Chapter 65: Mount Xumi (XII)
Time goes back half a day.
Lu Wu was suffering from crazy criticism from Longnu, Tushan Qiluo and Baihua. Few people could be as unreasonable and confident as them, so Lu Wu had almost no power to resist.
Tushan Qiluo: "I haven't seen you for thirty years. I asked you to open the door for me, but you want to fight me? Master, you are becoming more and more inhumane."
Baihua: "Aren't you in charge of the archives room now? What does the boundary gate have to do with you? You are exceeding your authority. Do you think I will complain to you when I return?"
Dragon Girl: "Rude and reckless man!"
Wait, it seems like one of them just said something bad about him to vent his anger.
Lu Wu: Ying.
Lu Wu is not popular among women, and even few women are willing to talk to him, so he has no experience at all on the question of "how to deal with an angry woman".
So at this moment, Lu Wu could only shrink his head like a quail caught in the rain and silently endure the torrential accusations.
Fortunately, the three women did not forget their purpose in anger: to save Lu Ren. After only 15 minutes of scolding, they stopped venting their anger in time, changed the topic, and discussed what to do next.
"First of all, we cannot reveal our identities." Baihua analyzed the current situation, "We are all from the Jiesi. If the Shanjian City Jiesi finds out about our whereabouts, it can be seen as a signal of war."
The dragon girl nodded: "In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we must first get a reasonable identity."
The other two nodded in agreement.
Although they were discussing countermeasures, they did not plan to call Lu Wu. So Lu Wu was horrified to find that the three people who were originally vying to point at his nose and curse him suddenly formed a small circle and began to whisper , and intentionally or unintentionally excluded him who came here with them.
Lu Wu swallowed his saliva, his heart beating hard: "This posture shouldn't be to kill me, right?"
The three were still discussing.
After clarifying what to do in the first step, you should think clearly about how to do it. So a new question was placed before the three people: How can we get a reasonable identity?
Tushan Qiluo looked around.
The place they landed on was a wasteland, surrounded by red soil and hills, with no plants or animals. It was a completely barren land. Tushan Qiluo, who had some knowledge of Mount Xumi, said: "Our current location is too remote, and we cannot be sure which realm of Mount Xumi this is. If it is the realm of the voice-hearers and the pratyekabuddhas, it is not difficult to get a fake identity because there are so many people in these two places. If it is the realm of the bodhisattvas or the realm of the Buddhas, it may not be so easy."
Tushan Qiluo pondered for a while and said, "However, perhaps we can go to the town gate. There must be caravans coming in and out there. The caravan members are usually not fixed. With a little coercion and inducement, we can definitely blend in."
The dragon girl was a little worried: "But we don't look scary enough, so we may not be able to intimidate the caravan."
Baihua said, "Don't worry, don't we have a ready-made scary-looking tool?"
So, Lu Wu, who was worried about whether he would be assassinated, turned around and saw that the three people who were just discussing in a low voice suddenly turned their heads and looked at him with a grin, then turned their heads and continued to discuss in a low voice.
Lu Wu: “…” Oh no, it seems like even the method of destroying the body has been discussed.
Of course, the group did not end up committing the illegal crime of robbing a caravan.
Because they met a dance troupe not far from the town that was recruiting dancers and musicians. Based on the principle of trying their luck, the four people prepared to sign up, but when they arrived at the dance troupe, they found that the interview place was deserted.
The dance troupe was stationed in a camp outside the city. Because it was a wandering dance troupe, it had no fixed location, so the camp was actually a group of tents connected together. It was called a dance troupe, but the people walking between the tents all had hideous scars and fancy tattoos, and most of them were middle-aged men with dark skin, messy hair, and waxy teeth.
The reason why no one signed up has been found.
But Tushan Qiluo, Longnv, Baihua and Luwu were not good people. They were fearless and walked into the camp with the purpose of robbing the thieves. Before they entered the interview tent, they heard an angry female voice coming from behind a tent: "You don't restrain your desperado aura at all, how can this song and dance troupe recruit girls?"
Another male voice replied, "We are all doing fine. We have changed from taking a bath once a month to once every two weeks. Isn't that refined enough?"
The female voice seemed even angrier: "Naga holds a banquet every seven days. If there are no beauties, how can we sneak in?" She became angrier and angrier, and even her speech speed increased. "Naga is one of the eight divisions of the Realm Division of Shanjian City. Now he is sent to suppress the Pratyekabuddha Realm. If we don't get rid of him as soon as possible, it will do us a lot of harm and no benefit."
Tushan Qiluo and the others were still walking forward in the camp. As they moved, they slowly bypassed the tents and saw a man and a woman talking. The man was a one-eyed man with a beard, and the woman was a beautiful girl with bronze skin. Although the one-eyed man was a head taller than the girl, he lowered his head and bent his waist when he spoke, looking respectful.
