Chapter 69: Mount Xumi (XVI)
The Bodhisattva world has several races, but the Asuras are the most powerful. The women of the Asuras are as beautiful as flowers, but the men look like evil spirits. However, the Asuras are brave and good at fighting, and even Shanjian City has to take them seriously.
Shakya had come to the Bodhisattva Realm many times, hoping to subdue the Asura King and bring the powerful Asura tribe under his command. However, the Asura tribe had a feud with Indra, who had slaughtered 100,000 Asuras in the past. The Asura King promised that if he wanted him to enter Shanjian City, he could do so in exchange for Indra's head.
Shakya came several times, but all ended in unpleasantness.
At this moment, most of the Poshas gathered in the square happened to be Asuras. Their ferocious faces were now filled with happy smiles, and they were crowded together. If you were not careful, the Asuras who were participating in the festival would be dispersed.
And it just so happened that no one in Lu Ren's group paid the slightest attention.
In a blink of an eye, the original team of seven was dispersed by the crowd. When Miroku came to her senses, the only one left was the Naga who clung to her.
The Asuras were still crowding around each other, holding flowers that did not match their rough appearance at all, and waving them around without any scruples. Maitreya was almost stabbed in the eyes by the flowers in the hands of the Asuras next to her several times. She doubted that one of her eyes would be scrapped in this parade, not on the battlefield.
As Maitreya dodged left and right, his patience gradually ran out.
In fact, if the rebels' base camp was not in Wendalao City, Maitreya might have blown a big hole in the ground of the square on the spot, knocking all these thick-skinned Asuras to the ground, and forcibly ending this farce. However, in order not to cause unnecessary riots, Maitreya gritted his teeth and endured it, and slowly moved away from the marching crowd.
"Aren't we going to go look for your friends?" Naga asked curiously when he saw that Maitreya was just walking outside but had no intention of looking for his lost companions.
"As long as we are in Wendala City, we won't get lost." Maitreya is absolutely confident about this.
Wendola City is the territory of the rebels. Maitreya has spent a large part of his life in this city. The streets and alleys here are like Maitreya's back garden. It is effortless to find someone. It just depends on whether she wants to or not.
Now, the only missing people were the singer and hostage Lu Ren she brought with her. As long as they were alive, it would be fine to let them wander around in Wenduoluo City like headless flies for a few days. What's more, Miroku's side was not a safe place at all. At the same time, Miroku was not interested in being a nanny or a travel guide. As the second in command of the rebels, she had other things to do.
Miroku was lost in thought about the rebels' next phase of plan, and when he came to his senses, he found a shadow above his head. Miroku looked up and saw the Naga who used his body to help her separate from the group of crazy Asuras.
Naga was very close to her, and his chest was even touching Miroku's arm. Miroku did not reject Naga's kindness. She turned her head, looked at the singing and dancing crowd, and whispered "thank you".
There was a muffled vibration on my arm. It was the Naga laughing: "So you can be frank sometimes."
Miroku glared at him, then ignored him and continued to struggle towards the outside of the crowd.
After finally leaving the temple square where the Asuras gathered, Maitreya found the rebel camp with ease. It was called a camp, but in fact it was just an ordinary three-story house, made of stone, square, with a simple rooftop.
It was still broad daylight, and you could see several untidy, unkempt-looking slaves sitting on the rooftop fence drinking. When they got too drunk, they would throw the bottles in their hands downstairs.
After the wine bottle fell down the stairs, it exploded with a "bang", and the slaves on the rooftop laughed evilly and joyfully with their mouths full of yellow teeth.
Maitreya kicked open the door of the house as if he was used to it. Then, in front of the astonished eyes of the slaves inside the door, he said sternly: "Let the people upstairs get down. Are you afraid that the people in Shanjian City won't be able to find this place?"
This small house was filled with all kinds of vicious slaves. There was no furniture, only a few broken tables covered with chips and cards. The whole house was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol and sweat.
When they first saw someone breaking in, the faces of the slaves inside were all unfriendly. But when they saw clearly that the person coming was Maitreya, they dared not say anything more and had to honestly send someone to pass on the message.
Maitreya walked to a wooden table, swept everything on the table to the ground, then jumped onto the table and sat down in an ungraceful manner.
Without any greetings, she expressed her doubts: "Where did this so-called little living Buddha come from?"
This group of desperate criminals seemed to be very afraid of Maitreya. When they heard the question, they were quiet for a while. No one wanted to be the one to answer the question. They shirked the responsibility and refused to speak. Finally, a slave who was at the bottom was kicked out by the people behind him and asked to deal with Maitreya.
