Chapter 159: The World of the World

After Canghai made a call to summon the Eastern Remnants at the throne ceremony, more and more people could be seen on the streets of the Chinese Empire. The abnormally growing population caused housing prices in the imperial capital to soar. Many indigenous populations sold their properties at this time and moved to small towns outside the imperial capital to become local little rich people.

The exclusive avenues of the four major families have long been abolished by the Ministry of Rites Dong, and the four avenues completely link the streets of the imperial capital, large and small. People can pass freely on it, without distinction between nobles, planes, and races.

Now the imperial capital has only left an imperial road that no one can step into. It is the widest and longest road in the imperial capital. The imperial road leading to the palace. This imperial road is only accessible to the emperor, the emperor's army and ministers of various departments.

Originally belonged to the Nuoye family, the streets that were originally quiet and quiet now have shops. In addition to humans, there are also some intelligent races entering and leaving the shops on both sides of the street. With the contrast of these non-human races, there seems to be nothing that can make people feel strange. But at this time, a pair of pedestrians in the middle of the street made people feel very funny, and it was a bit strange in plainness.

A bald man, a short man, one half naked on his upper body, and the other is completely naked on his upper body. The bald man is better, with at least half a long gown covering his body, and only a string of big beads hanging around his neck makes people feel a little dazzling. The dwarf is the most popular and silly dressed up now, with a naked upper body and a tiger skin around his waist.

Dwarf Deckney looked at the people around him with guilt and touched Beichen beside him, "Bald Donkey, why do you think they look at us like this? Have you never seen dwarf warriors and bald Donkeys? This is not the first time we have passed this street."

"Amitabha Buddha, look at it and don't look at it. It's not that their eyes are strange, but that your heart is confused." Beichen stood in front of his chest with one hand, stopped and sang the Buddha's name and continued moving forward. He seemed to be immune to the "bald donkey".

Deckney was obviously frightened by Beichen, grabbed the messy brown hair, and muttered, "My heart is confused? Could it be that my heart is confused and I have hallucinations? It doesn't look like it, it seems normal to flow into the slaughter air in my body."

"Mom's uncle's head is so bright. Has it been oily? Why do you have to apply oil on your head? The dwarfs around him are so cute. Like his brother, he likes to be naked."

"Little Jack, don't imitate those who dress up strangely." The woman next to the child looked around and pointed to her head and whispered, "They are bald and naked, they have problems here."

"Oh, I know mom, they are fools."

Although the conversation between mother and son on the roadside was not loud, it still came into Deckney's ears, "Bald donkey, I'm confused? I'm confused! I just don't look? I don't look at it. I just don't look at it. I can only do it, you bald donkey."

Beichen was as if he hadn't heard of Deckney's shouting behind him, and he continued to move forward with a slight chanting of the Buddhist scriptures. His emotions became more and more peaceful. On weekdays, Deckney's stimulation would no longer make Beichen feel angry. His voice was no different from the sound of the wind in his ears to Beichen. On the contrary, under the influence of Beichen's peaceful aura, Deckney would always feel guilty inexplicably.

The dwarf Deckney didn't care whether Beichen could listen or not, and walked beside him muttering. But his voice became weaker and weaker, because the guilt in his heart became stronger and stronger. Deckney inexplicably felt that his words were so disgusting and unbearable.

The guilty dwarf Deckney was restless. The sound of Buddhist scriptures in Beichen made him feel itchy. He secretly swears, "Damn bald donkey, if you come out with you in the future, I will not be a dwarf warrior, but a dwarf warrior." In the Yag continent, the race that dwarfs look down on the most is dwarfs.

Shortly after Deckney was silent, a figure was thrown out from the courtyard on the side of the road like garbage. Beichen Gao Xuan called the Buddha's name and waved his long sleeves to stop the figure flying in the air.

