Chapter 243: What Year Did You Graduate From Qing Shan?
“I’m going back to Yangzhou. Are you coming?” Zhang Qiming, covered in soot, asked Fusheng.
No one expected that after offending the City Lord of Picheng, he didn’t run far but instead came to the Golden Buddha Temple.
The most dangerous place is the safest place.
After that trip to the City Lord’s Mansion, he was utterly disgusted.
That damn Nangong Zhao, a complete petty tyrant!
Talking about making money, it’s like being force-fed shit!
Ugh! Disgusting!
Damn it, the Jianghu really is a cesspool!
It was a mistake for me to step into the Jianghu!
He wanted to return to Yangzhou and call for people to come and kill all these stupid cunts!
“This poor monk doesn’t want to go anywhere, this is this poor monk’s home.” Fusheng looked at the people hanging in the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple and said slowly.
In the past few days, those dead people have started to stink, and some unknown liquid has begun to drip from their bodies.
The entire main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple was filled with an unbearable stench.
But Fusheng could bear it, and even ate vegetarian meals and chanted Buddhist scriptures in the Golden Buddha Temple as usual.
He wasn’t afraid of those hanging people.
“…” Zhang Qiming felt that Fusheng was becoming increasingly crazy. When he saved him, he was quite normal.
It’s really strange.
“You will die here!” Zhang Qiming said.
Both Nangong Family of Picheng and the Golden Buddha Temple wanted Fusheng dead.
“It’s good that this poor monk can die in his own home.” Fusheng looked at the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple.
He continued, “In the past, there were pools of wine and forests of meat, and today there are halls of Buddha and forests of corpses.”
“It’s truly elegant!”
Elegant my ass!
Zhang Qiming felt that the Jianghu people he had encountered seemed to be not quite right in the head.
Forget it, better not to bother with him.
You can save someone for a while, but you can’t save them forever.
Zhang Qiming turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.
Why can’t he save someone forever?
Could it be that the first person he saved after entering the Jianghu has to wait here to die?
Wouldn’t that be a waste of effort?
If he left like this, he might never see Fusheng again.
Thinking back to the first time he saw Fusheng, that emaciated monk who was about to hang himself naked.
At that time, Zhang Qiming couldn’t understand, monks have arms and legs, and can beg for alms, how could they starve to death?
Now, he kind of understood.
To live, one also needs hope.
A life without hope is meaningless, it’s better to die at home.
For Fusheng, there was no hope, no future in living. Plus, by hanging the Golden Buddha Temple in the main hall, he had already offended the entire temple.
In front of the others in the Golden Buddha Temple, he was like an ant.
Rather than die outside, it’s better to die at home.
“Do you know how to read?” Zhang Qiming turned around and looked at Fusheng.
Fusheng was admiringly looking at the people hanging below the main hall, their bodies as tall as the Buddha statues and Arhats in the hall.
“This poor monk has been studying Buddhist scriptures since childhood, of course I can read.” He said.
Although some monks chant scriptures, they cannot read. Zhang Qiming’s question was not nonsense.
“Perfect! We are short of literacy teachers in Yangzhou, you can come and contribute to Yangzhou!” Zhang Qiming said.
“This poor monk…” Before Fusheng could finish speaking, he felt his vision go black and was knocked unconscious.
Zhang Qiming carried him, his body radiating Buddha’s light, and swaggered away from Picheng.
It was a blatant taunt!
Nangong Zhao was having a good time with his beautiful concubines when he suddenly heard Nangong Feng’s report!
When he came out with his pants up, he saw that Zhang Qiming had already left Picheng.
“Golden Buddha Temple!” Nangong Zhao slapped a few concubines to death, collapsed a house, and said through gritted teeth.
He had an irreconcilable feud with those bald donkeys!
After taunting Nangong Zhao, Zhang Qiming and Fusheng flew towards Yangzhou at lightning speed, running until Zhang Qiming’s legs were sore.
