On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1253 I'm not taking this job.

Chess Buddha was completely dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Lin Zhen, then at the small teacup in his hand, feeling that his brain was completely overwhelmed.

He has lived for over a thousand years, what storms hasn't he seen?

But today, he was completely dumbfounded by the young man's performance.

How can you use a bowl to break down the most stubborn resistance in a country?

How can you manipulate the thoughts and aesthetics of all the upper-class people in a country with a few seemingly obscure words?

Is this...is this something a human being could do?

Looking at Lin Zhen's young and handsome face, which also exuded a strange and evil aura, he felt for the first time from the bottom of his heart that perhaps this kid was not some "variable" at all, but was simply the "Heavenly Way" of this world itself!

A higher Heavenly Dao specifically designed to deal with these self-righteous "old immortals"!

"Kid...you..." Chess Buddha opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

He could only shake his head resignedly and hand the teacup, which he considered more terrifying than a death warrant, back to Lin Zhen.

"This job is beyond my capabilities," he said weakly. "You'd better find someone more capable. My skills are nothing but a joke in front of a little monster like you. I'm afraid I'll be played to death by you before I even meet this so-called Tea Sage."

He was really scared.

He would rather confront the 200,000 iron cavalry of the Ottoman Turks head-on than play this mind-bending game of cunning with the monster in front of him, whose mind was deeper than the eighteenth level of hell.

This is so damn tiring!

However, Lin Zhen did not accept the bowl.

He just smiled at him, his eyes like those of someone looking at a sulking, disobedient child.

"Senior, you flatter me," he said with a smile. "The person in this world who can outwit you is probably not even born yet. My humble skills are nothing but a clumsy attempt to teach an art to a master, and I'll only make a fool of myself in front of you."

"The reason I asked you to take on this task is not to make things difficult for you. Rather, it is because, looking across the entire world, only you have the qualifications and the ability to accomplish this seemingly impossible and earth-shattering feat!"

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, a hint of curiosity flashed in the old Buddha's cloudy eyes.

He wanted to hear what kind of sweet talk this kid could give him this time.

Lin Zhen did not answer immediately, but instead turned his gaze to the stunningly beautiful woman who had been quietly nestled in his arms the whole time, looking at him with eyes full of adoration and curiosity.

"Yan'er," he asked softly, "what kind of man do you think can be considered a real man?"

Murong Yan was slightly taken aback by his sudden question.

Looking into her husband's deep and captivating eyes, like the stars and the sea, a blush of happiness appeared on his beautiful face.

She thought for a moment, then replied in a loving, gentle voice, "Of course, someone like you, my husband."

"He's good at fighting, making money, loving his wife, and... naming his children."

Her sweet reply, so full of romantic love, gave Yue Fei and Elizabeth, who were standing nearby, goosebumps.

Chess Buddha curled his lip, looking utterly disgusted.

"Alright, alright, you two, if you want to show off your love, go back to your own room. This old man's bones can't take this kind of torment."

However, Lin Zhen seemed not to hear his complaints at all.

He simply smiled, gently flicked the tip of Murong Yan's small, pert nose, and then continued in a devilishly seductive voice:

"What if I told you that there is another kind of man in this world? He doesn't need to know how to fight, nor does he need to know how to make money. He can't even protect his own country."

"The only thing he knows how to do is use the cup of tea in his hand and his set of seemingly useless and tedious etiquette to make the most powerful monarchs and the bravest warriors in the world willingly kneel before him and listen to him talk about those vague and ethereal principles."

"His word alone can determine the value of a priceless treasure."

"A single glance from him can determine the rise and fall of a local magistrate."

"He could even use his so-called 'aesthetics' and 'taste' to dismantle a powerful force that would give any army a headache without firing a shot."

"Tell me," his gaze slowly fell on the disheveled old face of the man playing chess, a face filled with shock and contemplation, "would you consider such a man a real man?"

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence once again.

Everyone was completely shocked by Lin Zhen's "shocking" remarks!

They never expected it.

A person's "taste" and "aesthetics" can actually become such a terrifying, invisible weapon!

This is completely beyond their understanding of the world!

“Young man…” The old man looked at Lin Zhen, and for the first time, a hint of “admiration” appeared in his cloudy old eyes. “I take back what I just said.”

"You are not a monster."

"You son of a bitch, you're a peerless devil who crawled out of hell and specializes in manipulating people's hearts!"

As he spoke, he once again took the precious bowl from Lin Zhen's arms. In his eyes, it was no longer a hot potato, but a treasure full of endless temptation and challenge.

"I'll take this job!" He took a big gulp of wine, and an unprecedented, overwhelming fighting spirit ignited in his cloudy old eyes!

"I'd like to see!"

"You're the most powerful demon from another world!"

"The Japanese tea master who wanted to control the world with just one cup of tea is still superior!"

In the end, Chess Buddha was persuaded by Lin Zhen, or rather, he was attracted by the supreme realm of "killing without leaving a trace" described by Lin Zhen.

He's lived for over a thousand years and experienced everything, but he's never played this kind of high-level game. Using words, using so-called "elegance," to manipulate the rise and fall of a nation, to decide the life and death of a group of powerful figures.

This sounds much more exciting than him actually fighting and killing people.

Murong Yan looked at the Buddha holding the Yao Bian Tianmu bowl with a crazy, eager expression, and still felt a little uneasy.

She leaned close to Lin Zhen and whispered in his ear, "Husband, is this old monk really reliable? What if he messes things up?"

Lin Zhen lowered his head, gently blew a breath into her ear, causing her to tremble slightly, before smiling and saying:

"Don't worry, Yan'er. This kind of old monster who has lived for over a thousand years is more cunning than anyone else. He's not crazy, he's just been living for too long and is too bored, so he wants to find some fun. And we've just happened to give him the most fun thing in the world."