Chapter 230: Crazy Money-Making
The Monk and Daoist, fighting for their lives, were willing to give up anything. Lin Yun almost had to admire them. Their mouths were like machine guns, unleashing a constant barrage of flattery in his direction.
They hailed Lin Yun as a peerless genius, the sole honored one in heaven and on earth, and the most handsome man alive. In short, they were using every praiseworthy word they could conjure up.
"Alright, alright, that’s enough," Lin Yun cut in, unable to listen anymore. "I can spare you, but you must become my servants for three years. After that, I’ll set you free."
Lin Yun had expected them to hesitate, but they accepted almost instantly, without a moment’s consideration. It was clear they were genuinely afraid he would kill them.
"Yes, yes, of course, Young Master Lin! From now on, you are my master! I’ll turn from my righteous ways, forsake the Buddha, and place my faith in you!" the Monk said with seeming sincerity.
"That’s right, that’s right! Belief in Young Master Lin grants eternal life! I, the Daoist, will follow Young Master Lin’s every lead," the Daoist chimed in.
Their eyes were so sincere that if Lin Yun hadn’t already understood their dispositions, he might have actually believed them.
Lin Yun knew that the only way to make them obedient was to control them. These two were cowards who clung to life and feared death. As long as he held their lives in his hands, they wouldn’t dare make a move.
He ordered Little Ape to watch over the two of them. With their meridians sealed by Lin Yun, they were powerless, and Little Ape’s strength was more than enough to keep them completely subdued.
Mounting the Black-striped Tiger, Lin Yun took the lead. The Monk and Daoist followed behind the tiger’s rear, sheepish grins on their faces. As for Little Ape, it lounged lazily on the Monk’s shoulder.
After a long detour, Lin Yun made his way back to the main road, where the travelers there witnessed a bizarre scene.
An ordinary-looking young man rode a majestic and imposing Black-striped Tiger. Following behind him were a fat Monk and a thin Daoist. The two seemed terrified of the youth on the tiger’s back, constantly showering him with flattery, their faces plastered with fawning smiles.