Chapter 230: Bah! Disgusting On the way to Picheng, Fusheng talked to Zhang Qiming about the past of the Golden Buddha Temple."It's black, it's really black!" Fusheng said what was in his heart. He had wanted to say this for a long time, but no one listened or cared when he said it. "No wonder our teacher said not to beat people to death with a stick. There are still people like you who will starve to death in the Golden Buddha Temple." Zhang Qiming listened to Fusheng's words and said while thinking about everything in the Golden Buddha Temple. "It's just that I'm a wimp. My fellow disciples are all warriors with great abilities. How can I compare to them?" Fusheng said self-deprecatingly. "We're almost at Picheng, let's find a place to stay first!" Zhang Qiming said when he saw a big city appearing in the distance. "Okay! I know a dilapidated temple where we can stay." Fusheng said, "I've lived there for a few days." "A ruined temple?" Zhang Qiming said, "That's fine." He has never lived in a dilapidated temple. Picheng is the smallest city in Xuzhou, but most of the buildings inside have red pillars and flying eaves, which are completely different from the flat four-cornered buildings in Yangzhou. Zhang Qiming watched with great interest. He bought some food and went to the dilapidated temple he mentioned with Fusheng.
What they didn't expect was that there was another person in the dilapidated temple, and that person seemed to be a down-and-out person as well. He was dirty, had messy hair, and his face was so dark that it was impossible to see his features clearly. He was hiding in a corner of the ruined temple, looking at the two of them with a little fear in his eyes. The temple was really shabby and dirty everywhere, which was totally inconsistent with Zhang Qiming's clean appearance, but Zhang Qiming still sat down on the ground. He took out the buns he bought on the road, gave one to Fusheng, and said to the man in the corner, "Hey, want one?" The man looked at the buns in Zhang Qiming's hand with his eyes flashing. Seeing him like this, Zhang Qiming knew that he wanted to eat, so he threw the bun over and said, "Take it." The bun fell steadily into the man's arms. He picked up the bun and began to eat it voraciously. Just after he finished eating, he saw a few more buns in his arms, all of which were thrown to him by Zhang Qiming. "You shouldn't eat too much either. People who have been hungry for a long time may easily die of overeating if they suddenly eat too much!" Zhang Qiming said as he looked at Fusheng who was also eating voraciously. Fusheng hadn’t eaten meat for many days, and even the meat filling in the buns made him enjoy it very much. He had never thought meat buns could be so delicious! "You know what? You've been hungry!" Fusheng said. "Yes! Eight years ago, Jicheng was hit by a disaster. My family and I hid in the mountains." Zhang Qiming said, "I almost starved to death, and my father almost took me away to be exchanged for another child." "Infinite Life Buddha!" Fusheng chanted the Buddha's name, and he naturally knew the meaning of "change". Hearing Fusheng chanting the Buddha's name, the people hiding in the corner seemed to be frightened. They glanced at Fusheng and curled up in the innermost part of the dilapidated temple. Zhang Qiming naturally noticed him and said, "Later, Dean Shi came to Jicheng, and I survived." "Is Yangzhou really that good?" Fusheng suddenly asked. "I think Yangzhou is not a good place. They control too much and there is too much knowledge to learn and it is too tiring. After graduation, I still have to be arranged by them and have to go to work. Can't I wander around the world and be a real hero?" Zhang Qiming recalled. “But after I finally made it out of Yangzhou, I could not help but feel the goodness of Yangzhou all the time.” "Yangzhou is good, no one is bullied here. If there was a great monk in Yangzhou, he might be hanged on a tree the next day." Zhang Qiming said with a sneer.
Fusheng looked at Zhang Qiming without saying anything. He really hoped that Zhang Qiming could get rid of the Golden Buddha Temple, but he knew that it would be difficult for Zhang Qiming to do it alone. So, he said, "Since the donor has a relationship with Yangzhou, why not call someone to come with you? This way, the risk will be smaller." "Yangzhou has its own plans. I..." Zhang Qiming was talking when he suddenly looked up at the door of the dilapidated temple. "Someone is coming!" he said. Anyone who can make him so alert must not be an ordinary person. Fusheng also became alert, and heard the commotion outside, and vaguely heard someone talking: "He's in there, surround this place!" "This is the world of martial arts!" Zhang Qiming looked at the messy crowd outside the dilapidated temple and said something that Fusheng could not understand. "Teacher has analyzed that dilapidated temples and dilapidated houses are places where unemployed people live, so they tend to gather people from all walks of life. It's not that there are many adventures in dilapidated temples, but that people who encounter adventures are in dilapidated temples!" Seven or eight monks came into the small courtyard of the dilapidated temple, and Fusheng recognized the head monk. "Brother Fubao!" Fusheng recognized this man. Fu Bao was still wearing gold and silver, and holding a large pure gold pipe in his yellowed hands inlaid with gems, puffing smoke as he walked. He saw someone calling him senior brother, frowned and looked at Fusheng for a long time before he recognized Fusheng. "You... are the one who was eliminated at the end?" Fu Bao pointed at Fu Sheng with his cigarette money and said, "Weren't you kicked out of the temple?" "I have left the Golden Buddha Temple." Fusheng said. Fu Bao laughed and said, "What do you mean by leaving the Golden Buddha Temple? You were kicked out of the Golden Buddha Temple. You are a loser who can't even complete the monthly alms-begging task. How dare you call me Senior Brother?" "What is your identity? What is my identity?" Fubao said this without even looking at Fusheng, whose face had turned the color of pig liver. He saw the man curled up in the corner of the dilapidated temple, looked at him carefully, and said, "Hmm...it's you. You made it so hard for us to find you! The lecherous monk." "Hmm..." The man was frightened and shook his head. "What is a lustful monk?" Zhang Qiming asked Fusheng secretly. "This..." Fusheng was a little embarrassed and whispered, "The Buddhist precepts require not to commit adultery, but they don't say whether it's male or female." "That must be female beauty." Zhang Qiming said, "How can I give up male beauty?" "That's right, so it's not okay to break the taboo on sex. But what about breaking the taboo on men?" Fusheng's voice was as soft as a mosquito. "Huh?" Zhang Qiming was stunned. Together with you... "Disgusting, so disgusting!" Zhang Qiming felt his worldview was shaken. He looked at Fusheng and said, "Bah! This is so fucking disgusting!" "Shh..." "Isn't it said that only the bald donkeys of the Seeking Color Sect would be like this?" Zhang Qiming looked at Fubao in the distance as if he was looking at a pile of feces. "The Jianse Sect was once a branch of the Jinfo Sect!" Fusheng said again in an almost inaudible voice. "...You bunch of bald donkeys really know how to have fun!" Zhang Qiming felt that he was not clean just by hearing about the secrets of Buddhism. He said as if he had eaten a fly: "Buddhism is really a fucking cesspool!"
"Donor, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!" Fubao said, blowing out a smoke ring. He looked at this man who was making a lot of noise, as if he was looking for death! Monk Fubao appeared a long time ago.
(End of this chapter)