This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 158 From Heaven to Hell
The moment the umbrella-bearing man appeared, he not only snorted coldly, but also left Wuming with only one sentence: "As long as he's alive, everything is under your control."

Zhuang Lin came from the information society and had seen too much on the Internet. Perhaps even if he saw Shen Qingyou being so indulgent, he would ignore it and would naturally deal with him when he had time.

But the umbrella holder was different. Although he was well aware of the complexity of human nature, he still had to divert his attention to look after Shen Qingyou. It was really disgusting to see this person having such an opportunity but being so miserable.

Since this was the case, Wuming had already made up his mind. As a Dharma protector, he was willing to provide more support to this disciple candidate in his trials and tribulations.

Now, as you said, in principle, we just need to save his life. Wuming won’t care about anything else anyway!

If he acts like this, I'm afraid disaster will come to him soon!
Under the strong stimulation, Shen Qingyou took the honey pills from the brothel. She enjoyed herself in excitement all night long, and only fell asleep in her arms around two equally exhausted courtesans just before dawn.

But after the three of them fell asleep, a servant from the brothel sneaked into the room in the dim light before dawn, carefully approached the bed, and found Shen Qingyou's clothes next to the fallen screen.

Sniffing the strange smell mixed with the fragrance of rouge and powder, the servant looked towards the bed enviously, then touched Shen Qingyou's purse, opened it and took a look. Even in the dim light, the silvery white of the purse could not be concealed.

"hiss"

I have never seen silver of such fine quality!
Normally, this boy would do this occasionally, and at most he would take away some big money, never daring to take more. But today, he suddenly felt a strong greed and wanted to take it all.

Just take it and run away. One vote is worth thousands of votes. I won’t stay in this brothel anymore. But this life is worse than that of an animal. Should I settle down in another place?
Without much hesitation, the servant may have been struggling in his mind, but he had already taken the heavy purse into his arms. Once the money was in his hands, he naturally did not think about it anymore, and then he tiptoed away.
At noon, a brothel owner half-opened the door and peeked inside. Seeing the room in disarray, she smiled and looked towards the bed. She didn't even need to enter the room; the screen had fallen down, revealing the bed.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk. I'm not going to steal your soul away. I'll have another regular customer from now on."

Judging from Shen Qingyou's appearance when he came, he was definitely a young man from a wealthy family. In order to deal with him, this brothel used all its tricks just like the two courtesans, and even offered him a few precious honey pills, just to make this noble young man have a great time and linger on.

Although businesses like Ruhualou are gradually becoming prosperous in this era, they are still not mainstream. There are private rumors about them, but scholars and writers are unwilling to leave behind any records. If they want to keep their records for a long time, they have the means to do so.

This brothel was originally a house for prostitutes of the Former Qin Dynasty in Xiangyang. After the Battle of Feishui, the Jin Dynasty recaptured Xiangyang, but the brothel was able to survive and occupy a place, and even developed.

It's just that in recent years some noblemen have liked to go to Foguang Temple, which has really made the bosses of brothels secretly gnashing their teeth. Later, the truth was revealed, and it turned out that the activities in the temple were indeed not clean and even more filthy than those in the brothels.

But now the days are better
The madam recalled the good and bad times and gently closed the door, pretending to have just arrived and started knocking.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Mr. Shen~ Mr. Shen~ It's already past noon, you guys are awake, breakfast is ready upstairs, do you want to go downstairs to eat or should I have someone bring it up? We had a fierce battle last night, we have to eat."

The madam's tone was gentle yet ambiguous, and she kindly reminded the people in the house to take care of their health.

Shen Qingyou had woken up by now. He looked at the two people beside him who also had their eyes open and were sticking close to him, and hurriedly replied to the outside.

"Uh, just send it over—"

"Okay, it'll be delivered right away. Would you like to get dressed and wash up first?"

The madam left, and Shen Qingyou stood up in the house, and the two women also stood up one after another.

However, facing the two women's bodies whose blankets had fallen off, Shen Qingyou was powerless. He had overdrawn too much last night, and now he was sore and weak that he couldn't get up again.

After Shen Qingyou and the two courtesans had simply dressed up, the person who was going to deliver breakfast arrived as expected. The madam personally brought two people into the room carrying trays.

All the food was the most exquisite and nutritious, and after it was placed on the table, he also spoke well of it for a while.

However, while Shen Qingyou and the two women were eating, the madam also mentioned the spring breeze of last night with a smile, and kept praising it, saying that she could hear the voices of the two girls clearly downstairs.

This kind of praise made Shen Qingyou almost choke on his porridge, and it also made the two women say a few coquettish words.

But at this moment Shen Qingyou became nervous again. This kind of place should be very expensive. She didn't know if the money was enough, so she asked carefully.

"Mother, I wonder how much I spent?"

The madam smiled and waved her fan.

"Mr. Shen, you have earned their unwavering devotion through your own abilities, so the extra reward fee can be waived. You know, that's the big payout, so for last night's show plus this morning's, only five strings of cash will do!"

Five strings of cash? That's five thousand coins?
Shen Qingyou's first reaction was not that it was expensive, but that she was very happy. It was only five strings of coins, much cheaper than she had imagined, and she could afford it!
"Okay, by the way, I don't have many copper coins, but I brought some silver. Can I pay with silver?"