The person who was stopped by Beichen seemed to be in shock and sat in the road and became stunned. "Amitus Buddha, why did this donor throw what happened? "

The sound containing the Dharma awakened the man's mind, and his mood was obviously bad. "What happened? You bald man just knows what can you do?" As he said, the black-haired oriental man got up from the ground, patted his messy clothes and walked dazed to the distance, murmured, "Let's go, go, go back."

Beichen took a few steps forward and stopped the oriental man in a long robe, "Amitus Buddha, what happened? The donor might as well say, maybe I can really help you."

Deckney squatted on the ground boredly, counting ants, and cursed in his heart, "Damn bald donkey, experience the world? I think he is a special person to meddle in other people's business. How many times has this been? I just found a child for someone, and I'm afraid I'll fight again. The dwarf warrior is actually doing these boring things. God, please punish this bald donkey!"

A guy in the shop next to the road shouted to Beichen with a smile, "You can't control the monk passing by. You'd better go quickly, otherwise you will be beaten in vain."

Beichen ignored the struggle of the oriental man and pulled him to the shop door and pronounced the Buddhist chant to the talking guy, "The donor knows what happened? Are you willing to tell me about it? I might be able to help him."

The guy stopped his work and smiled at Beichen, "You are not the one who lives in this West Street, you are aware of it. The Nuoye family relied on its power and the relationship between the Xicheng Yamen and used this yard to extort the Orientals who had just arrived in the imperial capital and wanted to buy a house here. He is no longer the first one."

In the imperial capital of China, the entire medical system had already replaced the original light sacrifice with witch doctors under the instructions of Sikong Haoxuan. Most of the people who joined the witch doctors were former monks, and monks were more respected in the emperor, so the shopkeepers were so polite to Beichen.

An obese woman in the store, obviously the owner of the store, pointed to the oriental man and said, "Before he went to buy a yard, several of us reminded him not to be fooled. But he was fine, and he forced to set up a trap for others. He didn't think about how could the current imperial capital have such a cheap yard for sale?"

Beichen bowed slightly to the owner and the clerk of the shop, "Amitus Buddha, thank you for telling you two donors." After that, he pulled the oriental man to the courtyard not far away.

The boss and the clerk looked at each other and shook their heads. The fat woman looked at Beichen walking towards the courtyard and said to the clerk, "He doesn't look like a monk, but a fool who cares about the other. Can he keep in charge of the Nuoye family?"

Before Beichen could speak, the guard who opened the door shouted at the oriental man beside him, "I dare to come back, come on, drag them into the yard and beat them to death."

Beichen did not expect that the family was so arrogant. There were so many people coming and going on the street, so he dared to force people to pull them into the hospital for murder. With a bang, the heavy courtyard gate was closed behind Beichen and the Oriental man.

A blond young man pulled two dogs and walked out of the yard with several guards. He smiled at the oriental man, "I will leave you a way out, but I will bring another bald man to die. Do you think I dare not kill anyone?"

"Amitus Buddha, this donor asks to return the purchase money of this oriental man. I will not sue you into the city guards. Otherwise, the crime of fraud will cause the donor to be imprisoned for one year." Beichen called the Buddha's name and said to the young man.

"Hahaha, sue me? Are you a monk? Don't you know that the Xicheng Yamen was run by my family?"

The blonde young man's face suddenly changed and he shouted, "Beat me to death, and after being beaten to death, give them a random charge and throw them into the West City prison to hold the corpse."

In Beichen's non-killing realm, how could these second-rate guards have the idea of ​​taking action? The guards shrouded in the non-killing realm suddenly felt that they were deeply sinful. They knelt in tears of regret, silently repenting around Beichen. They followed Beichen and recited Buddhist scriptures. They didn't know how they had such scriptures.

More than twenty guards sat down to recite scriptures around Beichen, and even the two dogs he was pulling lay on the ground and hummed. "You, you, you..." The young man pointed at Beichen and was speechless and didn't know what he was saying.

Beichen stood up on his chest with one hand and was about to speak, a black light came from a distance to cut off the young man's head. The blood soared into the sky poured on Deckney's head. He licked the blood splashed on his mouth with his tongue, and smiled at Beichen, "Hehe, this person constitutes a condition for killing, I have the right to monitor. What are you talking about? I won't solve all the problems after one knife? He will not lie again in the future, and you will be considered a merit."

