I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

In short, it is to suppress the momentum of the city.

Seven days later, the second batch of catapults arrived and bombarded the city wall again.

During the period, he also rushed through the city several times.

The best result was that dozens of sergeants stood on the top of the city, but unfortunately they were all wiped out by the defenders in the end.

"Your Majesty, there is not much food left." The general came to report.

"How long can it last?" Wang Fugui frowned and asked.

"At most half a month!" said the general.

They didn't bring much food, and they relied on conquest of local military food along the way.

But the Bhikkhu Kingdom was fully prepared, and all the surrounding villages and towns were evacuated, leaving no grain of food for the Western Expeditionary Army.

So the reserve army food has been eaten for more than a month, and it is finally running out.

"If you persist for three more days, you will retreat!" Wang Fugui said in a deep voice.

Over the next three days, the density of the siege gradually increased.

By the morning of the third day, Wang Fugui had lost more than 2000 people.

The defenders in the city were also miserable.

They were few in number, so they would have to work day and night to guard against attacks from Wang Fugui's side.

The high-intensity war has been fought for almost a month, and Iron Man is almost exhausted.

On the afternoon of the third day, Wang Fugui was ready to withdraw his troops.

The envoys of the Bhikkhu Kingdom have finally arrived!

Finally, they couldn't take it anymore.

The envoys of the bhikkhu kingdom came to seek peace.

He expressed his willingness to cede the border city that is now occupied by Wang Fugui, and to pay tribute as a minister and pay a certain amount of tribute every year.

"My personal conquest this time is only for the usual trade routes, not for your country."

"How about it. If you agree to sign a trade agreement, I am willing to return your territory."

Wang Fugui said generously.

In fact, the bhikkhu country has solid walls and clear fields, and the dozen or so border towns they got actually have nothing to gain.

Even being self-sufficient is difficult.

"Thank you Your Majesty for your kindness, I will immediately discuss this matter with the King."

The envoy left with the trade agreement.

This business agreement was prepared a long time ago, and most of the content is beneficial to Wang Fugui.

Whether it is taxation, commodity trading, facility construction on the road, store maintenance, etc., it is all based on Wang Fugui's interests.

It is an unequal trade treaty.

"Are they really willing to return the invaded territory?" The Monarch Monarch was a little unbelievable when he received the reward from the envoy.

Isn't war just for land?

He is not interested in reading any trade agreement.

Fighting wars for the sake of doing business is completely impossible for a landlord class like him.

"That's what the Lord Destroyer of France said, but they want to lease the border town." The envoy said.

The so-called leased border towns are actually occupied for free.

The rent of one gold coin per year is leased to the border town as a commercial transfer point.

The border town is at the junction of Bhikkhu and Shituoling.

In fact, it belongs to the range of the empty mountain.

There is a small city there, which belongs to the bhikkhu country, but the management of the city by the bhikkhu country is almost negligible, and it only collects some taxes every year.

Now that Wang Fugui wants to take it away, the Bhikkhu King has no psychological burden.

"Then agree! I want to see if they really retreat." King Bhikkhu nodded, not looking at the business agreement at all.

He just wants his land back.

Now the second batch of reinforcements from Tianzhu is coming soon.

Even if Wang Fugui does not leave, he is confident that he will take back the lost land, and the peace talks are just a delay.

The envoy returned to Wang Fugui's camp with his credentials.

The trade agreement was agreed by Bhikkhu Guoyun.

This is easy to say.

Wang Fugui immediately sent a team of business envoys to the Bhikkhu capital to sign an agreement, and he himself packed up and left on the same day.

There is really no food to eat, and if you don't leave, you can only kill horses to survive!

Wang Fugui withdrew, and the trade agreement was signed.

The second batch of reinforcements from Tianzhu Kingdom also arrived, but they were destined to make a futile trip.

The bhikkhu king regained the lost land, and he was very happy. Any business agreement, just signed it.

Anyway, we have money!

When the mission left the Bhikkhu country, they also left 1 gold coins for the Bhikkhu country, and rented the border city for [-] years...

King Bhikkhu was quite happy looking at the [-] gold coins.

