Volume 11: The First Law Chapter 4 A Good Head
The territory of the Xisha Plateau is not small, it can even be said to be extremely large.
Almost all the famous bandits came to this "team building" of the bandits.
Besides the fact that no one wants to miss such an opportunity, more importantly, if you don’t come to such an event, how can you survive in the bandit world in the future?
Just like the 18 princes' campaign against Dong Zhuo, not everyone wanted to go, but since it was an inevitable trend, they had to participate even for the sake of face.
There are many sand bandits, but not many of them have outstanding skills.
Fortunately, the reason why Chicken Soup Temple is so powerful is because of the Chicken Soup Saint Monk.
Moreover, the bandits are full of confidence in their own fighting ability.
They are no match for Dao Zong's disciples in a head-on battle, but this kind of ambush and interception situation is precisely the strength of the sand bandits.
They had set up many ambushes on the Xisha Plateau early on.
If one against one is not enough, then fight with more than one, or use all kinds of sinister tactics.
In the world of evil cultivators, there is no such thing as benevolence, righteousness, and morality. The most important thing is to stay alive, no matter what tricks are used.
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After Lu Qingshan entered the airspace of the Xisha Plateau, he looked around.
This place doesn't seem to be much different from when he first came here more than ten years ago.
He followed his sight westward until all he could see was the horizon.
The leader of this "Sand Bandit Group Building", King Huangsha, is said to be roaming around in the westernmost area of the Xisha Plateau.
There was no other way. The Chicken Soup Temple was on the east side, and King Huangshalong wanted to escape faster, so this was the only way.
King Huangshalong kept saying that he would make Longxiang pay for his blood debt with blood, and that he would destroy Jitang Temple to avenge the bandits and his own son who had died at the hands of Monk Longxiang over the years. But how many people believed him?
I'm afraid the first person who didn't believe it was King Huang Shalong himself.
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In the western part of the Xisha Plateau, there is a magnificent Buddhist temple.
The uniform glazed roof makes the entire Buddhist temple reflect the bright light of the sun, which is extremely eye-catching.
At this time, there were dozens of monks gathered in the Buddhist temple, but the strange thing was that these people were not monks, and they had a bandit spirit that was visibly incompatible with a Buddhist temple.
Sand bandit.
When they surrounded Jitang Temple, they killed the monks in the Buddhist temple and then took over its nest.
Many bandits from Sand came to surround Jitang Temple this time.
At this time, the Buddhist temple was filled with those bandit leaders who were known by the monks from the outside world. There were quite a few of them, more than twenty in total.
Among them, there are even six cultivators in the eighth realm, and the rest are in the seventh realm.
Huang Shalong Wang stood out among these people.
Because he possesses the terrifying cultivation level of the Five Tribulations Realm, he is undoubtedly the number one sand bandit in this vast area.
Even in the past thousands of years, there has never been a strong man with such cultivation among the sand bandits.
This is because most of the sand bandits are from evil cultivation backgrounds, and the evil cultivation techniques focus on quick success and combat effectiveness, at the cost of sacrificing the future.
Therefore, it is rare for an evil cultivator to break through to the eighth realm, let alone the fifth calamity realm.
"Even the most ordinary Buddhist temple is so luxurious. Compared with them, our lives are even worse than the dogs they raise!" The leader of the bone-picking bandits, Taoist Zuo Hu, spoke in a very unhappy tone and spat fiercely on the extremely clean ground of the Buddhist temple.
He was one of the six eighth-level cultivators among the sand bandits. After barely reaching the first calamity level, he could no longer make any progress.
"Don't talk about luxury and wealth. We just want a place to live. We don't have to hide in holes everywhere in the desert like gerbils!" said another sand bandit leader, the Taoist who controls birds, quite helplessly.
This has always been the dilemma of the sand bandits.
At this time, a burly man at the center of all the bandit leaders spoke up, "The reason why we can't have a place to stay is because we are not strong enough. If we settle down in one place, it will be easy for Longxiang or other self-proclaimed righteous sects to come to our door. In order to survive, we can't settle down in one place, so we can only keep changing places."
"But the situation is different now ," he said in a deep voice, "Now that so many of us have gathered here because of the Chicken Soup Temple incident, why can't we sit down and discuss the alliance?"
"King Huangsha, what do you mean?" No one responded for a while. After a moment of silence, Feiyuan Taoist, the leader of the Feiyuan bandits, spoke up.
The burly man known as the number one bandit in the Western Regions, the Yellow Sand Bandit King, said slowly, "Yes, none of us bandits have the strength to establish a stronghold. This is because we cannot cope with the encirclement and suppression from the righteous monks after the stronghold is established. Even for me, the Yellow Sand Bandit, it is the same."
