Chapter 243: Which period are you from Qingshan?"I'm going back to Yangzhou. Do you want to go with me?" Zhang Qiming, whose body was charred, asked Fusheng. No one expected that after offending the Lord of Picheng, he did not run far away, but came to the Golden Buddha Temple. The most dangerous place is the safest place. He just took a walk through the City Lord's Mansion and felt really sick. What a crap Nangong Zhao, he's just a smug villain! What's the point of making money? It's just like having shit stuffed into your mouth! Pooh! nausea! Damn it, the world of martial arts is really a cesspool! It was a mistake for me to step into the world of martial arts! He wants to go back to Yangzhou to call people and kill all these idiots! "I don't want to go anywhere. This is my home." Fusheng said slowly as he looked at the person hanging on the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. In the past few days, the dead bodies have started to stink and some unknown liquid has begun to drip from their bodies. The entire Golden Buddha Temple hall stinks to the point of being unbearable.
But Fusheng could endure it, and even ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures normally in the Golden Buddha Temple, just like before. He was not afraid of those hanging people. "." Zhang Qiming felt that Fusheng was getting more and more crazy. When he was saving him, he was quite normal. It's so weird. "You will die here!" said Zhang Qiming. Whether it is the Nangong family in Picheng or the Golden Buddha Temple, they all have to consider life and death. "It's good for me to die in my own home." Fusheng looked at the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. He continued, "In the past, there were wine ponds and meat forests. Today, there are Buddhist temples and corpse forests." "It's really Ya!" Damn you! Zhang Qiming felt that among the people he met in the underworld, there seemed to be few normal ones. Forget it, let’s just ignore him. You can save people temporarily, but you can never save them forever. Zhang Qiming turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped. Why can’t we save people forever? Is it possible that the first person he rescued after entering the martial arts world is going to die here? Wouldn’t it be a waste of time to save him? Once he leaves, he might never see Fusheng again. I thought of the first time I saw Fusheng, that skinny, naked monk who was about to hang himself. Zhang Qiming found it hard to understand at the time: a monk has arms and legs and can beg for alms, so how could he starve to death? Now, he understood a little.
To survive, you also need hope. A life without hope is meaningless, it is better to die at home. For Fusheng, there was no hope and purpose in life. In addition, he had already offended the entire Golden Buddha Temple by hanging it in the main hall. In front of other people in the Golden Buddha Temple, he was like an ant. It is better to die at home than to die outside. "Do you know how to read?" Zhang Qiming turned around and looked at Fusheng. Fusheng looked at the people hanging below the main hall with admiration. Their bodies were as tall as the Buddha statues and Arhats in the main hall. "I have studied Buddhist scriptures diligently since I was young, so of course I can read," he said. Although some monks can recite scriptures, they are illiterate. Zhang Qiming's question was not nonsense. "That's great! We in Yangzhou are short of literacy teachers, you can come and make a contribution to Yangzhou!" said Zhang Qiming. "Poor monk!" Before Fusheng could finish his words, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes and was knocked unconscious. Zhang Qiming carried him and flew away from Picheng with Buddha's light all around him. It can be said to be a close mockery! When Nangong Zhao was having a good time with Meiji, he suddenly heard Nangong Feng reporting! When he came out with his pants held up, he saw that Zhang Qiming had already left Picheng. "Golden Buddha Temple!" Nangong Zhao slapped several beauties to death with one palm, and collapsed a house, and said with gritted teeth. He and that group of bald donkeys are irreconcilable! After mocking Nangong Zhao, Zhang Qiming and Fusheng rushed all the way to Yangzhou, and Zhang Qiming's legs were sore from running. Finally, at night, we arrived at the border between Yangzhou and Xuzhou. "Ah! Yangzhou! My home! I'm finally back!" As soon as he arrived in Yangzhou, Zhang Qiming knelt on the official road of Yangzhou and said loudly: "The air in Yangzhou is sweet!" He finally left Xuzhou, this cesspool, how could the air not be sweet! "." Fusheng, with a look of despair on his face, watched Zhang Qiming perform abstractly. How come this guy couldn't understand what people were saying? I told him not to come to Yangzhou, but you insisted on bringing him here. You're really crazy! "Why don't we separate now? The donor goes to Yangzhou, and I return to Picheng." Fusheng said. "We're already in Yangzhou? Why go back? I remember there seems to be a contact point nearby!" Zhang Qiming thought for a while, identified the geographical location and said. "Let's go!" Zhang Qiming grabbed Fusheng and flew towards a small village beside a river in the distance. "Put me down and let me go back!" Fusheng shouted in the sky. Soon, he was speechless. It's windy. Wangtian Village is named Wangtian Village because there are people with the surname Wang and Tian in the village.
Also, because Wangtian Village is closest to Xuzhou, there is a person from the Jiang'an Bureau who is directly under the Reform Association in Wangtian Village. The full name of Jiang'an Bureau is Jianghu Security Bureau. The person from Jiang'an Bureau in Wangtian Village is named Zhou Jiaxing. He is in his early twenties and has graduated from Qingshan Martial Arts Academy in the sixth grade for more than a year. During school, he was assigned to the Jiangan Bureau because he was meticulous and quick-witted despite his age. He was familiar with the northern part of Yangzhou and the southern part of Xuzhou, so he went to Wangtian Village to inquire and collect intelligence about Xuzhou. It was already dark, and he was sorting out the materials in his room, classifying the information he had collected, waiting for the crows to knock on his door tomorrow morning and take it away. While I was busy, I suddenly heard a dog barking in the village. The dogs in the village would only bark at the scent of a stranger. His professional instinct made him carefully collect all the information, then he quietly closed the door and came out to take a look. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw two strangers talking to the village night watchman. This place is too close to Xuzhou, so the villagers take turns to arrange night patrols every night. ".The people from Jicheng are here, right?" He had good eyesight, and with the help of the night watchman's lantern he saw two people. One is a monk wearing monk's robes, and the other seems to be wearing the standard uniform of Yoshicheng and carrying a sword! He also has that sword. Everyone who graduates from Qingshan Martial Arts Academy has a sword. The last lesson at Qingshan Martial Arts Academy is to make a sword for yourself. In the words of the dean, it is the sword of civilization, the sword that sweeps away darkness, and also the sword of self-demand. The sword holds special significance in Qingshan Martial Arts Academy. Plus, the accent he used when he started speaking was a real Yoshiki accent. However, I haven’t heard of anyone coming from Jicheng! Is there something important? So he quickly came to the entrance of the village and said, "Are you from Jicheng?" Zhang Qiming was asking people in the village where his contact in Yangzhou was and happened to see Zhou Jiaxing. The way Zhou Jiaxing walked, it was obvious that he had been to Qingshan Martial Arts Academy. "Everyone has something to practice." Zhang Qiming said. "Everyone be a hero!" Zhou Jiaxing replied immediately.
"The moonlight shines in front of the bed." "Hang yourself on a tree in the southeast!" "It's noon on the day of hoeing." "Hang yourself on the southeast tree!" "Dean's catchphrase?" "Niang Xipi!" After the two exchanged some jargon about Qingshan Martial Arts Academy, Zhang Qiming asked, "Which class were you in?" Zhou Jiaxing is an alias provided by a book friend. I used to have a colleague with the same name.
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