MTL - It’s Obviously a Life Skill, But You Developed It Into a Magical Skill

Chapter 222 Qinghuang Temple, pulling a carriage!

 The process of memorizing a map is extremely boring.

 But for Zhou An, it is not so easy to lose interest in this boring life.

 Because no matter how boring things are, they are not as boring as liver proficiency.

 It took about a stick of incense to memorize this huge map in Zhou An's mind.

In order to ensure that there would be no errors, Zhou An confirmed it repeatedly before letting He Sheng take the map down.

The matter has come to an end, and the next step is to go to Zhenyu Daomen to participate in the so-called disciple competition.

“If I were to put this in a storybook, it would be skipping over the most important rhythm.”

On the way back, Zhou An was thinking.

According to the more popular scripts in Da Chu Kingdom, the protagonist usually joins a certain force, and then lives in the force, then encounters a great competition of forces, and then shines brightly in the great competition.

 But he is different, he goes directly to be a distinguished guest.

“Father, Monk Huiwu from Qinghuang Temple happens to be nearby. If we don’t invite him, I’m afraid it will be bad for Zhenyu Daomen.” Sikong Teng said.

 Sikong old man looked at the roster in his hand and said, "Why are they even invited? They haven't been getting along well with Mr. Zhou recently."

 Beside him, stood a middle-aged man.

But only the disciples of the Zhenyu Sword Sect know that this rusty long sword has chopped off the heads of countless enemies.

If it were other circumstances, maybe it would be nothing.

If an ordinary person took a look at it, he would definitely think that this knife was a piece of junk.

He was working crazily on one side, and on the other side, on a high mountain not far from Huaixi Capital, Zhenyu Daomen was busy.

 On the roster, Zhou An's name is marked with a bright red color.

When he was young, he used this rusty knife to kill hundreds of powerful enemies in the arena and established a great reputation.

But Zhou An happened to take down Xin'an Temple before.

“I’m still alive, so I don’t need you to bring more allies to Zhenyu Daomen.”

 In addition, there is a name below, called Monk Huiwu.

That calm and warm atmosphere carries the historical inheritance of power.

 Although the words were very plain, Sikong Teng's ears made him tremble a little.

The gorgeous hall continues the gorgeous style of using Zhenyu sword doors, giving it a sense of solemnity.

 Time passes quite quickly in the rush of proficiency.

At this moment, in the hall, a seventy-year-old man, wearing blue clothes, was looking at the roster in his hand.

 Sikong Teng was looked at by this gaze and lowered his head silently, not daring to look at him.

Qinghuang Temple, with an imperial edict hanging on it, is the first of the ten largest temples in the Chu Kingdom, and is truly the ultimate power.

Hung beside the old man was a rusty long knife.

 So this imperial edict is the great Chu State's blessing for Qinghuang Temple.

 Isn’t this skipping the most important step?

Throughout his life, I don’t know if he killed too many people. Old Sikong had many affairs when he was young, but he only had one son.

The old man’s identity is even more complicated. He is the master of the Zhenyu Dao Sect—Sikong Zhen.

 After a long time, Old Man Sikong sighed.

 This is a top force, different from previous forces, with a profound foundation.

 The middle-aged man’s name is Sikong Teng, and he is the son of old man Sikong.

There are some tricks here.

 Old man Sikong looked directly at Sikong Teng and said nothing.

This mountain has luxuriant forests and grass, and beautiful bells and whistles.

Jianghu demons will tremble when they hear the words "Zhenyu Daomen".

  As a top-level force, Zhenyu Daomen has chosen an excellent location.

With this idea in mind, Zhou An returned home and had a meal on the way, and then he continued to use the pot method.

Under the lush shade, there are dense pine trees. There are dense walls on both sides of the road. The arched doorway is inlaid with thick bluestone. There is a plaque hanging high on the doorway with the four characters "Zhenyu Daomen" written on it.

At that time, the abbot of Qinghuang Temple became a master of very few deaths because of that battle.

This long sword was even seen by Emperor Xingwu, who praised it as "hiding beauty inside, cutting off evil and eliminating evil".

The building was built in ancient times and is filled with countless ancient weapons. The smooth and shining blades are covered with dusty years.

 Behind Xin'an Temple is Qinghuang Temple.

Speaking of this monk Hui Wu, he is actually well-known in the world. He is an elder of Qinghuang Temple.

 In the sect, there are gorgeous flower beds dotted on the left and right sides, and the white stone steps are particularly smooth. When the drizzle lingers, water mist occasionally splashes, as if you are in a dream.

