Seeing the look on Wu Sangui's face, Monk Cidu understood that Wu Sangui would not be able to sleep peacefully unless Yang Zhan was removed.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, and there is no room for two dragons in one river.

Fortunately, he didn't know Yang Zhan's whereabouts, otherwise, the monk's statement would have become a lie.

"The Lord of Shu, the Dragon, has disappeared. How could the poor monk know his whereabouts? However, he is usually either busy in the crop fields or boating and fishing on the river. It is not easy to find him."

Wu Sangui was in a state of confusion. After decades of life and death, he had never encountered such an opponent.

This monk speaks quite honestly. Besides, there is only one person like him in the whole city. If you don’t ask him, who else can you ask?

He handed the letter from Yang Zhan to Cidu, "Monk, please help me read it. What does Yang Zhan mean?"

Cidu read it word for word and sighed: "Congratulations, Commander-in-Chief, the Lord of Shu is sincere in cooperating with you. Zhang Xianzhong did not have this blessing at the beginning! I hope the Commander-in-Chief will only take five points of the food from the earth and leave five points."

To the people of Shu. It is a blessing to the people of Shu and a blessing to the commander-in-chief."

"Five points? It's not enough for an army to fill the gap between your teeth. I finally broke in..."

His words were interrupted midway because someone came to report that the Qing army's battalions had plundered all the crops within a fifty-mile radius of Chengdu.

His face turned livid instantly. Before even negotiating with Yang Zhan, the bastard had already taken action.

Close your eyes and pray lovingly, reciting Amitabha Buddha directly.

Wu Sangui looked at him gloomily, "Now that the matter has come to this, I can only ask Monk Cidu to be my envoy and explain it to Yang Zhan. You go and tell him, I will get seven points and he will get three points. Let him harvest as soon as possible, and in three days he will be able to harvest."

Otherwise, don’t blame me for not being able to restrain my subordinates.”

Cidu made a sad face, "I don't know where the Lord of Shu is, how can I find him!"

"You figure it out on your own! It is said that the monks in Sichuan have very high martial arts skills. You have to look for them sincerely, and there is nothing you can't find. Of course, if you want to see how I slaughter Shu, you don't have to go."

Cidu was so frightened that he repeatedly agreed, "I'll go look for the poor monk right away. Please allow me to be with you for a day, sir."

"Okay, I'll wait for your reply at this time tomorrow."

Ci Du secretly complained in his heart that his martial arts skills were not enough to fight back and forth in one day, not to mention that he didn't even have the direction.

Once the Shujiang Alliance disappears into the world, how easy will it be to find them?

Ci Du went to Jinjiang Pier, found a small boat, untied the cable and floated downstream.

He thought of trying his luck at Chongtong Temple. Even if he couldn't find Yang Zhan, it would be good to let the Taoist priests help spread the news.

When the boat arrived at Wujin Ferry in Xinjin, the sky was already sinking. From a distance, I saw a fleet of boats coming from Wuyangyang downstream. I took a closer look and saw that it was Li Zhiyong leading hundreds of people from the Shujiang League.

Ci Du was so happy that he raised the pole lightly and sailed past like an arrow.

Li Zhiyong naturally recognized him and shouted: "Monk Cidu, where are you going? Are the Qing troops coming?"

Ci Du was not yet a member of the Shu Jiang League, so it was inconvenient to call him senior brother, and the Fuhu Army had returned to Jianghu, so he could not be called a general, so he had to be called a hero.

"Master Li, where are you going? The Qing army has not come to fight, but as soon as you go, there will definitely be a fight."

Cidu jumped onto Li Zhiyong's boat and told Yang Zhan that he wanted to send a message to Wu Sangui.

Li Zhiyong said: "We are just going to take a look. I heard that the Qing army has robbed all the food around Chengdu. If we don't give them any help and let them taste the power of the Shujiang League, I'm afraid they will continue to rob it."

