Chapter 229 Heavenly Monk

He also heard a lot of rumors about Yangzhou.

It is said that in Yangzhou, everyone has their own land and can support themselves.

It is said that in Yangzhou, there are no rascals or bullies, and no one can bully others.

It is said that in Yangzhou, everyone can survive.

Fusheng does not believe such rumors. They, the Golden Buddha Sect, also said to the outside world that whoever donates more money can enjoy paradise.

If there is paradise, how can it be their turn?

The monks themselves enjoy it.

Therefore, Fusheng does not believe such rumors at all in his heart.

He only believes in himself and his own judgment.

Picheng is only four or five hundred miles away from Yangzhou. If it is really that good, why don’t people in Picheng go to Yangzhou!

"Yes, I came from Yangzhou. My name is Zhang Qiming." Zhang Qiming said, "I heard that a group of heavenly monks appeared in Picheng, making people dare not speak out. I am here to do justice and get rid of them!"

"Heavenly monks?" Fusheng was stunned and said, "I am from Picheng. I have never heard of any heavenly monks. There are only monks from the Golden Buddha Sect in the city."

"As the name suggests, the heavenly monks mean that these monks have profound Buddhist teachings. After hearing this, people feel that the sky is much higher, so they are called heavenly monks." Zhang Qiming explained with a smile.

...

How can the sky be higher?

It is obviously the ground that has become shorter.

Isn't this talking about the monks of their Golden Buddha Temple?

And he was once a member of the heavenly monks, and Fusheng felt a little ashamed.

It was not until he was mixed in the world that he knew the value of one or two taels of gold.

That is the gold that can allow a person to live a stable life for several years, can allow a person to build a few thatched houses, and can give a person hope in life.

And such gold, in the mouths of the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple, is only one tenth of the monthly alms-gathering task.

Fusheng knows that there are dozens of people like him who go out to beg for alms.

With so many people, they naturally find ways to dig deep in the ground to beg for alms.

Heavenly monk, Heavenly monk...

"Let me tell you another joke!" Zhang Qiming said. He really loved to joke. He said:

"In Buddhism, people go to hell after they die. One day, a Heavenly monk died and went to hell. The King of Hell asked them what they had done!"

"The King of Hell judges the monk's crime based on what he did in his lifetime."

"The Heavenly monk said, when I was alive, I made the sky three feet higher!"

"The King of Hell was shocked and couldn't help kneeling down and said, 'Master, the Buddhist teachings are profound. I am willing to convert to Buddhism and let you be the King of Hell.'"

After Fusheng heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, 'Hahaha~ Your joke is unreasonable. The King of Hell must be the previous senior brother who converted long ago!'

"As expected of someone from the Golden Buddha Sect, you really understand it thoroughly!" Zhang Qiming clapped his hands and laughed.

After hearing this joke, Fusheng let go of a lot of knots in his heart. He knew that this person was here to cause trouble for the Golden Buddha Temple. He said:

"Hey! Donor, you said so, I know."

"However, with your cultivation, it is difficult for you to be a hero. The monks of the Golden Buddha Temple are very strong."

He saw Zhang Qiming wearing a long sword, but his blood was not perfect. Like him, he had no resources when practicing martial arts and had to give up halfway.

"Oh? How strong is it?" Zhang Qiming asked.

"There are many Zhoutian warriors, and Qihai is everywhere!" Fusheng ridiculed the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple in a gloomy way.

"It's just a Zhoutian warrior. In our Yangzhou, it's just a junior high school graduate." Zhang Qiming laughed and said, "I am not talented, but I have already graduated from junior high school."

"?" Fusheng looked at this person in confusion.

Zhang Qiming pointed casually, and a sword energy flew out from his finger, poking a big hole in a tree next to him.

"???"

Fusheng was even more puzzled.

No, your blood and qi are not perfect, how can you practice true qi?

"You... are a true qi warrior?" Fusheng widened his eyes.

"Yes! What's wrong?" Zhang Qiming nodded and said, "We had true qi when we were in the first grade."

"True qi! Only when the four elements of blood, qi and spirit are combined into one can they be combined into true qi!" Fusheng said, "This is common sense in martial arts!"

"Times have changed!" Zhang Qiming said, "New times naturally have new powers."

"???"

Fusheng didn't understand even more and said, "New times?"

"We are in the midst of a changing era." Zhang Qiming said, "New times naturally have new powers. In the past, warriors needed to complete the four levels of blood, qi and spirit to become true qi warriors."

"In the new era, we have to learn to master true qi when we enter school, and then continue to learn and deepen. After about six years, we can be on par with the martial arts masters of qi sea."

"After another three years, we will graduate from the ninth grade, which is roughly equivalent to the Zhoutian warriors in the martial arts world."

Fusheng still didn't understand how someone could become a Zhoutian warrior after practicing martial arts for nine years.

If you have lived for more than thirty years and still haven't seen the truth, you are a loser.

Zhang Qiming was still talking to himself: "I heard others say that if you study for another three years and go through a terrible test, you will be able to achieve perfection in your true energy and be comparable to the real warriors in the world!"

"It's just that Yangzhou doesn't have the conditions to train high school students now. We junior high school students have to be taken to work as soon as we graduate."

Fusheng... Fusheng is already numb.

In his eyes, the real warrior who is unattainable seems to only need to go through a terrible test in front of this mysterious Yangzhou warrior.

Is there a way to take such an exam? He also wants to take it!

"Donor, two fists cannot beat four hands. How can you face the warriors of a temple alone?" Fusheng asked again.

He felt that this person was too naive.

The monks in the Golden Buddha Temple are all black-hearted and even more black-handed!

"Hey! Have you heard of the story of Calabash Boy saving his grandfather?" Zhang Qiming took a piece of clothing from his backpack and gave it to Fusheng. He saw that Fusheng didn't want to die.

"I haven't heard of it." Fusheng took the clothes and put them on clumsily.

The clothes were a bit loose, making him look a bit funny.

Wide, because Fusheng was very thin at this time.

Big, because Fusheng was not as tall as Zhang Qiming.

"Where is Picheng? You lead the way in front, and we will talk while walking." Zhang Qiming saw that he was weak all over, and knew that he was hungry, so he took out some dry food for him.

After taking a bite of the square dry food handed by Zhang Qiming, Fusheng felt that his mouth was full of fragrance and a little sweet.

I was just a little choked!

But now that I had something to eat, everything was fine.

"Picheng is over here." He pointed in a direction and said, "I'm very familiar with Picheng."

"Good, good!" Zhang Qiming said, "That's really great!"

"What's the story about the Calabash Brothers saving Grandpa that you mentioned?" Fusheng ate two mouthfuls of dry food and felt a little stronger, so he asked.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a Calabash Peak in the mountain..."

Zhang Qiming told Fusheng the story of the Calabash Brothers saving Grandpa when he was free along the way.

"Will this work?" Fusheng ate the dry food and finally had the strength to curse.

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Zhang Qiming said.

"..." Fusheng shook his head and felt a little difficult.

This joke is quite interesting! Zhang Qiming is a pseudonym provided by a book friend, and I think this name is not bad.