Liver in Water Margin, outlaw madman

Zhang Shan's head was spinning and he felt as if he was kowtowing to his ancestors, which caused him to experience a dizzying sensation.

As a native Shandong man, kowtowing and burning incense to one's ancestors on the first day of the Lunar New Year is a custom ingrained in my bones, and it's perfectly normal.

With his eyes closed, he spoke with utmost sincerity, muttering a simple wish: May my ancestors bless me with financial freedom so I no longer have to work myself to the bone.

"Brother, you hold the left leg, and I'll hold the right leg. Don't hold the wrong one!"

Suddenly, a low whisper came from beside him, both strange and familiar, leaving Zhang Shan completely bewildered.

Hug the left leg or the right leg?

If he had a powerful patron, would he need to beg here?

wrong.

That voice didn't belong to anyone around him!

Zhang Shan froze, opened his eyes, and abruptly turned his head to look to the right.

Convex (fuck dish)

He jumped up in fright, his limbs going weak.

Where was the ancestral hall of the old family? In its place was a man dressed in coarse linen short clothes and with a tattered turban wrapped around his head, dressed exactly like an ancient person!

What's even more deadly is that he inexplicably feels an uncanny familiarity with this face and figure.

Before he could react, a deep "Huh?" came from the other end.

Full of doubts.

Zhang Shan stiffly looked up, his soul almost flying away.

Opposite stood a burly monk, as tall as an iron tower, eight feet tall and with a waist ten spans wide. His bald head shone brightly, his face was round and his ears were large. His beard, like steel needles, stood up in all directions. His purple-colored noodles exuded a fierce and fearless aura!

Father! Mother! Ancestors!

He just doesn't want to go to work, he doesn't want to die!

Just kowtowing?

Although we no longer kowtow in the new era, this crime doesn't warrant death!

How did I end up time-traveling?!

Human life is as cheap as grass, and death is a constant companion!

He hurriedly turned around, and there were twenty or thirty hooligans kneeling on the ground behind him, all looking up at him with their eyes full of astonishment, clearly confused by his sudden jump.

"Brother! Kneel down! Hurry!" The man beside him pried at his thigh in desperation, his voice trembling. "Do it according to plan!"

plan?

A sudden boom ran through Zhang Shan's mind as his memories of his past life collided with the thoughts of the original owner of the body, "Zhang San."

He transmigrated, and became Zhang San, the rat crossing the street in the vegetable garden of Daxiangguo Temple!

That's Lu Zhishen on the other side!

Right now is a famous scene from the original novel: this bunch of rascals are kneeling here, just waiting for Lu Zhishen to come forward so they can work together to throw him into the cesspool next to them!

A pungent, suffocating stench suddenly assaulted Zhang Shan's nostrils. Only then did he see clearly that beside him was a huge cesspool, teeming with maggots, black and white, wriggling and crawling.

Free and unrestrained!

Even though he grew up in the countryside and was used to open-air toilets,

The sight made my stomach churn, and I instinctively took two steps forward, wanting nothing more than to get as far away from this awful place as possible.

Lu Zhishen, who was on the other side, was already wary.

Before he arrived, Elder Zhiqing had already given instructions that a group of ruffians in this vegetable garden had been stealing vegetables and causing trouble all year round. When he saw that this group of people were kneeling and not getting up, he was already suspicious of a trick. He clenched his fists, ready to step forward and give them a show of force, to demonstrate his might.

But the ringleader suddenly jumped up, looking like he'd seen a ghost, which surprised Lu Zhishen. He scratched his bald head with his rough hands, his face full of confusion.

Zhang Shan's heart pounded, and his mind raced:

Time travel is a done deal, so I don't have to go to work anymore. But in the original story, the rogue pushes Lu Zhishen and ends up being beaten into submission. If things go according to plan, he'll be the first one to be forced into the cesspool and forced to eat shit!

As long as we're alive, we must find a powerful patron!

In middle age, face is the least valuable thing; survival is the most important.

He composed himself, suppressing his lingering fear, and strode towards Lu Zhishen. His expression was no longer flustered; instead, it became serious. He clasped his hands in a fist salute and said loudly:

"My name is Zhang Shan. My ancestor was Zhang Jiao, the Heavenly General of the late Han Dynasty. And opposite me is Commander Lu, a subordinate of General Zhong of Yan'an Prefecture in Guanzhong!"

