Chapter 237 Hero

Fusheng saw Zhang Qiming saying this to himself, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and then the dark blue sword energy suddenly appeared.

In the frightened eyes of the hung monks, the sword energy slit their throats, causing them to spray blood like blood balloons.

"Donor Zhang..." Fu Sheng felt as if Zhang Qiming was possessed by a demon.

Why did you kill everyone after talking to yourself a lot!

"I don't believe it. I don't believe Jianghu is like this!"

"I allow you to go and take a look, but you must remember to write a diary."

Zhang Qiming finally finished what he said to his teacher when he left Yangzhou.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

At this moment, he looked at the main hall, dozens of monks hanging on the beams, blood dripping down the monks' clothes on the main hall, making a ticking sound, and realized that the world was far different from what he had imagined.

She thought she was a well-educated and courteous lady, but she turned out to be a prostitute who could do everything she could.

Zhang Qiming is an extremely smart person, as he can tell from Fusheng's words. After they leave, monks from the Golden Buddha Temple from other places will naturally come to fill the gap, continue to dig three feet into the ground, and continue to be heavenly monks.

For the people in Picheng, it is just Zhang San replaced by Li Si, and the familiar taste will not change.

Even if all the monks from the Golden Buddha Temple were killed, within two years, monks from the Silver Buddha Temple would come out to continue this business.

The world is still the same world.

The so-called chivalry and justice are nothing but self-deception.

Not being a chivalrous person thoroughly means not being a chivalrous person.

Being a charlatan, wandering around, taking care of bullies and injustices when they see them, is just deceiving oneself and deceiving others.

Because there is no substantial change in the world.

It just gives the person involved a moment of hope.

The world is so big, how can it be managed?

Even a small Pi City cannot be managed.

Zhang Qiming suddenly felt a little discouraged. After all, he was a young man. After his filter on the world was broken, he thought it would be better to return to Yangzhou and become a swordsman teacher.

The world is really a cesspool.

In a blink of an eye, he thought of Yangzhou again.

There are no rivers and lakes in Yangzhou, and no one bullies others in Yangzhou, because Yangzhou has a "Jianghu Reform Committee" to manage everything.

In the past, Zhang Qiming didn't understand why there was such a thing as a committee.

Now he understands that in order to act chivalrously and righteously in the world, he must overturn the world and change it completely!

Only in that way can you be considered a chivalrous person, in that way can you be considered a chivalrous person!

A great hero must change the world.

But... that is far from the starting point of his wandering around the world.

What do you want?

Zhang Qiming was a little confused.

"Fusheng, do you have any ideals?" Zhang Qiming suddenly said to Fusheng.

"Huh?" Fusheng was puzzled as to why Zhang Qiming had finished talking to himself and asked this question.

"Do you have any ideals?"

Under the corpses of dozens of monks, Zhang Qiming asked this question again.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

Fusheng raised his head and looked at the dozens of fellow disciples who had fallen on the beam. He was not afraid.

The dead are more frightening than the living.

"The poor monk has no ideals." Fusheng continued: "The poor monk has lived in the Golden Buddha Temple since he was a child. When he was a child, he would recite Buddhist scriptures with bells in the morning and drums in the evening."

"The principles in the Buddhist scriptures are not consistent with those in the temple. The poor monk doesn't know, so he goes to ask the master."

"Master said that the Buddhist scriptures are wrong."

"I asked, Master, since the Buddhist scriptures are wrong, why do you still recite them?"

"Master just touched my head and said I would understand when I grow up."

"When my master died, my path to martial arts training was suddenly interrupted, and no one provided me with the resources to practice martial arts anymore. After hanging out in the temple for so many years, I finally understood. The truth in Buddhist scriptures is to persuade people to do good, which shows that there is no good in the world! "

"Jianghu is wrong." Fusheng sighed and said, "But no one has ever acted according to the principles of Buddhist scriptures, so it can be seen that Buddhist scriptures are not necessarily right."

"Oh? You actually know a little bit about dialectics?" Zhang Qiming said curiously.

"The poor monk doesn't know what dialectics is, he just deduced it. In this life, the poor monk has no ideals, he just wants to live." Fu Sheng said.

"Well... I probably know." Zhang Qiming nodded and said, "If you want to live, go to Yangzhou! I might not be able to take care of you next!"

"Why go to Yangzhou? Although the poor monk wants to live, he is not afraid of death!" Fusheng showed a sarcastic smile and said: "The poor monk was born in the Golden Buddha Temple, and he will die in the Golden Buddha Temple!"

"This is the poor monk's home!"

"It's better to die at home than to live outside! Everyone has to die. I can't choose how I live, at least I can choose where to die!"

"Infinite Life Buddha!" ​​He chanted the Buddha's name.

"..."

Zhang Qiming carefully looked at the monk standing in the Buddhist hall, surrounded by the corpses of his brothers.

He seemed to get to know Fusheng again.

That's right. How can a person who is forced to hang himself and wants to hang dozens of fellow apprentices be normal?

How many normal people can exist in such a world?

"Okay! It's up to you." Zhang Qiming said. He looked at the monk who was bleeding and said, "Hey, it's really troublesome to put down so many people and throw them into the mountains behind."

"Actually, it's okay if you don't let it go." Fusheng looked at the fellow apprentices who had just begged for mercy, turned into corpses floating under the beam.

His mentality changed a little bit, and he said: "They are all going to be officials in the underworld, so it's good to hang them here."

You bald donkey are quite humorous.

Zhang Qiming didn't care about him, anyway, he also lived in the Golden Buddha Temple. He said: "I'll leave you some of the gold in the Golden Buddha Temple, and I'll take the rest."

"It doesn't matter if you take it all, Mr. Zhang. The rice in the Golden Buddha Temple is enough for me to eat for a long time. I don't need gold." Fusheng stepped on the blood-stained hall and said: "I will be in the Golden Buddha Temple, praying for my fellow disciples and praying that they will become high officials!"

Since Fusheng said so, Zhang Qiming was not polite.

He did need the gold from the Golden Buddha Temple, but he didn't need it himself.

With such a change in the Golden Buddha Temple, the Golden Buddha Temple headquarters in Qingzhou will definitely send someone, who may be a real warrior.

At that time, throw the gold from the Golden Buddha Temple in the Picheng City Lord's Mansion and spread rumors secretly. With the greedy nature of the city lord, how could he give up the gold? Maybe he could drive the tiger to devour the wolf and reap the benefits!

Although he has not figured out what he wants to do in the future, he is not the kind of person who is afraid of trouble, nor is he the kind of person who pats his butt after killing people and leaves a mess behind!

He will take care of Picheng's affairs!

Even if the road to the rivers and lakes ends in Picheng!

Tick! Tick!