Chapter 266: Buddha Save Your Dog Life
Meanwhile.
Northern Route.
The cargo convoy on the northern route had only a handful of Demon Cultivators escorting it.
The team leader was not an employee of the Heavenly Punishment Department.
Instead, it was Cheng Da Yong, Old Man Cheng.
The very same Old Ledger from the Punishment Department under Young Master Sang’s branch company.
At this moment, he was riding leisurely on his horse, casually strolling through the narrow and serene canyon, with the entire convoy trailing behind him.
Meanwhile, the folks from Floating Splendor Commerce were tight as a drum, ever alert for enemies that could jump out from any corner.
“Old Ledger Cheng, do we really have enough manpower for this route?”
“What are you panicking about?” Old Man Cheng appeared composed, looking as if he had everything figured out. “Although we don’t have any experts from the Crossing Tribulation Stage stationed here…”
“Isn’t there still me?”
“I’ve been following the department head for years, and I’ve learned a thing or two. A few old rats from the Holy Kingdom think they can snatch goods from me? Ha, they’ll have to ask for my permission first!”
Upon hearing this, the Floating Splendor Commerce crew finally relaxed.
Clearly, the Demon Cult had arranged such relaxed security on the northern route because they trusted the old man in front of them.
That meant this old man’s abilities weren’t as weak as he appeared but were instead well-concealed.
Old Man Cheng strutted along with confidence.
But inside his mind…
…
Crap!
What am I going to do, what am I going to do?!
Why am I the only one escorting on the northern route?! How can a nearly decrepit old man like me possibly fight against the ferocious Holy Kingdom people?
If they even flick a finger at me, it’d be like my kidney stones have finally met their match.
When Old Man Cheng heard Young Master Sang assign him this daunting task, his first reaction was to write his will.
Unfortunately, he had no children, and his only assets were squandered in the brothels every day. The will was basically just a way to fool himself with nothing of value to leave behind.
But…
If I could,
Waaah, I really don’t want to die…
Thus, the mentally crumbling Old Man Cheng could only force himself to maintain a calm facade while silently praying that Young Master Sang’s words were effective.
Before leaving, Young Master Sang had earnestly patted his shoulder and said:
“Don’t worry, Old Cheng. Once your cargo convoy enters the canyon, no matter who you encounter, just say you’re a monk about to leave the world.”
“Naturally, there will be noble people to save your dog life.”
Those heartfelt words from Young Master Sang still made Old Man Cheng tear up with emotion.
The boss is so dedicated!
He wouldn’t even let me expose my identity as a Demon Cult employee, even if I were to die.
If only I could avoid death altogether…
With the mindset of preparing for martyrdom, the convoy finally reached the narrowest and steepest part of the canyon.
On both sides were towering cliffs, leaving just enough space for the carts to pass slowly.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared ahead.
Leading them was a middle-aged man, cloaked in black, with his hair draping over his shoulders and a goatee that gave him a heavy, imposing presence.
The soldiers behind him were decked out in armor, exuding a chilling aura.
The moment Old Man Cheng saw the group, he nearly fainted.
…Crossing Tribulation Stage!
They were obviously big shots from the Crossing Tribulation Stage!
This is it! Am I done for?!
But in his quest to finish this task before dying, Old Man Cheng still forced himself to appear calm, riding up to the group and looking down from his horse:
“Who goes there? Dare to obstruct my Demon Cult escort convoy?”
“Oh, a Demon Cult escort convoy, huh.”
The black-robed man smiled slowly: “Looks like we found the right people.”
“Tell me, would you prefer to have a couple of your limbs detached before surrendering the goods?”
“Or would you like to be beaten into a paralysis before surrendering the goods?”
Huh?
Is there really no option to just surrender without a beating?
Old Man Cheng felt a bitter taste in his mouth, his last hope extinguished.
So he could only grit his teeth and say: “Hmph. Go against us in the Demon Cult? Do you have the strength for that?”
This line surprisingly made the black-robed man pause.
He looked left then right, confirming that the entire convoy didn’t even have a single cultivator at the Core Formation Stage, and then looked back at him in confusion.
“I don’t understand, where does your confidence come from?”
I don’t know either.
Old Man Cheng was a bundle of nerves, using all his strength to keep up his calm demeanor while his eyes darted around, not daring to meet the gaze of the black-robed man.
While his gaze was wandering, he suddenly noticed a suspended temple on the cliffside.
He recalled what Young Master Sang had told him and took a deep breath, clenching his teeth.
…Boss.
I’ll trust you one more time!
If you screw me over, I’ll haunt you as a ghost, cursing you never to rise to the occasion!
“Hmph, what confidence do I have?”
Old Man Cheng let out a cold smirk, his eyes suddenly shining with determination, and shouted like thunder:
“The Buddha is my confidence!”
The black-robed man: “?”
“Uh… the Demon Cult actually believes in Buddhism?”
“What do you know?”
Old Man Cheng scoffed disdainfully: “I’m a disciple of the Buddhist sect, and I have virtue protecting me. I’ve spent my whole life doing good and accumulating merit. My virtue is already complete.”
“Buddha is compassionate and surely won’t stand by while a perfectly meritorious disciple like me is harmed by you wicked people!”
“If you harbor ill intentions, beware that the Buddha will send down heavenly punishment to destroy your body and soul, causing you to fall into the infernal abyss forever!”
The above words were all that Old Man Cheng could muster in his lifetime.
He couldn’t squeeze out another syllable.
He secretly glanced at the black-robed man to see if his bluff had worked.
But when he saw the man looking at him as if he were an idiot, Old Man Cheng finally felt at ease.
Great.
The boss was indeed just pulling a fast one on me.
This tactic was absolutely useless.
I thought invoking the Buddha would actually save my dog life.
“I don’t know if I’ll fall into hell, but you can go down first to scout the way for me.”
With that, the black-robed man slowly raised his hand.
Old Man Cheng’s heart was already weeping, bidding farewell to this beautiful world for the last time.
However, at that moment.
Suddenly, a booming, laughter echoed from the air, sounding like a resounding bell.
“Hahaha, well said!”
“This benefactor, Old Monk observes that you have a connection with the Buddha. Why not join us at the Ksitigarbha Temple and together do good deeds and study the Dharma?”
The black-robed man instantly went on high alert, turning around and asking cautiously: “Who goes there?”
And at that moment, Old Man Cheng was tearfully gazing at the sky.
In his line of sight.
It seemed like the Buddha had descended to the world, radiating light, with the portly monk at the forefront, holding prayer beads and smiling warmly as he approached him.
In that instant, the warm light from the Buddha filled Old Man Cheng’s heart, making him well up with tears.
…Folks.
Invoking the Buddha really works!