"Of course you can, but in our building, we don't accept silver of poor quality, and we exchange good quality silver for one tael of silver per guan of money!"

"Row!"

Shen Qingyou agreed generously and then began to feel for his wallet.

Just touching it made me feel disappointed. The purse was tied to the lining of my clothes, but I couldn't find it. I didn't notice it when I was putting on my clothes.

Could it be that because last night was too intense, it fell in some corner of the house?
Shen Qingyou's expression changed slightly, and he began to look around. Then he told the madam to look for his wallet.
But after searching everywhere, even with the help of the two girls, they still found nothing.

At this moment, the madam's expression became subtle, but she still managed to remain restrained and decent. She didn't say much, but just advised Shen Qingyou, who was sweating profusely, to sit down and not be anxious.

First ask where the person is from, then ask about their family background, and then ask if they have any relatives or friends.
But the results were not satisfactory, and the few good faces in the brothel gradually turned cold.
Shen Qingyou's happiness didn't last long. It was just like a beautiful dream, lasting only one night. As the sun was already high in the sky, many of the guests in the brothel had already left. However, some guests and girls who had just woken up heard bursts of angry curses and screams coming from a corner of the third floor.

"Beat him, beat him hard—"

"Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~"
Sticks hit the flesh, and four or five thugs beat him together. Shen Qingyou rolled over on the ground and screamed in pain.

"Ah, oh, you, this black shop, black shop - ah - ah - stole my money, ah -"

"Still being stubborn, eating for free and trying to frame us, beat him up—"

"Yes!" "Okay!"

"Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~"
"Ah—poisonous women—you two poisonous women—"

The two women started to persuade and kept speaking for Shen Qingyou, but since Shen Qingyou accused them of setting up a trap and stealing money, their expressions turned cold and they just watched from the side.

So what if he looks handsome, he is still a beast in human form.

During the fight, a thug grabbed Shen Qingyou's head and wanted to lift him up, but he was so strong that he actually pulled up the entire hood that originally fit perfectly.

"Ah?" "What?"

Everyone around was stunned for a moment, realizing that Shen Qingyou's long hair was actually fake, and there was actually a layer of short hair under the wig!
"Is it fake?" "A wig?"

Shen Qingyou was also stunned. Although he was in great pain, he still touched his head and looked up at the people around him with trembling hands. He saw that except for the madam and the thugs, the two women had retreated several steps, and some girls who were watching outside the house also took a few steps back.

The madam reacted immediately and pointed at Shen Qingyou and said sternly.

"Your body and hair are what you get from your parents. It's so short, it's obvious he's only been raised for a short time. He must be one of those evil monks who escaped from Foguang Temple. Take him to the authorities—"

What? A demon monk? Meeting an official?
Shen Qingyou originally thought that she could just endure a beating and get through it, but she didn't expect that she would have to face the authorities.

The madam was even more fearful. She originally thought of not beating the man up. After all, he was fair and handsome. She wanted to train him and keep him in the building. There were many people who liked him. But if he was an evil monk, she could not keep him.

"No - I'm not a demon monk - I'm just passing by, passing by Xiangyang -"

Although Shen Qingyou didn't fully understand the details, he knew it was definitely not a good thing as soon as he heard it, and instinctively began to struggle and defend himself.

The madam said hatefully.

"What are you still standing there for? Keep beating him. Don't let him have the strength to shout. Beat him! Beat him to death this time."

"Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~"
"Uh-huh"

Shen Qingyou finally understood that the others had held back. She also finally understood that the pain had reached its extreme point, and she couldn't even scream. This time, the pain was so intense that it penetrated her bones.
"Break one of his legs for me—"

"Bang~"

"Ho-"

The moment his legs were broken, Shen Qingyou only shuddered, as if the pain hadn't yet reached him, and he seemed to have lost consciousness due to the pain.
The case of Wanzhang Foguang Temple was taken seriously by Shao Jiling, the governor of Xiangyang, and Yin Ji, the captain of the Southern Barbarians, also sent capable people to help.

Although it seemed that there had been no major movement for several months, they had actually been secretly collecting evidence. This was also a strategy devised by the people sent by the Southern Barbarian Captain, in order to sneak into Chencang.

Later, after seeing the man's ability, Shao Jiling felt more at ease to hand things over to him. Although the man was not very old, he was good at handling things and was obviously a great talent. He must be the offspring that the Yin family focused on cultivating. It would be of great benefit to Shao Jiling to have a good relationship with him.

In the backyard of the Xiangyang government office, in a house next to the prefect's office, Yin Kuangzhi was reading a book when another servant came to report.

"Sir, someone has come to report to the authorities. They say they've apprehended a demon monk from Foguang Temple!"

"Huh? Who caught it?"

Yin Kuangzhi looked up at the person who came, and the latter hurriedly said.

"He's the manager of Chunhua Tower. It's said that the evil monk spent the night in the tower enjoying himself, and was only exposed this morning. He was wearing an exquisitely crafted wig."

"Oh! Then let's go and meet this evil monk!"

Yin Kuangzhi stood up with the book in his hand.

A few years have passed, and the young man who left Zhuang Lin at that time has almost grown up, and his every move and gesture has the demeanor of a scholar.
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PS: I wrote the place name wrong yesterday. It should have been Xiangyang, but I wrote it as Luoyang. I have corrected it.

(End of this chapter)