Chapter 262: Assassinated on the Way Home

After saying this, Zhao Jue turned his head and went to chat with Zhuque, ignoring the prefect.

The prefect felt that he was boring, and after saying goodbye politely, he turned around and walked out in a hurry. He didn't care about being rejected, as long as he could reach an agreement.

Isn't the head more important than the face?

"The man is gone!" Seeing the prefect walking out of the door, Zhuque pushed Zhao Jue's face back. He glanced at Zhao Jue with contempt and smiled disdainfully.

He cursed, "Old Nine, you can just chat, but can you stop looking at my chest? What's wrong? Are you thirsty?"

"You didn't want it when I gave it to you, but now you're looking at it!"

Zhao Jue almost spit out a mouthful of tea, "Hey, how can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? I'm not, I don't have it!"

"Come on." Zhuque curled his lips, picked up the teacup and laughed contemptuously, "You haven't moved your eyes, pretending to be a gentleman? If I didn't see you were injured, I would have beaten you up!"

"Puchi." Baihu, who was sitting under the eaves like a door god, couldn't help laughing.

"Hold it back!" The two said in unison.

Baihu turned his head away and drank a sip of wine silently, pretending not to hear anything. He covered the wine gourd and cursed secretly, "Adulterer and whore!"

Tsk, this kid. Zhao Jue shook his head. In order to avoid further embarrassment, he quickly ordered: "Baihu, go and call Xuanwu over. We are going to Chuzhou, so tell him something."

"Got it." Baihu replied after putting down the wine gourd. He stood up and walked out. When he passed by Zhuque, he jokingly said, "If it doesn't work, just give in."

Zhuque looked at Baihu who was walking farther and farther away, gritted his teeth and slapped Zhao Jue, "You deserve to die!"

After the fight, he walked towards the room with a teacup without saying a word. Zhao Jue was left with a confused look on his face, covering his shoulders and looking messy in the wind.

The little master is a bit awesome...

In less than half a minute, Xuanwu and Baihu arrived together. Seeing that there was no chair in the yard, Baihu moved one out quickly with his hands and feet.

He wiped it with his sleeve and said with a smile: "Second brother, sit down!"

Xuanwu sat down with a smile, holding the armrest and whispered: "Mr. Zhao, I heard that you are going to Chuzhou. Do you want me to take you there first?"

"No, no. The White Tiger and Vermillion Bird are here. I have to trouble you with the affairs of Bianzhou." Zhao shook his head and waved his hand gently to refuse.

Putting down the teacup, he said: "I have something to tell you, please write it down."

"Mr. Talk."

Zhao stroked the stubble on his chin with one hand, pondered for a long time, and then said: "Two things. One is to send letters to the various prefectures and ask them to increase the number of people to guard the official warehouses, and it would be best to transfer some soldiers and horses to guard them."

"Second, the city has been closed for so long this time, and I am afraid that people's hearts are unsettled. In a few days, it will be slowly lifted. Those people in the prison, ah, also...release them."

"Okay." Xuanwu nodded carefully.

As if thinking of something, Zhao suddenly asked curiously: "What's the name of the old monk you two caught last time?"

"Rong Jie."

"Yes, Rong Jie. This name is hard to remember..." Zhao turned his waist, adjusted his sitting posture, and said: "Let him go before dark today."

Xuanwu nodded and asked: "Okay, then when will Mr. Zhao leave for Chuzhou?"

Zhao said without hesitation, "Tomorrow night, take a boat. Chuzhou has a big problem and can't be delayed."

"Okay."

...

After half of the night, Rong Jie slowly walked out of the Bianzhou prison. At the moment the door closed, he looked back unconsciously, sighed, and then walked into the carriage driven by his disciple.

The sound of horse hooves echoed in the empty and deserted streets, and the sound spread far and wide. But in the carriage, Rong Jie and the disciple driving the car never spoke.

Until he saw the city gate vaguely, the disciple asked: "Uncle, how about we stay in Bianzhou City for one night, and then go out of the city to Lin'an tomorrow."

Rong Jie just shook his head. He didn't want to stay in Bianzhou for a moment. Besides, this kind of urgent news must be informed to others as soon as possible, and then ask the ancestor to make a decision.

So he comforted softly: "Amitabha, uncle, I was just locked up in the prison for a few days, nothing happened. Going back to Lin'an is important, let's go, if you are tired, let me drive."

The disciple hurriedly tightened the reins and refused: "Uncle, just have a good rest, and leave the driving to the disciple."

Seeing this, Rong Jie nodded tiredly, lowered the curtain, closed his eyes and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

Perhaps someone greeted them, and the two of them left Bianzhou City unimpeded and drove south.

A quarter after the hour of Hai, the moon was high, illuminating the shadows of the trees on both sides of the official road, swaying with the blowing evening breeze.

The disciple and Rong Jie, who had been driving the carriage, were a little tired, and the carriage slowed down. The two leaned against the carriage and took a short rest to recuperate.

At this time, there was a sound of birds flying in the distance of the woods on the left. The disciple didn't care much, after all, it was very common for people who traveled all over the country to be forced to sleep in the wilderness for a night.

Although it was late, it was not certain that it was just such a coincidence. Who can say for sure? Besides, the master uncle is a junior master, would he be afraid of these villains?

So he didn't even look at them, and seemed very relaxed.

Instead, in the carriage, Rong Jie suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked to the left, his eyes flickering. Just now, he sensed a very strong murderous aura, but when he wanted to sense it carefully, the murderous aura disappeared.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Two sharp sounds rang in the air. Rong Jie quickly circulated his Qi and shouted: "Be careful!"

But it was too late, two ordinary arrows came one after another, tearing apart the body's protective energy, and hit the disciple driving the chariot in the middle. One arrow to the eyebrow and one to the throat brought out a cloud of blood, and blood flowers bloomed on the curtain.

"Fazhen!" Rong Jie shouted sharply, his voice mournful.

Before he could shout a second time, two arrows roared towards him with the sound of breaking wind.

He had to suppress the sad emotions in his heart, and his whole body was shaken with energy, which shattered the carriage and lifted it into the air. By virtue of being at a high place and overlooking the surroundings, he could quickly find the specific location of the archer.

"Amitabha, the donor really killed innocent people indiscriminately. Did he really think that I, the monk, was made of clay?"

Golden light emerged from his body, and Sanskrit characters appeared around Rong Jie one by one. I saw him clasping his hands together and disappearing in an instant.

The archer in the tree, dressed in black and with his face covered, just laughed disdainfully, "Old Bald Donkey is really powerful, but it's a pity that you are destined to die here."

He turned towards the darkness and smiled: I leave it to you. "

After saying that, he calmly put away his big bow and rested himself against the tree trunk. And out of the darkness, a masked man in black clothes walked out, with black energy floating on his hands, and his figure flashed out in an instant, stopping Rong Jie.

"Old bald donkey, didn't you say you should put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately? This friend of mine has already put away his big bow, but you still won't let me go."

"But it's disrespectful to Buddha!"