Chapter 882

Jiaozhou.

Zhangsun Wuji was currently in this place, secretly training an army.

This specially trained army would disguise itself as a merchant caravan. Then, using Great Tang's customs clearance documents, they would go to Siam to assassinate the King.

Zhangsun Wuji could not lead such a dangerous mission himself.

He needed a capable captain to execute this task.

But he was somewhat dissatisfied with all the men under his command.

He was alone in the County Magistrate's office, feeling troubled.

At this moment, a servant from the office came to report.

"Lord Zhangsun, there is a monk outside who wants to see you. We couldn't drive him away, and he even threatened us, saying that if we delayed a major matter, we wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.

The little one was afraid he might really have something important, so I came to ask you. You had better go and take a look; they are about to start fighting at the gate!"

A monk?

Zhangsun Wuji was very puzzled.

He had rarely associated with monks in the past and basically had no affinity with Buddhism.

If he had to name a monk, he only knew one, Bianji.

However, ever since the defeat of the Harsha Empire, there had been no news of Bianji.

It couldn't possibly be Bianji, could it?

However, since this person dared to come see him, it meant he was not an ordinary person.

Ordinary people would have had weak knees just seeing the County Magistrate's office. How would they dare to cause trouble at the gate?

If he was a man of courage, perhaps he could be put to use.

His "merchant caravan" was currently lacking some talented individuals with special abilities!

"Lead the way, I'll go take a look!"

The steward of the office let out a long sigh of relief when he saw Zhangsun Wuji was willing to step in.

It seemed the monk at the gate had caused him quite a bit of trouble.

Zhangsun Wuji arrived at the main gate, and upon seeing the man, he was suddenly enlightened.

It really was Bianji!

It was no wonder the steward was so afraid of Bianji; he had carried two buckets of manure and placed them at the gate. He was covered in filth and stank so badly that no one dared to get close.

It was a method only Bianji could have come up with.

Otherwise, the steward would absolutely never have agreed to announce him.

"Master Bianji, are you really still alive?"

Bianji saw Zhangsun Wuji and a smile appeared on his face. He pressed his palms together and recited a Buddhist chant.

However, his face and body were covered in manure. In no way did he look like a high monk.

The steward hadn't expected that this stinking monk actually knew Zhangsun Wuji.

He was scared out of his wits!

Just a moment ago at the gate, he had said plenty of nasty things. He had only gone in to report because he was at his wit's end.

Now, fearing the stinking monk would take revenge, the steward hurriedly and diligently ordered the servants to boil water and fetch clothes. He wished he could personally serve Bianji while he bathed.

Bianji also knew that being covered in manure was not a state for conversation.

Although he had a belly full of words he wanted to say to Zhangsun Wuji.

Out of courtesy, he first followed the steward to take a bath and change his clothes. He then rubbed many delicate flower petals over his body to cover the stench with their juice.

Only then did he come to the living room to drink tea and chat with Zhangsun Wuji.

"Lord Zhangsun, this poor monk almost attained nirvana and returned to the West. This journey was filled with thousands of hardships, and it was only with great difficulty that I managed to escape back here."