Chapter 239 Color Sect and Appearance Sect

Facing the weird looks from other people in the soup restaurant, Zhang Qiming drank the soup calmly.

He has heard all these nosy people in the past few days.

But he didn't care.

If you do things that make you uncomfortable because of other people's opinions, isn't that a fool?

But in the past few days, he probably knew why no one in the world was doing anything chivalrous.

Because it's of no use.

During the few days he was waiting for the bald donkey of the Golden Buddha Temple, he meddle in a lot of other things.

As a result, Picheng is still the same Picheng.

He is still the same person, but his enthusiasm has been dampened too much.

In the past few days, he had been walking around the streets, and when he saw something unpleasant, he took action to take care of it.

Now I only care about it when I encounter it.

Jianghu is not only a cesspit, but also a big dye vat.

After drinking the soup, eating the cake, and paying the money, Zhang Qiming left the soup restaurant. After not taking two steps, I saw an old man in front of me turned around and said, "Little brothers, we are destined to meet again!"

Zhang Qiming looked at the old man in brocade robes who was in the soup restaurant just now, and said, "Where is the fate?"

"The fate is with the Nangong family!" Nangong Di said: "I am Nangong Di, the third uncle of the lord of Pi City. I have a business that I want to talk to you about!"

"Could it be that he killed Nangong City Lord?" Zhang Qiming said thoughtfully.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Nangong Di raised his eyebrows and said: "I have a deep relationship with the city lord's uncle and nephew, and we have no grievances. How could I kill him? Besides, you have such little ability, you have to kill him, just kidding!"

"Who knows, strategy is also part of the skill!" Zhang Qiming said with a faint smile.

Nangong Di looked Zhang Qiming up and down. He originally thought that Zhang Qiming was a young man who liked to meddle in other people's business. He thought he was an impulsive and reckless person, but he didn't expect...

"What kind of deal are you talking about?" Zhang Qiming continued to ask.

"If my guess is correct, you must be related to the Golden Buddha Temple!" Nangong Di looked at Zhang Qiming and said tentatively.

Zhang Qiming originally wanted to deny it, but suddenly something moved in his heart. He clasped his hands together and released Buddha's light, talking nonsense: "Yes! The poor monk is a monk from the Xiangzong of the Golden Buddha Temple. He came from Yangzhou to spread the Dharma. The Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng belongs to the Se Sect. "

Buddha's Light was something he learned casually during his free time studying Tathagata's Forbidden Flame these past few days.

He was still thinking about the letter of commendation from the steel mill.

"Xiang Zong? Se Zong?" Nangong Di asked in confusion.

Zhang Qiming said without blinking: "Yes, I'm afraid the donor doesn't know that the Golden Buddha Temple has been divided into the Se Sect and the Xiang Sect since ancient times."

"Hundreds of years ago, the Xiangzong had the upper hand and emphasized the equality of all living beings, without color or appearance."

"But about two hundred years ago, the Golden Buddha Temple was invaded by foreign enemies, and the sect's vitality was severely damaged. But the people of the Se sect were even more shameless, and they attacked the people of our Xiang sect, leaving our people of the Xiang sect homeless."

"Now, our Xiangzong has launched a liquidation against the people of Se Zong. It's not that we in Xiangzong care, but we want to tell everyone in the world that we must get back what we, Xiangzong, have lost!"

While recalling the extracurricular reading books in junior high school and stitching these messes together, Zhang Qiming spoke out with great emotion, leaving Nangong Di stunned for a moment.

What kind of sex sect and Xiangzong sect? It turns out that all the bald men in the Golden Buddha Temple do it, they belong to the sex sect! This makes sense.

The saying "You must get back what you have lost!" is really cool!

And after all these twists and turns, and still being so convincing, it definitely can’t be fake.

"Don't you know the master's name?" Nangong Di felt Zhang Qiming's gritted tone at the end, and inadvertently revealed the aura of the Zhou Tian warrior who had come forward, causing Nangong Di to look at Zhang Qiming a few times.

Jianghu, that's it.

The strong are respected.

"The name of the poor monk..." Zhang Qiming turned his head and thought of extracurricular reading books, and said nonsensically: "Yideng."

"Yideng? I know that the seniority of the Golden Buddha Temple is Guang, Guang, Fu, Hui. This generation..." Nangong Di felt that the name of Yideng was not consistent with the style of the Golden Buddha Temple.

Zhang Qiming reacted quickly and said seriously: "It is normal for the donor not to know. Because in terms of seniority, the poor monk is still their grandfather or ancestor."

"Huh?" Nangong Di was stunned.

"Our Golden Buddha Sect's Xiangzong is living abroad and has fewer descendants. Isn't it normal for them to be higher in seniority than them?" Zhang Qiming explained.

The eldest grandson, the last master, is like this in most families.

Just like his Nangong enemy ranked third, he was dozens of years older than his eldest nephew, and several decades younger than his eldest nephew's father.

"That's true!" Nangong Di calculated and concluded that this was the case.

"Now the poor monk, on behalf of the Golden Buddha Sect's Xiangzong, has dealt with these evil disciples in Picheng and is about to go after them one by one!" Zhang Qiming clasped his palms together and said with murderous intent.

Anyone who sees Zhang Qiming at this time will definitely say, what an evil monk!

Nangong Di completely believed Zhang Qiming's words at this time and said: "Master Yideng, it's a coincidence that my business is related to the Golden Buddha Temple."

"Huh? Donor, you might as well just tell me." Zhang Qiming had a stern look on his face, and he was already into the drama.

He is now the grandfather of those bald donkeys at the Golden Buddha Temple. He must be steady or not laugh.

"Let's go to the teahouse in front to talk!" Nangong Di pointed to the teahouse not far away.

After breakfast, I drink tea when I have nothing to do. This life is called comfortable.

"good!"

When the two of them arrived at the teahouse, the private room at the highest point in the teahouse with the best view had naturally reserved a seat specifically for the third master.

After the hot water came up, Nangong Di took a sip of tea and said, "After there is no one in the Golden Buddha Temple, naturally no one in the city will beg for alms. The business of begging for alms in this city will be empty."

There is only one Buddhist temple in the whole Picheng, the Golden Buddha Temple, and the monks who beg for alms are only monks from the Golden Buddha Temple.

"Oh? What the donor means is..." Zhang Qiming knew what Nangong Di meant, but he pretended to be confused.

"For example, if the master contracts this piece to the city lord, if the master is interested, he can recruit disciples and start begging for alms. If he is not interested, he can naturally subcontract it to other temples!" Nangong Di said with a smile:

"Even if the master does nothing, it is a considerable income. Isn't this a good business!"

So you want me to be the general contractor!

Zhang Qiming understood in his heart and said, "Hey, 80% is really not profitable."

"What do you mean by 80%? It's 90%!" Nangong Di corrected.

"90% is working for the city lord. I might as well beg for alms myself and be self-sufficient!" Zhang Qiming shook his head and said.

Nangong Di said: "Master, you are wrong. There are many stories about this kind of contract. For example, Zhou Xian, who contracted in Picheng before, built a road and made a lot of money!"

"He is really an idol of my generation!"

Zhang Qiming said: "Can I ask what happened to Zhou Xian?"

"Oh, he made too much money and didn't give much to my nephew, so he was beaten to death by my nephew!"

Bullshit, all bullshit!