Beichen sighed and recited the transcendent curse at the young man's corpse. After a while, Beichen said to Deckney, who was standing next to him with impatient faces, "Short, killing is a crime..."

Deckney interrupted Beichen irritably, "Bad, killing is a crime, everyone in the world is fucking guilty. I just received the news that the battalion commander asked you to return to Prince Xia's Mansion immediately."

"Amitus Buddha..."

Beichen and Deckney were surrounded by the city guards as soon as they stepped out of the courtyard. Before the commander who was riding on the tall horse could not wait to ask, Deckney raised a pitch-black waist sign in his hand, "Xia Prince's Mansion, the dead camp is carrying out the mission, get out!"

The city guards, who came with murderous intent, left quietly. They knew very well that being killed by the dead camp, would be useless to die, and there was no place to shout for justice.

A small but very exquisite mansion in the northeast corner of the imperial capital is the mansion given to the Lian family by the Canghai. A few days ago, officials from the Lian family, who were in and out of the Shengjun Zhenglong, seemed very lively on weekdays. But since Sikong Haoxuan returned, no one dared to step into the Lian family. At this time, the door of Lian's mansion seemed deserted, and the lanterns on the door were shaking listlessly, and even the guards were dozing.

However, on the surface, it looks loose and lifeless, and the defense is very tight. In the Lian Mansion, there is a newly built secret room, Lian Heng, Lian Qiong and a middle-aged man seem to be discussing something secretly. A guard wearing white armor is distributed in every corner of the secret room. Judging from the faint white light emitted by their bodies, this is definitely not an ordinary guard, and the armor on them is not ordinary armor.

"Sir Sith, can you tell us about the Xia Palace and Xia King? We have just come from the distant Kingdom of Sotre, and I really didn't want to offend the powerful and powerful people of the Chinese Empire." Lian Qiong pushed an exquisite wooden box in front of Sith.

The Sith opened the slit of the wooden box without any trace and looked at it. He held the wooden box up with great satisfaction and smiled, "Young Master, you are so kind. Your father, Lord Lian Heng, and I are the same officials in the same court, so it is supposed to be a ritual."

Lian Heng smiled and said, "I have just arrived in the imperial capital. I hope Lord Sith will advise you for many things so as not to make mistakes again the same as the day before yesterday. Of course, my Lian Mansion will definitely not forget the favors of Lord Sith."

Sith stroked the wooden box on the table with his hand and sighed, "Sir Lian, I'm not talking about you. Who is not easy to mess with you but go to mess with the Sikong family? Not to mention you, even His Majesty Canghai may not dare to treat the Sikong family. Lianqiong, Qinzheng Hall, you dare to hurt Sikong Wuwo in front of so many ministers. At that time, I really sweated for you. Fortunately, King Xia returned in time, otherwise you would really hurt Sikong Wuwo and kill him. I'm afraid your Lian Mansion will be turned into ruins now."

Lian Heng and Lian Qiong looked at each other and were a little surprised, "Sir Sith, does King Xia dare to do whatever he wants without respecting the law of the country? Will Your Majesty allow him to be so arrogant?" Although Lian Qiong had already seen Cang Hai's attitude towards Sikong Haoxuan in the Qinzheng Hall, he still wanted to get some kind of confirmation from Sith's mouth.

"National Law? The national law of my Chinese Empire was promulgated with the approval of King Xia. Do you think he is afraid of the national law? Your Majesty Canghai? If it weren't for King Xia, His Majesty Canghai had already been killed by his brother. Do you think Your Majesty will help you or will he help him? King Xia has the right to supervise the whole country. If he wants you to disappear without even making excuses, you will have to disappear."

"Oh, it's all my fault for being confused for a moment. Lord Sith, what do you think of the contest between Lianqiong and Sikong Wuwo in three days? If I had known that Sikong Wuwo was King Xia's eldest brother, I would never have let Lianqiong make a competition request." Lian Heng seemed very regretful.

