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Chapter 224: Nonsense! Join Me on a Journey to the West, or I'll Send You to the Afterlife (Part 1)
Chapter 224: Nonsense! Join Me on a Journey to the West, or I'll Send You to the Afterlife (Part 1)
It was truly unbearable, and he couldn't hold it in!
But you have to admit, Patriarch Gatlin's logic was flawless.
It's not even pornographic, and you're selling it to others as such. Isn't that taking advantage of honest people?
People buy it, get excited, take off their pants, and even prepare the paper, only to be shown a cartoon all night? Who could bear that?
Ordinary people might have to endure this silent injustice, but Short Mule...
Ahem.
Speaking of which, Short Mule wouldn't go as far as reporting it to the police.
If he had a better life, he would have just sent it back.
But back then, Patriarch Gatlin had just become Short Mule, with no money, power, or influence... That guy who sold pirated discs, his guts must be green with regret, huh?
But it's truly amusing, hey.
He could laugh about it for a year.
"You're laughing at me!"
Patriarch Gatlin suddenly realized, staring at Lin Fan with an unfriendly expression.
"No~!"
"You're clearly laughing at me, you haven't stopped!"
"I'm really not, I just..."
"Remembered something happy."
"What's so happy about it?"
"My mother pig gave birth."
"..., you're still raising pigs?" Patriarch Gatlin was taken aback, "Can you get rich by raising pigs in the Immortal Martial Continent?"
"I'm not sure about that, but our Moon Embrace Sect does raise quite a few livestock and poultry. Even if we don't sell them, they're good to eat."
"..."
"You little rascal, changing the subject, huh?"
"Hahaha, you've caught me, Senior."
"Hey, you little brat!!!"
Patriarch Gatlin also laughed out loud.
Then, he voluntarily shared many interesting stories from his past in the underworld.
For example, he had fought in illegal boxing matches to climb the ranks, almost getting beaten to death, and only winning by biting ears and gouging eyes. He then became a small gang leader...
People in the underworld called him 'Water Blower'.
He even slept with his boss's woman and fought against Wang Bao from the West District.
He also heard that a certain gang leader from a neighboring gang was killed by a reckless guy named Abu, who fought against a hundred men alone.
Most shockingly, there were several experts who looked very similar to this reckless guy. One was called Luo Tianhong, and another was an inland martial arts champion named Gao Gang...
Lin Fan listened to these stories, pondering them.
Something felt off!
Logically, Patriarch Gatlin had no reason to lie.
If what he said was true, then the world Patriarch Gatlin came from wasn't just a simple Triad movie world but a comprehensive Hong Kong movie world.
Who was Wang Bao?
That fat guy!
Abu, who fought against a hundred men? Wasn't he from 'Wolf Teeth'?
As for Luo Tianhong, he was a character from 'The Duke of Mount Deer'.
And Gao Gang was from the movie 'Black Fist'.
As for their resemblance... How could they not look alike? All three were played by 'Brother Jing'!
The Tri-Jing Battle!
It was only because Wang Bao's subordinate, 'Ah Jie', was so elusive that Patriarch Gatlin might not have recognized him. Otherwise, it wouldn't be the Tri-Jing Battle but the 'Four-Jing' Battle.
Moreover, Patriarch Gatlin knew Liang Kun and called everyone a 'Son of a Bitch'.
This world's background and elements were indeed quite complex.
Lin Fan pondered.
But the pace of their journey never slowed.
The two of them chatted and gradually moved further away.
After about half a day, Patriarch Gatlin suddenly sighed, "Ah, the past is truly in the past. No matter how much we yearn for it, we can't go back."
"Speaking of which, when I first came here, I joined the Buddhist sect because I heard that they had the lowest requirements for talent. As long as you're dark-hearted and dark-handed, you can become a big shot."
"I was determined to go back."
"I thought that becoming a 'big shot' would allow me to return, but now it seems... I might never go back in this lifetime."
"Sigh."
He sighed, gazing at Lin Fan, "Now, I can only relive those times in my midnight dreams."
"It was chaotic, and even dangerous, but it was thrilling."
"Don't worry about it. Just live in the moment."
"I miss my money..."
"I miss my little brothers..."
"And I miss my big boobs..."
