The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 901: Regret and Destiny
Zhang Yucai quietly flipped through the record book, and Yolanda quietly looked at her lover who was flipping through the record book.

He was as upright and stern as usual, and when he was concentrating, his eyelashes trembled as his eyeballs rolled.

She could hear Feng Rushong's whispers, the rustling sound of papers being flipped through, and the barely perceptible sound of water dripping out of the beast's mouth and falling into the lake.

as well as.

The sound of the fairy tree.

She was like a bystander, just watching, listening and thinking, but she did not overlap with the "picture" they were in.

"Jade Tailor..."

Yolanda murmured.

"The tyrant is unjust and uses the secret technique recklessly. I am afraid that even though we have changed and killed again and again, the final opponent will come from——"

Zhang Yucai folded the stack of letter papers in his hand, looked back, his eyes as sharp as swords.

Feng Rushong bowed slightly.

"Sir, my brother and I have already started fires in various places. In a few years, it will become a prairie fire."

"There are too many conveniences under Changgeng Division. I am not the only one." Zhang Yucai has thought about it for too many days and nights. Feng Rushong is watertight, but time is running out. "There are too many variables, Rushong."

As long as he is in charge of the Changgeng Division, the White Lotus Sect will be in good hands.

If the day ever changes, and Tuji and another take over, the White Lotus' casualties will rise rapidly - not to mention that they have repeatedly infiltrated counties and prefectures to win over men and women with extraordinary talents... a large number of whom have survived Chang Geng's knife.

He had selfish motives and brought out "dead people" many times.

He also pointed to the wrong path, causing the guards of Changgengsi to eat shrimps and crabs and release the Kun whale.

He thought he had not revealed any flaws, but the power of God was unpredictable. If something unexpected really happened one day, it would be too late to respond.

"The foreign barbarians are pressing forward step by step, and our army is defeated in every battle - I'm afraid that within half a year, we will have to cede territory and pay compensation, and have more 'red-haired, green-eyed' fathers!"

Feng Rushong lowered his head even lower.

"A country within a country is not a country at all! How dare they make such a request?!"

Zhang Yucai held his sword and said with hatred.

"What a clever trick for fools! Those people who are doing nothing but sitting on their laurels actually think that a great benefit has fallen on their heads? I think it's a waste of money!"

Feng Rushong shook his head slowly.

Speaking of those 'good officials', he was somewhat helpless: "... Recently, there is a Western machine that can teach weavers to take a break. Usually, it takes three to five people ten days to weave a piece of cloth, but with this machine, it only takes two people to weave it in three days."

The man in blue vividly described in detail the behavior of those officials and how they deceived and fooled the people.

"… to fool them, saying that when the foreigners come, they only need to pick out the brands, and they will take turns to work every day, and rest when they are free. When I came, I saw the weavers gathered together, chatting and embroidering something in private to exchange for money. They said that they were busy on weekdays and suddenly had free time, and they were afraid that they would not be able to adapt... ha... ha..."

Feng Rushong grinned and shook his head again and again.

The people are ignorant, but it is not their fault.

But this noble man was trying to trick people into giving him the money, just like tricking a child with a candy painting, and he cheated people all the time, just for the silver in his pocket.

It is indeed…

Animals too.

"When that day comes..."

Zhang Yucai lightly touched her with his thin lips.

Although he had no business skills, he could imagine what would happen on that day.

"Zhang...Brother."

Feng Rushong suddenly called out "Someone is nearby", breaking Zhang Yucai's contemplation.

"Like a pine tree?"

"Brother, do you want good for the court, the country, or the people?" Feng Rushong looked at him quietly and said something strange - in the eyes of most people, these three are the same.

Zhang Yucai's black eyes flickered slightly.

"Westerners' laws and weapons will never speak up for mud. Brother Zhang, how about our dynasty?"

Feng Rushong spoke lightly.

"When the wall is pasted, it's precious, but after it's done, it's dirty. When it's burned bright red, the master walks back and forth - call me a good girl, and I'll be busy saying 'I'm not worthy of being a human being'..."

"Like a pine tree."

Zhang Yucai interrupted the scholar.

They do rebellious things, but it's best not to say a word about it.