Although not much, but you can see some money back!

Wang Fugui returned in triumph, and the goal of the Western Expedition was successfully completed, and the rest was to manage the territory.

This is a long process that may end Wang Fugui's career.

(End of this chapter)

===Chapter 1403 Then you blew yourself up===

Chapter 1403 Then you blew yourself up

Coming out of Zhuanlun City, Monkey King has been wandering outside with Dapeng for half a year.

They have been to more than a dozen settlements.

Including the large ghost cultivator gathering place mentioned by Dapeng Niao, there are 50 ghost cultivators.

In addition to luck, Monkey King also got a lot of treasures to nourish the soul.

Ghost cultivators usually need some spiritual treasures to assist them in their practice.

Now mostly the Monkey King is cheaper.

What is the use of these things for Monkey King?

Naturally, it is to warm and nourish the soul for the six ears.

Liu Er didn't dare to make a sound after arriving in the Buddhist country, and he is still in a deep sleep until now.

On that day, Monkey King gave the token of the city god to Long Zhi, and Liu Er's soul was moved into the patrol talisman by him.

After these days of cultivation, Liu Er's remnant soul has recovered a lot, and it is possible to recover [-]% and [-]% with these treasures.

Before leaving the gathering place of ghost cultivators, Monkey King hired another ghost messenger there.

Along the way, he has already sealed three ghost posts.

It can be said that most of the ghost cultivators in the luck cage are under his leadership.

As for the benefits...

I didn't see it in the long run, but it was very rich in the short term.

In the past six months, Sun Wukong has obtained more than twenty purple lucks!

This is the most luck he has ever gotten in his life.

Sun Wukong even had an illusion that he could break through to the saint stage at once.

So he did it... and started doing it.

Before going to Hell City, Monkey King entered a state of retreat.

He and Dapeng didn't go back to Dark Night City, but found a hidden place nearby to retreat.

It is convenient to go to Hell City to find trouble after leaving the customs.

This time Monkey King was full of confidence.

As a result, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

After three months of retreat, his cultivation reached the peak of the Great Luo Realm.

But it was half a step away from the quasi-sacred realm of Hunyuan Daluo.

Twenty purple lucks were all exhausted, and only then did he obtain a cultivation level similar to that of Tian Mo.

"Hunyuan Daluo, it really is too difficult!"

"Brother! Your cultivation speed is already amazing!" Dapeng sighed.

In just a few years, Sun Wukong has gone directly from the Golden Fairyland to the peak of Daluo.

The roc has lived for tens of thousands of years, and I have never heard of anyone practicing so fast in this life.

Sun Wukong smiled wryly and didn't want to speak.

No one in the Great Luo Realm has as much luck as him.

It would be nice to have purple luck in Da Luojing.

And he, since he practiced so far, must have used nearly a hundred purple luck.

If these lucks are transformed into auras, they will definitely be able to pile up a quasi-sage.

Of course, when practicing with spiritual energy, you will encounter level barriers, and it is normal to be stuck for 800 years.

There are pros and cons to drinking and pecking.

All Sun Wukong can do now is to continue to look for luck, continue to insist on cultivation,

There is always a time when you can't beat Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian.

"Let's go. Let's go to Hell City!" Monkey King stood up, and immediately felt refreshed.

Dapeng patted its feathers and said, "Let's go! Damn!"

This guy just wants to fight.

When Sun Wukong was retreating the year before last, he came to Hell City once, but was beaten away by the quasi-sage boss.

This time I come back with Monkey King, in fact, I also want to find a place.

In terms of speed alone, Mipeng is absolutely invincible in the world.

But in terms of combat effectiveness, he was a little worse.

Monkey King is much stronger than him. With Monkey King's current methods, ordinary quasi-sages may not be his opponents.

It is only an hour from the retreat to the Underworld City.

This was the case when the roc was not advancing at full speed.

"Brother, the Hell City is ahead!"

Dapeng pointed to the front and said.

It was already noon at this time, and the golden sun and the red sun were overhead.

Although it was still dim, he could clearly see the situation in front of him.

It was indeed a city.

However, compared with the runner city, this Hell City is extremely crude.