After becoming the villain

Chapter 45 The Holy Buddha of the West
"You, this guy..."

The teahouse owner, who had been splashed with scalding tea before, was now covering the burns on his face as he struggled to get up, still shouting.

Yan Wulu heard the sound and glanced slightly towards this place. It was a murderous look unique to a powerful warrior, a look that could make mortals boo in an instant.

The teahouse owner suddenly froze on the spot. It was at this time that he realized what he had just seen. Even the elders of his own gang might not be able to do it.

"...Ahaha, the hero is really good at martial arts! But do you still need the villain to serve you some other food and drink?"

The teahouse owner, who was standing blankly on the ground, changed his expression almost instantly.

At this time, the ferocity from before was no longer visible on his face, replaced by a slave-like expression.

Seeing the teahouse owner's almost 180-degree change in attitude, everyone seemed to suddenly understand why he, with his crude martial arts skills, could open a teahouse here and charge a fee...

Yan Wulu chuckled lightly. He never cared about such a lowly character.

"Please give me and this master a pot of good tea, some vegetarian meals, and some fodder for my horse..."

While speaking, Yan Wulu took out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it directly into the hands of the teahouse owner.

When the teahouse owner saw Ginzi, his eyes instantly shone, he kowtowed to the ground several times, and then loudly ordered around -

"Come and serve tea and food to this hero and master!"

……

During the dinner, the fog outside the mountain was hazy.

Next to the avenue, in the teahouse, the young monk looked at Yan Wulu in front of him calmly and slowly asked his questions word by word.

"From the donor's accent, it seems like he has been in the Northland all his life."

Yan Wulu took a sip of the tea in the cup, but frowned slightly... This tea was not even as good as one ten thousandth of the tea in the Zhenbei Palace!

Give Dole your money!

After hearing what the young monk said, Yan Wulu also put down the teacup in his hand and responded -

"Exactly."

"I don't know, what is the donor's name?"

As he spoke, there seemed to be a glint in the young monk's eyes, as if he had already guessed Yan Wulu's identity.

"My surname is Yan..."

As Yan Wulu said, he glanced lightly at the ripples of the tea in the cup, but he remembered the reminder from Master Junxing to hide his identity...

"...a single name with the word 'Lu'. 'Lu Hai Pan Jiang (1)' is 'Lu'."

"Yan Lu."

The young monk faintly recited the word "Yan Lu", his eyes couldn't stop feeling disappointed.

"Master, do you have any secrets?" Yan Wulu asked lightly.

When the young monk saw the other party asking this question, he also knew that his expression was in the other party's eyes, so he smiled directly——

"It's nothing, I just mistakenly thought that Master Yan was the son of my old friend, but now it seems that it is not..."

……

A conversation with the young monk.

Yan Wulu just felt that he felt like old friends at first sight. The two of them had unique but similar views on many things.

The young monk also talked more and more deeply, and the more he talked, the more excited he became...

Especially when talking about martial arts and the affairs of the imperial court, the monk could no longer remain calm and calm as at the beginning, but became a little fanatical.

The two of them talked about each other, and they were actually ready to sworn sworn friends right there.

Fortunately, Yan Wulu's concubine and secret guard Zhang Chunhua suddenly appeared, interrupting the process of their sworn vows, and the two of them calmed down a little when they talked about their rise.

"Shi... Young Master, Qiuyue and I saw that Young Master had not come out of the mountain for a long time, so we went into the mountain again to look for Young Master. Unexpectedly, Chunhua found Young Master first."

Zhang Chunhua, dressed in the men's uniform of a secret guard, respectfully explained to Yan Wulu.

At the same time, she consciously stood between Yan Wulu and the young Tubo monk to prepare for any eventuality and ensure Yan Wulu's absolute safety.

It was also at this moment that Yan Wulu suddenly recalled the agreement between himself and his team...

I couldn't help but hastily say goodbye to the young Tibetan monk.

The young monk also recovered as before, smiling slightly, like a dazzling pearl, and said goodbye to Yan Wulu lightly.

On the way out of the mountain.

Zhang Chunhua drove his horse to Yan Wulu's side and suddenly said -

"My son, that monk just now is very powerful."

Seeing Zhang Chunhua, the top secret guard, speak like this, Yan Wulu became more convinced of his initial judgment...

"Don't worry, I know." Yan Wulu replied calmly.

When Zhang Chunhua heard this, there was not much surprise on her face. She also knew that the prince had a highly integrated [Heavenly Spiritual Root], so she should have noticed the monk's slight abnormality.

However, Zhang Chunhua still couldn't help but expressed concern——

"It would be too dangerous for the Crown Prince to be alone with that person in such close proximity. Chunhua is worried..."

"No need to worry too much."

Yan Wulu suddenly interrupted Zhang Chunhua's words, "...I only did this when I was sure that the other party would not harm me."

"...Originally, I was still a little unsure of the other party's identity, but from the subsequent conversation, I can confirm that he...is Amaro."

When Zhang Chunhua heard this, his eyes narrowed, "...Amaro, who is known as the 'Holy Buddha of the West'? How come His Royal Highness, Amaro and other dangerous people appear here?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because of the Northland." Yan Wulu replied calmly and simply.

……

The branches and leaves move slightly.

The breeze is rustling.

In the mountain teahouse, Yan Wulu and Zhang Chunhua have left, and they have more important things to do.

The young monk in an exquisite red cassock looked at the direction where Yan Wulu left before, with a nostalgic expression on his face, as if he was mumbling to himself.

Faintly, the word "Yandong" can also be heard...

"Great monk!"

The owner of the teahouse who was respectful before, after Yan Wulu left, surrounded him again with a few big handymen around him...

"...The money given to that guy just now was not enough!"

Greed was written all over the teahouse owner's fleshy face, even if Yan Wulu gave him a thousand taels of gold before, he would still be like this now.

But the young monk still looked calm and composed, without any change at all.

"You damn bald donkey, how dare you ignore me, brothers, show him some color!"

The teahouse owner shouted loudly, and the big men around him swarmed around him.

The young monk's eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened. The gesture of his right hand holding the Buddhist trumpet changed slightly, and a palm force like a blazing fire attached to it...

In a daze, I saw red cassocks and blood flying together, and the piercing chirping of birds and screams.

……

The way of Buddhism is most popular in the Western Yi lands.

The Holy Buddha of Tubo in Western Yi——Amaro
In the original novel, Amaro is the number one master in the West.An unparalleled Buddhist genius, proficient in martial arts and Buddhism, obsessed with martial arts, and came to the Central Plains specifically to search for the long-lost Buddhist secrets.

Although he believes in Buddhism, he is murderous by nature and often sends people to the bliss of the Western Heaven with a smile as bright as a pearl.

Shen Yupei, the "Wolf Prince", is both an enemy and a friend.

Yan Wulu himself never expected that he would meet this person in such a small teahouse on the roadside of Hedong...

……

(1) Land, sea and Panjiang.Lu: Lu Ji of the Jin Dynasty; Pan: Pan Yue of the Jin Dynasty.Lu Ji's literary talent is like the ocean, and Pan Yue's literary talent is like the Yangtze River.Metaphor knowledgeable, talented people.Quoted from Du Niang.

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