I Don’t Want To Be the Emperor

Chapter 222 Return to the West

At that time, he was not blind yet and could still see the sun and the colorful world.

Ji Hai smiled and said, "You remember to be serious. If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it. It seems like there is a mole."

The blind man said, "You are not needed here. You should go to your hometown first."

Ji Hai said in surprise, "You won't go back?"

The blind man shook his head and said, "I can't see anything, and I don't want to see anything. Please give me some incense sticks for my mother and father."

Ji Hai smiled and said, "There are rebels everywhere, so you're not worried about me?"

“Although your Qinggong is not as good as Wang Tuozi, you can run without any problem,” the blind man sighed. “Unless the gap is too big, like when you meet Ye Jinyu, you have no chance to run.”

 “What if we really encounter it?”

Ji Hai’s unconvinced way.

"Then you will not be in danger." The blind man said with certainty.

 “Why do you say that?” Ji Hai didn’t understand why he was so sure.

“I can tell fortunes,” the blind man stood up, patted the sand on his butt, and said with a smile, “and I can usually do it very accurately.”

 “What did you figure out?”

Jihai asked curiously.

 “The secret of heaven must not be revealed.”

 The blind man jumped up, merged with the night, and disappeared.

"Why."

Ji Hai was left sighing alone.

On the second day, before dawn, he led a skinny horse, carried a baggage on his back, and hurried toward the northeast.

Along the way there are ruins left by the rebels, and from time to time you can encounter refugees heading south or north.

When he encounters remains on the roadside, he can't help but bury them with his own hands.

By the tenth day, he had traveled less than twenty miles, and all the solid food in his bag was gone. He relied on wild fruits on the mountains to satisfy his hunger every day.

When passing through a town, he would deliberately walk around in order to avoid the rebels. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't escape. He would always encounter one or two groups. Fortunately, these rebels were just ordinary people.

 He is a third-level player who is particularly good at fighting and running.

After walking like this for half a month, he finally saw Songyang's low and outrageous city wall, with dozens of corpses hanging on it.

There were rebels in shabby clothes guarding the city gate. After seeing him, they searched him all over but found nothing.

 A rebel with a big beard asked, "Monk, where are you from?"

 “Amitabha,”

Ji Hai clasped his hands together and said, "The young monk is a wandering monk. He has been away from home for many years and has only returned home now."

 “Your accent sounds like Songyang’s,”

The bearded defender waved his hand impatiently and said, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed a young commoner and snatched the baggage from his hand. When he saw the scattered silver inside, his eyes lit up. When he was about to take it out, his leg was hugged.

 “That’s not possible!

 Sir, this is the money I paid for my mother’s medical treatment!

 Can’t take it! "

The young man hugged the bearded leg tightly.

 “Get out of here!”

The bearded man swung his legs twice, unable to save his face. In anger, he drew out his big knife and was about to slash at the young man.

Ji Hai, who had already entered the city gate, turned around when he heard the screams. Seeing the gleaming sword, he threw the wooden fish in his hand without hesitation.

With a bang, the bearded knife fell to the ground. The young man on the ground escaped death and was so frightened that he still went to pick up the scattered silver on the ground regardless.

 “Amitabha!”

Ji Hai walked over and picked up his wooden fish, and wiped it again and again in distress. He was relieved when he saw that it was not damaged. He held the bearded fist in one hand and said, "Donor, please be merciful if you can."

"you!"

No matter how hard he tried, the bearded man couldn't break free from Ji Hai's hand. He shouted angrily, "Catch this thief!"

Immediately, seven or eight spears were stabbed at Ji Hai. Ji Hai kicked the bearded man down and flew backwards. Then he said to the people next to him, "You run away quickly."

 The people nearby didn't say a word of thanks, they all ran away in a hurry.

Ji Hai looked at the rebels rushing over. The tip of the spear was getting closer and closer. He squatted down and swept one foot towards the lower body of the rebels. The rebels all fell to the ground, covering their legs and suffering. Call.

 “Amitabha, the monk didn’t do it on purpose.”

 Ji Hai was very embarrassed.

 He has been carrying iron barrels up and down the mountain all year round. The most reliable thing is his leg skills.

 You can usually break mountains and rocks with one kick.

More and more rebels poured out of the city gate. In order to buy time for the people to escape, he directly faced the rebels. For a while, the rebels were on their backs and there was no enemy left.

“No wonder you are so arrogant, it turns out you are a third grader,”

A middle-aged man wearing black clothes walked out of the city gate on horseback. After seeing him, the rebels all stepped aside and said, "Come and take my sword!"

Ji Hai turned sideways to dodge the sword, and just as he was about to fight back, the middle-aged man's sword came at him again, and he had to retreat one after another.

 Knowing that he was outmatched, he put the wooden fish in his arms and flew away.

 “Where to run away!”

 The middle-aged man jumped off his horse and followed Ji Hai into the dense forest.

In Baiyun City, in terms of Qinggong, from the seventh rank below, except for Wang Tuozi, he is not weaker than anyone!

But he never thought that in the small Songyang City, there would be someone who could catch up with him, only half a step away!

 He was amazed!

 The prince is still right, you cannot underestimate the heroes of the world!

Seeing that the middle-aged man's sword was about to stab his back, he had to fall quickly and barely dodged the sword.

After landing, looking at the middle-aged man standing opposite, he couldn't help but groan secretly.

 The fortune telling of a blind man is inaccurate.

　　Is everything safe and sound as promised?

 The middle-aged man rushed up and stabbed him in the chest.

Ji Hai slanted his body to avoid it. The sword grazed his body and stabbed directly into a nearby tree. The big tree fell down with the sound, raising pieces of sawdust.

Ji Hai knew that there was no possibility of escape and was about to fight to the death. Suddenly a woman fell from the sky and landed between him and the middle-aged man.

 “Little monk, your kung fu is still not good enough.”

 “Amitabha.”

Ji Hai didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He never expected that Xie Jiuyun would suddenly appear in front of him.

 “Hey, is the fifth level very powerful?”

Xie Jiuyun looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Let's make a gesture between you and me."

 The middle-aged people ran away.

 “Want to run?”

Xie Jiuyun caught up with him directly, slapped him on the back, looked at his body slowly falling to the ground, and said calmly, "It's not that easy."

Ji Hai walked over, put his fingers against the middle-aged man’s nostrils, then closed his eyes and recited the Buddha’s name.

“Little monk, I saved you, don’t you thank me?”

Xie Jiuyun said with a smile.

 “Thank you, girl.”

Ji Hai said sincerely.

“You, the monk, are not that pedantic. You didn’t say anything stupid to this girl about God’s virtues in life.”

Xie Jiuyun waved his hands happily and said, "You don't have to thank me. You saved my life twice, and I owe you one more time."

 (End of this chapter)