Unlimited employment

Chapter 22 [Destroy Yuhuang Temple]

Bang!

A tall figure covered in dust walked to the Zen room, kicked the door open, and said coldly while looking at the two people in the room who were dumbfounded.

"If you two are waiting for my head, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

The candlelight hit the man, illuminating Chen Sheng's heroic face and the shadowy bodies of the yamen runners and monks in the darkness behind him.

"How did you get in?"

"Xiao Chunan and Juewu are dead!"

The abbot and the county magistrate stood up in horror at the same time, but the words that came out of their mouths were completely different.

One only cares about his own safety, while the other obviously cares more about the cause of suppressing bandits.

"I'm so thirsty. I killed over a thousand miscellaneous soldiers in the first half of the night, and then traveled over a hundred miles overnight. I only have time to drink a sip of water now."

Chen Sheng talked to himself as he strode into the room. He picked up the teapot on the table without any hesitation, put it to his lips and drank it down in one gulp.

"How dare you!"

Looking at Chen Sheng's throat moving up and down due to swallowing, the abbot's eyes flashed with a cruel look. He picked up a chess piece with his index and middle fingers and threw it at his throat which was close at hand.

The Buddhist Flower-Pinching Finger technique is famous throughout the world. It is a martial arts secret that appears soft but is actually strong. The abbot of the Imperial Temple has been practicing this technique for forty years and has already achieved great perfection. He can use a chess piece to pierce a three-inch thick iron ingot.

Now that he saw that his opponent was careless, he made a decisive move and launched a killing move.

clang!
But there was a muffled sound like a loud bell, and a small golden-red network wire appeared on Chen Sheng's neck, which shot the chess piece away.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. A one-point difference in martial arts can make a world of difference.

To the abbot, if someone could withstand a pinching finger attack without any damage, it meant that this person's martial arts skills were extremely high.

"Is he a ghost?"

This discovery made him furious and he subconsciously turned around and ran out of the house.

Faced with this scene, Chen Sheng slowly put down the teapot and smacked his lips.

"It's impolite not to reciprocate. Since the abbot has asked me to appreciate your flower-pinching finger skills, why don't you also appreciate mine?"

As he spoke, Chen Sheng dipped his finger into the county magistrate's teacup and flicked a drop of tea towards the abbot.

Amid the barely audible sound of breaking wind, the soft drop of water whistled through the back of the abbot's head, passed through his forehead, and finally disappeared into the vast night.

"You deserve this fate for daring to put your name on the Buddhist scriptures I copied."

Silently crossing out the abbot's name from the little notebook in his heart, Chen Sheng turned to look at the county magistrate beside him, who had been in a trance since hearing about the defeat of the coalition forces.

"Your Excellency, do you have any last words?"

The county magistrate raised his head slowly, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Hello God, did you really wipe out more than 1,300 coalition troops in the county?"

Seeing Chen Sheng nod, he murmured with a dejected look.

"Since ancient times, everyone has to die. I will leave behind my loyalty to shine in history, I, Liu..."

Chen Sheng's index finger touched the county magistrate's forehead, shaking his brain into a lump of rotten tofu pudding.

"Your last words are too many."

After killing two people so cleanly and neatly, Chen Sheng pushed the door open and walked out. He jumped onto the roof from the courtyard full of corpses and looked at Yuhuang Temple in the night.

At this time, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the sky is dark, and on the dim northern slope of the mountain are located a series of buildings, dotted with faint lights, presenting a peaceful and harmonious scene.

But as he put his fingers to his mouth, he blew a loud whistle that echoed in the mountains.

Rumble!
Flames shot up into the sky, smoke and dust billowed everywhere. A series of earth-shattering explosions collapsed the walls of the Yuhuang Temple and awakened the century-old monastery.

Outside the temple gate, there were shouts and cries of killing that shook the sky. Lights were lit in the rows of monks' quarters, and in the chaos, people were running around like headless flies.

The war broke out in an instant.

The technology for making gunpowder was a useless dragon-slaying skill that Chen Sheng had seen while bored on a short video in his first life.

