The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 479: The Killer Organization, Its Name Is Not Enough

As the saying goes, money makes the world go round. An Long was also a capable man. One month was enough to find seven substitutes who looked like Yang Yong and his seven sons. The rest was to cultivate their manners and loyalty. Although the Sui Dynasty was rich, many people starved to death. The uneven distribution of wealth was an eternal contradiction, so An Long never worried about not being able to find people to use.

Sometimes what a bushel of rice can do is truly terrifying.

During his month-long expedition, Yang Xuyan not only conquered Bi Xiuxin, Shi Qingxuan, and Yueshan, but also sought out a prime feng shui location nestled between mountains and water. Just over 200 miles from Chengdu, it was rarely visited due to its inconvenient transportation and limited local specialties. He stumbled upon this location, finding it vulnerable to attack and suitable for recuperation, and he made a note of it, intending to establish a stronghold there and train his men.

"Uncle Long, I intend to establish a Bu Tian Dao sect here, recruit abandoned children, train them from a young age, and establish a killer organization." Yang Xuyan sent precious medicines he had collected along the way and a large amount of gold and silver. "The way of heaven is to reduce the excess and replenish the deficiency. The killer organization under the name of Bu Tian Dao will be named: Bu Zhou!"

"Buzhou, Buzhou, the way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency. Buzhou, what a good Buzhou, but I'm afraid this little money is not enough to run an organization for three years." An Long himself has no shortage of wealth, and he is also one of the few big businessmen in Sichuan and Shu. He is extremely keen on financial capital. He can help Shi Zhixuan support Yang Xuyan, but he may not be willing to help Yang Xuyan support Buzhou Sect.

Yang Xuyan shook his head lightly and said nonchalantly, "With these meager treasures, I can easily find a large temple to visit and have enough to eat for three years. Besides, I can also train assassins to be self-sufficient. It's suitable for both personal use and loaning."

An Long couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this, "It would be embarrassing if the name of the killer organization is made public. Yang boy, what you want to establish is not a sect, not a killer organization, but an intelligence organization, right?" Although he was asking, there was a bit more certainty in his tone.

Yang Xuyan didn't deny it. Instead, he looked at Anlong approvingly and said, "Uncle Long, you're worthy of your name. You saw through my heart at once. What I desire is the world's best intelligence organization. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. Intelligence is always paramount. The reason why the Buddhist sect can suppress our Holy Sect is closely related to their ubiquitous temples. Even though I am not talented, I also want to establish a Holy Sect intelligence organization that can be spread all over the world."

Upon hearing this, An Long pondered the pros and cons of this matter. The more he thought about it, the more important it became. The benefits were countless, and as a businessman, he had a natural advantage in this matter. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said with a strange laugh, "Young man Yang, Uncle Long will definitely help you with this matter! But..."

"Although I have some ideas about this matter, they are just empty talk and superficial. It would be best if Uncle Long is willing to contribute manpower. Buzhou has three levels: heaven, earth, and man. Luotian is the supreme and is the top level. Houtu is the ground, which is the guarantee of military force. Man is the last level and is everywhere in the world." Yang Xuyan briefly introduced the organizational structure of Buzhou, casually gave up the power of personnel and finance, shared intelligence, and only retained the military force, which made Anlong nod slightly in appreciation.

Anlong: Yang boy is still a little too naive. You must know that wealth and money are the foundation. Without money, everything is over.

Yang Xuyan: Uncle Long comes from a business family, so his vision is not far-sighted enough. He has forgotten that talent is the foundation, force determines the right to speak, and whoever has the stronger fist is the boss.

The two laughing foxes who thought they had gained the advantage smiled at each other and began to discuss the specific matters of establishing Buzhou. Yang Xuyan divided the military support into two parts, the visible and hidden. The visible ones were the merchant guards who ensured the flow of goods throughout the world, while the hidden ones were Yang Xuyan's assassins and spies. They directly pulled most of Anlong's thugs into Buzhou, which was a pure way of getting something for nothing.

Anlong was extremely perceptive when it came to finances, and Yang Xuyan also made it clear that what Anlong Trading Company earned belonged to him personally. If he dispatched the Anbu, he would only have to pay half the price. However, using the intelligence required a certain price as operating capital for the Buzhou Anbu, and the Anbu also had its own source of income.

What is the source of income?

Assassination and begging.

Yang Xuyan casually wandered around the temples surrounding Chengdu Prefecture and gathered enough supplies to last a thousand men for three years. His cleverness left An Long dumbfounded. "You actually used the martial arts taught by Brother Shi to steal?"

Yang Xuyan rolled his eyes and said, "This is alms. These properties belong to me, so they came into my hands. How can I say they are stolen?"

