Chapter 239: Color Sect and Xiang SectDespite the strange looks from other people in the soup restaurant, Zhang Qiming calmly drank his soup. He had heard about all the nosy people these days. But he didn't care. If you do something that makes you unhappy because of other people's opinions, wouldn't that be stupid? But these few days, he probably understood why no one in the world was doing justice. Because it's useless. During the days he was waiting for the bald donkey from the Golden Buddha Temple, he meddled in a lot of other people's business. As a result, Picheng is still the same Picheng. He is still the same person, but his enthusiasm has been greatly dampened. In the past few days, he was strolling around the streets, and whenever he saw something he didn't like, he would take action to deal with it. Now we only deal with it when we encounter it.
The world of Jianghu is not only a cesspool, but also a big dye vat. After drinking the soup and eating the pancakes and paying the bill, Zhang Qiming left the soup restaurant. He hadn't walked two steps when he saw an old man in front of him turn around and say, "What a fate, little brother! We meet again!" Zhang Qiming looked at the old man in brocade robes who was in the soup restaurant just now and said, "Where is the fate?" "It's the Nangong family!" Nangong Di said, "I'm Nangong Di, the third uncle of the Lord of Picheng. I have a business deal I want to discuss with you!" "Could it be that City Lord Nangong was killed?" Zhang Qiming said thoughtfully. "What nonsense are you talking about!" Nangong Di frowned and said, "The city lord and I have a deep relationship as uncle and nephew. We have no grudges against each other. How could I kill him? Besides, you are so capable, and you want to kill him? Are you kidding me!" "Little did you know that strategy is also part of ability!" Zhang Qiming smiled faintly. Nangong Di looked Zhang Qiming up and down. He originally thought that Zhang Qiming was a young man who liked to meddle in other people's business and was probably an impulsive and reckless person. He didn't expect... "Then what business are you talking about?" Zhang Qiming continued to ask. "If my guess is correct, you must be related to the Golden Buddha Temple!" Nangong Di looked at Zhang Qiming and said tentatively. Zhang Qiming wanted to deny it, but suddenly he had an idea, put his hands together and emitted Buddha light, and said nonsense: "Yes! I am a monk from the Xiang Sect of the Golden Buddha Temple, and I came from Yangzhou to spread the Dharma. The Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng belongs to the Se Sect." The Buddha's light was something he learned these days when he was free and studying the Tathagata's Forbidden Flame. He was still thinking about the letter of commendation from the steel plant. "Xiang Sect? Se Sect?" Nangong Di asked puzzled. Zhang Qiming said without blinking, "Yes, you may not know that the Golden Buddha Temple has been divided into the Color Sect and the Appearance Sect since ancient times." "A few hundred years ago, the Xiang Sect was in the ascendant, emphasizing the equality of all beings, without color or form." "But about two hundred years ago, the Golden Buddha Temple was invaded by foreign enemies, and the sect suffered heavy losses. But the people of the Se Sect were even more shameless. They attacked our Xiang Sect and made us exiled." "Now, now our Xiang Sect has launched a reckoning against the people of the Se Sect. It's not that we in the Xiang Sect care, but we want to tell the world that what we lost in the Xiang Sect must be taken back!" While recalling the extracurricular reading books in junior high school and piecing these messy things together, Zhang Qiming spoke out with great emotion, which stunned Nangong Di.
What is the color sect and the appearance sect? It turns out that the bald men in the Golden Buddha Temple all do it, so they belong to the color sect! This makes sense. What is this "What is lost must be taken back!"? It's really cool! Moreover, with so many twists and turns and such a high profile, it must not be fake. "Do you know the Master's Dharma name?" Nangong Di felt the gritting of teeth in Zhang Qiming's voice at the end, which inadvertently revealed the aura of a top Zhoutian warrior, which made Nangong Di look up to Zhang Qiming. This is how the Jianghu works. The strong are respected. "My Buddhist name is..." Zhang Qiming thought about it and thought of the extracurricular books he read. He said nonsense: "Yideng." “Yideng? I know the generations in the Golden Buddha Temple. They are Guang, Guang, Fu, Hui, and this generation…” Nangong Di felt that the Buddhist name Yideng did not fit in with the style of the Golden Buddha Temple. Zhang Qiming reacted quickly and said seriously: "It's normal that the donor doesn't know. Because in terms of seniority, I am their grandfather or ancestor." “Huh?” Nangong Di was stunned. "The Xiang Sect of our Golden Buddha Sect is living abroad and has few successors. Isn't it normal that our seniority is higher than theirs?" Zhang Qiming explained. The eldest grandson of the eldest son is the youngest grandfather, this is usually the case in most families. Just like he, Nangong Di, is the third child, several decades older than his eldest nephew, and several decades younger than his eldest nephew's father. "That's indeed the case!" Nangong Di calculated and found out that this was the case. "Now, on behalf of the Golden Buddha Sect and the Xiang Sect, I have dealt with this bunch of evil disciples in Picheng, and am about to settle accounts with them one by one!" Zhang Qiming put his palms together and said with murderous intent. Anyone who sees Zhang Qiming at this moment will definitely say, what an evil monk! Nangong Di now completely believed Zhang Qiming's words and said, "Master Yideng, it is a coincidence that my business is related to the Golden Buddha Temple." "Well? Donor, you might as well just say it." Zhang Qiming had a solemn look on his face. He had already immersed himself in the role. He is now the grandfather of the group of bald monks in the Golden Buddha Temple. He must be steady and not laugh. "Let's go to the teahouse in front and talk!" Nangong Di pointed to the teahouse not far away. After breakfast, drink tea if you have nothing to do. This is what a comfortable life is. "it is good!" The two of them arrived at the teahouse. The private room at the highest point in the teahouse with the best view was naturally reserved for the Third Master. After the hot water came up, Nangong Di took a sip of tea and said, "After the Golden Buddha Temple was deserted, naturally no one in the city would beg for alms. The alms-begging business in the city was vacant." There is only one Buddhist temple in the whole Picheng, which is the Jinfo Temple, and the only monks who beg for alms are from the Jinfo Temple. "Oh? What the donor means is..." Zhang Qiming knew what Nangong Di meant, but he pretended to be confused. "For example, if the master wants to take over this area from the city lord, he can recruit disciples and start begging for alms. If he is not interested, he can naturally subcontract it to other temples!" Nangong Di said with a smile: "Even if the master does nothing, it is still a considerable income. Isn't this a good business?" It turns out they want me to be the general contractor! Zhang Qiming understood it in his heart, and said: "Hey, 80% to 20% is really not profitable." "What do you mean 80-20? It's 90-10!" Nangong Di corrected. "Jiuyi Kai works for the city lord. I might as well beg for alms and be self-sufficient!" Zhang Qiming shook his head and said.
Nangong Di said: "Master, this is wrong. There are many things to say about this kind of contract. For example, Zhou Xian, who contracted in Picheng before, built a road. I don't know how much money he made!" “He is truly an idol of my generation!” Zhang Qiming said: "May I ask what happened to Mr. Zhou?" "Oh, I earned too much and didn't give much to my eldest nephew, so he beat me to death!" It’s all nonsense!
(End of this chapter)