting foot on the land of the Central Plains, the young monk knew that he was wrong.
Or maybe the change of time has washed away the traces left by the saints, washed away the glory and pride of the past, leaving only devastation.
It's like the land after the war, full of potholes and smoke.
On this land, there are walking corpses that only live for the sake of living, and there are also some man-eating demons and gods.
There are also people who are thinking about the glory of the past and can't help but miss the days when the saints led them to kill gods.
But they just kept thinking about it in their hearts. Now, they are like the old man in the old age, they can no longer run away.
In the Central Plains, everything is lifeless.
Monsters run rampant, people help monsters run rampant, and the gods allow monsters to run rampant.
Thanks to the bamboo pole monster, no one dared to embarrass the little monk after walking for so many days.
On this day, the young monk and the others walked to a small village.