Chapter 243 Which Period of Qingshan Are You From?

"I'm going back to Yangzhou. Are you going?" Zhang Qiming, who was charred all over, asked Fusheng.

No one expected that he, who had offended the city lord of Picheng, did not run far, but came to the Golden Buddha Temple.

The most dangerous place is the safest place.

He just walked around the city lord's mansion and was disgusted.

What a shitty Nangong Zhao, he is just a villain who has succeeded!

What about making money, it's just like having shit stuffed into your mouth!

Pah! Disgusting!

Damn, the world is a cesspool!

It was a mistake for me to enter the world!

He is going back to Yangzhou to call people and chop all these idiots!

"I don't want to go anywhere, this is my home." Fusheng looked at the people hanging in the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple and said slowly.

These days, those dead people have become smelly, and some unknown liquids have begun to drip from their bodies.

The whole main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple is so smelly that it is unbearable.

But Fusheng could bear it, and even ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha in the Golden Buddha Temple normally, just like before.

He was not afraid of those hanging people.

"." Zhang Qiming felt that Fusheng was getting crazier and crazier. When he was saving him, he was quite normal.

It was really strange.

"You will die here!" Zhang Qiming said.

Whether it was the Nangong family in Picheng or the Golden Buddha Temple, Fusheng would die and die.

"It's good for me to die in my own home." Fusheng looked at the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple.

He continued: "In ancient times, there were wine pools and meat forests, and now there are Buddhist temples and corpse forests."

"It's really elegant!"

Elegant your sister!

Zhang Qiming felt that there seemed to be few normal people in the rivers and lakes he met.

Forget it, let's just ignore him.

You can't save people for a lifetime after saving them for a while.

Zhang Qiming turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

Why can't he save people for a lifetime?

Is the first person he saved after entering the rivers and lakes going to die here?

Wouldn't it be in vain?

After he left, he might never see Fusheng again.

Thinking of the first time he saw Fusheng, the skinny, naked monk who was about to hang himself.

Zhang Qiming couldn't understand at that time. How could a monk with arms and legs, who could beg for alms, starve to death?

Now, he understood a little.

To survive, you also need hope.

A life without hope is meaningless, it's better to die at home.

For Fusheng, there is no hope and no purpose in life. In addition, he has offended the entire Golden Buddha Temple by hanging himself in the main hall.

In front of other people in the Golden Buddha Temple, he is like an ant.

It's better to die at home than to die outside.

"Do you know how to read?" Zhang Qiming turned around and looked at Fusheng.

Fusheng looked at the people hanging under the main hall with admiration. Their bodies were as tall as the Buddha statues in the main hall.

"I have studied Buddhist scriptures since I was a child, so of course I can read." He said.

Some monks can read but they can't read. Zhang Qiming's question was not nonsense.

"Just right! We are short of literacy teachers in Yangzhou, you can come and make a contribution to Yangzhou!" Zhang Qiming said.

"Poor monk" Fusheng hadn't finished speaking when he felt his eyes go dark and was knocked unconscious.

Zhang Qiming carried him and flew away from Picheng with Buddha's light all over his body.

It can be said to be a face-to-face mockery!

When Nangong Zhao was having fun with Meiji, he suddenly heard Nangong Feng report!

When he came out with his pants lifted, he saw that Zhang Qiming had left Picheng.

"Golden Buddha Temple!" Nangong Zhao slapped several Meiji to death with one palm, knocked down a house, and said with gritted teeth.

He and those bald donkeys are irreconcilable!

After mocking Nangong Zhao, Zhang Qiming and Fusheng rushed all the way to Yangzhou, and Zhang Qiming's legs were sore.

Finally, at night, they arrived at the junction of Yangzhou and Xuzhou.

"Ah! Yangzhou! My home! I'm finally back!"

As soon as he arrived at Yangzhou, Zhang Qiming knelt on the official road of Yangzhou and said loudly:

"The air in Yangzhou is sweet!"

He finally left Xuzhou, the cesspool, how could the air not be sweet!

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Fusheng, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, watched Zhang Qiming perform abstraction. How could this man not understand human words!

I told him not to come to Yangzhou, but he insisted on bringing him to Yangzhou.

What a crazy person!

"Why don't we separate now? The donor goes to Yangzhou, and I go back to Picheng." Fusheng said.

"We've already reached Yangzhou? Why go back? I remember there seems to be a contact point nearby!" Zhang Qiming thought about it, identified the geographical location and said.

"Let's go!" Zhang Qiming grabbed Fusheng and flew towards the small village beside the river in the distance.

"Put me down and let me go back!" Fusheng shouted in the sky.

Soon, he couldn't speak.

The wind was strong in the sky.

Wangtian Village is named Wangtian Village because there are people with the surname Wang and Tian in the village.

And because Wangtian Village is closest to Xuzhou, there is a person from the Jiang'an Bureau directly under the Reform Association in Wangtian Village.

The full name of Jiang'an Bureau is Jianghu Security Bureau.

The person from Jiang'an Bureau in Wangtian Village is Zhou Jiaxing.

He is about 20 years old and graduated from the sixth grade of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy for more than a year.

During school, he was meticulous and his brain reacted quickly despite his age. After graduation, he was assigned to the Jiang'an Bureau.

He is familiar with the northern part of Yangzhou and the southern part of Xuzhou, so he inquired and collected intelligence about Xuzhou in Wangtian Village.

It was already dark, and he was sorting out the information in his room, sorting and summarizing the information he had collected, waiting for the crows to knock on the door tomorrow morning and take it away.

While he was busy, he suddenly heard the barking of dogs in the village.

The dogs in the village would only bark when they smelled the smell of strangers.

His professional instinct made him alertly collect all the information, and then he gently closed the door and went out to take a look.

When he came to the entrance of the village, he saw two strangers talking to the village night watchman.

This place is too close to Xuzhou, and the village arranges night watchmen in turn every night.

". People from Jicheng, are they here?"

He had good eyesight, and with the help of the night watchman's lantern, he saw two people.

One was a monk wearing monk's robes, and the other seemed to be wearing Jicheng's uniform, and he was carrying a sword!

He also had that sword.

Every graduate of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy has a sword.

The last lesson of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy is to make a sword for yourself.

In the words of the dean, it is the sword of civilization, the sword that sweeps away darkness, and also the sword of one's own requirements.

The sword is of great significance in Qingshan Martial Arts Academy.

In addition, the accent of the person who spoke was the real Jicheng accent.

However, I have never heard of anyone coming from Jicheng!

Is there something important?

So, he hurried to the entrance of the village and said, "Are you from Jicheng?"

Zhang Qiming was asking the people in the village where the contact person in Yangzhou was, and happened to see Zhou Jiaxing.

Zhou Jiaxing's walking style showed that he had been to Qingshan Martial Arts Academy.

"Everyone has to practice." Zhang Qiming said.

"Everyone is a hero!" Zhou Jiaxing replied immediately.

"The moon shines brightly in front of my bed."

"Hang myself on a tree in the southeast!"

"The sun is high in the sky while I'm hoeing the field."

"Hang myself on a tree in the southeast!"

"What's the dean's catchphrase?"

"Fuck you!"

After the two exchanged jargon about Qingshan Martial Arts Academy, Zhang Qiming asked, "Which period of Qingshan are you from?"

Zhou Jiaxing is a pseudonym provided by a fellow reader. I used to have a colleague with the same name.