Chapter 342

Lin Jue's gaze swept over the medical officer, scribe, protocol officer, and translator, ignoring them directly.

Sweeping a glance at the weak Chief Envoy on the bed, he walked straight to the stove, looked at the medicine in the pot, picked up a bit of the dregs, crushed them, and smelled them, then sat down on his own, pouring himself a cup of tea to drink.

"Tsk..."

The tea had a complex taste, both buttery and very salty.

Lin Jue took a sip, put down the teacup, and turned to chat with the Chief Envoy like a friend: "What percentage chance does the Chief Envoy think there is for a war between Great Jiang and Great Foot?"

The Chief Envoy closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and then sighed in reply:

"If the Master asks about war, it is almost unavoidable; it's just a matter of time. This is not something we can decide, nor is it something my King can decide, and it's not even something Great Foot can decide; it is decided jointly by the North and the Central Plains."

"Does that mean—" Lin Jue smiled, looking at him, "you're going to blame Great Jiang's weakness?"

"It's not blame, but it has been this way since ancient times. When the Central Plains dynasty is strong, it will inevitably send troops north; once the Central Plains dynasty is weak, the countries in the north will not hold back." The Chief Envoy was truly weak, seemingly lacking even the strength to open his eyes, so he simply kept them closed. "This kind of thing cannot be explained in a sentence or two, nor can it be solved. If it weren't so, the Central Plains dynasty has produced so many sages and great emperors, and there are so many heavenly emperors and Buddhas in the sky; they would have stopped the war long ago! But the matter of stopping war is something everyone talks about, yet no one can do."

"..."

Lin Jue frowned, remembering the words of those two immortals who saw through the mortal world on Tiandou Peak years ago.

Even immortals have helpless matters.

And now Great Jiang has internal troubles and external threats, human worries and demon afflictions, and even the gods are fighting among themselves; I'm afraid there really aren't many years left.

The Chief Envoy paused and continued:

"We came here this time just to follow orders and test the reality of Great Jiang, to see how many brave people, strange people, and high-level masters Great Jiang still has, and how many wise ministers and treacherous officials there are. The Master knows this, the Emperor of Great Jiang knows this, and the knowledgeable people in the court and the public can also see it."

"I have already said I won't kill you; why must you say such things to beg for your life?"

"I'm afraid I won't live to go back, cough, cough..."

"Perhaps. But the Chief Envoy has great courage and bearing; if you go back, you will definitely be a wise minister of Great Foot and a great threat to Great Jiang," Lin Jue said, shaking his head, "Let it be as fate decides."

That was all for today's conversation.

There was no need to be too clear; it was an exchange of attitudes. Since these people were dead, it counted as an explanation to him, so Lin Jue stood up, stepped over the corpses on the floor, and prepared to leave.

He heard the Great Foot Chief Envoy's voice, accompanied by coughing:

"Cough, cough, cough, if I go back, I will report truthfully. My King is wise and will know that Great Jiang still has capable people and warriors, which will surely bring a few more years of peace. Since the Master spared my life today, what I can tell the Master is that as long as Great Jiang does not have internal chaos itself, and does not continue to become more weak and absurd, my King will not easily send troops. But if Great Jiang has internal chaos, let alone the Master killing me, even if you killed my King, it would be absolutely impossible to stop the war."

"My name is Lin Jue, and I also inform you that not a single one of those masters and warriors from today was left behind. If you intend to take revenge, you can come find me again."

"Cough, cough!!"

The Chief Envoy began to cough violently.

The Daoist walked straight downstairs.

The few medical officers, scribes, painters, protocol officers, and translators finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Just now, the two talked calmly, as if chatting casually, but in fact, during this process, the few envoys who had just committed suicide were still twitching and bleeding on the ground. The conversation took place in such a scene, and both the Chief Envoy and that person seemed not to see it, but they couldn't ignore it.

And precisely because of this, such an ordinary conversation seemed to have an extremely strong pressure, pressing them until they couldn't breathe.

It was as if they shouldn't have participated in such a scene at all.

"Chief Envoy! That person..."

The Chief Envoy was still coughing violently; he didn't need to hear what they meant to know.

The Great Jiang imperial court is weak and incompetent, but outside the court, there is still no lack of capable people and warriors.

"Cough, cough, cough... I can't go back! Quickly bring paper and pen and help me up. If I die on the road, the letter must be delivered to the King personally..."

Someone immediately brought paper and pen.

After Lin Jue went out, he also sighed.

Since ancient times, troubled times have had many demons and monsters, and a chaotic world is also a shortcut for the cultivation of demons and ghosts. If the world falls into chaos, it will be a catastrophe for all living things, and who knows how many demons and ghosts will take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Dividing and uniting, stopping war and starting it again—in such cycles, who knows how many times it has happened over hundreds of years. Those Heavenly Venerables above the Nine Heavens and the ancient immortals in the mountains, living long and seeing long, who knows how they view it.

And who knows how they view it with indifference.

Those two in Mount Yishan seem to have already viewed it with indifference.

Anyway, Lin Jue cannot view it with indifference for the time being.

Because he has not yet become detached from the world; his old friends and relatives are still in the world and will still be disturbed by the catastrophe of all living things.

Viewing with indifference, viewing with indifference—he hasn't viewed it yet.

Carrying the fox through streets and alleys, he returned to the courtyard.