 Nowadays, he is called Old Man Sikong in the world.

 At the level of Old Man Sikong, how could he not understand Sikong Teng’s thoughts?

Zhenyu Daomen has involved many things and many enemies so far.

Sikong Teng wants to develop further and make Zhenyu Daomen better.

 But...it's wrong after all.

Sikong Teng seemed to be ready. He suddenly raised his head and said, "Father, this is good for us!"

“Zhenyu Daomen is backed by the Kingdom of Chu, and so is Qinghuang Temple. It is naturally better if the two have good relations.”

"I know you are concerned about Zhou An, but Qinghuang Temple is even more important. Between the two... we need to choose the more important one."

 The further he went on, the more Sikong Teng could not continue.

 Because Old Man Sikong looked at him with a look that hated iron.

 “Did I say something wrong?” Sikong Teng wondered.

 He couldn't figure out what he said wrong.

 After all, in terms of importance, Qinghuang Temple is better.

Old man Sikong sighed: "When people walk, they get wider and wider, not narrower and narrower. Remember, if there is a conflict between Qinghuang Temple and Zhou An, we will stand on Zhou An's side."

Sikong Teng was stunned, really confused: "Just because Zhou An is standing behind...Eunuch Wei?"

 “You know nothing!”

By this time, Old Man Sikong could no longer control his temper.

 In the early years, there were old men who dared to travel across mountains and rivers with their swords to slay monsters in rivers and lakes. Even in old age, they still had a breathtaking aura.

 “Is that Eunuch Wei?”

Old man Sikong said harshly: "Zhou An is Si Jing who suppresses the Guisi, which means there is a chief minister above him. The ninth disciple of the Imperial Master is Zhou An's friend. It's obvious who the Imperial Master is."

“In addition to Eunuch Wei, I asked, do we have the qualifications to stand by?”

Sikong Teng was stunned for a long time by what he was saying, and couldn't react for a long time.

Old man Sikong continued: "There is still a way to offend Qinghuang Temple, but when Zhou Ancong rose, he had no taboos. What way can you do to offend such a person?"

Following Old Man Sikong's words, Sikong Teng felt sweat dripping down his back and remembered the information about Zhou An.

 From Zhou An’s debut to now, he has never been alive.

 This also proves that his father's words are right.

 “I understand.” Sikong Teng wiped the sweat from his head and said quickly.

 “Go down.” Old Man Sikong waved his sleeves.

 Soon, Sikong Teng did not dare to stay any longer and left directly.

 Old man Sikong looked at Sikong Teng’s figure and sighed.

 He suddenly felt that he had no successor.

 As my son, I can't always see things clearly.

This road is almost narrow.

 Fortunately, I am still alive.

 “I hope tomorrow will go well.” Old Man Sikong thought.

 …

Sikong Teng left the hall and hurriedly arranged other things.

 The disciple competition is extremely important, and it is also the way for Zhenyu Sword Sect to select talents.

 This matter cannot be taken carelessly.

Especially thinking about what his father said just now, Sikong Teng felt that he had to do it well this time.

Just after he came out of the hall, Sikong Teng didn't go far when he suddenly met a person.

This man was wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Zhenyu Sword Sect, but he was unkempt and looked crazy.

 Although he looks young, his madness hides his youth.

“Kong Xun, what are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to come out?” Sikong Teng was startled and quickly walked over and grabbed Kong Xun’s hand.

Hong Xun is a disciple of Zhenyu Daomen.

 But a long time ago, while exploring a dangerous place, something went wrong and he became crazy.

 Sometimes, they even say a lot of nonsense.

Sikong old man remembered that Kong Xun was a disciple of Zhenyu Daomen, so he left Kong Xun at Zhenyu Daomen.

In Zhenyu Daomen, Kong Xun’s nickname is Kong Crazy, which was also given to him by his fellow disciples.

 Crazy Kong was pulled by Sikong Teng. He raised his cloudy eyes and said strangely: "Isn't it a big competition? I am also a disciple of the Zhenyu Sword Sect. Of course I will participate."

 The words seemed very logical, but in Sikong Teng's eyes, this logic did not exist at all.

 Because the next sentence, Madman Kong will say something that is incomprehensible.

Sure enough, when Sikong Teng thought this, Madman Kong started dancing.

“Oh, Dabi! I have a sword that can kill evil spirits, a talisman that can suppress all kinds of magic, no one in the world can defeat me, and a writing brush that can write down everything in the world!”