After awakening the scribe's gift of [photographic memory], he recalled the memory that was engraved deep in his soul ages ago and that he thought had been long forgotten.

In recent years, Chen Sheng used wood ash to soak saltpeter soil to extract potassium nitrate, purchased sulfur from outside, and made willow charcoal by burning willow wood. He then prepared a kind of black gunpowder with a ratio of 75%+10%+15%.

After several tests, it turns out to be quite powerful.

Whether it was setting an ambush with gunpowder in the first half of the night, which blew away more than a thousand allied troops, or blowing down the wall of the Yuhuang Temple in the second half of the night, both played a big role.

A gust of hot wind blew in his face. Chen Sheng took a deep breath of the thick smell of gunpowder and said to himself.

"The withdrawal of three hundred warrior monks previously left the Yuhuang Temple with a lack of military strength. Furthermore, with the abbot's death, the monks in the temple were leaderless, so it wasn't difficult to capture this place.

With this foundation, my rebellion will be able to take a step forward."

Since leaving Yuhuang Temple five years ago, Chen Sheng, who understood the principle of "building high walls, storing up food, and slowly declaring himself king", has used the bandit name "Mozhetian", which sounds inferior, and successfully established himself in Haozhou.

Now, after years of working hard on the farm and initially building up a team, he immediately showed his fangs to the surrounding areas.

Yuhuang Temple, the richest temple in the entire Haozhou, was chosen as the first target for embezzlement.

This time, they successfully took over the more than 6,000 acres of fertile land in the Yuhuang Temple, the large amount of grain stored in the temple, as well as the papermaking, winemaking, sauce brewing, blacksmithing and other workshops and craftsmen.

After completing the digestion, Chen Sheng had the capital to further expand outward.

This is just the development of external forces. In comparison, in the past five years, he has improved his own strength more.

Name: Chen Sheng (Zhu Chongwu)

【Age】：25/85
[Profession 1]: Yambu Insect
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[Occupation 2]: Rebel
Level: Lv3 (83/300)

Talent: Kingly spirit, strong army and powerful horses
skill:
Internal Affairs Lv4 (254/400)

Military Strategy Lv3 (158/300)

Command Lv3 (286/300)

Wild Vegetable Identification Lv3 (136/300)

[Occupation 3]: Thief
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[Profession 4]: Scripture Copyist

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[Profession 5]: Warrior
Level: Lv10 (MAX)

Talents: Mysterious Eyes, Spirit Embryo Martial Bone

skill:
MAX level: Hand-to-hand combat martial arts, Kuangfeng Daolu, Jiuyang Shenggong, Tongzi Gong, Five Dragons Holding Pillar Gong, Golden Bell Cover, Eight Steps to Chase Cicadas, Seven Wound Palms, Body-breaking Invisible Sword Qi, Wedding Dress Magic, Flower Pinching Finger, Xuanyin Finger, Vajra Longevity Gong...
Not reaching MAX level: Flower transplantation, Prajna Heart Sutra, Eleven Deadly Swords, Twenty-four Ways to Overturn the Heavens, Correct...
Job transfer direction: Military General, Hero, Martial Master...

Looking at the dazzling array of martial arts on the panel, Chen Sheng felt the internal force in his body that was sometimes hard and yang, sometimes yin and cold, sometimes soft as water, sometimes tough as wood, sometimes sharp as gold, sometimes surging like fire, sometimes calm as earth, and as surging as the sea, and he sighed softly in his heart.

In the past few years, he has acquired a large number of advanced martial arts that are popular in the Jianghuai area by purchasing secret manuals, seizing by trickery, and kidnapping disciples of major sects.

Not only did he use the Seven Injury Palm, a unique martial art that was good at harmonizing the yin and yang and five elements in the body, as the general principle, he also integrated many martial arts and cultivated an internal force that was unparalleled in the world.

He also mastered the martial arts of boxing, kicking, weapons, hidden weapons, light skills, and horizontal training to the highest level.

Unfortunately, even so, he still failed to deduce a new realm of cultivation...

　Thanks to Zundu Jiaduwa for the 2000 starting coins and Langya Jinxingyu for the 100 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)