The Tinu who was pushed out rubbed his sore butt and answered obediently: "The little Living Buddha appeared two days ago, facing the west of the heavens, hanging in the air. He was accompanied by two guardians, one who can call the wind and the other who can call the rain. He also saved the daughter of King Asura outside the city of Wendala and is now the VIP of King Asura. Moreover, they have helped several families one after another. In just a few days, they have accumulated a large number of believers. There are even fanatical believers who are willing to donate money to repair the temple and worship day and night."
Naga narrowed his eyes in interest after hearing this: "Oh? Calling the wind and rain?"
Looking at the entire Xumi Mountain, only the Eight Tribes of Shanjian City can call the wind and rain. Now two more have appeared from nowhere, no wonder their leader was named a Little Living Buddha.
Naga's sudden voice stunned Maitreya's men. They couldn't tell Naga's identity and hesitated whether they should respond. They could only look at Maitreya for advice.
Maitreya automatically blocked these inquiring looks. She had no obligation to explain the identity of Naga to these people.
But at this time, the reason why the pushed out Tinu had the lowest status was revealed. He had no emotional intelligence at all and asked Maitreya curiously: "Boss, who is this?"
Miroku glared at the questioner. She didn't want to spread the news that she had captured Naga alive, especially not to let her adoptive father, Po Xun, know, so she couldn't tell the truth.
Maitreya wanted to escape from the huge hamster wheel of fate. At the moment, the Naga that she had cursed would become a good trump card, and she didn't want to show her trump card until she got the last card.
But if I still choose to conceal it at this moment, this matter will still reach the ears of Po Xun.
So Maitreya planned to give Naga an identity that he made up. In order to cover up her awkwardness, she reached out and picked up the water cup on the table, and while pouring water, she said casually: "He is my new..." servant.
Then Naga said those two words before Maitreya: "Male concubine, I am her new male concubine."
As soon as this sentence came out, the room, which was originally filled with coughing, farting, whispering, etc., suddenly became quieter than a mourning hall. The minions who heard this explosive news looked at Maitreya at the same time.
Maitreya's reaction seemed very calm. She just paused for a moment when she heard the word "male favorite", and then quickly returned to normal. Even her hand did not shake when she was pouring water.
Maitreya chose to default.
"This news is true!" This realization made the minions start to try to please Naga.
After Maitreya cursed Naga inwardly, he began to wonder what the so-called "little living Buddha" was: a third party force that appeared in such a tense situation, it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us. Moreover, in just two days, a large number of believers were captured, and among these believers, there was even the Asura King.
The Asura King who couldn't even deal with Shakyamuni and Mara.
Sakya's power is concentrated in the Buddhist city of Shanjian, while the power of the rebels mainly comes from the world of Śrāvakas and the world of Pratyekabuddhas. Over the years, these two forces have gradually formed a delicate balance.
A large part of this balance is also due to the fact that the Bodhisattva world disdains to participate in normal struggles. The Vasas, including the Asura clan, have always remained neutral and have no great interest in fighting for power and profit.
But if this "little living Buddha" can recruit the Asuras and even all the Posas for his own use, then a third force will emerge on the land of Mount Xumi that can compete with "Shanjian City" and "Rebels".
"Little Living Buddha?" Maitreya murmured the name.
The leader of this force should possess power that cannot be underestimated.
While Maitreya was trying hard to figure out how to win over or eliminate this emerging force, Lu Ren was currently accepting worship in the palace of King Asura as the leader of the emerging force, the "Little Living Buddha".
Everything started with the sacrificial procession in the temple square. When Qilin cub Lu Yang saw Lu Ren in the sedan chair, he immediately jumped into Lu Ren's arms, crying and shouting, "Ah Ren! I finally found you."
Unfortunately, Maitreya and Naga, who had squeezed out of the crowd, missed this spectacular scene.
Lu Yang's tears and snot were all over Lu Ren's body. He cried so sadly that people began to doubt how such a young body could gather so much energy.
The crying even drowned out the cheers of the Asuras, causing the originally enthusiastic Asuras to be silent for a moment. They looked at each other, and then burst into cheers that were even more enthusiastic than before.
They cheered and excitedly lifted Lu Ren up, and worked together to throw Lu Ren into the sky, and then caught Lu Ren when he fell and threw him up again.
"He is the one chosen by Buddha!"
"Savior! This must be the savior!"
"No! It's the high priest, the spokesperson for the True Buddha here!"
In short, people spread their own stories and even carried Lu Ren into the castle of King Asura without any explanation. They clamored to show the king the agent chosen by the little living Buddha.
By the time Lu Ren came to his senses, he had already been dressed up and decorated with flowers and placed on the altar of King Ashura.
Lu Ren: This is the first time I’ve seen such a scene.