 Crazy Kong danced crazily while doing various movements, and even kept dubbing himself while doing the movements.

Seeing this appearance, Sikong Teng sighed and waved to the disciple next to him.

Not long after, the disciple next to him came up and pulled Madman Kong away.

 Sikong Teng then had time to continue arranging things.

　　　Crazy Kong was still shouting loudly before he was taken away.

“I am a hundred meters long, my whole body is mouth, I am a broken mountain, hahahaha…”

 The sound gradually faded away and disappeared.

 …

Time keeps passing by, and in the blink of an eye, one night passes quickly.

This night, everyone was busy with their own things, except Zhou An, who was still repeating the life of the Gan Emperor.

Sometimes Zhou An thinks that this has become a habit. If one day he has no liver, it will not be natural for him.

 When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone in, Zhou An stretched.

 Proficiency has been improved a lot, but the skill of pot control still requires a strong liver.

Beside him, Heiyu also followed Zhou An's example and stretched.

 Then, the words tiger and wolf came out from the black jade mouth.

 “Tired, but very happy, my waist doesn’t hurt, and my legs don’t feel numb.”

 Zhou An's mouth twitched slightly.

This is true. If others heard it, they might think that they did not work all night yesterday, but worked all night.

"Okay, stop talking and go out." Zhou An stopped Black Jade from continuing to speak cleverly and changed the topic again.

Since you want to go to Zhenyu Daomen, go there early.

 After watching this disciple competition, you can come back and continue your liver proficiency later.

Thinking of this, Zhou An walked out of the room with an excited look on his face.

 Outside the door, Zong Shanyin was waiting outside with a dozen members of the Zhensi Division.

As the chief of the first house, Zong Shanyin is very conscientious in his duties. At least he has never been careless about punctuality.

 Besides them, there were a dozen horses and a carriage outside.

 Others are riding horses, and the carriage is prepared for Zhou An.

After all, Zhou An's current status is very different. How can a leader in the town of a capital-level city rely solely on horses to travel?

The carriage is indeed very large, and is driven exclusively by members of the town guild.

“Master Zhou, should you eat a meal first and then go out, or should you go directly?” Zong Shanyin asked.

 “Let’s eat first.” Zhou An waved his hand.

 One or two meals was not a big deal at first, but it is still early and there is no need to rush.

Especially since this group of town spies came so early, they must not have had breakfast.

 A poor general will not send hungry soldiers until he has enough to eat and drink.

Thinking of this, Zhou An waved his sleeves and said, "I'm treating guests. You can eat whatever you want."

 Today, money is really just a number to Zhou An.

Not to mention anything else, just his medical book has been used by the Hengtong Chamber of Commerce. Various special limited editions, as well as return limited editions, he can receive commissions from it.

If you have no money, just go to the Hengtong Chamber of Commerce to get your bonus.

Every time Zhou An looks at the special limited edition and return limited edition, he feels an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

　　It is very similar to those game skins in previous generations, with various restrictions.

 The members of the town secretaries also cheered knowingly when they heard Zhou An said that he was inviting guests to dinner.

Not long after, everyone went to the best restaurant in Huaixi Capital for a meal under the surprised eyes of the people.

This meal really cost a lot.

However, Zhou An's act of treating guests also changed the eyes of many members of the Suppression Squadron.

“Master Zhou is not as cruel and cruel as the legend in the world.” A member of the Suppression Division muttered in a low voice.

"Master Zhou is kind to his own people." Zong Shanyin slapped this guy on the head and said jokingly: "Stop talking nonsense, get ready to go."

 After eating and drinking, it is natural to prepare to leave.

 Everyone did not stop, and waited until Zhou An got on the carriage before heading to Zhenyu Daomen.

 …

On the way to Zhenyu Daomen, the carriage was driving slowly.

 Zhou An was sitting in the carriage, bored.

Because it is not far from Huaixi Capital, Zhou An does not have liver skills, but is trying to figure out things about the relics.

 Not long ago, he had communication with the Guild.

At that time, the Guild made it clear that if the consciousness fell into an instinctive state again, they would continue to hunt Zhou An.

 After all, in Instinct, Zhou An is the real culprit who abducted Heiyu. As long as Heiyu does not return for a day, the Guild will devote all their resources to hunting down Zhou An.

 Zhou An was quite troubled by this.

Although it seems that it is easy to solve, as long as there are relics, but... relics are really rare!

Not to mention anything else, there are only two pills for Monk Kong Wen's level, and when you take them out, your body hurts.