"But..." Huang Shalong Wang's eyes swept across the faces of all the bandit leaders present, "What if we come together?"
"With so many bandits like us building a bandit city together, which sect would dare to cause trouble for us?" The Yellow Sand Dragon King revealed his true intentions.
When the siege evolved into the current situation, King Huangshalong's mind was no longer on revenge for his son, but drifted to somewhere further away.
The strongest sand bandit is still the sand bandit.
He wants to change, to turn over a new leaf.
"You and I are both well aware of the hypocritical behavior of those righteous monks. If they want to crush us, they naturally don't mind using us as a scapegoat to earn some reputation for their own sect. But once we unite, they will be seriously injured if they want to attack us again. In this case, how dare they attack us? These righteous monks are reluctant to sacrifice their own disciples to eliminate demons and defend the way of righteousness." King Huangsha laughed.
After he said this, everyone fell into thought with frowns on their faces.
All the bandits naturally desire a stable place to settle down.
The reason they thought about it was because they understood that once they formed an alliance and built a city together, they would, to a certain extent, lose their freedom.
Everyone present was a bandit leader. They always kept their word in front of their men and were used to this feeling.
But if so many people are building a city together, they can't just live their own lives, right?
Then the time will come to distinguish the strong and the weak and the primary and the secondary.
King Huangshalong is the strongest among the sand bandits. His position will not be challenged no matter what, so he naturally wants to promote an alliance.
But it is unknown what those weaker bandit leaders are thinking.
Being used to being the boss, no one wants to change their status.
"I know what you are worried about," it was King Huangsha who broke the silence. He continued, "After building the city, the priorities must be determined. Otherwise, the city will fall without the need for righteous monks to attack."
"However, your subordinates are still under your control. No one else will interfere. I can guarantee this."
"In addition, after the city was built, we established a Sand Bandit Alliance. All matters in the city were decided by the Sand Bandit Alliance through consultation. There was no such thing as me or anyone else having absolute power."
"We will determine your status in the Sand Bandits Alliance through a duel..."
Before King Huang Shalong finished speaking, someone who heard this couldn't help but interrupt and sneered: "Fight? Everyone knows that you, King Huang Shalong, are the strongest, hehe..."
Although it was not said explicitly, the meaning was obvious.
King Huangshalong was neither annoyed nor angry, and continued: "I haven't finished yet."
"The fight is not a simple fight, but a gambling fight."
King Huang Shalong took out a plate and pointed at it.
"You can freely choose anyone present to challenge. There is no limit to the number of times you can challenge, but you cannot challenge the same person. However, there is a rule. The challenger must first take out 10,000 top-grade spirit stones and put them into this plate as gambling money. The challenged person does not have to take anything."
"The spiritual stones in this plate will be used to build our city. If there is any surplus after the city is built, it will be stored in the inner treasury and will not be returned."
"If the challenger wins, it will be recorded as a victory. If he loses, he will not be allowed to take back the ten thousand spirit stones."
"Finally, your status in the Sand Bandits Alliance will be calculated based on the number of games you win."
"What if someone wins the same number of games?" someone interrupted and asked.
"If they are the same, then we can add an auction between the same people. The auction fee is used in the same way as the gambling money, and both are put into the plate. Whoever pays more in the end gets the bigger prize."
After King Huangshalong finished speaking, all the bandit leaders began to ponder over it in their hearts. After thinking about it, they felt that it was reasonable.
At least in this way, people with high status in the Sand Bandit Alliance will have to contribute more of their property to build the city, so that they won't end up emptying their own assets to help others.
"A challenge costs ten thousand top-grade spirit stones..." Several weak bandit leaders couldn't help but grimace.
The bandits never knew when they would die, so they lived from day to day and had little savings.
For these weak bandits, ten thousand top-grade spirit stones are almost all their assets, and they would never be willing to use them for gambling.
There is no doubt that their status and voice in the Sand Bandit Alliance will be the lowest by then.
But think about it from another angle, since nothing was done in the first place, getting a place to live for free seems acceptable?
Other powerful bandits also had some thoughts in their minds.
They naturally strive for a high status, although it also requires more effort, but it is worth it if you think about it carefully.
From this point of view, King Huang Shalong is indeed very capable in his work. He can take care of all the bandits and there is a sense of perfection in his work.
"Can the challenger admit defeat?" This was asked by the weaker bandit leader.
The stakes for a fight are 10,000 top-grade spirit stones. It is conceivable that in order to ensure that the fight does not go in vain, one must choose weak bandits to challenge.
