Assassin Farmer Chapter 130 (Part 1)
Translated by Pure
Edited by NovaLeir
Chapter 130 Yun Luo Pagoda (Part 1)
Rong Xi Camp used to be a self-sufficient village in the mountains. The village was situated beside a stream and nestled against the mountain. The villagers earned a living by hunting, fishing and cultivating rice terraces – living adequate lives.
There were around ten families in the entire village with about seventy or eighty people, including the elderly and the children. They lived in houses made by stacking stones on the mountainside.
“Great Hero, we don’t dare to lie. If the Rong City’s Castellan didn’t force the men of our camp to work two or three years, let alone robbing, we would even return the bag of money picked it on the road.” The leader explained gingerly, leading Lin Si Yao to a stone house in the middle of the mountainside.
“Recruited for what?” Lin Si Yao looked around. Indeed, just as the man had told him, there was an old woman around eighty years old and a month-old infant in swaddling clothes.
“I only heard it from the others. Seems we have to go and build a pagoda or a tower on a mountain in the East.” The man scratched his head, telling Lin Si Yao all the information he knew.
“Which pagoda?” Lin Si Yao asked in a low tone; eyes darkening.
“Err… Which pagoda? The name is… Hey! Guang Zi, do you remember the name of that pagoda?” He frowned, thinking for a while, but couldn’t remember the name, so he asked the younger man – who was also the one who had reminded him to not forget to take the carriages.
“… Yun Luo Pagoda. Yeah, right, it’s Yun Luo Pagoda,” the teenager confirmed with a clap of his hands and a nod of his head.
Lin Si Yao’s hands were balled into fists. Good! Rong City's Castellan could've taken the money he had given to Yun Luo Pagoda.
Immediately, Lin Si Yao turned around, throwing the chief a heavy bag of money. Then, he sprung, heading down the mountain until the thick tree branches covered his figure.
“…Boss…We… We had almost kicked an iron plate…” the teenager said fearfully, pointing to the direction Lin Si Yao had vanished.
Right, if the one who had defended them hadn’t been that mischievous young man but this cold-faced man, they would have been all killed. At this moment, perhaps they would have reunited with their ancestors in King Yama’s hall.
“Guang Zi! How many coins are in… here?” The man pointed his shaking hands toward the open bag of money. He had only seen silver fragments in bean-sized pieces; he'd never seen silver ingots before. He and the teenager came and carefully calculated. Heavens! There were seventy silver ingots. That man had just casually given them seventy ingots. Who was he? Even if all the able-bodied men in their village were forced to build a pagoda, the women, children, and elderly who remained at home would not go hungry.
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“You tell them that we will make a detour around Mount Qi Yun in the East of Rong City. We’ll depart right now.” Lin Si Yao returned to where the others were resting. He quickly ordered Situ Yun and then picked Su Shuilian before jumping into the carriage.
“Did something happen?” Su Shuilian broke the steamed bun she had heated and stuffed it with meat and pickled radish from the inn, handing it to Lin Si Yao.
“Nothing important. It’s just the Yun Luo Pagoda on Mount Qi Yun that sheltered me for eight years. Don’t you want to go there and see?” he asked while smiling, receiving the bun from her.
Su Shuilian knew he wanted to change the topic. Otherwise, he would not want to make a detour so suddenly.
When night fell, the carriages had finally arrived at Mount Qi Yun, the border between Rong City and Gan Ming City. Mount Qi Yun, as its name implied, had clouds covering the peak making it look as if it touched the sky.
After ten years of changes and development, Qi Yun Town by the foothills wasn’t a small village with several houses seventeen years ago. It had become an important, bustling town that connected the two cities in the West and in the East. Moreover, during the two recent years, Rong City’s Castellan had favored Yun Luo Pagoda on the mountain, which also made people rumor that Qi Yun Town to be a holy-land. Every day, so many pilgrims came to visit the pagoda.
“Are you going to visit Yun Luo Pagoda? Luckily, our inn still has several suits. They should be enough. Tomorrow, the weather will be pretty nice. You can go to the mountain to watch the sunrise. The sunrise on Mount Qi Yun is also an attraction. Many tourists come here just to behold it.”
Yue Rong Inn, the biggest inn in Qi Yun Town, was built and managed by Rong City’s Castellan. It was a two-story courtyard with forty standard rooms and around ten single rooms, which was enough to host only one person. The entire inn could accommodate more than a hundred people at once.
Situ Yun greeted the receptionist and requested six magnificent rooms, one of which could accommodate three people: Yang Jing Zhi, Qing Lan, and Blood Union's female bodyguard Jian Yue. The four drivers stayed in the twin rooms on the first floor near the lobby to take care of their horse carriages.
It was around 9pm when everything was finally arranged for the group. People took their dinner in the lobby before returning to their rooms to rest.
Tomorrow morning, they will go to the mountain.
“Senior Uncle?” Situ Yun opened the door and saw Lin Si Yao's stern face.
“I’m going to the mountain. Stay alert.” Lin Si Yao commanded indifferently.
“..Ok…” Situ Yun nodded. Through the window, he watched Lin Si Yao turn and leave the inn, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
“Did something happen?” A cold voice similar to Lin Si Yao’s sounded from behind him. Situ Yun turned around to face Jian Heng, who was focusing on cleaning his sword. He didn’t speak, as if trying to confirm that he was the one who had just spoken.
“It’s not a concerning tone.” Situ Yun rolled his eyes. He turned and lay on his bed. He looked as if he was sleeping but actually, he was concentrating on the commotion outside the corridor. As his Senior Uncle wasn’t here, the safety of his beautiful sister and the twins in the wet-nurses’ room diagonally opposite to his room was his biggest responsibility.
As for Lin Si Yao, he had put force into his feet and quickly climbed Mount Qi Yun, arriving at Yun Luo Pagoda, the familiar place in his memory.