 Since it is so precious, where can you get it?

 This is a very serious issue.

 If you can’t get it, you won’t be so lucky next time.

 So Zhou An has recently been looking for other methods besides liver proficiency.

  If relics are difficult to find, then try another method.

Zhou An thought of a skill—Holy Spirit Demonic Body.

 A layer of smoke appeared in front of Zhou An's eyes.

 【Holy Spirit Demonic Body lv.7 (purification +10, dispersion +10, power +10) 1/120000】

 This skill is one of Zhou An's rare seventh-level skills.

Even though Zhou An usually uses it for attacks, the ten-meter-tall Holy Spirit Demonic Body is indeed majestic.

 But...this skill does not only have the attribute of power.

It was because of this skill that Hei Yu gained human consciousness. Purification, as the name suggests, can clear one's negative states.

 Dispersal is even more powerful, because it is directed at others.

Whether it is good or bad, as long as it is something similar to a temporary state, he can get rid of it, and he can get rid of whatever he wants.

 “If I improve this skill, can it make the Guild regain consciousness?” Zhou An thought to himself.

 Just draw inferences from one instance, this is what Zhou An thought of.

However, he is a very stable person, so at this time, you have to ask first.

“Is it because of you that your mother recovered, or simply because of the relic?” Zhou An asked.

 This is what Zhou An thought of.

 He thinks more than others.

If the relics could restore the consciousness of Weiyi, the two comedians Taoist Fulong and Monk Zenxin would not be so surprised by the restoration of Weiyi.

It turns out that Zhou An was the first to do this, and no one had done this before.

 In other words, it cannot be done at all, just because of the black jade.

Hearing what Zhou An said, Heiyu tilted his head and started to get angry again: "I told you only after you teased me..."

 “Boom!”

With a muffled groan, Black Jade covered his head with a look of grievance.

"Is not fun."

 Zhou An's move has proven to be successful every time he tries it.

Black Jade was knocked unconscious by Zhou An, and she thought carefully about Zhou An's words.

 After a while, he finally said: "Your... reason."

 “Me?” Zhou An asked strangely: “Why?”

He thought about it over and over again, but he didn't understand why it was because of him.

Black Jade organized his words and said: "My mother and I are connected, you and I are connected, so...we are all connected."

At this time, Hei Yu rarely spoke seriously, because Zhou An was very serious.

Zhou An thought for a moment and realized that Black Jade said loneliness.

 These are all guesses and not certain.

“Maybe it’s a negative state. Maybe after I finish the pot method, I will try the Holy Spirit Demonic Body.”

 Zhou An thought to himself.

 Sariputta, he would do it whenever he had the chance.

 The Holy Spirit Demonic Body should also be tried.

 Zhou An's right hand turned into a claw, and then closed it fully: "I want them all."

 After making the decision, Zhou An relaxed and waited patiently to reach his destination.

 …

 The carriage continued to drive, but after traveling for a while, it gradually slowed down.

Zhou An was sitting in the carriage and could clearly feel that the speed of the carriage had slowed down.

Logically speaking, everyone is following the official path, and this situation will never happen.

Zhou An came to the door, opened the curtain, looked at the members of the town army who were driving the carriage, and asked: "What happened?"

 At this time, the members of the Suppression Squadron were looking unhappy and looking at the situation ahead.

 After hearing Zhou An speak, he immediately put the expression on his face away and said respectfully.

“Master Zhou, the monks from Qinghuang Temple in front of us seem to be going to Zhenyu Daomen as well.”

Hearing this, Zhou An narrowed his eyes and looked forward.

Not far ahead, there were a dozen monks walking slowly forward.

 They were led by a middle-aged monk who was slightly fatter and looked very imposing.

 The reason why the carriage slowed down was because this group of monks blocked the official road.

 Zhou An said calmly: "Qinghuang Temple..."

 He thought of Xin'an Temple, the temple that he had completely destroyed now, which was attached to Qinghuang Temple.

 Speaking of Qinghuang Temple, Zhou An still knows something about it.

This temple, which ranks among the top ten temples in the Chu Kingdom, carries the imperial edict of Emperor Xingwu, and indeed has a very important status in the Chu Kingdom.

 The Buddhism they practice is different from ordinary Buddhism and advocates asceticism.

 Green represents youth, and yellow represents old age.

 From green to yellow, practicing hard for a lifetime is the purpose of Qinghuang Temple.

 Originally, although Zhou An did not understand these ascetics, he respected them enough.

