401: Chapter 401 The Beauty Trap

Han Jingyang rubbed his forehead.

He was truly busy.

There were problems everywhere.

What kind of trouble could arise in Dongpo Village?

Hadn't the matters in Dongpo Village already been resolved?

However, he had quite a deep connection with Dongpo Village, so he didn't refuse. Instead, he told Zhou Jianjun to explain slowly while he waited for Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing to finish clearing the scene.

Meanwhile.

Inside a room without windows.

Seven people sat on a sofa, staring at a large monitor on the wall.

The monitor was playing the scene from Huang Zhiyun's private room. In the footage, Shi Xiaoya, Liu Jing, and Yang Jinyuan were happily looting the bodies, while Zhang Zhiyang, as if he didn't see a thing, was cordoning off the scene and turning away customers. Everyone was busy with their own tasks, not interfering with each other, yet everything was orderly and harmonious.

It wasn't until Liu Jing and the others finished collecting their spoils and left that Zhang Zhiyang took over the scene and cut the surveillance feed.

After a long silence, the middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle sitting in the center sighed. "Let's all speak up. What should we do?"

No one answered.

Several minutes later, a young woman in her thirties said dejectedly, "This Han Jingyang is too outrageous. He's outrageously strong and outrageously bizarre. I've investigated him; his life was very ordinary. Before this year, he had no contact with any major sects. He only visited Thousand Buddha Mountain, the Shaolin Temple, Mount Lao, and Mount Longhu while traveling, but he always went and returned on the same day. He had no conditions to apprentice under anyone."

"Could it be a folk expert from near his home?"

"No. The first thing I investigated was Han Jingyang's life trajectory from childhood to adulthood. I even checked the old man who guarded the gate at his kindergarten. There's absolutely nothing. And..."

"And what?"

"And Han Jingyang's life was very ordinary. Even his academic achievements, which he might take pride in, were only slightly better than an average person's. If he had truly been practicing since childhood, his life would definitely have had extraordinary aspects. But Han Jingyang didn't—not at all. He couldn't even hold onto his own woman. If he really had ability, he definitely wouldn't have failed to keep a hold of such a vain woman."

"Then your meaning is..."

"My meaning is that he must have obtained some kind of fortuitous encounter."

"A fortuitous encounter?"

"Yes, something that happened within these past two or three months."

"Zhao Yufen, have you been reading too many novels? A 'fortuitous encounter'? Why don't you say he got a golden finger after being electrocuted? Hahaha. I told you long ago to stop reading that messy junk all day, but you just won't listen. You hug your phone all day, reading wherever you go. Look at yourself, where is there even a shred of an expert's demeanor? You're just a damn delusional old woman."

"Yang Zheng, are you looking for death?"

"Am I not stating facts?"

"You—"

"Enough! If you want to argue, go outside!"

There was another long silence.

The middle-aged man with the slicked-back hair said with a dark face, "Continue. No one is allowed to go off-topic, and no one is allowed to argue."

"I still stand by what I said: continue to observe. This Han Jingyang is too bizarre. We know nothing about him. Every time we test him, we pay a heavy price, and every time, he pulls out some trump card we didn't expect. Setting aside everything else, just look at his physical fitness. Is that the level of an average person? Before, Zhao Yufen said Han Jingyang's physical fitness was very weak, just at an ordinary person's level. Heh."

Zhao Yufen let out a muffled grunt. "The previous investigation results were just like that. It's not like I faked them."

"It doesn't matter what it was like before. In any case, the physical fitness Han Jingyang is displaying now is very strong. He can kick open such a thick solid wood door with one kick. He's a practitioner with at least ten years of experience, and he must be a practitioner of authentic leg techniques. An ordinary practitioner couldn't kick it open even after twenty years of training. I've been there; that private room was specially built, and the door panel is exceptionally thick."

"Then we're in big trouble. Han Jingyang not only has so many powerful and bizarre dharma instruments, but now he also has decent kung fu. He's even harder to deal with."

"Anyway, that's the situation. We should formulate a strategy sooner rather than later."

"How about we observe a little longer?"

"Observe how? By being a bystander?"

"Of course not," Zhao Yufen said seriously. "Arrange for people to approach him in various ways, just like that long-legged girl from Taiwan. She was originally an enemy, but in a few moves, she became one of his own. We can operate according to this line of thinking. Doesn't he like women? We might lack everything else, but we don't lack young, beautiful women. Arrange for a few more; one of them is bound to succeed in becoming his woman. At that point, wouldn't it be much easier to do whatever we want?"

Everyone looked at each other.

But they had to admit it was a good plan.

Because there really were no other options; they had to use a honey trap.

As the saying goes, even a hero struggles to pass the test of a beauty.

It just so happened that the thing Han Jingyang had the most of around him were beauties. He was clearly a lecherous person, so prescribing the right medicine was naturally a good plan.

Zhao Yufen added, "Before the honey trap succeeds, I hope everyone can hold back. Don't go and harass him again. It's best if we all disappear for a while and act as if nothing happened. Everyone, our losses are heavy enough. Old Huang and Old Wang, such veterans, were gone just like that. With them gone, our setup in Quancheng is nearly paralyzed. Relying on Old Huo alone is clearly not enough. Old Huo still has other matters to handle, especially the mess left behind by Zhang Dahai. What do you say?"

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"I have no objections."

"..."

Dongpo Village.

The back mountain.

Han Jingyang and the others followed Zhou Jianjun to the side of Huang Jianyong's foster mother.

According to Zhou Jianjun, when they were building a small temple around Huang Jianyong's foster mother, the construction did not go smoothly. All sorts of accidents kept occurring, and yesterday three people were injured in a row, so the workers didn't dare to start working anymore.

This was indeed a big deal.

It was a big deal for Dongpo Village.

It was also a big deal for him.

Huang Jianyong's foster mother, which was that large elm tree that had condensed its true form, was his test subject for pondering the deep rules of this world. If he could figure out something, the benefits would be quite substantial.

Even if he didn't need it himself, he could use it for those around him.

It could even be used as a favor to give away, which would be quite acceptable.

If it could be mass-produced, he could also obtain a stable way to make money.

What kind of way to make money?

Creating gods.

On this land, temples of all sizes are as numerous as the stars, and all kinds of gods are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.

But those that are efficacious are extremely rare.

If one could mass-produce gods, calculating based on the folk foundation of over a billion people, what a massive market this would be?

As long as it could be done, just thinking about it was frightening.

And the influence it would bring would also be unparalleled.

Of course, he certainly wouldn't mess around just to make money, but whether he was willing to do it and whether he could do it were two different things, just like whether one uses a sword and whether one has a sword are two completely different states.

Therefore, upon hearing that an accident had occurred with Huang Jianyong's foster mother, he rushed over to check the situation.

He went straight under the large elm tree and stared at the tree, looking up and down, but he couldn't find the shadow of the old lady anywhere.

Gone missing?

Or did she hide?

Or did some accident happen?

Han Jingyang frowned, walked to the side of the large elm tree, and patted it. There was no reaction.

He turned his head to observe the surroundings for a moment, then asked Zhou Jianjun with a grave expression, "Have any strangers been here in the past few days?"