I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 217 - 127: Wander through Rivers and Mountains, Speak of Civilization_2

Chapter 217: Chapter 127: Wander through Rivers and Mountains, Speak of Civilization_2

"This journey is arduous. We anticipated it. As long as Your Highness survives, our lives and deaths are insignificant."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Huai’an was struck as if by lightning, losing his soul, and could not speak for a long time.

Wang Liang silently followed behind. After walking a short distance, another team of soldiers arrived.

The leader, carrying two swords and two knives, had a dark complexion and a solemn expression. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Upon seeing the three disguised monks, he raised his hand to stop the soldiers behind him and pulled the reins to approach.

"Where are you masters coming from, and where are you going?"

Gongsun Jin answered one by one according to the old story. After the other party took out a portrait and scrutinized the three of them.

The leader suddenly said, "The northern land is no longer the territory guarded by Marquis Changting. Now this place is perilous, with bandits and evil-doers roaming. Since you are monks from the north, you should return early and never travel far again."

After speaking, the leader rejoined his team and led the soldiers back on their journey.

Zhu Huai’an, somewhat fearful, said, "Who is this person? I thought he recognized us."

Gongsun Jin, trembling with fear, wiped off his cold sweat and said in a hoarse voice, "This person is a commander from the Divine Strategy Camp, named Zuo Zixiong. The Prince and I once met him in the capital."

"Did he recognize you?"

Gongsun Jin hesitated slightly and shook his head, "Probably not, I only met him once years ago. Moreover, with my current disguise, how could he recognize me?"

"If he truly recognized us, we would have already been his prisoners."

The three walked and stopped intermittently. By dusk, masked bandits suddenly burst out from the forest, surrounding them.

Wang Liang reached into his pocket, where a short knife was hidden.

Gongsun Jin immediately shook his head, signaling him not to act.

The bandits were so fierce that they would even rob monks.

The leader, hearing Gongsun Jin speak first, squinted his eyes and interrupted, "I, the son of a b****, am a bandit now. Do you think I would believe in Buddha?"

The bandit chief sneered coldly, as if he had seen through everything.

"I’ve met countless people, and you guys don’t look like real monks. You’re probably just some swindlers!"

"You three must have swindled many people along the way and deceived quite a bit of money, right? Hand over all your valuable items, and I might spare your lives."

Some bandits came forward and stripped them of their clothes, taking away strange talisman paper, scattered silver coins, some gold nuggets, and short knives and daggers.

"Still claiming to be monks? It seems you’ve deceived a lot along the way..."

The leader spat a thick glob of phlegm on Gongsun Jin’s head, then laughed heartily and led his men away.

Gongsun Jin felt deeply disgusted, while Wang Liang resentfully said, "They are just bandits. I could handle them. Why did Master have to be so humiliated?"

Zhu Huai’an explained for Gongsun Jin, "Master showed restraint for a reason. If we fought these bandits and pursuing soldiers passed by, wouldn’t that ruin everything?"

Gongsun Jin wiped off the filth from his head and smiled, "Now that we are penniless, we’ve truly become beggars."

Zhu Huai’an exchanged a glance with Gongsun Jin and then laughed heartily.

Only Wang Liang, who had experienced hardship, looked at them puzzled, unable to understand why they were laughing while they had no money or food and would soon go hungry.

By noon the next day, the initially laughing two could no longer laugh.

In these times, it’s impossible to get by without money.

By the third day, having only managed to beg for some coarse rice porridge, they had lost the interest to speak.

At this time, their clothes were no better than those of beggars on the street.

Entering the city, they were treated as vagrants by street vendors, driven away for fear of tarnishing the stalls.

"Junior brother, we need to find some food..." Zhu Huai’an tugged Wang Liang’s sleeve. The latter understood and, passing by a steamed bun shop, quickly grabbed two stacks of buns unnoticed and disappeared into the crowd.

In a street corner, the three of them surrounded the buns, the fragrant aroma making their noses sting.

But before they could take a few bites, more than a dozen vagrant beggars emerged from the alley opposite...

Wang Liang narrowed his eyes, seeing pedestrians glance curiously but not intervening, as if accustomed to the situation.

Zhu Huai’an pulled Wang Liang back, who could only watch resentfully as the vagrants toppled the buns, fighting for food like starving dogs.

Seeing this, Gongsun Jin immediately reminded, "Quick, eat!"

Then the old man started gobbling his bun.

Just as they finished the buns, the last bites still not swallowed, the vagrants who had cleaned out the buns surrounded them.

Dirty hands groped, finding no food; some starved vagrants even tried to scrape food from Gongsun Jin’s mouth.

The old man, with bad teeth, had his mouth stuffed and became the target of attack.

After the commotion, the disheveled trio fell silent.

"I’ll get some water." Wang Liang, used to poverty, was the first to recover.

Only Prince Zhu and Gongsun Jin couldn’t calm down for a long time.

"My father once said he lived through times when doors didn’t need to be closed at night, and no one picked up things on the street. How did the world become like this in just a few years?"

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