A carefree soldier king in the city

Chapter 527 What to Do

With a fierce shout, Pulao transformed into a beam of light and appeared before the two. However, its enormous body had shrunk by more than ten times, becoming no different from an ordinary elephant. It simply stood in front of the two, startling Chao Bufan, who immediately became wary. However, Pulao didn't even glance at him, but asked Tian Yue with a suspicious tone, "Palace Spirit, are you really here to see me about something?"

Tian Yue sneered and said, "Believe it or not, move aside. I need to go back and report."

Pu Lao seemed to be getting anxious. He paced back and forth like a crab for a while, and then laughed and said, "Dianling, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."

"Is it a misunderstanding?" Tianyue tilted her head and asked Chao Bufan, then turned back to Pulao and said, "Pulao, didn't you just want to kill us? Is this a misunderstanding?"

Pu Lao chuckled and said, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, really."

Chao Bufan took one look and immediately found it laughable. He never expected that this guy's ability to deceive people was really—he was definitely more capable than him. This river god named Pulao actually fell for it. It was truly speechless.

“Since it’s a misunderstanding,” Tianyue smiled slightly, “Alright then, I won’t hold it against you this time.”

Upon hearing this, Pu Lao was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Dianling, does this mean they are willing to return my physical body to me?"

The physical body? Chao Bufan was immediately shocked upon hearing this.

Tianyue smiled and said, "Pulao, I don't know if they are willing to return your body to you, but they said that if you behave well, they will return your body to you."

"Really?" Pu Lao was overjoyed.

Tian Yue remained calm and smiled slightly, saying, "Pu Lao, I think it doesn't matter whether you have a physical body or not. You're still carefree and at ease. Why care so much about a stinking skin?"

“What do you know?” Pu Lao said. “Without a physical body, I can only be trapped here forever.”

“I think this place is pretty good!” Tianyue said.

"Good my foot!" Pu Lao said angrily. "Try being trapped here for tens of thousands of years."

"Alright," Tianyue smiled with some sympathy, "Stop complaining. It won't be long before they return your body to you."

"Sigh!" Pu Lao sighed and said, "I hope so! By the way, didn't you come to see me about something? Speak, what is it?"

“I almost forgot if you hadn’t mentioned it,” Tianyue said with a slight smile. “They asked me to come and get something for them.”

“Things? What things?” Pu Lao asked.

“This—” Tianyue seemed a little embarrassed.

"Oh, I see," Pu Lao said, looking like he understood. "Okay, so what do you want me to do?"

"Is this even acceptable?" Chao Bufan was secretly shocked. A river god, huh?! This level of skill—it's truly speechless. Chao Bufan had to admire Tian Yue's acting skills; he was truly ashamed of himself!

“Um—” Tianyue said with a smile, “Pulao, I need you to open that door for me.”

"You want me to open that door?" Pu Lao asked, puzzled. "Why do you want me to open it?"

"Are you stupid?" Tianyue said irritably. "If you don't open it, how am I supposed to tell them that you delivered the package to me?"

“Oh, I understand now,” Pu Lao said with a sudden realization. “Dian Ling, you’re really kind. Alright, once I get my physical body, I, Pu Lao, will always remember your kindness.”

"Alright, alright," Tianyue said irritably, "Stop talking nonsense and let's go!"

“Spirit Hall, please!” Pulao said respectfully.

Tian Yue didn't stand on ceremony and nodded with an "Mm." Then, Tian Yue raised her right eye at Tian Yue, clearly saying, "I'm amazing, aren't I!"

However, before Tianyue could take two steps, Pulao seemed to remember something and quickly asked, "By the way, Palace Spirit, who is this?"

“Oh, he’s my younger brother, his name is Bufan,” Tianyue replied.

“Extraordinary?” Pu Lao was clearly confused. “I feel like he’s more like a human.”

“What human?” Tian Yue said, “He is a spirit of an artifact, just like me. It’s just that he has been in the human world for a longer time, and over time, he has developed human characteristics.”

"Is that so?" Pu Lao asked Chao Bufan, puzzled.

Chao Bufan realized what was happening and quickly said, "That's how it is."

"Then what are you here for?" Pu Lao asked.

“This—” Chao Bufan’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked at Tian Yue.

“Pulao, why are you even asking this?” Tianyue said, “We were sent here by the higher-ups because he is my younger brother.”

"Oh, oh," Pu Lao didn't dare to be presumptuous and quickly said, "Excuse me, please!"

Chao Bufan smiled slightly and quickly followed, walking side by side with Tian Yue.

Upon arriving at the riverbank, the two people and the beast stood side by side. Tianyue said, "Pulao, lead the way!"

Pu Lao grunted in agreement, then said, "Come on up, I'll carry you across."

Without a second thought, Pulao completely believed Tianyue's words, and Chao Bufan was certain that this river god named Pulao not only craved his own flesh, but also greatly feared the so-called "them" they spoke of.

Two heavyweight figures, one an ancient beast god Pulao, the other a spirit of an ancient temple, were actually afraid of them. Who exactly were these "them"? Chao Bufan pondered. Of the nine great worlds, only the human realm remained peaceful; the other eight had long been destroyed, hadn't they? All living beings in those eight great worlds had vanished into the dust of history. So where was this place? Who were they? Why were they still alive?

Suddenly, a strange, inexplicable feeling welled up in Chao Bufan's heart—

Temple, artifact spirit, blood river, Pulao, them...

Each incident is more bizarre than the last. What kind of connection exists behind these strange occurrences?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and his expression changed drastically. Blood River? Could this be—the Nine Nether Hell?

Once the thought popped into his mind, it wouldn't leave. He shuddered and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself, "Heavens, could this really be hell? Only in the Nine Nether Hell is there a river of blood, and this river of blood has another name. What can I do?"

The Buddha said:

What can be done?

Nothing can be done.

All beings are suffering.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, being with those you hate, being separated from those you love, and not getting what you want.

Alas, alas, we are but a mustard seed amidst Mount Sumeru, mere ants to a celestial dragon, utterly helpless.

In the universe, love, hate, and passion always rise and fall, like flowers blooming and withering, in a state of helplessness.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

What to do?

The Bridge of Helplessness...

On the Bridge of Helplessness, one is doomed; beneath the Bridge of Helplessness, one is no longer born.

On the road to the underworld, there are many old and young, and many lonely graves are the souls of young people.

Sighing helplessly on the Bridge of Helplessness, regretting three lifetimes before the Stone of Three Lives.

Beneath the red spider lily lies not the other shore, yet we are destined to be together across three lifetimes.