Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 338 Chu Pingsheng: I heard that you are very heroic?

September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival.

Inscribed on the red leaves and clear stream in the Imperial Canal, people admiring yellow flowers are drunken in the singing tower. The sky is long and the shadows of wild geese are sparse, the moon is setting and the mountains are thin, it is a cold and quiet time in late autumn. The withered willows and cold cicadas are full of sorrow, who is willing to teach white clothes to send wine?

In the secular world, people spend holidays together with wine and blind dates, but it is different in Shaolin Temple. During such ordinary holidays, everything remains the same as usual.

However, today's Double Ninth Festival is completely different from before.

The difference in Xu Zhu's eyes was that it was not his uncles and great-grandmasters of the Xuan generation who came out in full force to the mountain gate square, but the monk Yuangen who was supervising his work. In the past, he was assigned the task of carrying manure, which was only about ten to twenty buckets a day, but today he was doubled, and was required to carry forty buckets. If he did not carry enough, he could not sleep.

"Xuzhu, what are you doing? Are you being lazy again?" A fat monk with big ears and a hairy black mole on the right corner of his mouth walked into the vegetable garden with a whip in his hand, pointed at Xuzhu who was drinking water from the water jar with a ladle, and shouted, "You've only carried a few buckets? Are you so tired?"

"Master Yuangen... Senior Brother."

Xu Zhu quickly dropped the ladle and rushed to pour out the manure water.

"Stop." Monk Yuangen shouted from behind. Seeing that he was just hesitant and did not stop immediately, he ran two steps without saying anything, raised his hand and whipped him: "Didn't you hear me telling you to stop?"

Snapped.

The whip hit Xu Zhu's back, causing the little monk to tremble and look painful.

"Speak, do you hear me?"

Snapped.

Yuan Gen whipped Xu Zhu again, and the tip of the whip swept across his arm. He grimaced in pain and kept rubbing it.

"I heard it, I heard it."

"louder please."

"I heard."

Snapped.

He was whipped again.

Xu Zhu couldn't understand why he was beaten even though he had already agreed loudly.

How could he know that Yuangen just wanted to whip him. No matter whether he agreed loudly or quietly, he would not be able to avoid the whip.

"Brother... are you... drinking...?"

When Yuan Gen came around in front of him, Xu Zhu only felt a smell of alcohol coming towards him.

Snapped.

Another whip came down.

"Who did you say drank? Ah, let me ask you, did I drink?"

Yuan Gen was almost close to Xu Zhu's face, and the strong smell of alcohol was so nauseating.

"Isn't this... the smell of alcohol?"

If it were any other monk, he would have surrendered and begged for mercy long ago, but Xu Zhu was a stubborn man. He felt that he was not wrong and of course he would not call a horse a deer or confuse right and wrong.

Or he would be punished to work in the vegetable garden. Half a year ago, when Huijing came down from Leigushan Mountain, he told the story of what happened on the way to delivering the hero's invitation. The head of the Discipline Institute, Xuanji, asked him what he thought of Monk Kongxu. He sincerely said some words that sounded biased towards Monk Kongxu, which immediately angered everyone, and he was punished to do hard labor in the vegetable garden for half a year.

If you count the time, today is the last day of my “sentence”.

"How dare you talk nonsense!"

Yuangen was furious. This time he took two steps back, gathered all his strength, raised the whip and whipped hard.

He had always disliked this stupid and weak-minded little monk. After learning that Xu Zhu was punished to do hard labor in the vegetable garden because he sided with the monk Kongxu, a man who betrayed his master and ancestors, he naturally became more unscrupulous in bullying him. Today was Xu Zhu's last day of "serving his sentence", so he must treat him well and hold a unique farewell banquet for this ignorant guy.

Just as the whip filled with full power was about to land on Xu Zhu's shoulder, a figure suddenly appeared from the side. The whip, which was carrying the wind, lost its power and fell limply into the palm of the man's hand like a dead snake.

Yuangen looked carefully and found that the person who caught the whip was a monk like him, but the beeswax Buddhist beads on his chest were very eye-catching and obviously worth a lot of money. What was even more exaggerated was that the monk was holding a little cutie about seven or eight years old in his arms, with red lips, white teeth, a flowing plain skirt, and a face so tender that water could almost be pinched out of it.

It's not surprising that there are monks in Shaolin Temple, but it is strange that there are little girls. And who is this person? How could she catch his whip with her bare hands?
Xu Zhu waited with his eyes closed for a long time but the whip did not fall. He opened his eyes and was stunned.

"Master... Junior Brother?"

His call of "Junior Brother" woke Yuangen up, and he thought that Xuzhu's junior brother must not have a high status in Shaolin Temple.

"You are such a disobedient monk, you actually brought a little girl into the temple. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you probably don't know how powerful I am."

The whip was taken away, and Yuangen picked up a stick under the eaves and hit the new monk on the back. However, the monk did not move, but just raised his sleeves, and an invisible force surged, sending him flying backwards, hitting the pile of wood used to build a vegetable rack. He felt that all the bones in his body were broken, and he was in great pain. He could not get up no matter how hard he tried. "Junior Brother Xukong, please show mercy." Xuzhu said after realizing it belatedly.

