The devil descended from the sky, and his fists suppressed the mountains and rivers

Chapter 23: The higher the talent of killing intention and Zen, the deeper the demon barrier (Part )
"Old Minister, I am sorry to disturb you. A young master who has achieved sainthood in the flesh has recently appeared in Wencheng, Han Province. I want to report something to you in person."

Zhao Ping said this in a very respectful manner.

"You, you, I already know about this matter. Please come to the farmland outside Bowang Village in the northern suburbs of Kyoto."

There was a laugh from the other end of the phone.

Nearly an hour later, Zhao Ping's car stopped next to the farmland outside Bowang Village.

At first glance, the fields seemed to have no end. At this time, there were twenty or thirty figures in the fields, both men and women, facing the loess and with their backs to the sky, holding hoes in their hands and hoeing the fields, their bodies wet with sweat.

Some men are shirtless, revealing their strong muscles. Their muscles are not angular like those of a bodybuilder, but rather seem to be rounded and integrated, with broad shoulders and thick waists.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As soon as Zhao Ping got off the car, he heard a thunderous breathing sound. These people were not holding ordinary iron hoes with wooden handles, but metal iron hoes that were black all over, and the thickness of the hoe handles were of different sizes.

Their movements are also very different from those of ordinary farmers when they hoe the fields. Ordinary farmers hoe the fields by starting quickly and releasing the hoe smoothly in order to make full use of the inertial potential energy of the hoe to reduce physical energy consumption.

These people swing their hoes at a constant speed throughout the whole process, and even when they fall, they have to control the speed. Their whole body is united, and they are relaxed and sinking in moderation. It makes people feel as if they are exerting a force at all times. You don't need to practice it; just watching from the side can make people feel their scalp tingling and their body aching.

Walking is like wading through mud, exhaling is like thunder, and the energy is neither stagnant nor dissipated, neither arising nor extinguished, like waves, like mountains and rivers, like the endless earth.

In a corner of the farmland, there is a thatched hut. An old man dressed like a farmer and wearing a straw hat is lying on a rattan chair, fanning himself with a straw fan and eating watermelon. On the wooden rack behind him, there is a row of hoes of varying sizes.

Zhao Ping waved to his subordinates, signaling them to wait here and not to come closer, and he then trotted quickly towards the straw hut.

"Old Minister."

Zhao Ping bowed and said.

The old man had short silver-white hair, a slightly protruding skull bone, neat eyebrows and chubby cheeks.

His upper body was naked, his skin was a light copper color, and at a vague glance, it even looked golden. He was neither strong nor thin, but rather round, with flesh and blood on his hands, feet, shoulders and neck.

"Xiao Zhao is here."

The old man spoke casually, revealing a row of white teeth that were more delicate and smooth than those of ordinary people. His voice was loud and clear, without any old-fashioned tone. Zhao Ping could even smell a strange fragrance when he spoke.

He has a knot on his head, forty teeth in his mouth, he often enjoys delicious food, and his body is plump.
If a person with profound Buddhist practice saw this old man, he would probably kneel down on the spot, thinking that he had seen the living Buddha.

According to legend, the Buddha has thirty-two characteristics, representing perfect enlightenment and infinite supernatural powers. An ordinary person would gain wealth and honor if he possessed one of these characteristics, but for this old man, it was not as simple as just a few characteristics.

"Old Minister, your cultivation has improved again. What about that master who achieved sainthood in the flesh?"

Zhao Ping wanted to report it immediately. After all, Ma Changping was still lying in the Wencheng Special Security Bureau branch. This person still had some status. If something really happened, it would be difficult for him to explain.

"Don't worry, Xiao Zhao. Since you became the director of this headquarters, you haven't used the hoe for a few years, right? Being busy with work and neglecting cultivation is not a good thing. Go and plow an acre of land first and choose the largest hoe."

The old man waved his hand and interrupted Zhao Ping.

"Old Minister, I'll change to a smaller size."

Some beads of sweat were already oozing out of Zhao Ping's forehead. He had worked with a hoe here in the past, and his current ability to captivate people was honed here. How could he not know the mystery?
These hoes are specially made and are incredibly heavy. The largest one weighs 80 kilograms. And this is no ordinary hoeing. You have to concentrate your energy and control it with all your strength with every stroke.

