Chapter Eight Negotiation

  "Brother!"

  "Mr. Xu!"

  "Idiot!"

  The three people standing beside Xuyi Fan responded differently to his words. Wang Wu also noticed the little beauty holding onto Xuyi Fan's hem at this time. He glared at her and began to persuade Xuyi Fan: "Brother, this isn't your business. I've taken note of your feelings, so let me handle it!"

  Xu Yifan, however, was like throwing everything away: "Wuya, if you go, we're all doomed. If I go, there's still a way out. Don't you trust me?"

  "Of course I believe you, brother... but..."

  Lao Han looked at Xu Yifan quietly and finally bowed solemnly: "As long as Dasheng Qu is in one day, I will never forget Mr. Gao's righteousness."

  Still, this old shopkeeper understands himself... Xu Yifan sighed bitterly.

  Arriving in this era, although the time is short. But he still managed to make some sense of it. Without relying on others, he can't survive. Even if he has insight beyond his time, it's the same. And living a hard life as a laborer in this era, he doesn't want to either. Since crossing over is such a powerful thing, then coming to this era, maybe it's not just for being unknown... Letting these people understand him, perhaps that's the first pot of gold for his arrival in this era.

  As for the danger... can hiding here really make it pass? Heaven above, if I can get through this time safely, then it means that coming to this era, I must be able to do something. If I can't get through... anyway, coming to this era wasn't my choice, a man dies and the bird flies towards the sky, not dead for ten thousand years.

  I'm not lacking in courage, it's just that in the past, I wasn't given the opportunity.

  The wind is cool, but my heart is surprisingly warm.

  There were originally robes in the team that were prepared to be sold to the Lama Temple, and they suddenly appeared. It was Xiaomei who personally helped Xuyifan put them on, while Wangwu and Er Dezi pretended not to see.

  The little beauty's eyes were brimming with tears. Today, Xu Yifan saved her life on the roof of the car. She even slapped him!

  Girls have always valued heroes in their hearts. What they've been exposed to since childhood is these kinds of things. Xu Yifan's performance today was also very much like a heroic man. Not to mention being polite and gentle to her.

  While helping Xu Yifan change clothes, he was still muttering: "Fool, idiot... pig head!"

  Xu Yifan bitterly smiled: "Are my ears very big?"

  The little beauty bit her lip and let Xu Yifan stand up to help him fasten his belt. After putting on the lama robe, Xu Yifan found it fun to stretch out his legs and kick them around there. Suddenly, he felt a chill and warmth in his hand, the chill was from the little beauty's icy cold small hand suddenly grasping his hand, and the warmth was from something warm being placed in his hand.

  When I opened my palm and took a look, it turned out to be an amulet.

  "When you go out, my mother went to Fayuan Temple to pray for you, take it with you. The Bodhisattva of Fayuan Temple is very spiritual."

  Xu Yifan scratched his head: "Why are you so good to me?"

  The little beauty looked at him and lowered her head again, with a gentle gaze: "You saved me, saved my brother, saved everyone. And you still don't look down on women."

  Isn't he handsome? Xuyi Fan was about to strike a pose. Just then, Wang Wu coughed and the pretty girl's face turned red as she quickly ran away. Wang Wu looked at him, somewhat hesitant: "Brother, I've already shouted..."

  "Go ahead and shout."

  Two horse thieves carefully came over and helped Gepa Living Buddha onto the horse. They headed straight for the Horse Thief Troop.

  Just now, Wang Wu and Han Zhanggui have both spoken to Ma Zei. This living Buddha who is fluent in Chinese followed them to Suiyuan to preach the dharma. He was also the master of the fourth lady's baptism. What he said completely represented their meaning.

  In the eyes of the horse thieves, it's not unacceptable for a living Buddha to haggle over prices. As long as someone comes out and can represent Dashenggui, that's fine.

