Yinshan Record

Chapter 426 The Demonic Atmosphere of the East Sea is Aimed at Lord Su (Part 2)

After sighing, Madam Xie continued.

"Let's go somewhere else."

"Ok?"

"Now that this place has been exposed to the light of day, and moreover, the necessary business has been completed, there is no point in staying in Cizhou."

She then instructed, "Let's go back to Jiankang."

"Jiankang, aren't we going to the East China Sea anymore?"

“Yes, now that Luo Feng City has appeared, whether it is backed by Xuandu Palace or someone else, it means that someone has already noticed what we are doing. Going to the East Sea again is meaningless and will only expose the plans of the ancestors.”

Madam Xie gazed at the starry sky above, her eyes seemingly encompassing a vast landscape.

"Let's go to Jiankang and see how far they intend to take this game. Jiankang is also our next key location."

"The world is about to change."

Zhu Yan looked at the continuous Xuan Mountain range in the distance. Under the moonlight, the mountain shapes were hazy, like a sleeping beast.

“Indeed, the world is about to change. Let’s go, Prince of Wuling.”

While Madam Xie was preparing for the next move, Su Che's clone, disguised as Liu Yidao, strolled slowly through the streets and alleys of Cizhou.

Even amidst the impending war, this capital city of a state still retains a unique, down-to-earth charm.

Although it was late at night, there were still stalls selling mutton soup and braised meat noodles at the end of the street. One of the stalls selling wontons and egg pancakes was particularly delicious, which made Su Che stop for a moment.

He was still holding the bottle that Madam Xie had given to that "Master Yue".

Master Yue, what an interesting title.

The title "real person" doesn't have any special meaning in modern times.

The Daoist scriptures say: "In ancient times there were true men who could lift up heaven and earth, grasp yin and yang, breathe in the essence of qi, stand alone and guard their spirit, and be one with their body and spirit. Therefore, they could live as long as heaven and earth and have no end. This is the Dao."

To put it another way, only those with great supernatural powers who live as long as heaven and earth can be called True Persons.

However, in the present-day Central Plains, anyone with self-cultivation could be called a True Person. Even the witch doctor or shaman from the next village who burns incense and prays for immortality might be respectfully addressed as a True Person.

Su Che couldn't determine whether Elder Yue was a true immortal based on a title given by Madam Xie, but that didn't mean he had no other options.

"Boss, how much is a bowl of wontons?"

Su Che put the bottle in his sleeve and sat down at the roadside stall. The owner, an elderly man, was warming himself by the fire with his sleeves tucked in.

"Five coins for a bowl, fifteen wontons in a bowl. We also have braised chicken, would you like some, sir?"

"Is this authentic chicken soup wonton?"

"Are you from out of town, sir? Cizhou is most famous for its chicken soup wontons. A whole old hen is stewed to make a delicious broth, which is then paired with tender and juicy wontons. A full bowl of this will keep you warm and full."

The shopkeeper stood up and looked at Su Che: "How much would you like, sir?"

"Two bowls of wontons, please. Cook one bowl first, and then a braised chicken. How much is your egg pancake?"

"A plate costs three coins, and the ingredients are all cut into thin strips and served with the soup."

"Okay, I'll have some hot soup or water in this cold weather. Give me a plate."

Su Che sniffed the aroma of chicken soup in the air. Although it wasn't extremely delicious, it was still a reasonably tasty dish. However, there weren't many customers around the stall.

Not only this stall, but also the neighboring stalls, all had their owners sitting with their hands folded, looking like they were struggling to make ends meet.

"With war and chaos, business is bad."

Seemingly sensing Su Che's thoughts, the shop owner remarked from the side, "Even officials can be muddle-headed."

"Ok?"

These words piqued Su Che's curiosity, and he looked up at his boss.

Now, it's Young Master Su who's in charge of Cizhou City, and this old man still dares to say he's confused.

"The silly boy sleeps on a cold kang, relying entirely on his strong temper."

The shopkeeper muttered, "In these chaotic years of war, the economy is already bad, and people are afraid to spend money. Yet he still insists on giving away porridge at the city gate. This makes business even worse."

"Not only did he ruin his business, what good could he possibly do?" the boss muttered. "He buys firewood and meat from his side. Things are already expensive in the market, and who knows how much he's inflated them." Su Che couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

This is to be expected; it's rare to find a way to have it all, and there's never anything that can make everyone happy.

What's done is done. Let the old man complain a bit; after all, it's affecting his business.

As the old man muttered to himself, a bowl of wontons was quickly cooked and he gently placed it in front of Su Che.

"Young master doesn't look like a local."

"Yes, they came from outside."

"What kind of business do you run?" the old man asked casually, but Su Che could see the panic flash in his eyes.

"Raw herbs, isn't this tantamount to starting a war?"

Su Che picked up the wonton and took a small sip. It tasted good; he hadn't tasted this kind of authentic street food for a while.

At this moment, in the Su residence, the little fox had already told Su Che and her past three times, each time revealing many new details, which the Yin Yang Dharma King found very enjoyable.

"I see."

Su Che felt he couldn't let the little fox continue like this.

After all, the more he talked, the more unreliable it became. If he continued to ramble on, it would only provide the old master Yin Yang Dharma King with something to laugh at in the future, and there would be no other meaning.

"In that case, I have indeed wronged you a great deal."

"It's not just excessive, it's downright inhuman." The Yin-Yang Dharma King said with great emotion, "This boy is really going too far. How about this, I know a young master who is not even a year old. He is a very upright and affectionate person. If the young lady has any other relatives, why not entrust them to him..."

This is even more absurd; you've even brought a one-year-old boy.

Su Che looked at the little fox and said, "I wonder how long Miss Mo plans to stay in Cizhou this time? I'll have the servants prepare a room for you..."

"What Miss Mo? Her name is Kongzhu."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King said rather disloyally, "That's too formal of you, isn't it, Miss Mo?"

"Who is this senior gentleman?"

The little fox looked at the old man in front of it.

At first, she didn't take the old man seriously, thinking he was just a clerk or hanger-on that Su Che had found from somewhere.

The more I look at him now, the more I can sense that he is no ordinary person.

It vaguely resembled a ghost, yet its movements and actions were no different from those of an ordinary person. Its cultivation appeared mediocre, but the divine light between its brows exuded an unfathomable aura.

Who exactly is this person?
"I have no name in this world, but my friends have kindly called me the Yin-Yang Dharma King."

"It's actually a senior!"

The little fox looked at the Yin-Yang Dharma King in great surprise: "Senior, you actually... Senior, who were you at the meeting?"

"Don't panic. Su Che and I are no longer involved in your meetings. The things that happen inside are more complicated than you think."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King did not explain himself clearly.

"It's getting late, let's go out and get something to eat."

Su Che looked at the little fox and the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

"Just let the kitchen prepare it, it's not like we're some small, insignificant household."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King asked curiously.

We are all spiritual practitioners, and food is something that is dispensable; at most, it is just a taste.

But going out at night to look for something doesn't seem like Su Che's style.

"I have something I need your help with, senior."

"Now that I'm here, I'm not planning on leaving."

They were talking perfectly fine, but then the little fox blurted out a sentence out of nowhere, almost causing Young Master Su to stumble.

Not leaving?
Does that mean I won't be able to play chess anymore?
(End of this chapter)