It seems that this girl is the most powerful person in this "singing and dancing troupe".
The girl, namely Maitreya, was too lazy to continue talking to the one-eyed man. She felt that if she continued chatting, she might be pissed off to death by this idiot under her, so she put her hands on her hips and began to take deep breaths. She raised her head to look at the scenery in the distance to ease her mood, but the moment she raised her eyes, she happened to see the four people who came to apply for the job.
The three faces of Tushan Qiluo, Longnu and Baihua are simply Maitreya's life-saving straw.
Maitreya didn't even conduct an interview, she recruited three ladies into the troupe on the spot, and then happily pulled them into the tent to rehearse the show.
The one-eyed dragon who was left alone in the place to eat the wind saw that Maitreya had left, so he restrained his submissive look, as if he suddenly became tough, and said angrily: "She is so arrogant all day long. If she is not the adopted daughter of Lord Po Xun, who would care about her." He looked at the direction where Maitreya left and spat fiercely, "Don't fall into my hands, otherwise sooner or later she will be worse than death."
Maitreya didn't know, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care about the little thoughts of her subordinates. At this moment, her mind and eyes were full of her newly recruited dancers and musicians.
You know, except for Maitreya, the other dancers in the troupe were all men who looked not so big and strong and were selected from the small group of rebels led by her.
Despite this, they still look burly and strong in their dance costumes, which is very eye-catching.
When the group of men first appeared in front of Maitreya in this outfit, Maitreya felt that she had suffered the greatest harm in her life. You know, she is a woman who can fight with Emperor Shitian without changing her expression.
Miroku put his hands on his hips and asked her men, "Is this the solution you came up with?"
One of the men rubbed his hands and reported in a flattering tone, "Yes, boss. These are the most iconic ones picked from the squad. We will definitely attract the attention of the Naga, and then kill him in one fell swoop when he is off guard."
Maitreya didn’t know whether Naga would be possessed by sperm, but at that moment she was definitely furious.
She even laughed out of anger, crossed her arms and showed a kind expression to her subordinates, saying: "Really? Then go ahead."
Miroku watched from a distance as her men walked confidently through the streets, and then were stopped at the entrance of the ball. They were so suspicious that they were almost arrested. The men finally got rid of the interrogation, struggled to run back to Miroku, and said breathlessly: "Boss, no, the Naga people are too smart."
Maitreya didn't know whether the Naga people were smart or not, she only knew that her people were really stupid. And she was even more stupid to try to use such people to overthrow the rule of the entire Shanjian City.
But Maitreya never thought about whether what she did was right or not. She couldn't think because she was afraid that if she thought about it, she would stop where she was and her life would become meaningless. She was like a hamster running in a hamster wheel. She could only keep her head down and move forward, even though she didn't know if the so-called front was the front. Maitreya's adoptive father, Poxun, said that the meaning of her birth was to overthrow the rule of Sakyamuni. She didn't need to have her own will and ideals, she just needed to work towards this goal.
For this reason, when other children would still cry in their parents' arms because of falling, Maitreya would already start brandishing swords. When other children were studying, she would already be bargaining with all kinds of hooligans in the dirtiest slums of the world of voice-hearers.
At this moment, Maitreya, who had successfully sneaked into the Naga dance party, took a deep breath and introduced her newly formed dance troupe to everyone: it was said that it was three sisters who had performed in the Bodhisattva world and their royal musicians.
This is of course an identity made up by Tushan Qiluo.
"This time, I can finally complete the plan smoothly." Miroku thought happily. Next, she only needed to assassinate Naga while everyone's attention was focused on the song and dance performance.
While Maitreya was quietly observing the situation on the field in order to formulate the best assassination plan, she saw Lu Ren and Emperor Shitian at the table.
At that moment, Maitreya realized that the actual situation deviated greatly from the plan .
"It's terrible. How could they be here?" Miroku frowned, and then she thought unhappily, "Has the news that I'm looking for the Vajra leaked out?"
For a moment, all kinds of thoughts were running through Maitreya's mind. However, before she could formulate a new battle plan for this unexpected situation, Lu Wu, who had already entered the stage, bowed to everyone and prepared to start the performance.
Everyone only saw the musician spread his hands, and a string instrument that they had never seen before appeared out of thin air in his hands. He took a stance, drew his bow and pulled, and a sad and graceful melody that they had never heard before flowed from his fingertips, lingering in this small reception room.
Behind the musicians, three beautiful dancers began their performances. They moved their legs and body widely, showing off their passionate dance moves.
Everyone present was fascinated.
Only Lu Ren, watching the three ladies on the stage displaying their newly installed limbs, recognized through their twisted movements that it was the famous National Eighth Radio Gymnastics Set. The "Erquan Yingyue" playing in his ears also reminded Lu Ren that he had not made a mistake, these people were his group of weird colleagues.