"Sigh, I wonder what happened to my little brothers after all these years. Their ashes have probably been scattered, haven't they? My territory was probably taken over long ago."
"What's worse is the chaos, those sons of bitches touching all sorts of things!"
"Damn it!"
With a curse, Patriarch Gatlin put aside his emotions and pondered, "It's a pity, but the past is truly gone."
"How does that poem go again?"
"What poem? I don't remember."
"I can't remember it."
Lin Fan: "..."
"The one that goes, 'Want to buy osmanthus and brew wine together, but it's no longer like youthful wandering'?"
"Ah, that's right, those two lines!"
Patriarch Gatlin's eyes lit up, "It's beautifully written! It perfectly describes my current state of mind."
Lin Fan nodded slightly.
Just as he was about to offer some words of comfort, Patriarch Gatlin suddenly changed the topic, "By the way."
"What do those two lines of poetry mean?!"
Lin Fan: "?!?!"
No.
Didn't you just say it perfectly describes your current state of mind?
He couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't mock him.
Everyone has their own background and life circumstances. To be honest, how many Short Mules are well-educated? And how many of them truly want to be Short Mules?
Most are just influenced by the times and their environment.
"Want to buy osmanthus and brew wine together, but it's no longer like youthful wandering" – wanting to buy osmanthus, bring wine, and enjoy a carefree boat ride, but the youthful vigor and freedom of those days are long gone.
In the past, memories are like a cold wind.
"Sigh, you're a cultured man."
Barrett Patriarch heaved another sigh, "Back then, I wanted to find someone cultured and talented to be my subordinate, to be my strategist."
"Someone like Zhuge Liang, the chancellor."
"Alas, no one followed me."
"Even if I visited them three times, the Short Mule... unless he becomes a powerful figure and successfully redeems himself, there's no future for him."
"Sigh, let's not talk too much, we're here."
Barrett Patriarch rolled up his sleeves.
With a light wave.
In the seemingly empty wilderness, a large area of pavilions and buildings appeared.
Lin Fan's brows furrowed.
Before this, he hadn't noticed it at all!
"This won't do, I must quickly develop my own Double Pupil Technique."
"Even if it's far from the Double Pupil, at least I should have a pupil technique, otherwise, I can't see anything, and it's easy to get lost in someone else's path."
As he pondered.
Barrett Patriarch chuckled and blew out a breath.
Whoosh~
Sanskrit characters flashed.
The Formation that covered the entire building group, lying upside down on the ground, suddenly melted like snow meeting the sun, opening a hole.
The most shocking thing was that the Formation itself didn't react at all.
It was as if nothing had happened.
"This Formation is quite good."
"It's just that I encountered it, otherwise, ordinary people wouldn't find it so easy to enter."
He waved lightly, setting up a soundproof barrier while whispering, "Follow me, don't make any noise, or this old man will run away."
"If he runs, our plan will be at least three times more troublesome!"
Lin Fan clicked his tongue.
Obviously~
The owner of this place was also a big shot!
But who was he? The two of them cautiously entered the formation.
At the same time, Barrett Patriarch used a secret technique to hide their movements and figures, continuously approaching the core area of the building complex.
"So fragrant~!"
As soon as he got close, Lin Fan smelled a tempting aroma.
It was a meaty fragrance~!
Extraordinarily fragrant! Even the various spiritual beast meats he had eaten before paled in comparison.
"In my memory, it's probably only comparable to when I was a starving child, passing by someone's house while they were stewing meat, right?"
"Even that wasn't comparable to the fragrance, most likely I was just too hungry, and there was a psychological effect..."
"What is he stewing here?"
"Huh?"
"This old man still knows how to eat well."
"After so many years, only he's living the good life, but this time, I won't let you enjoy it alone, you old man!"
"In your dreams!"
Barrett mumbled.
Lin Fan scratched his head, feeling amused.
This Barrett Patriarch was indeed~~~
interesting!
Closer, even closer.
As they approached, the fragrance became more intense, but continuing to infiltrate was no longer realistic.
Ahead was a thatched cottage.
It seemed ordinary, but it was actually blessed with 'Buddha Light' and special power.
And at this moment, the door was tightly closed, how could they continue infiltrating?
"Shh!"
