Water Margin: My 108 Heroes Come from All Heavens

Who knows?

He just went upstairs to get a Buddhist scripture, but when he came back, his bed had been taken by a worshipper!

As the founding emperor said.

How can I allow someone else to snore beside my bed?

And the other party...

She lay down directly on his bed.

"Um?"

Hearing the commotion, Liang Shan also woke up.

But he did not get up.

She simply shifted her body, making room for half of the bed: "Master, this bed is still spacious enough, we can sleep together, it's fine."

"Who wants to sleep with you!"

The old monk trembled with anger and said irritably, "Get up now and go back to your guest room to sleep."

"The room is cold."

Liangshan remained motionless.

"This is my bed!" the old monk said, furious.

"I know."

Liangshan remained motionless.

"Are you getting up or not?"

The old monk was so angry that his beard stood on end, and he pounded the ground with his bamboo cane.

"I won't get up."

Liang Shan wrapped his coat tighter around himself: "Master, monks are supposed to be compassionate. How can you bear to watch me freeze to death in this icy wilderness?"

"That's your problem!"

"But as the Buddha said, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If you give me your bed, you're building a seven-story pagoda. Isn't that a great deal?"

The old monk: "..."

He took a deep breath, quite infuriated by this fallacy.

They saw that Liangshan was unyielding to both soft and hard tactics.

He had no choice but to lean on his bamboo cane and limp to the scripture stand, where he pulled over a chair and sat down.

"What's your name?"

"Liangshan".

Liang Shan lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a moment.

He proactively asked, "What is your Dharma name, Master?"

"Ji-jin".

"Oh, Master Zhizhen, you guard the Sutra Repository, you must be highly skilled in martial arts, right?"

Liang Shan simply sat up, but never left the bed.

"I don't know martial arts."

Zhizhen said irritably, "If I knew martial arts, I would have kicked you out of bed long ago."

"real?"

Liangshan remained skeptical.

Zhizhen snorted coldly and did not answer him.

"Does the Sutra Repository contain martial arts manuals like the Yi Jin Jing or the Seventy-Two Arts?"

Liangshan did not give up and continued to investigate.

"Master, what do you think of my aptitude? Am I a martial arts prodigy, one in a million?"

"Did you deliberately make your leg lame because you practiced the 'Crippled Leg' technique?"

"Shut up!"

Zhizhen, unable to bear it any longer, slammed his bamboo cane heavily on the ground: "If you keep making noise, even if this humble monk doesn't know martial arts, I will still smash your head with this bamboo cane."

Liang Shan wisely kept his mouth shut.

But his eyes were not idle; in the dim light of the ever-burning lamp, he scrutinized the old monk.

Gray monk's robe.

He has a slight limp in his left leg.

His face was lined with deep wrinkles, as if carved by a knife, and his eyebrows were white and drooping to the corners of his eyes.

He looks to be at least sixty years old.

But those eyes...

Liang Shan's expression shifted slightly.

Under the lamplight, those eyes shone with an indescribable clarity, like mountain spring water, untouched by any dust.

"wrong."

His heart moved.

These days, what sixty-year-old man has that kind of eye?

The Sweeping Monk!

This guy is definitely a hidden master!

They might be the pinnacle of combat power in this world.

If I could latch onto their coattails and become their disciple, wouldn't I be on the verge of taking off?!

As for the system...

Oh.

A trashy dating system.

He was just an ordinary person born in an era before Master Zhizhen.

He recruited 108 generals.

To acquire its capabilities.

Only Lin Daiyu's master-level marksmanship was somewhat useful.

Other generals...

It's practically pure waste.

"Master, do you take on apprentices?"

Thinking of this, Liang Shan went straight to the point and asked.

"No, we won't accept it."

Zhizhen didn't even lift her eyelids, and answered crisply and decisively.

Why?

Liang Shan retorted, "Look at my extraordinary physique; am I not a martial arts prodigy, one in a million?"

"You are one in a million with a thick skin."

Zhizhen said coldly.

"You can have the bed."

Liang Shan gritted his teeth and offered his terms.

Zhizhen's expression shifted slightly.

Obviously.

This offer greatly appealed to him.

But I struggled with this for a long time.

He shook his head again and said, "I don't know martial arts, so I can't teach you anything."

"Then I'll have to sleep in this bed all by myself."

Liang Shan was somewhat disappointed, so he simply spread his arms wide and lay down on the bed in a starfish shape.

Zhizhen: "..."

He had lived for over sixty years and had never seen such a shameless person before.

"That's enough."

Zhizhen sighed and tossed the scriptures in his hand to Liang Shan: "Since you're going to stay here, then help this humble monk copy these scriptures."

Liang Shan took it and flipped through it.

It's all in Sanskrit.

I don't recognize a single word.

"Master, this..."

"To copy or not to copy?"

"copy!"

Liangshan didn't say a word.

He took a pen and ink from the offering table, leaned over the small table, and began copying.

That's obvious.

It was a test given to him by the old monk.

Once he passes this test, he should be able to pass on his true skills.

therefore.

One's attitude must be correct.

"Shhh..."

Ji-jin sat in the chair.

Looking at Liang Shan's scribbles, his lips twitched slightly: "Your handwriting... looks like a dog's crawling."

"Master, you're an amateur."

Liang Shan didn't even look up: "This is called modern cursive script. If you want to learn, I can teach you!"

"This humble monk only saw a group of earthworms fighting on the paper."

Zhizhen's lips twitched a few times.

He found that talking to this kid made his blood pressure rise.

But strangely enough, I don't dislike it.

The library fell silent, with only the scratching of pens on paper and the howling wind and snow outside the window.

Time flies by unnoticed.

It was already past midnight.

"Clang—clang clang—"

Suddenly.

The sounds of clashing weapons, shouts, and screams could be heard outside the library.

"Something's happened!"

Liang Shan's expression changed slightly.

I immediately pushed open the door and went outside; a cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed towards me.

The firelight in the front yard illuminated half the sky.

"Those bandits?!"

Liang Shan felt a chill run down his spine, realizing something was wrong.

【Ding! 】

[Detection indicates that Lin Daiyu of Tianxiong Star is in danger. Host, please proceed to her rescue as soon as possible.]

If the Heavenly Hero Star dies, the Liangshan Destiny System will be automatically unbound.

Just then, the system, which had been pretending to be dead, suddenly spoke up.

"???"

Liang Shan almost cursed out loud.

Dog system.

Forget about being useless.

As soon as one general dies, you just give up and don't even give me the remaining 107 wives?

"Master, I'll copy the rest of the scriptures for you next time. I'm going to go see what's going on."

Done.

He rushed straight into the snowstorm and headed towards the front yard.

"This benefactor is truly a remarkable person."

Zhizhen, standing behind him, shook her head and chuckled softly.

……

forecourt.

At this point, things were in complete chaos.

A dozen or so masked men in black were locked in a fierce battle with the guards and servants of the Jia family. Several people were already lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

Grandmother Jia was protected in the middle by Lady Wang and Lady Xing.

His face was deathly pale.

He was chanting Buddhist mantras.

Several girls huddled together, shivering.

"Where is Lin Daiyu?"

Liang Shan quickly scanned the area but didn't see Lin Daiyu. His heart sank.