The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 42 The Compassionate One
"Who in the entire Holy Land doesn't know you?"

The short-haired girl gave me a knowing look and then waved her hand impatiently, saying, "Do you want me to help you find Zhou Yunzhi?"

I'm telling you, people are really annoyed with you, so stop bothering yourself.
Are you going to donate or not? If not, I'm leaving.

The short-haired girl's rapid-fire words left Fu Juemin stunned. After a while, he recovered, shook his head, pointed to the wooden box in the girl's arms, and asked, "Your parade is for fundraising?"
Why are we raising funds?

"A pampered young master like you, living a life of luxury, is indifferent to national affairs and the people's livelihood."

The short-haired girl shook her head as she looked at Fu Juemin, "Don't you know about such a big disaster in Southwest China?"
What do you usually do?
So you've been busy writing those disgusting and cheesy love letters to Zhou Yunzhi, haven't you?

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Qian Fei and the others looked puzzled, while Fu Juemin's handsome face darkened immediately.

In front of Young Master Fu, none of you are better off mentioning love letters.

"What? You think I hit you? You want to hit me now?"

Seeing Fu Juemin's unpleasant expression, the short-haired girl sneered, immediately released one hand, and forcefully puffed out her chest in front of Fu Juemin and Qian Fei and the others beside her.

"Come on, hit me! I'll scream if you touch me!"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Qian Fei and the others quickly waved their hands and moved aside.

Faced with this feisty girl, Fu Juemin lost his temper. He glared at Qian Fei, who had brought the girl over, then took out his pen and checkbook, wrote down a number, and tore it off for the girl.

"On behalf of myself, I am donating one thousand silver dollars to the Southwest disaster relief effort."

Fu Juemin took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I don't need you to find anyone for me. I just want to ask you one thing."

"How many?!"

The short-haired girl was stunned when she heard the number Fu Juemin announced, and she didn't hear a word of what he said after that.

She snatched the check from Fu Juemin's hand and carefully counted the zeros on it.

A few seconds later, she looked up at Fu Juemin with a suspicious expression: "Are you sure this check can be cashed?"

"If you can't keep your promise, then bring your men and block the door of my Fu family."

Fu Juemin said calmly.

"Then you can't go back on your word."

"I will never regret it."

The short-haired girl quickly stuffed the check into the fundraising box, then turned and ran towards the line.

"You wait, I'll call Zhou Yunzhi right now!"

"return!"

Fu Juemin reacted quickly and grabbed the short-haired girl.

"I already said, I don't need you to call Zhou Yunzhi for me."

Fu Juemin was both amused and exasperated. He tried to explain to the short-haired girl, "Besides, I don't have those feelings for Zhou Yunzhi anymore."

"You rich people's tastes change so quickly."

The short-haired girl muttered to herself for a moment, then suddenly seemed to realize something. She took a half-step back, held the donation box tightly in front of her chest, and said nervously, "Could it be that you've taken a liking to me?"

Let me tell you, I'm not the kind of woman who can be easily swayed by money.

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Fu Juemin slapped his forehead hard, signaling his complete surrender.

"Tell me about the people you brought."

He pointed at the girl and said to Qian Fei.

Qian Fei was barely able to hold back his laughter. After he finally managed to explain himself, the short-haired girl's cheeks returned to normal, her face flushed.

"You should have said so earlier! It's our fault for blocking your way during the march."

The short-haired girl dared not look Fu Juemin in the eye again, stammered a couple of times, and then suddenly became righteous: "It's not like we wanted to block it."

We were also blocked; the marching procession couldn't get through!

As she spoke, she pointed forward with a "nout".

Fu Juemin looked in the direction she pointed towards the student march, and when he saw what was coming towards him, he froze.

A much larger procession was slowly approaching from directly in front of the student march.

The first thing that catches the eye is a large flag made of pieces of rough linen sewn together.

The flag is embroidered with a fat rat standing upright, its paws clasped together in a gesture of prayer towards the heavens. The expression on the rat's face, outlined in gold thread, is both a smile and a frown, extremely eerie.

Beside the flag was a two-tiered platform resembling a pagoda. On the lower level stood two people, one old and one young, dressed in yellow shirts with their faces painted with greasepaint, as if they were performing in a play.

On the high platform at the top sat a figure dressed in colorful clothes with a red cloth covering his face, making his appearance unclear. He held two banners in his hands, one of which read "The Compassionate One Descends to Earth" and the other read "Saving People from Suffering and Calamity".

The entire platform was held up by dozens of strong men, and the crowd surged in like a tide beneath the flag and the platform.

Most of them were ragged, sallow-faced and emaciated, but their eyes were unusually excited, gleaming with a morbid light.

They walked unsteadily, yet struggled to maintain their rigid formation, repeatedly chanting:

"All things are suffering, only giving up can bring gain."

"With the compassionate one entering the body, all suffering is gone!"

"If you're willing to give up three pecks of rice, you'll have a full granary in the next life!"

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An old man and a young man with painted faces suddenly shouted, "Fellow grain collectors, catch!" Immediately afterward, one of them grabbed a large urn that was more than half a person tall, picked up the contents of the urn, and splashed it into the crowd.

One person scattered dark, black grains of rice, while another scattered bright yellow sesame oil.

The grains and sesame oil fell to the ground, and the crowd immediately stirred. Everyone threw themselves on the ground, frantically scrambling for the dust-covered grains and oil, stuffing them into their mouths.

This absurd and shocking scene stunned everyone, not just Fu Juemin.

"Have you gone mad?"

The short-haired girl stared intently at the slowly approaching line ahead and murmured something to herself.

Suddenly, she snapped out of her daze, and without even saying goodbye to Fu Juemin, she grabbed her suitcase and rushed into the line of students.

"Young Master of the Cizun Sect, we've run into a cult parade."

Qian Fei's face turned grim as he turned to look at Fu Juemin.

Fu Juemin stared ahead and said in a deep voice, "Retreat."

Qian Fei and the other two nodded. Fu Juemin was about to get into the car when he turned around and found that the once empty street behind him was now crowded with people.

They appeared out of nowhere, seemingly from nowhere, like impoverished people living at the bottom of society, or even just vagrants and beggars.
They formed a large and impressive procession and were rapidly heading towards the street corner.

Not only the street behind them, but also the street from which the students marched was in the same direction.

At this moment, Fu Juemin and his entourage, along with the student marching group, were like a dumpling filling, slowly being wrapped up by the crowds coming from three sides.

"Qian Fei, run to the county government to report to the authorities and ask Zhou He to send someone over immediately."

Fu Juemin quickly gave the order.

Qian Fei was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Young Master, what about you?"

Fu Juemin glanced at the student group that was now filled with panic and exclamations, and said calmly, "With Cao Tian and Da Kui here, what could possibly happen to me?"

Go quickly and tell Zhou He that almost all the young students from the entire Luanhe River area have gathered here now.

If anything happens to the students, every single member of the Luanhe County government will be in trouble.

Qian Fei's expression hardened, he nodded and quickly ran away.

Fu Juemin called the driver, and he, along with Ma Daikui and Cao Tian, ​​quickly retreated to the very edge of the street.

At this point, the student group at the street corner had nowhere left to retreat and finally slowly collided with the followers of the Ci Zun sect.

In an instant, three streams of people converged, interspersed with gasps of surprise from the students.

Fu Juemin heard a deep and loud buzzing sound echoing on the street.

"The Compassionate One descended to earth to deliver us from suffering and distress!"

"If you're willing to give up three pecks of rice, you'll have a full granary in the next life!"

"Fellow grain enthusiast! Fellow grain enthusiast!"

(End of this chapter)