Junior Brother Xukong?

Although Yuangen was injured, his ears were not deaf. When he heard the words "Junior Brother Kongxu", his face changed drastically and he stammered, "Demon... Demon monk Kongxu?"

Why was Xu Zhu punished to do hard labor in the vegetable garden? All the monks in Shaolin Temple knew that he was stubborn in speaking well of Monk Kong Xu in front of the abbot and the head of the Discipline Hall.

Now the new monk disregards the strict rules and regulations of Shaolin Temple, has very high skills, and is called "Junior Brother Xukong" by Xu Zhu. Who else could it be but the evil monk Kongxu?

Chu Pingsheng looked at Monk Yuangen as if he were a dead person: "This kind of scum should be killed."

"Grandpa Emptiness, please spare me. Grandpa Emptiness, please spare me."

Monk Yuangen had just been hit hard, and now when he heard that Chu Pingsheng wanted to kill him, he didn't know where he got the strength from, but he pushed away the wood that was pressing on his body, fell to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed continuously.

Xu Zhu has low martial arts skills and a low seniority, so it is easy to bully him. But it is different for Monk Kongxu, a traitor who betrays his master and ancestors. To kill him for taking care of a vegetable garden is as easy as crushing an ant, right?
"Well, considering that you pleaded for him, I will spare his life." Chu Pingsheng said to Xu Zhu, who was thinner than when they met at Leigushan: "You have lost weight."

"Maybe it's... bitter summer."

Xu Zhu touched his bald head and stared curiously at the little cutie in Chu Pingsheng's arms. He stared at the little cutie for a long time, and those eyes that were brighter than stars suddenly shot out a fierce light, which scared him so much that he took a big step back.

Bitter summer?

Just look at what Monk Yuangen did, it would be strange if his weight loss was caused by the bitter summer.

"Come with me."

Chu Pingsheng grabbed his wrist and walked out of the vegetable garden.

"Junior brother, I can't do that. Great-grandmaster Xuan Ji asked me to do hard labor in the vegetable garden. Today is my last day. I still have thirty buckets of manure to carry. I can't go anywhere until I finish the work."

This Xu Zhu is really stubborn.

Generally speaking, those who bully the weak and fear the strong will often make trouble. Monk Yuangen quickly responded from behind: "Brother Xuzhu, don't worry. I will carry the remaining manure water... I will carry it..."

"But……"

"Don't say but, don't you want to know who your parents are?"

"my parents?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled meaningfully and took Xu Zhu, who was full of doubts, away.

……

the other side.

The square in front of the Shaolin Temple was filled with people who came from all over the place to attend the Heroes' Meeting. They were wearing various costumes and holding different weapons. There were hundreds of people in total.

Sima Lin of the Qingcheng Sect, Zhu Baokun of the Penglai Sect, Yao Bodang of the Qinjiazhai of Yunzhou, the Longmen Gang, Tengyun Manor, the Junshan Sect and others all responded to Xuanci's request and sent people to attend.

All the elders of the Beggars' Sect were wiped out, and now Quan Guanqing has taken the position of the leader of the Beggars' Sect. He is surrounded by a group of newly promoted flatterers. No one knows what they are talking about. From time to time, he glances at Jiumozhi who is competing with Xuanji in the Indian Buddha's Finger, and mutters a few words to himself.

Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan also arrived. Just the two of them seemed very deserted, but the presence of the four evil men eased his embarrassment. He hurriedly took his cousin to greet his adoptive father, causing many people in the martial arts world to speculate about the relationship between the two.

Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng stood on the high ground opposite the four evil men, while Gu Ducheng, Fu Sigui and the other three stood in the front, back, left and right, protecting their prince and princess in the middle to prevent them from being taken advantage of by the four evil men.

"Don't be too nervous. Now that Zen Master Kurong and the three Zen Masters Bencan, Benguan, and Benxiang are here, Duan Yanqing and the others won't dare to act rashly. By the way, do you know who the eminent monk wearing a nine-striped cassock and with long eyebrows reaching his shoulders is behind Abbot Xuanci?"

Fu Sigui and others shook their heads.

At this time, two women in black wearing veils came from behind. The leader said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the abbot of Qingliang Temple in Wutai Mountain, Master Shenshan. Xuanci is known as the Tiger Subduing Arhat, and he... is even stronger than Xuanci, known as the Dragon Subduing Arhat. But I heard that Master Shenshan has a bad relationship with Shaolin Temple, so why does he look like he is here to help? It seems... the people of Shaolin Temple have spent a lot of money to deal with Monk Kongxu."

"Red Cotton?!"

Duan Zhengchun was overjoyed when he heard the identity of the person, but his expression changed immediately when he looked at Dao Baifeng.

He was very worried that his wife would get jealous and embarrass him, but he didn't know what the beautiful princess was thinking and her attention was not on him at all. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that she was still very sensible and knew how to save face for her husband in public.

Da da da……

At this time, accompanied by a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds, dust rose in the north, and two Taishan disciples wearing coarse cloth shirts and holding short spears were the first to recognize the people.

"Qiao Feng... No, it's... it's Xiao Feng, the Southern Court King of the Liao Dynasty, who has arrived!"

(End of this chapter)