Chapter 237 XiaFusheng saw Zhang Qiming muttering to himself, with murderous intent in his eyes, and then a deep blue sword energy suddenly appeared.
Under the terrified gazes of the hanged monks, the sword energy cut their throats, causing them to spurt out blood like blood balloons.
"Donor Zhang..." Fusheng felt that Zhang Qiming seemed to be possessed.
How come he just talked a lot to himself and then killed everyone!
"I don't believe it. I don't believe that the martial arts world is like this!"
"I allow you to go and have a look, but you must remember to write in your diary."
Zhang Qiming finally finished what he said to his teacher before leaving Yangzhou.
Tick tock!Tick tock!Tick tock!
At this moment, he looked at the hall, where dozens of monks were hanging on the beams. Blood flowed down their robes onto the hall, making a dripping sound. He felt that the world of martial arts was far different from what he had imagined.
I thought she was a well-educated and well-mannered lady, but she turned out to be a prostitute available to anyone.
Zhang Qiming is a very smart man. He can judge from Fusheng's words. After they leave, there will naturally be monks from other places of the Golden Buddha Temple to fill this gap, continue to dig three feet into the ground, and continue to be a high monk.
For the people of Picheng, it is just that Zhang San is replaced by Li Si, the familiar taste will not change.
Even if all the monks of the Golden Buddha Temple were killed, within two years, monks from the Silver Buddha Temple would come out and continue doing the same thing.
The world is still the same.
The so-called chivalrous and righteous behavior is nothing but deceiving oneself and others.
If you don't act chivalrously thoroughly, it's the same as not being a chivalrous at all.
Being a chivalrous hero, wandering around and taking care of bullies and injustices when you see them is nothing but an act of self-deception.
Because there is no substantial change in the world.
Just give the person involved a moment of hope.
The world is so vast, how can we control it all?
He couldn't even manage a small city like Pi.
Zhang Qiming suddenly felt a little disheartened. After all, he was still a young man. After his filter of the martial arts world was shattered, he thought it would be better for him to return to Yangzhou and become a sword teacher.
The world is really a cesspool.
After a moment's thought, he thought of Yangzhou again.
There is no Jianghu in Yangzhou, and no one bullies others in Yangzhou, because Yangzhou has a "Jianghu Reform Committee" to manage everything.
Zhang Qiming used to not understand why there existed such a thing as a committee.
Now he understood that if he wanted to be a hero in the martial world, he had to turn the martial world upside down and change it thoroughly and completely!
Only then can you be considered a hero, only then can you be considered chivalrous and righteous!
The greatest hero is one who wants to change the world.
But... that is far from the starting point of my wandering around the world.
What do you really want?
Zhang Qiming was a little confused.
"Fusheng, do you have any ideals?" Zhang Qiming suddenly said to Fusheng.
"Ah?" Fusheng was puzzled. Why did Zhang Qiming ask this question after talking to himself?
"Do you have any ideals?"
Under the corpses of dozens of monks, Zhang Qiming asked the question again.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Fusheng looked up at the dozens of fellow disciples who had fallen on the beam. He was not afraid.
There is nothing more frightening about a dead person than a living one.
"I don't have any ideals." Fusheng continued, "I have lived in the Golden Buddha Temple since I was young. When I was young, I would chant Buddhist scriptures to the sound of morning bells and evening drums."
"The principles in the Buddhist scriptures don't match what's taught in the temple. I don't know, so I'll go ask the master."
"The master said that the Buddhist scriptures are wrong."
"I asked, Master, if the Buddhist scriptures are wrong, why do we still recite them?"
"The master just touched my head and said I would understand when I grow up."
"When my master died, my martial arts training was suddenly interrupted. No one provided me with the resources to practice martial arts. After hanging around in the temple for so many years, I finally understood. The Buddhist scriptures teach people to be good, which means there is no good in the world!"
"The Jianghu is wrong." Fusheng sighed and said, "But no one has ever done things according to the principles of the Buddhist scriptures, which shows that the Buddhist scriptures are not necessarily right."
"Oh? You actually know a little about dialectics?" Zhang Qiming said curiously.
"I don't know what dialectics is, I just deduced it by reverse calculation. I don't have any ideals in this life, I just want to live." Fusheng said.
"Hmm... I think I 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 time!"
"Why do you want to go to Yangzhou? Although I want to live, I am not afraid of death!" Fusheng showed a sarcastic smile and said, "I was born in the Golden Buddha Temple, and I will die in the Golden Buddha Temple!"
"This is my home!"
"It's better to die at home than to wander around! Everyone will die one day. I can't choose how to live, but at least I can choose where to die!"
"Amitabha!" He chanted the Buddha's name.
"..."
Zhang Qiming looked carefully at the monk who was standing in the Buddhist temple, surrounded by the corpses of his fellow disciples.
He seemed to have gotten to know Fusheng all over again.
That’s right, how can it be normal for a man who was forced to hang himself and wanted to hang dozens of his fellow disciples himself?
In such a world, how many normal people can there be?
"Okay! It's up to you." Zhang Qiming said. He looked at the monks who were bleeding and said, "Hey, there are so many people. I have to put them down and throw them in the back mountain. It's too troublesome."
"Actually, you don't have to put it down." Fusheng looked at his fellow apprentice who had just begged for mercy and turned into corpses floating under the beam.
His mentality changed a little bit, and he said, "They are all going to serve as officials in the underworld, so it's good to just hang them here."
You bald ass is quite humorous.
Zhang Qiming didn't care about him, since he lived in the Golden Buddha Temple anyway. 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 everything away, 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 walked through the blood-stained hall and said, "I will stay in the Golden Buddha Temple and pray for my fellow disciples to become high officials!"
Since Fusheng said so, Zhang Qiming didn't hesitate.
He did need the gold from the Golden Buddha Temple, but he didn't need it himself.
With such a sudden change happening in the Golden Buddha Temple, the Golden Buddha Temple headquarters in Qingzhou will definitely send someone, who might be a real warrior.
At that time, throw the gold of the Golden Buddha Temple into the Picheng City Lord's Mansion, and then spread rumors secretly. With the greedy nature of the city lord, how could he give up the gold? Maybe he can drive the tiger to devour the wolf and reap the benefits!
Although he hasn't 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 would just pat his butt after killing someone and leave a mess behind!
He will take care of Picheng’s affairs!
Even if the road in the martial arts world ends in Picheng!
Tick tock!Tick tock!
(End of this chapter)