Finally, in the evening, they arrived at the border between Yangzhou and Xuzhou.
“Ah! Yangzhou! My home! I’m finally back!”
As soon as they reached Yangzhou territory, Zhang Qiming knelt on the official road of Yangzhou and said loudly:
“The air in Yangzhou is sweet!”
He had finally left the cesspool of Xuzhou, how could the air not be sweet!
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“…”
Fusheng, with a lifeless expression, watched Zhang Qiming’s abstract performance. Why couldn’t this person understand human language?!
He had already said he didn’t want to come to Yangzhou, but he insisted on bringing him to Yangzhou.
What a weirdo!
“Why don’t we part ways here? Benefactor goes to Yangzhou, this poor monk returns to Picheng.” Fusheng said.
“We’re already in Yangzhou? Why go back! I remember there seems to be a contact point nearby!” Zhang Qiming thought for a moment, recognizing the geographical location.
“Let’s go!” Zhang Qiming grabbed Fusheng and flew towards a small village by the river in the distance.
“Put this poor monk down, let this poor monk go back!” Fusheng shouted in the sky.
Soon, he couldn’t speak anymore.
The wind was strong in the sky.
Wangtian Village was named so because there were people surnamed Wang and Tian in the village.
And because Wangtian Village was closest to Xuzhou, there was a member of the Reform Society’s Jiang An Bureau stationed there.
The full name of the Jiang An Bureau is the Jianghu Security Bureau.
The Jiang An Bureau member in Wangtian Village was named Zhou Jiaxing.
He was in his early twenties and had graduated from the sixth grade of Qing Shan Martial Academy for over a year.
During his school years, he was known for his meticulous mind and quick thinking despite his older age. After graduation, he was assigned to the Jiang An Bureau.
He was familiar with northern Yangzhou and southern Xuzhou, so he was stationed in Wangtian Village to gather intelligence on Xuzhou.
It was already dark, and he was organizing information in his room, classifying and summarizing the collected information. A crow would knock on his door tomorrow morning to take it away.
He was busy when he suddenly heard the village dogs barking.
The village dogs only barked when they smelled strangers.
His professional instincts made him cautiously gather all the information, then gently close the door and go out to have a look.
He arrived at the village entrance and saw two strangers talking to the village night patrol.
It was too close to Xuzhou, so the village arranged for night patrols in turns every night.
“…Are the people from Jicheng here?”
His eyesight was good, and with the help of the night patrol’s lantern, he saw two people.
One was a monk wearing a monk’s robe, and the other seemed to be wearing Jicheng’s standard uniform and carrying a sword!
He had the same sword.
Every graduate of Qing Shan Martial Academy had a sword.
The last lesson at Qing Shan Martial Academy was to forge a sword for oneself.
In the words of the Academy Head, it was a sword of civilization, a sword to sweep away darkness, and also a sword to demand of oneself.
The sword held extraordinary significance at Qing Shan Martial Academy.
Plus, the accent of the person who spoke was a genuine Jicheng accent.
However, he hadn’t heard of anyone coming from Jicheng!
Could there be something important?
So, he quickly walked to the village entrance and said, “Are you from Jicheng?”
Zhang Qiming was asking the villagers where the Yangzhou contact person was when he happened to see Zhou Jiaxing.
The way Zhou Jiaxing walked showed that he had been to Qing Shan Martial Academy.
“Everyone has merit to practice.” Zhang Qiming said.
“Everyone becomes a hero!” Zhou Jiaxing immediately replied.
“Moonlight in front of my bed.”
“Hang yourself from the southeast branch!”
“Hoeing millet in the midday sun.”
“Hang yourself from the southeast branch!”
“Academy Head’s catchphrase?”
“Son of a bitch!”
After exchanging the secret phrases of Qing Shan Martial Academy, Zhang Qiming asked, “What year did you graduate from Qing Shan?”
Zhou Jiaxing is a character provided by a reader, and I used to have a colleague with the same name.