Upon hearing this, not only were the ruffians dumbfounded, but Lu Zhishen was also taken aback.

After killing Zhen Guanxi with three punches, he wandered the world and became a monk. He was constantly on the move and his former title of "Lu Zhishen" was rarely mentioned. Unexpectedly, in the mouth of a ruffian on the outskirts of Bianliang, the capital of Tokyo, he was called "Lu Zhishen" by a single word!

Lu Zhishen's thick eyebrows furrowed, thinking the other person was about to report to the authorities. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing two muscular, knotted arms, and said in a booming voice, "It is indeed I! What do you want?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shan suddenly knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

Other time travelers might not have knelt so readily, but he was a Shandong man, and kowtowing during the New Year was ingrained in his bones. When visiting relatives and friends in the same village, he would kowtow dozens of times.

At this moment, he knelt down quickly and precisely, without the slightest hesitation.

"Lu Zhishen killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches and saved the Jin family from dire straits. He is a true hero, a man of integrity! Seeing is believing, and meeting is even better than hearing about him. Today, having seen the true face of the Commander, he is indeed a hero!"

His flattery was so sincere and heartfelt that it struck a chord with Lu Zhishen.

Having abandoned his official post and fled, he went from a high-ranking military officer to a fugitive who had shaved his head and become a monk. The contrast in his feelings was already immense. Now that someone finally remembered his righteous act and the news had even reached Tokyo, he was overjoyed. Most of his wariness disappeared, and he stepped forward to help Zhang Shan up.

"Haha, good bro!"

After helping him up, Lu Zhishen remembered something and scratched his head, asking, "You just said that our ancestor was...?"

Zhang Shan broke out in a cold sweat. In the martial arts world, reputation is earned by oneself. In order to make a great name for himself, he brought up his ancestor, and his branch was indeed a descendant of Zhang Jiao.

However, he was unsure of his ancestors' reputation in the Song Dynasty—whether they were considered rebels or not.

But now that things have come to this, he has no choice but to admit it. He lowered his head and sighed, "I dare not lie to you, Commander. My ancestor Zhang Jiao was known as the Heavenly General and founded the Way of Peace. It is only because his descendants have fallen to such a state that we have disgraced our ancestors."

Lu Zhishen had been serving in the border army for a long time, how could he not know the power and influence of the Yellow Turban Army back then?

That almost led to the conquest of the world!

His expression immediately became more serious, and he nodded, saying, "So you are a descendant of Zhang Tianshi. My apologies for my disrespect."

Zhang Shan's actions completely enraged the hooligans kneeling behind him.

"Fourth Brother! What's wrong with Third Brother?"

"Yeah, who is Zhang Jiao? Never heard of him."

"Isn't the plan to push monks into the latrine? What's wrong with Third Brother?!"

Li Si, the Green Grass Snake, was quick-witted. He didn't know what Zhang Shan was up to, but he knew he couldn't act rashly now. He quickly lowered his voice and shouted to everyone, "Shut up!"

Seeing that the situation had been stabilized, Zhang Shan felt a little less tense.

Knowing that Lu Zhishen hated deception the most, he turned around and shouted loudly, "All of you come here and apologize to the commander."

Lu Zhishen was taken aback: "Apologize? What crime do I deserve?"

Zhang Shan pursed his lips slightly, turned around and pointed to the cesspool, saying embarrassedly:

"Don't be offended, Commander! We originally intended to throw you into this cesspool as a warning, so we could continue occupying the vegetable garden and making a living!"

"Hiss!" Lu Zhishen's smile vanished instantly, and he gasped.

"What a vicious plan!"

He was a soldier by trade, and he knew best how to establish authority. If they succeeded, how could he ever face anyone again?

He immediately ripped off his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his bare torso. His chest was covered in a patch of hair that fluttered wildly in the wind. He planted his legs firmly in a horse stance, like an iron tower rooted to the ground, and shouted fiercely:

"Good bro, that's awesome!"

"Today, I'll show you what I'm capable of, otherwise your brothers won't be convinced."

"I will stand here and not move! If you can move me even a hair's breadth, this vegetable garden is yours!"