He has been in a high position for these years and has neglected exercise. Even with the physical strength of a master of soul-stealing and spirit-stealing, he would probably be exhausted after working on this acre of land.

"Go."

The old man didn't say much, just waved his hand slightly.

How could Zhao Ping not understand that the old man was punishing him for his poor performance, or perhaps he had seen through some of his little thoughts.

Helplessly, Zhao Ping, now middle-aged and in a high position, dressed in trousers and a white shirt, could only pick up the largest hoe from the wooden rack behind the old man, carry it on his shoulders, and go to hoe the fields.

"Qian Yuan."

The old man shouted in his normal voice, and in the field more than 200 meters away, a tall and strong young man, like a giant, immediately stopped hoeing the field and ran towards the old man with a hoe.

Keep your ears open and your eyes alert.

With every step he took, the soil of the field sunk deeply.

This man was nearly 2.2 meters tall, with a rough appearance and eyes as big as copper bells, but his eyes were extremely clear. His palms were as huge as a palm leaf fan, and the iron hoe on his shoulders was even more terrifying. The handle alone was as thick as a bowl. The largest hoe in the old man's house weighed only 80 kilograms, but the hoe in this man's hand exceeded this number and was tailor-made for him.

The man standing in front of the old man was like the guardian deity standing under the Buddha's seat, shining into reality.

"Master, what are your orders?"

Meng Qianyuan said to the old man respectfully.

"Go and watch your senior brother. If he dares to cheat or not work hard, you can kick his ass."

The old man said with a smile.

"Yes, Master."

Meng Qianyuan nodded, put down the hoe in his hand, walked to Zhao Ping, and faithfully carried out the order.

In his eyes, there is no such thing as a minister in a high position. He treats all things equally. It is impossible to ask him to go easy on them.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, making Zhao Ping feel uneasy and draining even more energy.

In his panic, his movements were deformed several times, and Meng Qianyuan kicked him on the butt, causing him to eat a mouthful of dirt.

After several hours, Zhao Ping's shirt was covered in mud, and he was so tired that he was out of breath and almost died.

"Tell me, what is the specific situation."

The old man looked at Zhao Ping's disheveled appearance and handed him a towel to wipe his face. Zhao Ping quickly reported the whole incident in detail.

"He compares himself to the Monkey King who caused havoc in Heaven. I have no choice but to ask you, the real Buddha, to help him."

Zhao Ping said helplessly.

"Hahahaha, good, good, young people should have this kind of blood and courage, otherwise how could they achieve sainthood at the age of 27? I like it! Talented people emerge in every generation, and the era of young people is coming."

After hearing the details, the old man clapped his hands and laughed, feeling very relieved.

"You guys still haven't changed your mindset. The world is so big that it's not all black and white. How can one hand cover the sky? You should understand this truth. The world situation has reached a critical period. Such people are very important. Mr. Zhao, Lao Gu, and several major sects' saintly beings have reached a consensus to hold a 'Wu Ying Lun Hui' to cultivate masters of saintly bodies. If you still have this mentality, how can I dare to hand over the Special Security Bureau to you?"

After the old man laughed, his expression suddenly changed and his tone became sharp. For a moment, Zhao Ping broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew the old man's character very well.

He has the appearance of a Buddha, but a murderous heart. It's just that he has cultivated himself and restrained his temper over the years. Once he gets angry, the whole mountain and river will change color.

"Old Minister, I was wrong, but it was also because of some internal disagreements, and the strangeness of this person's identity was suspicious."

Zhao Ping tried to explain a little.

"Youxian Hong Datong, I know this person."

The old man waved his hand and said.

"Do you know this person's background?"

Zhao Ping's expression changed slightly and he asked hurriedly.

"We met each other several times during the war. Now he is finally awakened from his long dream. How could he be an ordinary person? He is not our enemy. You don't need to ask too much about this matter."

"Okay, I'll take this old bone of mine to Wencheng. Qianyuan, you come with me and see what kind of person is this person who is about your age but can achieve sainthood in the flesh."

The old man said with a smile.

"Yes, Master."

There was a gleam in Meng Qianyuan's eyes.

(End of this chapter)