Chapter 181: Predetermined

On the battlefield, besides Zhang Gui who is "picking up corpses," there are also the baggage miscellaneous soldiers of the Yuanshan Guard Army camp picking up equipment from the dead.

And the Wuzuo Yisuo of Prince Zhen's camp picking up equipment from the dead.

As for the equipment worn by the dead, as long as the camp can be identified, no matter how tattered it is, it belongs to whoever finds it.

After all, "a broken nail is worth three coins, and many small things can add up to a lot."

But as for those bloody, missing-limbed corpses,

unless they are officials or have close comrades willing to pay for their burial, everyone tacitly leaves them to Zhang Gui.

One is not to offend this "monster";

two is to save an unknown amount of effort.

Just like that, he works until dawn.

Zhang Gui has already "licked the package" of all the corpses on the battlefield, not even leaving a small piece of bone residue.

He looks up and sees his Hanli subordinates still pulling wooden carts like ants, constantly picking up armor and weapons from the ground.

Once a cart is full, they pull it laboriously, swaying as they send it back to the main camp, and then hurry back to continue.

With over a hundred people, if they keep tossing like this, they probably won't finish cleaning up in ten days.

Zhang Gui lands beside the second-in-command of the Yisuo, the "Pedestrian Head" Zhang Guo, and frowns:

"Didn't I say long ago that you are coroners.

Just pick up the corpses on the battlefield and don't worry about anything else.

Let the people in the baggage camp clean up this junk.

Where is Old Zhang? Didn't he brag that he had connections in the baggage camp..."

"My lord, it is precisely because of the relationship with Lord Zhang Rui that the baggage camp gave us the opportunity to help clean up the battlefield.

For every cart of tattered military equipment transported back, they give five catties of corn and three taels of pickled vegetables.

Everyone in the Yisuo, whether they are pedestrians or apprentices, is very happy.

They say that thanks to following you, my lord, their families can enjoy such blessings.

In such chaotic times, they can eat their fill."

Fearing that Zhang Gui would blame the wrong person, Zhang Guo laughed dryly:

"My lord, rest assured, we will definitely not delay the matter of collecting the bodies on the streets of Hancheng Prefecture."

"Delaying a ghost, you are struggling to earn corn here.

In a while, you will run ten or twenty miles back to Hancheng Prefecture to find bodies on the streets.

You are truly iron men, can you really not be tired to death!"

Zhang Gui said with a cold face:

"That's enough, don't worry about the matter of clearing the streets in Hancheng Prefecture.

After working for a while, go back and rest directly.

If you don't listen, I will break your legs."

At the same time, in a large tent next to Prince Zhen's main tent.

Mr. Yin successfully transcended and suppressed more than one hundred thousand wronged souls and evil ghosts in his "Ghost Realm in the Eyes."

He opened his eyes, still feeling unsatisfied.

He looked left and right and didn't find Tao Yaoyao's whereabouts, so he got up and went to the main tent to accompany Prince Zhen for a while.

He gave his eldest nephew a few "reassurance pills" before returning to his own tent.

At this time, Tao Yaoyao had already appeared.

Seeing the unconcealable smile on her face, Mr. Yin said:

"Junior sister Tao is so happy, is it because you received blessings when transcending the wronged souls, and your cultivation technique has made a breakthrough?"

"Senior brother always likes to joke; there are no such things as blessings from heaven in this world.

Besides.

The foundation of our Eastern Ghost Gate is the wonder of the netherworld, and we cultivate 'external objects.'

My suppression of evil ghosts and transcendence of wronged souls is also to be more deeply 'unified with objects and self' with Mount Taozhi and the Ghost Gate Pass.

Even if there really were blessings, it wouldn't be a breakthrough in cultivation technique.

It is you, senior brother, who have found another path in the old method of the Central Ghost Gate.

Instead of contemplating 'Mount Baodu' first, you have integrated the ancient mythology of the island nation Yingri with the legends of the Middle East, such as Biliang Slope, Naihe River, Yellow Springs Flow, and Naihe Bridge.

It is a brand new approach.

Cultivating oneself in this way is the easiest way to break through the cultivation technique."

Tao Yaoyao heard the nameless anger in her senior brother's words and giggled, casually flattering him.

Mr. Yin felt much more comfortable upon hearing this.

Although he was dissatisfied that his junior sister had shared his "great benefits" just because she was clever,

and was upset about it from time to time,

he could clearly understand that the benefits he could get were actually due to the word "opportunity."

The nature of it was exactly the same as Tao Yaoyao's.

And allowing oneself but not others, occupying the word "exclusive," which can also be connected to "poison,"

is a great obstacle to cultivation and the most common origin of "inner demons."

"Junior sister, don't flatter me anymore; do you really think senior brother can't capture the heart monkey and tame the intent horse?"

Tao Yaoyao giggled upon hearing this,

"I praised senior brother for being a genius of the sect since childhood; how did that become flattery?

Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore; let's talk about something real.

Senior brother Yin, your great enemy, Baori Eshen of the Yuanshan Guard Army, although he doesn't seem to have the refining method for that Buddhist treasure, the Six Paths Lotus Throne,

he has already initially 'unified with objects and self' without a teacher; he is someone with luck.

It seems that while we are taking advantage of him, he has also turned us into whetstones.

Now everyone tacitly uses mortals to wear each other down.

But in the future, we will always have to decide the winner.

We still need to be careful."

"Without knowing the method, forcibly blood-sacrificing the treasure to unite with it, nine times out of ten, the 'object' is the master and the 'person' is the servant.

With such a foundation, even if you build a nine-story pagoda, it is like building a tower on sand.

Perhaps one day he will turn into dry bones himself."

"The logic is correct, but Buddhism emphasizes sudden enlightenment.

Claiming 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.'

What if we encounter it?"

"Then we can only 'kill the Buddha if we meet the Buddha'," Mr. Yin said faintly.

Only then did his state of mind finally become completely peaceful.

"Junior sister, have you ever heard of Prince Feng?"

This question was completely out of the blue, making people really confused.

Tao Yaoyao's figure blurred, and she shook her head in astonishment,

"Never heard of him; is he a prince or noble from which country? Could he be Prince Zhen's brother?"

"Junior sister is clever; Prince Feng is indeed one of Prince Zhen's brothers.

He is currently acting for Heaven on an inspection tour in the West Yue Sea, but he has never made any progress."

"So?"

Feeling that there was more to her senior brother's words, Tao Yaoyao asked a follow-up question.

"Although he is not good at civil or military affairs, Prince Feng's cultivation is the number one expert among the younger generation of the Ming Song royal family.

That is why Emperor Hezheng chose him to leave the capital."

Mr. Yin did not answer his junior sister's question, but continued to talk to himself,

"And Prince Feng knows his strengths, and his obsession with cultivation is ten times higher than 'contesting for the crown.'

The only trouble is that although he is a prince of a great country in the East Continent and has a noble status,

if he wants to become a true disciple of an ancient sect..."

"Prince Feng wants to join our 'Dailuo Sect,' no, although our sect is indeed a true ancient great sect,

but now it is in a down-and-out period where 'a plucked phoenix is not as good as a chicken.'

Ordinary disciples or even inner sect disciples are not worth the 'non-contention' of a prince of the Ming Song Kingdom.

What he wants is 'a lineage inheritance'!

Ah, so that's why when I mentioned Zhang Gui, who is top-notch in both bloodline inheritance and cultivation aptitude, last time,

you found so many reasons to belittle him.

It turns out you intended to 'predetermine' him!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 182 =====