 But the situation at this time seems to be wrong.

　　Specialized in walking on the official road, people walking in the street walked so slowly and blocked in front of them.

 Zhou An felt that there was something going on here.

 Thinking about this, he looked at the fat middle-aged monk in the front.

The middle-aged fat monk also looked over at this time.

The two people's eyes met, and Zhou An already understood what it meant.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are trying to intimidate me so that I can follow you and lose face.”

Zhou An sneered and said: "After all, they can't forget the matter of Xin'an Temple. They feel that I have lost their face, so they turned against me."

These days, some people really earn face, especially big forces like Qinghuang Temple.

but…

In Zhou An’s view, some people are really unreasonable.

Even if you break the law, you still have to save face.

There are actually quite a lot of people like this, at least Zhou An has seen them in his previous life.

 Many things in the past life are far more bizarre than the story.

Thinking of this, Zhou An said loudly: "We are in charge of suppressing the secret police, get out of the way quickly!"

The voice fell, but no one answered.

This group of monks seemed not to have heard and did not agree at all.

Not far away, Zong Shanyin saw this scene and secretly said that the road had narrowed.

 Have Master Zhou ever been afraid of anyone?

 I’ve really never been afraid.

Sure enough, just as Zongshan Yin thought this, he heard a voice.

 “Zongshan Seal.”

 “Here you are, Master Zhou.” Zong Shanyin quickly rode his horse and came to Zhou An.

Zhou An pointed at the group of monks and said: "Drive them all away, and arrest those who obstruct them and take them to the dungeon when the time comes."

As soon as these words came out, the monks who were walking slowly in front all froze.

 In Huaixi Jing, Zhou An is the sky.

Just for the few major events that came to Huaixi Capital, the members of the Zhensi were already obedient to Zhou An's orders.

Zong Shanyin agreed, then turned around and said, "Go and drive them all away. Those who refuse to obey will be arrested!"

As soon as the words fell, half of the members of the Zhenshisi walked towards the group of monks.

This group of members who suppress the secret agents are all masters of martial arts. If nothing else, just taking out one of them would be a level beyond the reach of others.

　　When these members of the Suppression and Rebellion approached on horseback, the fat middle-aged monk immediately stood up.

 “Wait a minute!”

“Poor monk Hui Wu, elder of Qinghuang Temple, please don’t take action yet.”

 Monk Huiwu said quickly.

At this time, he was indeed just as Zhou An thought, and he was losing face to Zhou An.

 If nothing else, others are afraid of Zhou An, but Qinghuang Temple is not.

Originally, Monk Huiwu came to Huaixi Capital along the way.

 Unexpectedly, I heard a lot of rumors.

 Especially the fact that Zhou An lost the Xin'an Temple made Monk Huiwu furious.

If there is a problem with Xin'an Temple, you can monitor it first and then send a letter to Qinghuang Temple. If there is a problem, Qinghuang Temple will not stop it, but you Zhou An took action directly.

This is too disrespectful to Qinghuang Temple.

Since I want to lose face to Qinghuang Temple, then I will lose face to you.

 Just take advantage of this moment to put on a good show.

If Zhou An doesn't care, it will spread in the world.

Then Monk Hui Wu will not continue to embarrass Zhou An. After all, it can be regarded as a face for Eunuch Wei.

 But now, the result is unexpected.

Zhou An was not only not afraid, but was also prepared to expel them.

Monk Huiwu cannot ignore this.

Zhou An sneered and said: "Three sentences, you only have three sentences, so I give you a privilege, for the sake of the first abbot's sacrifice for the people."

Monk Hui Wu was stunned for a moment, and then became even more angry: "Master Zhou, do you know that disturbing Qinghuang Temple's hard work is making you an enemy of Qinghuang Temple?"

 “One sentence.” Zhou An said calmly.

Monk Hui Wu's eyes widened: "As for the matter of Xin'an Temple, if you follow us today, we will pretend that we don't exist, and you will still be your Si Jing."

 “Two sentences.” Zhou An continued.

Monk Huiwu sneered and said, "Okay, then we won't leave. Do you really dare to take action?"

 “Three sentences.”

Zhou An sighed: "It's all nonsense."

 He stepped out of the carriage.

"I know you are dissatisfied because you dealt with Xin'an Temple without telling you."

 “But how do you know that when the charlatan appears, even a tiny bit of time will save a common person’s life.”

 “You don’t know yet, but you are still standing in front of me, and you think you are right.”

