Chapter 229 Heavenly MonkHe had also heard a lot of rumors in Yangzhou. It is said that in Yangzhou, everyone has their own land and can support themselves. It is said that in Yangzhou, there are no ruffians or bullies, and no one can bully others. It is said that in Yangzhou, everyone can survive. Fusheng didn't believe in such rumors. The Golden Buddha Sect also said that whoever donated more money would enjoy bliss. If there really is paradise, how could it be their turn? The monk himself can enjoy it. Therefore, Fusheng did not believe such rumors at all in his heart. He only trusts himself and his own judgment. Picheng is only four or five hundred miles away from Yangzhou. If it is really that good, why don’t people from Picheng go to Yangzhou! "Yes, I am from Yangzhou. My name is Zhang Qiming." Zhang Qiming said, "I heard that a group of great monks appeared in Picheng, making people angry but not able to speak out. I am here to do justice and get rid of them!"
"A celestial monk?" Fusheng was stunned and said, "I am from Picheng. I have never heard of any celestial monk. There are only monks from the Golden Buddha Sect in the city." "As the name suggests, 'Heavenly Monks' means that this group of monks have profound knowledge of Buddhism. After hearing this, people feel that the sky is much higher, hence the name 'Heavenly Monks'." Zhang Qiming explained with a smile. …… How can the sky be so high? It's obvious that the ground has become shorter. Isn’t this referring to the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple? Fusheng felt a little ashamed that he had once been a member of the celestial monks. It was not until he became involved in the underworld that he realized the value of an ounce of gold. That is gold that can allow a person to live a stable life for several years, allow a person to build a few thatched houses, and give a person hope in life. And in the mouths of the monks in the Golden Buddha Temple, such gold is only one-tenth of their monthly alms mission. Fusheng knew that there were dozens of people like him who went out to beg for alms. With so many people, they naturally found ways to beg for alms by digging deep underground. Heavenly monk, Heavenly monk... "Let me tell you another joke!" Zhang Qiming said. He really loved to joke. He said: "In Buddhism, people go to hell after they die. One day, a high monk died and went to hell. The King of Hell asked them what they had done!" "The King of Hell will judge the sins of monks based on what they did in their lifetime." "The celestial monk said that when I was alive, the sky was three feet higher!" "The King of Hell was shocked when he heard this, and he could not help but kneel down and said, 'Master, you have profound Buddhist teachings. I am willing to convert to Buddhism and let you be the King of Hell.'" After hearing this, Fusheng couldn't help but burst out laughing and said, "Hahaha~ Your joke doesn't make sense. That King Yan must be the former senior brother who converted a long time ago!" "As expected of someone from the Golden Buddha Sect, your understanding is indeed thorough!" Zhang Qiming clapped his hands and laughed. After hearing this joke, Fusheng felt relieved. He knew that this person was here to cause trouble for the Golden Buddha Temple. He said:
"Hey! Now that the donor has said so, I know." "However, with your cultivation level, it is difficult for you to be a hero. The monks of the Golden Buddha Temple are very strong." He saw Zhang Qiming wearing a long sword, but his blood was not perfect. Like him, he had no resources when practicing martial arts and had to give up halfway. "Oh? How strong?" Zhang Qiming asked. "There are as many Zhoutian as dogs, and Qihai are everywhere in the streets!" Fusheng mocked the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple in a sarcastic manner. "He is just a Zhoutian warrior. In Yangzhou, he has only graduated from junior high school." Zhang Qiming laughed and said, "I am not talented, but I have already graduated from junior high school." "?" Fusheng looked at the man in confusion. Zhang Qiming pointed casually, and a sword energy flew out from his finger, poking a big hole in a tree next to him. "??" Fusheng was even more puzzled. No, your blood and qi are not yet complete, how can you cultivate true qi? "You... are a Qi warrior?" Fusheng widened his eyes. "Yes! What's wrong?" Zhang Qiming nodded and said, "We already had true qi when we were in the first grade." "Qi! Only when blood, qi and spirit are combined into one can they be combined into qi!" Fusheng said, "This is common sense in martial arts!" "Times have changed!" Zhang Qiming said, "A new era naturally brings new power." "???" Fusheng was even more confused and asked, "A new era?" "We are in the midst of a changing era." Zhang Qiming said, "A new era naturally brings new power. In the past, warriors needed to complete the four levels of blood, qi and spirit to become true qi warriors." "In the new era, we must learn to master true qi when we enter school, and then continue to learn and deepen it. After about six years, we can be on par with the martial artists of the qi sea in the world." "After another three years, I will graduate from the ninth grade, which is roughly equivalent to a Zhoutian warrior in the martial arts world." Fusheng still didn’t understand how someone could become a Zhoutian warrior after practicing martial arts for nine years. If you have lived for more than thirty years and still haven't seen the truth, aren't you just a loser? Zhang Qiming was still talking to himself, "I've heard from others that if I study for another three years and go through a terrible exam, I will be able to achieve perfect Qi and be comparable to a real martial artist in the martial arts world!" "It's just that Yangzhou doesn't have the conditions to train high school students right now. Junior high school students like me have to go out to work right after graduation." Fusheng... Fusheng is already numb. The real warrior who was unattainable in his eyes seemed to only need to go through a terrible test in front of this mysterious Yangzhou warrior. Is there a way to take the exam like this? He also wants to take it! "Donor, two fists cannot beat four hands. How can you face the warriors of a temple alone?" Fusheng asked again. He felt that this person was too naive.
The monks in the Golden Buddha Temple have evil hearts and even eviler hands! "Hey! Have you heard the story of Calabash Brothers saving his grandfather?" Zhang Qiming took out a piece of clothing from his backpack and gave it to Fusheng. He could see that Fusheng didn't want to die anymore. "Never heard of it." Fusheng took the clothes and put them on clumsily. The clothes were a bit loose, making him look a bit funny. Wide, because Fusheng was very thin at that time. Big because Fusheng is not as tall as Zhang Qiming. "Where is Picheng? You lead the way, and we'll talk as we walk." Zhang Qiming saw that he was weak all over and knew that he was hungry, so he took out some dry food and gave it to him. After taking a bite of the square piece of dry food handed to him by Qiming, Fusheng felt his mouth was full of fragrance and a little sweet. I just feel a little choked! But now that there is food, everything is fine. "Picheng is over here." He pointed in a direction and took the lead and said, "I am very familiar with Picheng." "Okay, okay!" Zhang Qiming said, "That's really great!" "What about the Calabash Brothers saving grandpa that you mentioned?" Fusheng asked after he felt a little stronger after taking two bites of dry food. "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and in the mountain there was a gourd peak..." Since they were free along the way, Zhang Qiming told Fusheng the story of the Calabash Brothers saving his grandfather. "Is this fucking possible?" After eating some dry food, Fusheng finally had the strength to curse. "How do you know if you don't try?" said Zhang Qiming. “……” Fusheng shook his head, feeling a little difficult. This joke is quite funny! Zhang Qiming is a pseudonym provided by a book friend. I think this name is not bad.
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