Barrett Patriarch signaled Lin Fan to be quiet, then rolled up his sleeves again, assuming a sprinting stance.
Before Lin Fan could understand his intentions, Barrett suddenly took a swift step forward.
Boom! The tightly closed door of the thatched cottage shattered instantly.
In the blink of an eye!
The speed was too fast, and Lin Fan's divine perception hadn't even had time to probe when the thatched cottage collapsed.
Immediately, a thin, old figure suddenly darted out, fleeing.
"You old man, have you gone mad?!"
"Where are you running to?!"
Barrett coldly hummed, taking decisive action.
In an instant, the Barrett appeared in his hand.
He held a cigar in his mouth, took a step forward, and stomped on a pile of junk on the ground, then pulled the trigger~
Whoosh~~~Rat-a-tat-tat!
With the recoil, Barrett Patriarch's face, covered in folds of flesh, rippled.
The terrifying speed and rate of fire were simply heaven-defying. Even with Lin Fan's full concentration, he couldn't 'count' them, and in an instant, countless bullets were fired.
Fortunately, Barrett didn't aim at the old man, only firing a burst close to his head.
But that 'gun suppression skill' left Lin Fan in awe.
"With this power and rate of fire, how strong must the recoil be? And he can still perfectly control the gun, his physical qualities are heaven-defying, can I say he's truly worthy of being a senior big shot?"
He sighed inwardly.
This Barrett was incredible.
Every bullet was outrageous, shattering space with each shot, and there were even some subtle nuances within that Lin Fan couldn't understand.
He even felt that each bullet was stronger than a full-power shot from his own Barrett.
What's more, this Barrett was probably firing thirty-six thousand rounds per breath!
Six rounds per rotation.
Over a hundred thousand rounds per breath, each one stronger than the full-power rounds of his current Barrett, and possibly much stronger. How could anyone withstand this? Lin Fan couldn't.
And the skinny old man couldn't either.
He didn't dare to run anymore. After Barrett took action, he suddenly stopped abruptly and turned around, his face filled with despair, "Barrett, what are you doing?"
"I have no grudge with you, and no enmity with Mahayana Buddhism, why are you causing me trouble?"
"Who said I'm causing you trouble?"
Barrett Patriarch put away the Barrett and waved lightly at him, "Come down!"
"Come down and talk!"
The old man wanted to curse.
Your bullets just grazed my head, just half an inch away, half an inch away, and my head would've been gone!
And you say you're not causing me trouble?
??
Isn't this just nonsense?
But circumstances are stronger than people.
He didn't dare to voice his anger and could only lower his head, standing not far from Gatlin Bodhimanda and Lin Fan.
It was at this moment that the space behind Gatlin Bodhimanda kept 'shattering,' and the 'bullets' actually returned on their own, then were gathered by a wave of his hand.
Lin Fan nodded inwardly: "Indeed, the Gatlin of Senior Gatlin has been modified. Otherwise, how could it have such power?"
"No, it shouldn't be called a modification, it should be called... Immortal Modification Gatlin?"
"What's the matter?" Lin Fan pondered, but the elder felt his face was hard to save.
Damn it!
He had been at home for thousands of years, never leaving, never causing trouble!
These years, he had been well-behaved, not offending anyone, thinking he could 'live a peaceful life,' but damn it, he was just eating hotpot and singing songs, and suddenly Gatlin came and attacked him!
The house was demolished.
He almost got shot in the head.
Who could he complain to about this?
Damn!
It was at this moment that Gatlin Bodhimanda moved the cigar from the left corner of his mouth to the right, his smile not reaching his eyes as he said, "What, are you afraid I'll sneak attack you?"
"Have you looked at your own weight? If I wanted to cut you down, it would be easy, why would I need to talk nonsense with you?"
"Besides, those who mix in the world should keep their word!"
"If I say I'll kill your whole family, I'll kill your whole family; if I say I'll talk with you, I'll talk with you!"
"Sit down!"
"What did you eat just now, that was so fragrant? Take it out and share it!"
The elder was speechless.
"That's my pet!"
"Your pet?" Gatlin sneered, "Do I not know you? Your pet is meant to be eaten, why do you act like you're suffering?"
"Unless your saliva is about to flow from your eyes?"
The elder: "..."