  Xu Yifan slowly rode his horse closer to the group of horse thieves. In the firelight, he saw face after face that was cruel and dirty looking at him. Everyone wore puffy leather jackets, carrying various types of guns on their backs. Many people also carried daggers and large knives. Some people didn't wear hats, with a messy head of hair and braids tangled together, unable to distinguish between beards and eyebrows.

  What astonished him most was that as he approached, several of the bandits dismounted and knelt down on the ground in reverence!

  It suddenly dawned on me that there must be many Mongolians among the bandits who roamed outside the city. I was mainly thinking about this short-haired man pretending to be a living Buddha, and it turned out that he was also taking advantage of this convenience.

  How dare the bandit leader lay hands on him? The people below were unhappy!

  Two horsemen led him slowly into the midst of a dozen or so masters, tall and short, fat and thin, all with faces like bandits. Some were gnawing on half-cooked animal legs, apparently hungry. The eyes of over a dozen people were fixed on Xu Yifan's face. Only one burly man sat with his back to Xu Yifan, gazing up at the stars in the sky. A thin, tall man stood beside him, hiding in the shadow of the torches, motionless and silent.

  "Master Buddha is well." More than a dozen masters actually bowed to Xu Yifan, who was dismounting his horse. Xu Yifan also pretended to be polite and returned the bow with his hands clasped together.

  Both sides fell silent and sized each other up. One of the bandit leaders couldn't bear it any longer: "Dà Shèng Kuí, how much are you willing to pay as a toll?"

  Xu Yifan smiled and opened his palm: "50,000."

  A dozen bandits jumped up, a thin-faced one cursed first: "You really don't want to give up your life or money! Over a thousand brothers, divided into 50,000 taels of silver. Each person gets only a few pieces of silver. We've been eating sand for nothing all these days?"

  "We've got two hundred brothers coming, we'll get fifty thousand! What a big deal, we all know!"

  "You're so shameless, I don't want to talk about it anymore!"

  The tall and large man who was facing away from Xu Yifan never turned around, but the thin and tall figure standing in the shadow raised his hand. The chaotic and noisy curses below suddenly stopped.

  Xu Yifan's heart sank, and he decided to take action! He had originally thought that this group of horse thieves was a disorganized mob, but it turned out they actually had a leader with a clear plan!

  Just now that little false fire that I relied on to not be afraid almost completely disappeared. My back suddenly felt cold sweat seeping out, icy cold.

  That tall and thin figure coldly said: "Several masters, please calm down. We have brought you all here with good intentions, and we will naturally make sure that the masters are satisfied..."

  Xu Yifan held his breath and watched him, as the tall figure slowly walked under the torch. In the flickering light of the flames, a pale and white long face appeared, with sparse whiskers. He looked somewhat like a young scholar who taught at a private school, not like a bandit leader. However, the sharp aura around his body was in no way diminished. His eyes opened and closed, truly shining brightly.

  A horse bandit muttered in a low voice: "You as the military advisor, what you said doesn't count. If Du, the head of the household, says something, we'll listen..."

  That tall, big man who never turned around suddenly let out a low hum, as if he had been struck by lightning. It shook Xu Yifan's ears and made them buzz. Damn it, even sonic wave weapons are available!

  "What Jiang Jun said is what I, Du Qilin, said. Who the hell doesn't obey? I, Du Qilin, when have I ever mistreated my own brothers?"

  Several discontented horse bandit leaders were pressed down, but that Jiang Jun Shi was sizing up Xu Yi Fan. Under this guy's gaze, Xu Yi Fan could only lower his eyebrows and eyes, pretending to be a virtuous high monk.

  What's gotten into you all of a sudden......

  "General Jiang suddenly smiled and said with a hint of elegance, 'This Buddha-like person, weren't you the one standing on the watchtower earlier, clenching your fists and shouting to fight?'"

  With a sudden shout, several bandit leaders had already pulled out their daggers and placed them against Xu Yifan's neck.

  "He's a fake living Buddha!"

  "What kind of Mongolian Living Buddha has such delicate skin?"

  "Chop him up and send his ears back to Wang Wu!"