Cidu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Fortunately I met you. Take me to see the Lord of Shu quickly and let him decide what to do."

Li Zhiyong turned the boat around, but before leaving Wujin Ferry, the sound of cannons on the shore rang out.

This was the second fierce battle since the Wujindu War in the late Ming Dynasty.

The last time was more than ten years ago. At that time, Yang Zhan was here and deliberately attracted Li Zicheng's nine coalition forces and caught them off guard.

This time, the Shujiang Alliance was unprepared and was attacked by the Qing army.

Li Ziyong quickly organized a counterattack, and Cidu shouted: "Let everyone run away, how can you be a match for others with your little firepower?"

The Qing army's artillery fire was so fierce that half of the Shujiang League's more than ten ships had been sunk.

Li Zhiyong's eyes were almost on fire, and he and his men wanted to go ashore and fight to the death. After all, everyone in the Shujiang League knew martial arts.

Cidu held his hand tightly and refused to let him go, "Master Li, forget it. There is still a chance of survival if you rush out. If you continue to fight, you will die."

However, the Qing army would not leave them a way to survive. Heavy troops were gathered along the coast, and artillery shells were dropped intensively until all the wooden boats were sunk to the bottom of the water. Only then did they give up.

After the battle, it was past Hai Shi, and corpses were floating all over Wujin Ferry. The corpses were squeezing each other and blocking the river. For a while, they could not float away. However, many broken ship planks flowed down the river.

…

Wu Sangui has moved into Zizhu Hall, where Zhu Pingxi and his family once lived.

The Purple Bamboo Palace is naturally not as luxurious as the Prince of Shu's Palace, but it still shows the gentle elegance and natural Taoism of the Kingdom of Abundance.

When the Shujiang League withdrew from Chengdu, all traces were erased. Wu Sangui could not tell what kind of organization it was.

Of course he would not believe what Monk Cidu said, saying that the Shujiang League was a river and lake organization that helped Shu people farm, fish, cut firewood, and do business, and that it did not ask about the court and rescued people in danger?

Who is Yang Zhan? The world's best martial arts master, the general of Shu, the man who once ran an oasis in troubled times here!

Can he be willing to hide in the world? Can he be willing to contribute the food he grows to the Qing army?

Wu Sangui asked Cidu to find Yang Zhan, and then ordered the Qing army to divide into two teams to follow him on the left and right banks.

The two groups of Qing troops came back at the same time and said, "Report to the commander-in-chief that we have surrounded and suppressed more than ten wooden boats of the Shujiang League in Xinjin. None of them survived, not even Monk Cidu escaped."

"Hey, you guys won't even spare a fucking monk! I'm going to use him to bring peace to Shu!"

"He is a member of the Shujiang Alliance, and he deserves to die!"

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you clearly."

After sending these people away, Wu Sangui held a candle and hunched over his desk for a while. He turned over a map of the Shu territory. He couldn't see any place where he was afraid of Yang Zhan and his Shujiang Alliance, so he laughed dumbly and said to himself:

"Yang Zhan, Yang Zhan, what qualifications do you have to bargain with me, the occupier?"

"Bang! Bang!"

The first sound broke the window, and the second sound fell to the ground.

Even though Wu Sangui had experienced hundreds of battles, he was still stunned. The broken window creaked and swayed in the night wind, and the package that fell to the ground was soaked in blood.

"Someone! Come quickly!"

Guards swarmed in, and he was even more surprised. Who could throw a huge blood package into his residence under tight security?

A guard was ordered to search for the assassin. Several others opened the package and all screamed.

Wu Sangui took a closer look and almost fainted to the ground.

These are eighteen human heads, and the long hair of each head is tied together. The key is that these eighteen people are the big and small leaders he entered Shu this time.

No one will attend tomorrow's military meeting, and the troops brought into Shu will instantly become stragglers.
Chapter completed!