After all, he is the boss. Even if he is weak, he doesn't want to be beaten like a punching bag.
"Okay." Huang Shalong Wang nodded.
"Everyone, what do you think of my idea?" He paused and continued.
"I have no objection." The leader of the Nanyang bandits, the Nanyang Taoist, was the first to agree. While speaking, he also gave a very subtle look to King Huangshalong.
He was hired by Huang Shalongwang.
"Me neither." The Taoist priest who controlled birds, who wanted a place to settle down the most, replied.
Taoist Zuo Hu nodded.
Each company expressed its views and quickly reached a consensus.
"Okay, to show my sincerity, I'll throw out some ideas first." King Huang Shalong took a deep breath and took out a piece of buttery object that exuded a fragrant smell.
"Top-grade ambergris, this one piece is worth 10,000 top-grade spirit stones," he threw the ambergris into the plate, then pointed his finger at the person with the highest cultivation level besides himself, the Taoist Feidu who was in the second calamity realm, "First round, Taoist Feidu, please."
After King Huangshalong finished speaking, he flew away from the Buddhist temple - how could the battle between the eight realms be carried out in a Buddhist temple? Only the vast sky could allow him to let go.
King Huangshalong has already left, but Feidu is still standing there.
His expression was changing, and he knew very well that King Huang Shalong was trying to use him to establish his authority.
He now faces a difficult choice: should he fight or surrender directly?
Direct surrender would be too weak, but it would be a good thing for King Huangshalong.
The momentum of the fight is not weak. We will definitely lose, but at least it will look better...
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Here, King Huangshalong was already hanging high in the sky, waiting for the Taoist priest to fly across.
He was in a very good mood.
It is conceivable that once the Sand Bandit City is established, he, as the first city lord, will become the number one in the history of the Sand Bandits.
Well, the city definitely can’t be called Sand Bandit City then, it has to be given a nicer name.
After time passes, a thousand years later, who will remember that the Bandit City was built by the Bandits?
King Huangsha kept calculating in his mind.
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine.
This is the ability of high-level monks to sense danger on a whim.
He quickly came to his senses and looked around, but saw nothing.
Just as he was wondering, in a flash, King Huangsha seemed to see a faint shadow passing before his eyes.
Before he could react to what it was, an unbearable pain erupted from his neck.
The next moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his body unable to move out, and he remained motionless where he was.
It was not until this moment that a sharp sword intent burst out from his body, tearing his soul apart while separating his head from his body.
"It's blood." At the moment before his death, King Huangsha finally realized that the shadow he saw was his own blood.
But, what on earth was it that killed me?
King Huangshalong was destined to never figure out this problem.
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boom!
Inside the Buddhist temple, King Huangshalong had just left, and Taoist Feidu was still hesitating.
Suddenly there was a crash.
Afterwards, a large hole was created in the glazed roof of the Buddhist temple by something heavy falling from the sky.
With a bang, a heavy object fell out of the big hole and landed in front of everyone.
It was a headless corpse.
The first reaction of the bandit leaders was to be stunned.
Until Taoist Feidu said tremblingly: "King Huangshalong?"
That was the body of King Huangshalong.
The question is, where is his head?
They didn't wonder for long.
The next moment, Feidu Taoist's head suddenly separated from his body in front of them without any reason.
It was like a sword cutting through his neck.
Oh, so this is how the Yellow Sand King’s head was cut off…
They thought subconsciously.
Without any trace or sound, Feidu Taoist's head was separated from his body.
What a horrible thing!
This made all the bandit leaders present lose their spirits, and they could no longer feel any other emotions except fear.
"Run, run!" someone shouted.
This Buddhist temple seems to have become a place where evil spirits demand lives, so it is not advisable to stay here for long.
Without any hesitation and without caring about the bodies of King Huangsha and Taoist Feidu, all the bandit leaders immediately fled in all directions and left the place with their men.
As for building a city?
Go build the city!
Surrounding the Chicken Soup Temple?
Fuck him too!
The Yellow Sand King is dead, why are we still surrounding him?
In the seventeenth year of Tianyuan, King Huangshalong gathered twenty-three bandits in a Buddhist temple to discuss an alliance. Unexpectedly, they "mistakenly violated the divine secret", and King Huangshalong and Taoist Feidu died on the spot!
On the second day, the sand bandits who had been gathering on the Xisha Plateau for dozens of days like a group of rats disappeared completely, without a single one left.
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On the same day, a guest arrived at the Chicken Soup Temple.
A young swordsman.
He brought a very unique gift.
A bulging cyst.
There was a good head in the cyst.
The owner of the head is...
The Yellow Sharon King.
