Chapter 82: Buddhist Masters

After leaving the canyon, there was a river several tens of meters wide. Seeing that it was getting late, the team stopped.

Splash!

Cangjun Wolf leaped directly into the river. Its injuries had already healed, so it wanted to quickly wash away the blood on its body.

Qinjun also walked out of the carriage, his body dirty, especially with scabs of blood, making him uncomfortable. Before leaving, he deliberately waved to Daji and said, "Come on, let's go take a bath together and even help each other scrub our backs. Why not?"

"Disgusting! Shameless!"

Qin Yu muttered under his breath not far away, and the others also looked at Qinjun and Daji with strange looks, especially Daji's extraordinary beauty and fiery figure. They were definitely doing something, but they didn't dare to look too much, afraid of angering Daji, who could easily flick Cangjun Wolf away with just one finger.

Daji smiled charmingly and then walked gracefully towards Qinjun, making the guards envious and jealous.

Qinjun was instantly excited. Had he finally conquered Daji, and in the river no less? How embarrassing!

He restrained his excitement and took Daji's hand, leading her upstream. The river curved about fifty meters ahead, providing cover with the trees.

"Youth is truly wonderful," Jia Xun sighed. He wasn't worried about Qinjun encountering any mishaps, as having Daji with them increased their safety.

Qin Yun couldn't help but envy and admire, "Third Brother is really lucky to have such a woman by his side. I would rather not have wealth and glory."

Fortunately, this kid didn't have the possibility of ascending the throne, otherwise, the Qianyue Kingdom would be the next Shang Dynasty.

Not long after, there came the sound of Qinjun's screams and the splash of water from around the corner of the river, making Qin Yun and the others even more uneasy.

Damn, they were really seeking thrills.

On the other side, Qinjun, drenched in the river like a drowned rat, complained to Daji, who was laughing on the riverbank, "You are betraying my love for you!"

To this, Daji rolled her eyes and said impatiently, "We only have a master-servant relationship, not a husband and wife."

In this world, there was no concept of divorce. Once married, they had to be together for a lifetime. Even if they wanted to separate, it could only be initiated by the man, just like in ancient China. Therefore, betraying love was a heinous act.

Of course, as a member of the demon race, Daji's thoughts might be more open.

"Aren't fox spirits fond of absorbing men's yang energy? Why don't you come? I'm at your service!" Qinjun questioned with suspicion, as if Daji were a fake fox spirit.

"Absorbing yang to nourish yin is not a skill of our fox spirits. It comes from your human race. Besides, I am a nine-tailed celestial fox. How could I use such despicable means!" Daji pretended to be angry.

Really?

Qinjun was full of doubt. Thinking carefully, the Daji in Fengshen Yanyi wasn't that promiscuous, and in this life, Daji wasn't controlled by a higher power and reduced to a tool, so she couldn't be measured by the Daji in Fengshen Yanyi.

In fact, King Zhou was also very wronged, but unfortunately, history was written by the victors, and with the popularity of Fengshen Yanyi, he became a despotic ruler.

Fortunately, he wasn't the most resentful one. The later Sui Dynasty Emperor Yang Guang was even more pitiful.

After that, Qinjun stopped teasing Daji and began to bathe on his own. Daji also jumped into the river, still wearing clothes. Even so, the wet clothes quickly dried at a visible speed, as if she had never been in the river.

"Can you teach me?" Qinjun approached and asked. With this skill, bathing would be much more convenient in the future, and there would be no need to dry clothes.

"It's just the use of demon power. Your human race's spiritual power can also do this." Daji smiled and then explained the technique to Qinjun.

It was essentially to stimulate spiritual power from various pores in the body, evaporating the moisture on the body's surface. However, this process required a large amount of spiritual power, especially to generate heat, which was extremely difficult for low-level cultivators.

But Qinjun was not a low-level cultivator.

After steaming his clothes dry, Qinjun transformed back into a handsome young man and led the ethereal Daji back to the team. Jia Xun and the others couldn't help but be impressed. It had to be said that Qinjun and Daji looked really good together.

Of course, there was one person who didn't think so, and that was Qin Yu.

"Hmph! I will kill you sooner or later and take your woman!" Qin Yu cursed in his heart, but he had long been on Qinjun's hit list and wouldn't last long.

As the night fell, when the guards lit a bonfire, darkness enveloped the surroundings, and the river shimmered, with occasional fish leaping out of the water.

That night, there were no mishaps. With Cangjun Wolf, a Golden Core realm demon, most demons didn't dare to approach. There weren't many demons in the Qianyue Kingdom that had condensed demon cores, and most of them were hidden in the deep mountains.

The night passed without incident, and the next morning, the team continued on their journey.

According to Jia Xun's estimate, it would probably take half a month to reach the Southern Zhuo Empire, and the selection for the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Competition would last for a month, so Qinjun wasn't in a hurry.

As they approached noon, the team emerged from the forest onto the wilderness.

"There's something ahead!"

The captain of the guards at the front suddenly shouted, causing the team to stop. Qin Yu and Qin Yun quickly walked out of the carriage and looked ahead.

In the midst of the sandstorm, a figure was walking towards them.

"Continue forward. It's just one person. What's there to be afraid of!"

Jia Xun was not pleased and snorted coldly, "They represent the royal family. It's embarrassing to encounter someone like this. If this gets out, we'll be laughed at."

The captain of the imperial guards felt ashamed and hurriedly ordered the troops to continue moving forward.

Cang Jun Lang, who was following the last carriage, squinted his eyes, and the Hellhound on the carriage's footboard also opened its eyes, both staring at the figure approaching in the distance.

"He's here!"

Qin Yu exclaimed excitedly, causing the Blood Blade King beside him to furrow his brow and ask, "Your Highness, did you send him?"

"Yeah."

Qin Yu nodded slightly, then jumped off the footboard and advanced side by side with the Blood Blade King.

"He is a Buddhist monk with formidable cultivation. Show him respect later," Qin Yu instructed the Blood Blade King.

"Buddhism?" The Blood Blade King's expression was somewhat unnatural. Although there were monks in the Kingdom of Qianyue, they were incomparable to true Buddhism.

The power of Buddhism was immense, and even he was not clear about it. In every kingdom he visited, including the imperial dynasty, there were traces of Buddhist disciples, all of whom held high status.

"The fact that His Highness is inviting a Buddhist master means he is probably going to take a gamble," the Blood Blade King thought to himself. The Kingdom of Qianyue was extremely biased against Buddhism, and no Buddhist monk was valued by the court, a prejudice passed down from the founding emperor.