"The abbot of Qinghuang Temple died to clarify his ambition and save the people, but descendants like you are like a stubborn stone, ruining his reputation."

“I respect the abbot and the hero, because I don’t have such big ideals, but I don’t like villains.”

Zhou An said slowly: "In that case, let you experience how those talented people appeared when they came to Beijing."

 “How to appear?” Monk Hui Wu didn’t react.

Zong Shanyin did not wait any longer and commanded the members of the Suppression Division to rush out.

At this time, as soon as Monk Hui Wu made a move, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

"If you move again, you will really die." Zhou An said calmly, holding the long knife.

 “What do you want to do?” Monk Hui Wu gritted his teeth.

 He could feel the evil aura on Zhou An's body, and he really wanted to kill him.

 Zhou An said with a smile: "In other words, I like to watch the monk pull the cart."

As he finished speaking, the poisonous gas from the medical Gu seed penetrated into Monk Hui Wu's body.

"What if I don't? Can you still kill me?" Monk Hui Wu sneered.

 He concluded that Zhou An would not kill him.

 But then, a terrible pain came.

Even monk Huiwu couldn't help but roll on the ground.

Zhou An squatted down and smiled: "You have plenty of time, and so do I. The toxicity is very severe. Let's see how long you can endure it..."

 …

 Zhenyu Daomen.

At this time, Old Man Sikong and Sikong Teng were waiting at the mountain gate to greet him.

 This time, many guests came, all from surrounding forces.

These forces are also at the top level and are on the same level as the Zhenyu Dao Sect.

 It is said to be a great competition between disciples, but in fact it can also be regarded as a bond of affection.

At that time, Zhenyu Dao Sect was founded and its power was not strong. It was because of Zhenyu Sect that it slowly developed to what it is today.

 Peripheral forces will be more or less weak-minded.

At this time, what was supposed to come had already arrived, but Qinghuang Temple and Zhenguisi were the only ones missing.

 “What’s going on?” Old Man Sikong asked.

Besides, many forces are also waiting.

 Their thoughts are also very simple, that is, to make friends with Zhou An.

 After all, Zhou An today wants strength and status.

If you don’t make friends in this situation, isn’t that a mental illness?

As for Qinghuang Temple, I’m sorry, everyone is really not familiar with it.

Zhou An is the Sijing of Huaixi Jing. Everyone still hangs out in Huaixi Jing. Why bother with the distant Qinghuang Temple?

They are all people with brains and will not do stupid things like Sikong Teng.

 But there’s a problem.

 Why has the rightful owner not appeared yet?

 Old man Sikong asked: "Are you sure you sent a message to Mr. Zhou and the others?"

Sikong Teng nodded and said: "Dad, I'm really worried. Logically speaking, they should have arrived, and Qinghuang Temple is closer, so they haven't arrived yet. I don't know what's going on."

 Old man Sikong fell into silence.

He was a little worried. Could it be that the two parties met on the road?

If we really encounter it, there’s no guarantee what will happen.

 “I hope that Monk Huiwu of Qinghuang Temple will not be miserable.” Old Man Sikong thought in his heart.

With this feeling, he continued to wait.

 Everyone was looking forward to it.

 After waiting for another stick of incense, finally, the rightful owner came.

What comes into view is the ascetic monk of Qinghuang Temple.

As everyone knows, ascetics are very hard-working, but...

 “Is this also a part of asceticism?” Someone was thinking when they saw this scene.

 This is what many people have in mind because the scene is so shocking.

More than a dozen ascetics, led by Hui Wu, all had a rope tied to their bodies.

 The other end of the rope is connected to a carriage.

On the carriage, Zhou Anzheng was swinging the whip, hitting Monk Hui Wu again and again.

But Monk Huiwu seemed not to feel it, lowering his head and pulling the carriage.

They have seen people pulling carriages.

　　But... a high-ranking person like Qinghuang Temple pulls a carriage, and it really opens his eyes to pull the **** with a knife.

“I heard that when Mr. Zhou entered Beijing, he tied many talented people to the carriage. I thought it was gorgeous enough, but I didn’t expect that there would be something even more gorgeous.” Someone said with emotion.

 More people looked at Monk Huiwu with some pity.

 They are all leaders of forces and very smart. Of course they know the reason.

As the saying goes, no one who offends Zhou An can escape.

 Obviously, this is the sequelae of offending Zhou An.

Monk Hui Wu looked at the eyes of so many people, and his originally empty eyes completely lost their sparkle.

 (End of this chapter)