Is this guy just here to ruin my show?!
How can this be?
It's one thing if it's just you, but there's another person here too!
He was speechless but could only obediently take out the hotpot from his storage bag.
Of course, it wasn't a modern hotpot.
It was a hotpot fitting for the current era.
The pot bubbled, and the enticing aroma spread once more.
Gatlin Bodhimanda's eyes lit up immediately. With a wave of his hand, he conjured an Eight Immortals table and three chairs, inviting them to sit down.
He then introduced to the elder, "This is my little brother, my fellow townsman~!"
"Tang Wu, Tang Divine King~"
"Destined to become a divine king in the future, a man who will be a divine ancestor!"
The elder was shocked and couldn't help but look at Tang Wu a few more times.
To be praised so highly by Gatlin, the old king, was unprecedented.
Destined to become a divine king?
Wouldn't such a person at least have a divine body and endless prophecies coming to him?
Gatlin Bodhimanda didn't care about his thoughts and introduced to Lin Fan, "Don't look at how many hairs he has now. He's actually a bald monk, just not perverted enough to fit in with the Buddhist sects, so he's always been squeezed out."
"Finally, he couldn't mix it up anymore, so he retired here and hasn't gone out since."
"His dharma name is San Dian."
"Old monk!"
San Dian cursed, "Do you introduce people like this?"
"But I've never said it, it's true that I didn't fit in because I wasn't perverted enough, with the Buddhist sects? Nowadays, the Buddhist sects... spit!"
"What the hell!"
He cursed a few times but didn't intend to talk much.
Lin Fan wasn't in a hurry either, just bowing his fists, "Senior San Dian."
"Hmm, the young ones are to be feared."
San Dian didn't know Lin Fan's background and didn't want to talk nonsense, so he said, "The young ones are to be feared," and then, while setting out bowls and chopsticks, asked, "Old monk, what are you looking for me for?"
"Speak what you have to say, and fart what you have to fart!"
"What fart talk? Eat first, eat first!"
Gatlin Bodhimanda was really hungry.
This thing... is really fragrant!
The red, tender, and soft meat pieces, as big as fists, looked fragrant at first glance.
Lin Fan was also swallowing saliva.
Not to mention anything else.
At least in Lin Fan's two lifetimes, this monk San Dian's cooking skills were absolutely the best, the second being far behind by ten thousand miles.
"Then let's eat!"
San Dian was a bit heartbroken, but circumstances were stronger than people.
And it seemed Gatlin Bodhimanda really wasn't going to attack him, so he wasn't that worried and personally served a bowl to each of them.
Lin Fan blinked, staring at the pot.
No need to say, the pot was really full, and... a lot!
He inwardly praised it as excellent.
Just a moment ago, he was still thinking, how small this pot was!
It was only a bit bigger than an adult's palm, enough for one person, but not for three?
But then, three large bowls of meat and soup were served, and at a glance, the 'goods' in the pot didn't seem to have decreased!
He understood now.
Clearly, San Dian was really good at this.
It turned out this pot actually used the principle of Infinite in a Tiny World, containing profound spatial laws. It looked palm-sized, but inside, it could probably hold a lake!
Or even a sea?
"Tang Brother, eat, don't be polite, there's more after."
San Dian invited Lin Fan to start eating, inwardly criticizing, "No wonder this old bastard brought his fellow townsman, he hasn't even started eating and is already staring at the pot?"
"Today, I'm going to bleed big-time..."
"Eat, eat, eat, don't be polite with this old guy. Don't look at him being crazy, but when it comes to food, no one compares to him. Back in the day, I often went to him for a meal."
Gatlin Bodhimanda grinned and then started eating heartily.
One bite down, his eyes lit up.
"Fragrant, it's really damn fragrant!"
"San Dian, your skills have improved again!"
"Awesome!"
As he spoke, he took out a treasured immortal brew, filling their bowls and drinking continuously.
Lin Fan also took a bite.
And then...
He almost jumped in surprise!
"So fragrant!"
The aroma was indescribable.
It was as if the fragrance had penetrated deep into his soul.
The texture was also exquisite.
Soft and chewy, with a slight bite, the fat and lean meat intertwined, leaving him completely captivated by the scent.
(End of Chapter)
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