Chapter 114: Tough Guy

"Sir! The title of 'Taoist' is not allowed to be called casually!" Guan Shan said while eating noodles and looking at Shi Feizhe.

He was confused by what Shi Feizhe said and didn't know how to address Shi Feizhe. For the sake of eating, he called Shi Feizhe "Sir".

"What's the matter? Calling yourself a 'Taoist' is against the law?" Shi Feizhe said puzzledly.

After all, he rarely saw people who called themselves Taoists, they were all bald donkeys on the street.

"Hey~ What's the law? Where is the law now? Who takes the law seriously?" Guan Shan ate a mouthful of duck leg and a mouthful of noodles, and added garlic, it tasted delicious!

He continued: "But rules are very important! If you don't follow the law, you are not taken seriously. If you don't follow the rules, something will happen!"

"Oh?" Shi Feizhe motioned him to continue.

"Those who dare to call themselves Taoists have their origins. For example, the True Dragon Dao, the Yellow Heaven Dao, the Ascending Heaven Dao, the Extreme Immortal Dao, and the Medical Gu Dao. When ordinary people who call themselves Taoists meet them, they will be interrogated about who their master is." Guanshan is a Jiang Laohu, and he can talk about these things very clearly.

"If you hesitate during the interrogation, then kill him. If the person you are interrogating is not a fellow Taoist, then kill him too!" He threw a mouthful of garlic into his mouth and said.

"... So cruel?" Shi Feizhe really didn't know that the Taoist sect in this world was like this.

Recalling carefully, the one from the Ascending Heaven Dao seemed to be the demon Taoist who killed the True Dragon Dao.

Taoist killing Taoist, it seems to be consistent with what Guanshan said.

"So the most dangerous person in the world is the Taoist master who walks alone!" Guanshan said: "It's a pity that the Taoist master has very high requirements for accepting disciples. Some of them will be chopped after they become disciples. It's really not worth it!"

"So there is such a saying!" Shi Feizhe nodded.

How come this gentleman is a rookie in the world!

Guan Shan ate noodles, muttering in his heart, looking unreliable!

"Dean Shi, call me Dean Shi from now on!" Shi Feizhe said to Guan Shan.

"Okay, Dean Shi!"

"Are you full?" Shi Feizhe saw Guan Shan finished eating and said, "If you are not full, have two more bowls!"

"Well... two more bowls, that's fine!" Guan Shan touched his stomach and said.

"Speaking of your physique and cultivation, there should be many sects and forces that want to recruit you, right?" Shi Feizhe continued.

"Dean Shi won't chase me away because I have a big appetite!" Guan Shan said sharply.

"That's not the case. It's just a few bowls of noodles, much cheaper than the things in Mobei Town." Shi Feizhe shook his head and said.

The prices in that awesome place are really outrageous!

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Dean Shi. I feel that my martial arts journey is a bit unlucky!" Guan Shan sighed and frowned and said:

"I joined Cuiping Hall when I was young and started to practice martial arts. Not long after, Cuiping Hall was destroyed by Polang Gang. I was still young and became a member of Polang Gang without knowing it."

"I joined Polang Gang, and within half a decade, Polang Gang was swallowed up by Jinshi League. Jinshi League was later destroyed by Fenglei Hall. Fenglei Hall was destroyed by Songfeng Sect."

"Songfeng Sect, Tie Zhang Gang, Meihua Villa, Yougu Sect... and finally the Holy Church of Light. "

"I have changed many sects in the past ten years, and I can't find anyone to be loyal to!" Guan Shan said angrily: "My name has spread all over Luoyang, and no sect or gang dares to accept me!"

"They even tried to send me to the gang of their mortal enemy!"

"..."

Shi Feizhe wanted to laugh when he heard Guan Shan name a dozen forces in a row as if he was reading the names of dishes.

Guan Shan is so unlucky!

"Dean Shi, you won't dislike me, right?" Guan Shan finished two bowls of noodles and said.

Anyway, he was full, even if Shi Feizhe disliked him, he had enough today.

"No! How could it be?" Shi Feizhe smiled indifferently: "The sect I was in is gone too! We are the same! Who wants to be a loner when there is a big sect to protect them!"

"It was also swallowed up by someone?" Guan Shan asked.

"No, it was after the two sect leaders suddenly went crazy that the sect was infighting!" Shi Feizhe stood up to pay the bill.

Why did the sect leader go crazy?

Why did the sect fight internally?

And they were infighting to the end?

Why didn't the person in front of him die in the sect fighting?

In a short moment, the sharp Guan Shan thought of these questions.

He looked at Shi Feizhe who stood up to pay the bill and discussed with the shopkeeper whether he could get a discount.

Is this guy a tough guy?

He doesn't look like it!

After dinner, Shi Feizhe went to Luoyang Book Market with Guan Shan.

He came to Luoyang for two main things. One was to see if there were other versions of "True Source Sword Finger Art". The second was to sell the swords in his hands in exchange for start-up capital.

Guan Shan grew up in Luoyang. He could walk around Luoyang with his eyes closed, so he led the way.

The buildings in Luoyang that we saw along the way were magnificent. Temples, towers, pavilions, all were meticulously crafted, and some temples were even magnificent.

The Luo River meanders like a jade belt, and several bridges cross the river, reflecting in the water, sparkling, and unique.

The market where the two passed by was full of goods, and merchants gathered. Silk, porcelain, spices and other goods were traded here, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining were one after another, which was dazzling.

It is worthy of being the heart of Kyushu and a famous city in the world!

It is several times more prosperous than Yiyang City and Qiuyang City. No wonder there are three real people in the city!

When he was about to reach the book market, Shi Feizhe saw a group of people wearing white robes embroidered with gorgeous cross symbols and patterns.

They had big beards, pointed white hats on their heads, holding silver candlesticks in their hands, and chanting scriptures. Above the candlesticks were burning candles.

There were also some people following them, also chanting scriptures, saying: "Lord, forgive me!"

When Shi Feizhe saw this, how could he not guess that it was a sect.

If he had just come down the mountain, he might have killed these money-making tricks with a sword.

But he encountered too many such sects along the way, such as the White Lotus Sect, the One-union Sect, the Jade Emperor Sect, and the Maitreya Sect, all of which were sects rooted in the grassroots.

People will encounter difficulties in their lives, and after being beaten up, they will be confused.

Why do people suffer?

Why is my life like this?

Why are others living well, but I am suffering?

Most of the rich people in the world believe in Buddha to make up for their spiritual emptiness. The middle and high-level martial artists in the world have their own ancestors and inheritance to understand pain and confusion.

So what about the people at the bottom of the world?

They have no money, and suffer more than the rich and powerful, and are more confused. They need something to numb and relieve their spirits.

This is the soil for the survival of these sects!

The poorer these middle and lower class people are, the more they are sucked by these sects, the harder they live, and the easier they are to be controlled by these sects.

In the end, they get nothing, and they become more and more miserable.

This is exactly what the sects need. The more miserable the believers are, the easier they are to control.

The believers are happy every day, how can they be controlled?

So the solution to the problem of the sects lies in the overall environment of the rivers and lakes.

Otherwise, if this kind of sect kills one batch, there will be another batch, which is more than leeks!

"Here! He knows the whereabouts of the saint!" One of the people in white robes saw Guan Shan and suddenly said.

Religion is a spiritual paralysis.