Feng Rushong has been a little frivolous recently.

"…Brother. My brother and I followed you around and took the impossible. Now that Lifa is right in front of us…why don't you let me…"

"I brought a hundred or so people who were ready to die with me this time," Zhang Yucai seemed not to have heard what he said. He shook off the paper in his hand and said indifferently, "If you really want to try, you should start with me..."

Feng Rushong disagreed.

"A snake cannot survive without a head, and a bird cannot fly without wings."

"Head? When did I become the head of 'White Lotus'?" Zhang Yucai laughed and tapped his forehead with his finger: "Even if there is a 'head', it should be 'thought'. If everyone has thoughts, then how can a pine tree be afraid of 'a bird without wings, a snake without a head'?"

Besides…

"What is important to you as a human being is what you value."

There is something important in this pile of records.

For example, if you were to trade with this "immortal", I'm afraid "flesh and blood" would be the lowest tier - what you value.

you.

The Feng brothers are orphans, but there is nothing to really value. If you have to say, it's just a white lotus, a thought, and half of yourself.

And he...

There are some that can be traded.

There are two dilemmas right now: one is the sacrifices in the imperial court, and the other is the barbarians coming from afar.

In comparison, the latter is more urgent.

Zhang Yucai handed the paper to Feng Rushong and slowly walked to the fairy tree.

"If you want the foreigners to stay away from crimes for a hundred years, can you spare the lives of three hundred people?"

The emerald light flows quietly among the jade scales.

A few breaths.

A muffled voice sounded in the ears of Feng Rushong and Zhang Yucai.

"not enough."

"Four hundred."

"not enough."

"five hundred."

The fairy tree was silent for a moment.

"Maybe."

They both frowned.

Even without these papers, it would be difficult for the two to be fooled like this - if they really offered 500 people, and then they would get a "still not enough"...

Another six hundred?

'not enough. '

This is a bottomless pit.

"You claim to be a god, but there is nothing a mortal can do? I want the foreigners not to invade again for at least a hundred years."

Xianshu lowered his voice a few degrees: "Every question has an answer, child. It's just that mortals never realize how great the price will be... Zhang Yucai, the fate of many people is in your hands..."

There was a rumbling sound in my ears.

Zhang Yucai's throat felt a little tight.

Although he called it an 'immortal' and 'immortal tree', he never actually treated this monster as a real immortal. But at this moment, Zhang Yucai felt that all the sounds around him were flying away from him - his legs became heavy, so heavy that he wanted to dig into the mud, crush some other shell under the mud, or stand all the way to the underworld.

He lost his sense of Feng Rushong.

And the right to control his own flesh and blood.

This kind of "oppression" is very hard for a ritualist who thinks he has walked further on the mysterious path than anyone around him...

It is undoubtedly an insult.

Just like the old priest who led the holy child in prayer, grabbed the newly born white blood with his dry hands that were shaking from excessive drinking, and brought it to the holy child, saying: "Smell it, this is your smell."

of course.

By the time the holy child grew up and understood these things, the old pastor had already returned to heaven.

Passed down from generation to generation.

A mixture of fresh and aged urine was smeared on the spotless symbol of the Holy Cross, causing the most sacred to become moldy due to moisture.

Although priests never shed tears.

and so.

To Zhang Yucai, this unpredictable power was undoubtedly an insult - but that was not the original intention of the 'immortal tree'.

Just like a person would not insult an ant.

"Destiny... is like a shadow within a shadow..."

The green branches above my head droop quietly.

Whisper in his ear.

"Of all the Lan family members, only the second daughter survived - choosing your fate is equivalent to choosing your price, Zhang Yucai."

“…Lan…? You bastard…! What good will it do you to ruin someone?!”

The fairy tree chuckled: "Destiny is coming."

Zhang Yucai was struck by lightning for only a moment, then he quickly used his teeth to tear open the tip of his tongue and growled, "Demon tree!"

This sound made the heavy pressure around him disappear like fog.

Feng Rushong endured the pain in his bones and hurried forward to support him, but the girl standing quietly in the distance did not dare to take another step forward.

She wished she hadn't heard anything.

But wishes cannot be regretted.

No wonder.

(End of this chapter)