Chapter 232: Monk Monk Fubao was covered in blood. He never thought that after all his years of dominating the martial arts world, he would be knocked down by a young man with just a few moves."Are all people in Yangzhou so powerful?" Monk Fubao said while spitting out blood. He knew that last year, several fellow disciples brought a team to Yangzhou to spread Buddhism. And then... there was no news anymore. The same goes for Yuzhou! Their Jinfo Sect was trapped in Qingzhou and Xuzhou, otherwise how could there be five Zhoutian warriors in a small temple! "Of course not!" Zhang Qiming said excitedly, "I was the best in our class! Can you fight again?" Monk Fubao felt that there were two large holes in his lungs. Every time he breathed in and out, his lungs were bleeding. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "It's up to you, the donor, to kill or chop me up!" "You have to stand up!" Zhang Qiming said to Fu Bao. Blessings are silent, they are just luck that stops the bleeding. Zhang Qiming lost interest instantly, retracted his sword energy, and said to Fusheng: "How do we deal with this guy?" Fusheng felt strange when he saw that Fubao, who had been showing off his power just now, had become a prisoner in the blink of an eye.
Is this power? Is this the world of martial arts? He shouldn't have been afraid of hardship and not practiced martial arts! However, even if it was just practicing martial arts... he was probably not as good as Fubao, and could not beat the young man in front of him. "Donor Zhang is from Yangzhou. I wonder how Yangzhou deals with such people?" Fusheng said. The man was captured by Zhang Qiming, and he knew what to say at this time. "In Yangzhou!" Zhang Qiming recalled, "Last year, Yangzhou caught a group of monks who were illegally preaching. They were soaked in a manure pit for a few days, and then they were taken away to mine." Fusheng thought of being immersed in the manure pit and said, "Killing people is not the right path..." "Indeed. Buddhism is a cesspool. If they are in the cesspool, then they are home, right?" Zhang Qiming said thoughtfully, "When I return to Yangzhou, I will definitely give a suggestion to my classmates in the Religious Affairs Department." "..." Fusheng looked at Zhang Qiming who looked serious and made sure he was not joking. Zhang Qiming turned around and looked at Fusheng, and said, "Why not hang him on the gate of the ruined temple and wait for the people of the Golden Buddha Temple to fall into my trap, so that I can kill them all." "Hang?" Fusheng said, "Won't he run away?" "No way!" Zhang Qiming casually pierced through Monk Fubao's limbs and dantian with a few sword energies, causing Monk Fubao to groan. Monk Fubao did not beg for mercy, because if Zhang Qiming fell into their hands, his fate would be even worse than this. Zhang Qiming wanted to find a rope, but where could he find one in this dilapidated temple? He had no choice but to strip off Monk Fubao's monk robes, twist them into several ropes, and hang Monk Fubao on the eaves outside the dilapidated temple. Fortunately, Monk Fubao was still wearing silk underwear, otherwise his butt would have been exposed. As for the personal belongings of Monk Fubao, such as golden Buddhist beads, golden rings, golden pipe and the like, they were naturally taken away by Zhang Qiming. Zhang Qiming looked at the golden Buddha beads as thick as his fingers, and a dozen gold rings, each of which was inlaid with jade or gemstones. He couldn't help but say, "Ten hands have twelve rings. You heavenly monks are really extraordinary!"
"Donor Zhang, you don't know that in our Golden Buddha Sect, being able to wear gold is a symbol of strength!" Fusheng explained, "In the Golden Buddha Sect, profit is everything. Being able to wear gold means that you have money to spread Buddhism, and that you have the strength to ignore the prying eyes of others." "Oh~" Zhang Qiming raised his eyebrows and said with sudden enlightenment: "Just like the male peacock in the book, it is beautiful in order to seek a mate! You monks wear gold to show that you are strong!" "The more you bring, the stronger you will be. Can we divide them into three precepts monks, five precepts monks, and ten precepts monks?" "So this is what precepts mean! The hierarchy among the high monks in heaven is really strict!" "Above the Ten Precepts Monk, is there another One Bead Monk? How terrifying!" He held up the golden Buddhist beads and pretended to be shocked. "..." What the hell are you thinking about! What are the three precepts, five precepts, or ten precepts? There is no such thing at all! A pearl is worse than a pig! Fusheng's mouth twitched, and he complained in his heart, but said on the surface: "Donor Zhang, that's a good idea!" "You are safe now, run quickly! No one from the Heavenly Monk will bother you anymore!" Zhang Qiming said, looking at the man in the corner. The man didn't say anything, but came to Zhang Qiming, knelt down and kowtowed to him. Zhang Qiming helped him up and said, "We in Yangzhou don't kneel down and bow." The man looked at Zhang Qiming, and Zhang Qiming said to him seriously: "Let's go to Yangzhou! Yangzhou is better than here!" After saying this, he stuffed him a few taels of silver for travel expenses. It’s not that Zhang Qiming was reluctant to give him the gold ring and gold Buddhist beads, but he was afraid that the gold would harm him. The man looked at the silver in his hand in disbelief. The man in front of him not only helped him, but also gave him money and showed him the way. Is this what a “hero” is? "Thank you, hero!" he said. He has a nice speaking voice. "Hmm~ hero!" Zhang Qiming thought of the two sentences at the entrance of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy, "Everyone has martial arts to practice, and everyone is a hero"! "Say it again!" Zhang Qiming said. "Thank you, hero!" The man said it again, not knowing what he meant. "That sounds great! It feels really good to be a hero!" Zhang Qiming patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go! When you get to Yangzhou, someone will bully you... Forget it, no one will bully you in Yangzhou!" "May I know your name, hero?" The man turned around and took two steps before asking again. "Zhang Qiming! Let's go!" "I will always remember your great kindness! My name is Huiping!" Huiping said. "Go! Go! Be careful on your journey! Everything will be fine once you reach Yangzhou!" Zhang Qiming was in a good mood as he watched him go away. I saved two people and beat up one person today. Very good, the diary has content written.
"Next, let's go to the Golden Buddha Temple!" Zhang Qiming said to Fusheng, "You should be familiar with it, right?" "Ah?" Fusheng was stunned and said, "Didn't Mr. Zhang say that he would wait for them to fall into his trap?" "I thought about it and decided to use my subjective initiative. I hung this guy here to attract their attention." "Since I can take down this guy alone, I guess they are definitely not a Zhoutian warrior, so..." Zhang Qiming said with a smile. Fusheng also reacted and continued, "Then, the Golden Buddha Temple must be poorly defended. With someone like me leading the way, we can easily sneak into the temple, kill the people in the temple, and then wait for them to come back!" Zhang Qiming said: "This is the real way to catch them all in one fell swoop!" People of the Golden Buddha Sect like to wear gold rings, which have appeared since Chapter 8.
(End of this chapter)