Chapter 49: Don’t insult the weak.
The appearance of a man like him here made the women around him feel very strange.
Their eyes fell on him from time to time.
Some bold women even came over.
"Handsome boy, are you here to become a monk too?"
"You must practice well. Auntie, I am optimistic about you."
"Yes, yes, auntie also likes your style."
Jiang Chuan looked confused.
He didn't know what these women meant.
He glanced around and found that many of them had similar expressions.
Some of them were even in their sixties and seventies.
Since his body returned to a young state, he never felt like an old man again.
Of course, there were not many changes in his mentality and personality.
He would not be the least bit ostentatious when he was calm.
When he needed to use thunderous means, he would not be soft-hearted.
Now he was being watched by these people with a covetous look, which made him frown.
But his action made the women around him scream.
"Ah, so handsome."
"No, my legs are so weak."
"It's over, tonight will definitely be another sleepless night."
Jiang Chuan's face darkened.
This look, why does it look a little familiar?
Hurry up and go in.
There is a large square of tens of thousands of square meters here.
There are three tripods in the center of the square.
Women holding incense and candles, I don't know what they are worshipping.
On the left where incense and candles are sold.
Every time you buy an incense and candle, you can participate in a lottery.
The women who win the lottery will be very excited.
The women who don't win the lottery sigh.
This scene makes him more puzzled.
But he doesn't care what this Zen is doing.
Looking in the direction of the back hall.
There is a merit box over there.
Many women will throw some gold, silver, black crystals and the like into it.
Backyard.
Zhishan Zen Master, who looks to be in his sixties, has a big bald head, holding a string of golden Buddhist beads in one hand and a coquettish young woman in the other.
With a cracked mouth, chanting Buddhist names.
"Ami Doufu. My name is Zhishan. This female donor, I was asked by someone to open your eyes."
"I hope the female donor will cooperate. Otherwise, the Buddha's stick will hurt a lot."
Wu Meiniang was so angry that her lungs were about to explode.
She had taken the Soul-Nourishing Pill and was still refining her martial soul.
But she was attacked by someone and the process was interrupted.
So much medicinal power dissipated in the world.
The martial soul Nine-Tail, which was about to reach the eighth grade, was interrupted.
It stabilized at the seventh grade.
Although there was only a difference in grade, the gap was a world of difference.
The anger in her heart can be imagined.
Now she was held hostage by this group of shameless Zen bald donkeys.
If she could, she really wanted to break their necks.
"Bald donkey! Stop being so disgusting. Since I have fallen into your hands today, it's just your luck."
"But don't be complacent. If you let me leave, I will definitely make your Zen sect uneasy."
Zhishan laughed.
"Just you? The daughter of a small military minister. Even if your father comes, I can beat him to death."
Wu Meiniang was so angry that she lost her temper.
The Zen sect is still very powerful.
The other party has a quasi-King of Martial Arts.
The whole cultivation world knows this.
Suddenly she thought of something.
A look of confidence gradually appeared on her face.
"Hmph, old bald donkey. My father can't beat you. But I still have my husband. If you dare to touch me, your entire Zen sect will be buried with you."
Zhishan stroked the goatee on his chin.
"May I ask who your husband is?"
The Zen sect has been able to survive to this day, so naturally they know how to advance and retreat.
People who can't be provoked will never be provoked.
They are bald, but that doesn't mean they are stubborn.
If her husband is really a great man, they will never complete this deal this time.
Wu Meiniang snorted arrogantly.
"His name is Jiangchuan. He is a martial king. A very young one."
Zhishan's expression froze there.
His brain was working fast, trying to find a martial king with this name.
Seeing him like this, Wu Meiniang was very proud.
He is worthy of being the man she found. A name can scare him like this.
I will never let you dare to bully this lady again.
Oh no, I should call her Madam now.
Hehe, she is also a woman with a family.
"How about it, old bald donkey. You know you are scared now."
Zhishan reacted and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Haha. Since your husband is so powerful, let him save you."
"If he can't come. Hehe, then today this Zen master will have sex with you."
"Oh, by the way, they said. They also want the painter to paint a picture as a souvenir, so that your name, Miss Wu Meiniang, will be famous in the imperial city."
"You must perform well later."
Just kidding, using a nobody he has never heard of to scare him.
He really thinks he grew up by being scared.
He knows all the martial kings in the entire cultivation world.
There is definitely no one named Jiangchuan among these people.
This clever girl wants to get away with it. He just laughed.
"You!"
Zhishan let go of the woman in his arms and was about to unbutton his cassock.
But at this moment, there was a loud bang.
The huge shock almost made him pee.
"what's the situation!"
The young monk outside rushed in.
"Abbott! Someone chopped down our house with a knife!"
"Ami, that tofu, ***, I want to see which grandson dares to cause trouble in my Zen sect's territory!"
Jiang Chuan held the formation dagger in his metal-gloved right hand and patted it gently on the palm of his left hand.
With that leisurely look, it was completely unimaginable that he was the one who just smashed a house with a knife.
The surrounding women pilgrims were so frightened that they retreated to the outside for fear of being implicated.
"Who dares to come to my Zen sect to cause trouble?"
Many bald monks on both sides rushed out.
Some of them were still disheveled, and the rouge marks on their bodies had not yet been wiped off.
Jiangchuan was surrounded by hundreds of Zen disciples.
Each of their faces showed anger.
Not to mention the good things that disturbed them, he actually dared to smash up their sect's house.
I really think they are eminent monks who can save all sentient beings.
He glanced at this group of people.
"Are you going together? Or should I kill you one by one?"
The purpose of his coming today is to destroy the family.
Otherwise, there may be trouble in the future.
People like him hate trouble the most.
It can be solved once and for all, and there will never be any second time.
All the Zen disciples looked gloomy.
They didn't expect to be ridiculed by a boy of unknown origin.
"Trash. Who are you!"
"If you dare to cause trouble in our territory, do you think we are all soft persimmons?"
Jiang Chuan shook his head.
"Don't insult weak persimmons. You are just a bunch of ants."
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud laugh from the side.
"Hahaha, interesting. Boy, you are quite good at things. How dare you say that we are all ants."
"Then Zen Master I must learn your skills carefully."
When the women around him heard this, they couldn't help but clench their legs, with a look of obsession on their faces.
"Ah, I'm so excited. The Mighty Master is so handsome! I like him so much."
