The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 56
"But the most famous and most popular place in Chaolan County is still the Bishuixian on Linchao Mountain."

Seeing Shen Qian's explanation, the Taoist boy tilted his head and smiled:
"Really? Then why is it that the people's lives have been getting better and better over the past five or six years, but the money received by the Taoist temple has been getting less and less?
Do you think that instead of asking for help from immortals, it is better to give the money to martial arts schools, gangs, or government agencies and let them solve the problem?"

What else can we do? If we give the money to the immortal, what can the immortal do? Come down to earth to solve those trivial matters?

The Taoist boy saw what Shen Qian was thinking and licked his fingers that were covered with food.

“Canals and fertile fields are what people wish for. People pray sincerely and the immortals show mercy and satisfy their wishes.

What did I get in return? Betrayal and forgetfulness.

Food, medicinal materials, ironware, and goods, these are the things you think were brought by the four Chaolan families.

The work and livelihood are provided to you by the Fanhai Gang and the Jingtao Gang who control the docks.

People practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies during the day and sleep soundly at night because of the existence of government offices and martial arts schools.

But without canals and good farmland, who would come to this place?

Without the protection of the immortals, can those warriors help you resist monsters and demons day and night?
Who is preventing evildoers from coming into the world? Who is suppressing the evil spirits in the city and preventing evil creatures from being born?
Who made the warriors who could easily massacre the city not dare to do so at will?

It is the blue daffodil that is high above. "

Shen Qian's face turned pale, and he seemed to understand what Hong Gong and the Taoist temple were going to do.

“Since the world has forgotten this matter, we will let you remember it again.

I want you to realize that without the constraints of the Taoist temple, what can those forces do for their own selfish interests?
What will those warriors who live among the crowd and can easily crush you do?
Today is just the beginning. When the things that people really fear come, you will understand how important the existence of Narcissus is. "

After the Taoist boy finished speaking, he continued to eat voraciously.

Shen Qianze quickly walked to Mr. Hong who was looking into the distance.

"Mr. Hong? Then we should turn over the Hai Gang?"

Mr. Hong smiled slightly as he faced the window.

"Don't worry, since I established the Fanhai Gang, I have never neglected the Bishui Temple.

Haven't you always wanted to know where the huge amount of money in the gang goes every year?

I donated all the money to Bishui Temple.

There are not enough dead warriors now, and the people’s attitude towards the various forces is not yet clear.

When all the forces could no longer rely on the warriors to maintain their existence, the people became extremely disgusted with them and the warriors.

When that time comes, it will be time for us to take action.”

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Pingshun Street.

A warrior looked at the collapsed house in front of him at a loss.

He just wanted to kick the guy away.

Unexpectedly, the man used too much force and crashed down the house.

In the corner, a boy with a dusty face stood with his arms outstretched, and behind him was a shivering girl.

At his feet was flowing the blood of his parents who were crushed to death by bricks and tiles.

The look in the boy's eyes made the warrior dare not look directly at him, so he could only leave quickly.

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Changning Lane.

A warrior pulled out the spear that was stuck in the wall, and the enemy he had pinned to death slid down the wall.

Suddenly, the door next to the wall was knocked open.

A woman with red eyes and a kitchen knife in her hand ran towards the warrior like crazy.

The warrior frowned, and the gun shook, breaking the woman's right leg and causing her to fall to the ground. "The dead man was your husband? Then you should know that it is normal for martial artists to be beaten to death."

The woman dragged her right leg and crawled towards him, roaring:
"You stabbed my son to death!!! I'm going to make you pay with your life!"

Before he finished speaking, a man walked out of the door.

In his arms was a boy of seven or eight years old with blood on his chest.

The man's eyes were red just like the woman's, but he did not step forward to vent his anger.

He squatted down beside the woman and handed the child to her.

The man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, letting his wife beat and scold him, and he didn't dare to rush up to take revenge.

He is not only the father of the child, but also the husband of the woman.

If he rushed forward now, he would be beaten to death with one punch from the warrior.

The warrior frowned, was stunned for a moment, took out a large silver ingot from his arms and threw it at the man's feet.

This was the reward given to him by the Bai family, which meant that he spent half a day killing people but didn't earn a single penny.

Thinking of this, the warrior spat on the ground, cursed softly, and turned away.

"unlucky."

The man stared at his retreating back and swallowed the broken teeth mixed with blood.

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boom! ! !
The two warriors, who were really angry, fought with their fists and feet, making a dull sound like a violent storm.

The two of them were like two high-speed steam trains, crashing into the buildings in front of them.

Wherever it went, everything collapsed, brick walls and wooden pillars turned into fragments, and the rising smoke and dust swept all around.

In less than a moment, a warrior rushed out from the smoke and dust. He swung his arms and knocked the other warrior into the ground in front of him.

Only then did he realize that his enemy and himself were covered in minced meat, and there was even a finger hanging from his shoulder.

He turned his head to look at the collapsed ruins behind him, listened to the cries and screams of men, women and children in the smoke and dust, and fell into confusion.

What on earth am I doing?
The next moment, he was kicked by a warrior who had stood up, and turned into a cannonball, shooting into the distance and smashing several brick walls.

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"Sir, please! Get out now!"

The old woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed, begging the yamen runner who had hidden in the house to leave quickly.

Behind her were two bewildered children.

The bailiff covered his bleeding abdomen, tightly gripped his long knife, and listened carefully to the movements outside the house.

"Do not talk!"

He glanced at the old woman and growled quietly.

Bang! The gate to the courtyard was kicked open by three or four strong men holding axes.

"The bloodstains are gone here! The bailiff should be inside the house."

"Official..." The old woman wanted to say something.

Phew!

The terrified bailiff slashed her neck with a knife and stepped forward to cover her mouth tightly.

It was too late. The strong men who heard the noise broke down the door.

Amid the child's screams, the boy was hacked to death with an axe.

(End of this chapter)