It seemed not much time had passed, but the corpses in the courtyard had already been cleared, and yamen constables and officials were standing there holding torches, eyes wide and mouths agape. The scene before them had completely exceeded their cognition and their authority to handle, so they were all at a loss.

As for the matter, it was naturally indisputable.

This is the property of the Ju Xian Fu, the residence of Master Lin, and Master Fan Tian and Lord Pan, who have high prestige in the capital, also live here. In the middle of the night, the Great Foot masters and warriors came almost in full force, bringing magical artifacts and blades; at least two streets heard the sounds of the battle, and everyone knew what was going on. However, once it involves diplomacy, there are no small matters.

Even the simplest matter would become extremely cumbersome.

Seeing Lin Jue return, someone looked at him as if they had seen a savior.

"Many thanks."

Lin Jue first thanked Wan Xinrong and the others, then walked to the completely stunned County Magistrate and said: "The County Magistrate can send people to the Great Foot Guesthouse to ask the Great Foot Chief Envoy. I have already gone to talk to him; he is a very intelligent person and has already given me an explanation. The County Magistrate can get the answer from him."

"Oh, oh... yes, yes, yes..."

The County Magistrate finally came to his senses, immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded in response.

He immediately called the County Lieutenant, picked a few constables, and let them go to the Great Foot Guesthouse to ask the Chief Envoy what was going on.

And with one word from Master Lin, he no longer worried.

However, Lin Jue didn't pay attention to him anymore and went straight back to his room.

In one look/p>

The junior sister was just a fighter and didn't like dealing with people, so she sat quietly on the meditation cushion in the quiet room, avoiding the troubles outside. Seeing him enter, she took out a pile of magical artifacts from under the table, placed them all on the table, and pushed them toward Lin Jue.

Under the lamplight, it was a dazzling sight.

"Senior brother, these are the magical artifacts I saw them use. I hid them and didn't give them to the government. Senior brother, what do you think we should do?" the junior sister said.

"If there's anything you want, junior sister, take it."

"There's nothing suitable for me."

"Then keep them."

Lin Jue looked down carefully—

There was a silver pot; he remembered it could blow out charming mist, which was somewhat similar to the junior sister's bell, but the fox could also spit out charming mist, so the overlap was very high.

There was a curved saber; he remembered it could swing out flames, but it couldn't be considered powerful, though it could treat evil spirits.

Lin Jue picked it up to look and tested its sharpness; it seemed the spiritual charm was only in the flames. Looking at the saber itself, it could only be considered a good saber made by an ordinary good craftsman, not reaching the point of cutting iron like mud.

This type of weapon was generally an ordinary blade, but it had been used by people with cultivation and Daoist practice, becoming stained with strangeness and thus becoming extraordinary.

There was a string of bone beads; he didn't know what they were for.

There was an umbrella that could block flying swords and magic; that was useful.

"It just so happens that we have to go back to Mount Yishan. I don't know if the Third Shixiong has taken any disciples, or how many he has taken. It wouldn't be good for us to go back empty-handed. At that time, we'll just say it's a gift from both of us."

"That's right!"

The junior sister immediately realized.

Then she broke into a cold sweat.

She remembered clearly—

When she and her senior brother first met the Second Uncle-Master, the Second Uncle-Master gave them paper donkeys, which they had used until now. Later, when they met the other Uncle-Masters, although they didn't give the two any treasures, that was because their Master had passed away, they had left in a hurry, and they were busy with the funeral, so they only gave them some guidance.

And what the Second Uncle-Master gave them was clearly more than just paper donkeys; there was also a tradition, a teaching by personal example.

If the Uncle-Master treated them like that back then, how could they go empty-handed when meeting their nephew-disciples?

The junior sister imagined the scene: she met her nephew-disciple, but because she hadn't prepared in advance, she couldn't take anything out...

If there was only one nephew-disciple, she could bear the pain of giving away her horsetail whisk; if there were two, although she had developed feelings for this soul-charming bell used for single combat, she could still bear the pain of parting with it, at most feeling heartbroken for half a month after returning. But if there were three people, it was absolutely impossible for her to give away this beloved precious sword in her hand. At that time, wouldn't she be so ashamed that her face turned red?

Fortunately, fortunately...

It's still the senior brother who thinks thoroughly!

In just this short while, the junior sister found that her back was soaked with cold sweat; it was even more tiring than the fight just now.

"There's nothing to do tonight; there might be some trivial matters tomorrow, but I expect there won't be many," Lin Jue said. "Go get some rest."

"Good!"

The junior sister stood up and went straight out.

Lin Jue stood outside for a while and then returned to his room.

The next day, there were indeed some trivial matters.

However, as expected, that Chief Envoy was intelligent; he knew that Lin Jue had come last night to demand an explanation and a result. The dead envoys were the explanation, and today's words were the result.

The County Magistrate of Wanan County came personally to inform Lin Jue that the Chief Envoy had already explained that he was seriously ill, and the other envoys were blinded by greed, bewitching the Great Foot masters and warriors to steal Lin Jue's Swallow Egg Incense, which was why they went to steal and rob in the middle of the night. Now that the masters and warriors were all dead, and the envoys who plotted it were also dead, it gave the Great Jiang imperial court an explanation, saved Lin Jue trouble, and preserved his own life.

This kind of thing always has an explanation, and no one will pursue it on the surface anymore.

(End of chapter)