Chapter 230 Bah! Disgusting

On the way to Picheng, Fusheng talked to Zhang Qiming about the past of the Golden Buddha Temple.

"It's really dark!" Fusheng said what was in his heart.

He had wanted to say this for a long time, but no one listened to him and no one cared.

"No wonder our teacher said not to beat people to death with one stick. There are still people like you who will starve to death in the Golden Buddha Temple." Zhang Qiming listened to Fusheng's words and thought about everything in the Golden Buddha Temple.

"It's just that I'm a bad boy. My fellow apprentices are all warriors and have their own abilities. How can I compare with them?" Fusheng said self-deprecatingly.

"We'll be in Picheng soon. Let's find a place to stay first!" Zhang Qiming said when he saw a big city appearing in the distance.

"Okay! I know there is a dilapidated temple where we can stay." Fusheng said, "I lived there for a few days."

"A dilapidated temple?" Zhang Qiming said, "Okay."

He had never lived in a dilapidated temple.

Picheng is the smallest city in Xuzhou, but most of the buildings inside are red pillars and flying eaves, which is completely different from the flat four-cornered buildings in Yangzhou.

Zhang Qiming was very interested in watching. He bought some food and went to the dilapidated temple he mentioned with Fusheng.

What they didn't expect was that there was another person in the dilapidated temple, and that person seemed to be a down-and-out person.

He was dirty, his hair was messy, and his face was dark and his face could not be seen clearly. He hid in a corner of the dilapidated temple and looked at the two of them with a little fear.

The dilapidated temple was really dilapidated and dirty everywhere, which was completely different from Zhang Qiming's clean clothes, but Zhang Qiming still sat on the ground.

He took out the buns he bought on the road and gave one to Fusheng, and then said to the person in the corner: "Hey, one?"

The man looked at the buns in Zhang Qiming's hand, his eyes flickered.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Qiming knew that he wanted to eat, so he threw the bun over and said, "Take it."

The bun fell steadily into the man's arms, and the man picked up the bun and ate it voraciously. Just after he finished eating, he saw a few more buns in his arms, all of which were thrown to him by Zhang Qiming.

"Don't eat too much. People who have been hungry for a long time, suddenly eat too much, it's easy to die of fullness!" Zhang Qiming said to Fusheng who was also eating voraciously.

Fusheng didn't know how many days he hadn't eaten meat, even the meat filling in the buns made him very enjoyable.

He never thought that meat buns could be so delicious!

"You know? You were hungry!" Fusheng said.

"Yes! Eight years ago, Jicheng was hit by a disaster, and my family and I hid in the mountains." Zhang Qiming said, "I almost starved to death, and my father almost took me to exchange for other children."

"Amitabha!"

Fusheng chanted the Buddha's name, and he naturally knew the meaning of "exchange".

Hearing Fusheng's chanting of the Buddha's name, the people hiding in the corner seemed to be frightened. They looked at Fusheng and curled up in the innermost part of the ruined temple.

Zhang Qiming naturally noticed him and said, "Later, Dean Shi came to Jicheng, and I survived."

"Is Yangzhou really that good?" Fusheng suddenly asked.

"I think Yangzhou is not good. They control too much, and there is too much knowledge to learn and it is too tiring. After graduation, I still have to be arranged by them and have to go to work. Can't I wander around the world and be a real hero?" Zhang Qiming recalled.

"But when I really struggled to get out of Yangzhou, I felt the goodness of Yangzhou all the time."

"Yangzhou is good, no one is bullied. If there is a great monk in Yangzhou, he might be hanging on a tree the next day." Zhang Qiming said with a sneer.

Fusheng looked at Zhang Qiming without saying a word. He really hoped that Zhang Qiming could get rid of the Golden Buddha Temple, but he knew that it would be difficult for Zhang Qiming to do it alone. So, he said, "Since the donor has a relationship with Yangzhou, why not call someone to come along? This way, the risk is smaller."

"Yangzhou has its own plan. I..." Zhang Qiming was talking when he suddenly looked up at the door of the dilapidated temple.

"Someone is coming!" he said.

The one who can make him so alert must not be an ordinary person.

Fusheng also became alert, and heard the mess outside, and someone was talking vaguely: "He's inside, surround this place!"

"This is the Jianghu!" Zhang Qiming looked at the mess outside the dilapidated temple and said something Fusheng couldn't understand.

"The teacher has analyzed that dilapidated temples and houses are places exclusive to unemployed vagrants, so it is easy for people in the Jianghu to gather. It's not that there are many adventures in dilapidated temples, but that people who have adventures are all in dilapidated temples!"

Seven or eight monks came into the small courtyard of the dilapidated temple, and Fusheng knew the head monk.

"Brother Fubao!" Fusheng recognized this man.

Fubao was still wearing gold and silver, holding a large gold pipe in his yellow hand inlaid with gems, and puffing smoke as he walked.

He saw someone calling him senior brother, frowned and looked at Fusheng for a long time before recognizing Fusheng.

"You... are the one who was eliminated at the end?" Fubao pointed at Fusheng with the money for cigarettes and said, "Weren't you kicked out of the temple?"

"I left the Golden Buddha Temple." Fusheng said.

Fubao laughed and said, "What do you mean by leaving the Golden Buddha Temple? You are obviously kicked out of the Golden Buddha Temple, a useless guy who can't even complete the monthly alms-begging task. How dare you call me senior brother?"

"What is your identity? What is my identity?" Fubao said, without even looking at Fusheng, whose face turned the color of pig liver.

He saw the person huddled in the corner of the ruined temple, looked at him carefully, and said, "Well...it's you. You make it easy for us to find him! The Hustling Monk."

"Well..." The man was frightened and shook his head repeatedly.

"What is the sex monk?" Zhang Qiming asked Fusheng secretly.

"This..." Fusheng was a little embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Buddhist precepts are against sexual immorality, but it does not say whether men are lustful or women are lustful."

"That must be female sex." Zhang Qiming said, "How is it possible to quit male sex?"

"That's right, so it's not okay to commit sexual misconduct. But what about committing sexual misconduct with men?" Fu Sheng's voice was like a mosquito.

"Huh?" Zhang Qiming was stunned.

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"Disgusting, so disgusting!" Zhang Qiming felt his outlook was impacted. He looked at Fu Sheng and said, "Bah! This is so fucking disgusting!"

"Shh..."

"Isn't it because you saw the bald donkey of Se Sect?" Zhang Qiming looked at the blessing in the distance as if he was looking at a piece of shit.

"The Jianse Sect used to be one of the branches of the Golden Buddha Sect!" Fusheng said again in a voice that was almost inaudible.

"...You bald donkeys are really good at playing!" Zhang Qiming felt dirty even after hearing the secrets of Buddhism.

He said as if he had eaten a fly: "Buddhism is really a cesspool!"

"Donor, you can eat whatever you want, but not your words!" Fu Bao said, blowing out a smoke ring.

He looked at this man who kept making noises, as if he was looking for death!

The blessed monk appeared a long time ago.