Chapter Thirty-Three: Departure, Night Temple
"This can't be, how can it be so fast?" Hui Fang's heart was so sad at this time, his expression was extremely depressed, if it weren't for the fact that the monks who fell to the ground were indeed disciples of Southern Shaolin, he would have thought that someone had played a joke on him.
"Now it seems that I have won, and I think you monks will not forget your previous promise. Du Xu saw the few people who were lost and depressed, and after waiting for a while, when several people had gradually accepted the fact that the Zhensi Great Array had failed, their faces were a little ugly.
Hearing this, the faces of the monks in Southern Shaolin became even more difficult to look at, and Hui Fang felt some regret and guilt in his heart. The one hundred and eight martial monks on the martial arts training ground had already stood up, and the shock in their hearts had not yet calmed down, and most of them were ashamed at the same time.
As a young monk in the south, their physical fitness is naturally not comparable to ordinary people, and Du Xu is measured, so they can't use force for a short time.
"It seems that you are not in a very good state today, and the time is set for two months later, when the Hengshan faction has completed washing its hands, and I am in Fuzhou Mansion to welcome the arrival of your temple. Seeing that these Southern Shaolin monks did not say a word, Du Xu smiled slightly, and after speaking, he came to the stable with a salute and slowly walked outside the Southern Shaolin.
Huiyong and the others watched all this blankly, until Du Xu walked out of the door, and the martial arts training ground suddenly became active.
"He, just left, what do you mean, do we still have to keep that promise?" Hui Idiot was a little slurred, and said slowly, looking at Hui Fang and the others with a confused expression.
"How can you not comply, didn't you hear him say that he will be waiting in Fuzhou in two months?" one immediately gritted his teeth and said angrily.
"Heh, that person is really domineering, just give a time and place, and there is no room for discussion. Hui Yong's face was ugly, he had never had such an attitude towards Nan Shaolin for decades.
"Deceive people too much, steal the scriptures of my temple, harm our abbot, and now you want us to do things for him, don't even think about it. If we don't go then, will it be possible that the guy dares to destroy our Southern Shaolin?" Hui Idiot also understood at this time, and suddenly his face turned red with anger, and he screamed like crazy, this was the day he felt the most aggrieved.
"That's right, he left like this, who will take revenge on the abbot of the temple? Won't he also take away the secret books of the temple?" Hearing this, a young warrior monk immediately exclaimed.
"Ahem, I think with his martial arts, it's really not like he came to this temple to steal the secret book, this temple has that secret book that is worth stealing from him. The other warrior monk on the side rubbed his arm, which was still a little painful, and thought about it with a palpitating look on his face.
Obviously, these young warrior monks don't know that Nan Shaolin has a "Sunflower Treasure Book", and they only hear a few elders say that the cheats were stolen, and they don't know what cheats were stolen.
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Hui Fang looked at the noisy martial arts training ground sluggishly, all kinds of thoughts turned in his mind, everything tonight had caused him too many surprises, so that he, who was usually able to make up his mind quickly, was now a little hesitant.
"Senior brother, what do you say we should do now? The abbot is gone, and someone has to take the lead. The voice of the idiot suddenly came, and he was immediately startled and immediately came to his senses.
"Ahem, I think the most important thing at the moment is to arrange the funeral of the senior brother, and then secretly investigate the whereabouts of the cheats, find the real culprit and avenge the senior brother. ”
"As for two months later, we can send some people to Fuzhou first to see what the young dart head wants us to do, as long as it is not against the morality of Buddhism, we can agree. ”
As soon as the words "this ......" came out, the others immediately talked softly, and some people's faces fell, if it weren't for Hui Fang's usual bit of power, I'm afraid that some people would have stood up and objected now.
"Amitabha, I know that you have difficulty accepting this, and your Taoist skills are not as good as others, so what can you do? Besides, this is not an opportunity to carry forward and strengthen our temple. ”
"Senior brother, the more you say that we are more confused, how can we carry forward and strengthen the temple by doing things for him?"
"In just a few years after Lin Pingzhi took over, the influence of the Haijiao Gang has gradually spread all over Fujian, and it would not be bad if it was just that. The key is that the industrial model they have helped, all kinds of daily necessities, has affected Fuzhou Prefecture, and I believe that it will not be long before it can sell well in the whole world. ”
"If we can get in touch with him and find a way to get a piece of the pie, it will be a great resource to expand the scale of the temple. ”
According to his understanding during this time, Hui Fang said while thinking, and the more he said, the more reasonable he felt, and his expression gradually became excited.
"Senior brother, I don't think the temple is short of money, the temple has so much land, as long as the rent and some lay disciples worship, it is enough for the temple to spend. After listening to him, the Hui idiot and the others still looked puzzled, and one of the monks hesitated and said, as soon as these words came out, the other people immediately nodded in agreement.
Huifang: "......"
Hui Fang rubbed his brows and shouted with a headache, how could he not find a few senior brothers so cute before, how did Senior Brother Hui Wen arrange for them to do things, should I continue to work hard to fight for the position of abbot? He began to doubt his life.
Regardless of the reaction of the monks in Southern Shaolin, Du Xu was already leading the white horse on the road at this time, although it was a pity that the abbot had passed away, but he did not have to avenge him.
Stopping and stopping along the way, what appeared in front of him was a panel of characters of Southern Shaolin monks, who were studying which martial arts he needed.
Before dark, as he did not meet the inn, he found a dilapidated temple on the mountain, and before the sun was about to set, he found a large pile of dry firewood and a few wild animals.
Fortunately, he thought of this situation when he went out, bringing table salt and spices. In his previous life, he often cooked his own dishes on Earth, and although he was not as good as an authentic chef, he ate well by himself.
Therefore, he drew the dagger he was carrying and quickly cleaned a few wild objects and prepared them, but unfortunately the tools were limited, so he could only make a barbecue.
Tidy up the ground, light the firewood with flint and steel, and by the time it gets dark, the temple is already blazing. Du Xu held a bamboo stick in one hand, and the other end of the bamboo stick was a rabbit that was already flowing oil, looking at its color, it was almost ripe, he hurriedly picked up the salt and spices in the bottles and cans next to him, and as his hand flipped over, an attractive smell came from the fire.
An hour later, he had roasted half of the wild creatures, and he swallowed even the bones into his stomach.
Since practicing martial arts, his appetite has increased a lot, his teeth are harder, and when he usually eats, his bones are bitten and swallowed by him, and there are no problems such as indigestion, only a warm heat fills the cells of the whole body, which is very comfortable.
Sitting in the ruined temple, listening to the cries of wild beasts from time to time in the wilderness, if it was on the earth in his previous life, he would have been frightened. But now, he sat by the fire and listened to the sound of the firewood burning.
"It's time to extract and summarize the martial arts of Southern Shaolin this time. After thinking about it for a while, Du Xu thought about the harvest of Southern Shaolin this time, and became a little excited.
If his idea is correct, then he will return to the Three Kingdoms of Gaowu this time, and he will soon be able to gather a good force.