Sith hesitated for a moment, but his hesitation dissipated under a wooden box that Lian Qiong pushed by again, "If I were you, even if I die, I would give up the contest in three days. You are not fighting for the commander of the domineering army, it is obvious that you are taking a group of people to commit suicide."

Lian Qiong was slightly surprised, "Sir Sith, how do you say this?"

"Have you ever heard of the Death Camp?"

Lian Heng's face changed slightly, "Dead camp! That dead camp that slaughtered the Stroro's capital?"

"Is there any other dead camp in the mainland? Since you know the dead camp, how can you not know the dead camp commander Sikong Haoxuan?!"

Now Lian Heng, Lian Qiong's face really changed, and he said in surprise, "What, the battalion commander of the dead camp is King Xia? Witch!"

Sith looked at the two men whose face changed suddenly, and felt a little gloating and said with a smile, "Now I know why I said you were going to commit suicide? You choose a thousand people to fight against the Sikong Mansion, and you really dare. If Sikong Wuwo didn't compete with you with the death camp, I will give you my head."

Lian Qiong asked subconsciously, "Why?"

Xis skillfully took the two wooden boxes on the table into the ring of the space and smiled, "The great nobles in the entire imperial capital know that the two brothers of King Xia, Sikong Wuwo, Sikong Mochen had helped Valle to fight against King Xia before, and they wanted to die several times. But King Xia not only did not kill them, but also gave them a high position now. What status do you think of these relatives of King Xia in his mind? So the one who fights with you must be a dead camp."

As the Sith's eyes changed, he whispered, "I'll give you another secret. The Baxia Army was formed by King Xia. Only fools value the position of commander so much, no matter who the commander is. With King Xia, the Baxia Army is the Baxia Army of King Xia, not the Baxia Army of the Empire."

After Lian Heng sent Sith out of Lian Mansion, he returned to the secret room again and saluted Lianqiong who was sitting on the secret room chair, "Son, do you think Sith's words are completely trustworthy?"

A smile appeared on Lian Qiong's handsome face, "He must have said this greedy thing. But he just didn't know whether the disappearance he got with his status was true or false."

"If it was a dead camp, I'm afraid the contest in three days would be very dangerous. The Holy See didn't know much about the dead camp, but just saw their magic crystal memories on the battlefield and could not evaluate their strength."

Lian Heng paused and asked Lian Qiong, "Son of the Holy Son, what should we do next? Or I will enter the palace now and make suggestions to Canghai to cancel the contest in three days? I think it should not be very difficult for us to have the impact on him during this period. Even the King of Xia should give the emperor some face."

Lianqiong's middle finger and index finger kept jumping on the hilt of the sword in his waist. After a moment, he walked towards Lianheng, "No, it is because our Holy See does not understand the dead camp that we must seize this opportunity. We are too far from the Chinese Empire, so far that we must understand it again. How can such a good opportunity be easily let go of?"

Lian Qiong paused, his eyes flashed, "And I don't believe that the Holy Light Army will lose to the dead camp. The countries and the people boasted too much about the dead camp. Let's see how the Holy Light Army of our Holy Light Army destroyed their dead camp myth."

"Patriarch."

Lian Heng stood respectfully before Lianqiong and replied, "Please give the Son the command, God's servants will obey your command unconditionally."

"You go and send someone back to the Holy See and report the situation of the Chinese Empire to the Pope. Tell him that if you want to open up the situation in the Chinese Empire, we need greater strength and more help. The most important thing is to tell the Pope that the battalion commander of the dead camp who should have been in the exile land has reappeared in the Chinese Empire, which shows that he has mastered the method of entering and leaving the exile land."

"Yes, Son. I am sending people back to the Kingdom of Sotre."

At night, even the twelve white-armored warriors in the mansion quietly left the imperial capital. However, they never came out after entering the dense forest not far from the emperor.
Chapter completed!