An Long raised a thumbs-up and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, masters can make a fortune by sacrificing their reputation. A master of the Xiantian realm is truly unstoppable when stealing the property of ordinary pilgrims. But you're really not afraid of being punished by Brother Shi for using the methods he taught you to commit such shady deeds? Also, you just reached the Xiantian realm not long ago, and you've improved so much in just over a month away. Even if I, Uncle Long, wasn't careful, I'd probably fall victim to your tricks before."

"Also, how good are your disguise skills? Where did you learn them?" An Long suddenly found himself feeling somewhat unfamiliar with this familiar boy. Yang Xuyan chuckled and said, "Of course I learned it from my master. My master may be the Evil King, but he's also a high-ranking official at the imperial court, and he even has other identities behind the scenes. How could a disciple like me not learn a thing or two about such convenient methods?"

An Long suddenly understood what was going on and exclaimed in amazement, "As expected of Brother Shi's good disciple, you've mastered the art of hiding in three burrows. Not bad, not bad!"

For Anlong, he has only one evaluation for anything related to Shi Zhixuan: not bad, or to put it another way, very good and I like it.

Yang Xuyan had never lacked money in his previous worlds. He never thought that the skillful tactics he learned from Zhu Cong in the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes would be put to good use in this world. "Uncle Long, what do you think about the Buzhou Anbu wearing the guise of a thief from the Kong Kong Men?"

An Long's eyes lit up when he heard this. Other people's aversion to thieves is definitely not as strong as that to killers and assassins. If the killers and assassins in secret disguise themselves as thieves, perhaps they will be much better off.

After several days of destroying a large temple every day, An Long finally realized the terrifying power of Buddhism. With 480 temples and countless towers shrouded in mist and rain, Buddhism had become a behemoth that could influence the world situation. In terms of wealth in the entire Chengdu Prefecture, even he, one of the few wealthy wine merchants, could not even possess one-tenth of the wealth of Buddhism.

This is a bit scary. You have to know that Chengdu Prefecture is not an important Buddhist base, and there are no Buddhist monks or powerful people here. However, it still has such huge wealth, and there is even support from forces such as Duzun Fort behind it. So what do you think of the Buddhist forces in the Central Plains?

Buddhism has reached the point where it must be suppressed!

An Long suddenly realized that Yang Xuyan's sneaky little tricks seemed to be very effective. The sacred place of Buddhism had experienced a series of thefts against pilgrims and distinguished guests. It was a scandal no matter how you looked at it. The harm was not great but it was disgusting enough. Once these wealthy pilgrims and believers were offended, the influence of Buddhism would surely take a sharp turn for the worse.

Great! An Long couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Yang Xuyan's methods.

One day, the two of them disguised themselves as ordinary pilgrims and went to Dashi Temple. They offered ten taels of money as incense money, and then casually returned a hundred times that from other pilgrims and believers. Yang Xuyan suddenly cast his eyes on the Arhat sculptures, his expression suddenly becoming a little subtle: "Uncle Long, do you know the origins of these Arhats?"

An Long was stunned when he heard this, and curled his lips. "I'm just a wealthy businessman. I don't usually burn incense or worship Buddha. How could I possibly know such trivial matters? Dashi Temple is not a major rival. Their head monk has been dead for more than ten years. It's really impossible for you, Uncle Long, to know such trivial matters. What's going on? Is there something strange about these Arhat statues?"

Yang Xuyan walked along, gesturing quietly as he walked, and whispered, "If my guess is correct, these Arhat statues hide a profound and supreme martial art."

An Long was shocked when he heard this: "There's actually such a thing?! I wonder what kind of magical power this is from Buddhism?"

Yang Xuyan chuckled strangely and said, "That's the weird part. This technique seems to be Taoist, but it just borrowed the Buddhist symbols and Arhat images."

"What a great way to lay eggs by borrowing chickens! Wonderful, wonderful!" An Long was in high spirits. "How much can you comprehend, kid?"

"You can probably understand about 30-50% of it after one walk, and you should be able to learn it all in three days."

"In that case, order people to destroy all these Arhats in three days."

"Uncle Long, why bother with this? This Taoist Kung Fu requires both aptitude and understanding, and also some Taoist opportunity. It's impossible for a Buddhist disciple to learn it. Destroying it is not a big deal, but secretly leaving our forged mark in a hidden place on these Arhat statues is a great way to go."

"Hehe, you're still the shrewd one. It's a good move for you to occupy the nest. Uncle Long, the master of counterfeiting, is helping you. You don't want to leave the names of Buzhou or Butiandao here, do you?"

"No, the name my nephew wants to leave behind is: Xiaoyao!"