Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

Lanruo Temple covers a considerable area, spanning over sixty acres, with pavilions and towers arranged in a harmonious and luxurious manner.

The night was already deep, and the entire temple was shrouded in darkness, except for the main hall, which was still brightly lit, with the faint sound of wooden fish being struck.

"Are these little devils still awake?"

Chen Jianming felt a chill run down his spine and stealthily made his way there.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita..."

Beneath the Buddha statue in the main hall, a stout old monk sat on a prayer mat, striking a wooden fish drum and chanting the Heart Sutra.

After knocking a few times, the old monk stood up again, his fat face furrowed, pacing back and forth in the main hall, looking very agitated.

"Noda-kun, I hope you rest in peace. I wonder how Yamashita-kun is doing now, whether he has found out how the base was destroyed. He has been away from Feiyun Temple for several days, and there is still no news."

The old monk clasped his hands together and sighed.

Ever since he learned of the incident at the stronghold in Heiyu Mountain, he had been restless and unable to calm down even when he was chanting sutras.

"Becoming a monk really changes things; he's got a fat head and big ears, looks like he's got a lot of fat. Unlike that old Taoist priest, who's all skinny."

Without disturbing the old monk, Chen Jianming quietly left the main hall and headed to the back mountain.

The main hall was too spacious, so the sleeping potion wouldn't be very effective and would easily alert the enemy. He planned to deal with the other Japanese soldiers first, and then go back to deal with this bald monk.

Passing through side halls, we made our way to the meditation room where the monks rested on the back mountain. Inside, the Japanese soldiers were all snoring loudly, fast asleep.

Chen Jianming did not break down the door. Instead, he made a small hole in the window, lit the sleeping potion, and placed it against the wall.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, there was no more noise inside the meditation room; even the snoring stopped.

He then sneaked in, slit the throats of the unconscious Japanese soldiers one by one, and dragged them into the space.

There is absolutely no need for mercy when dealing with these beasts.

After doing all this, he returned to the main hall.

Through memory, I learned that the old monk was the abbot of the temple, and his martial arts skills were very high, no less than those of the old Taoist priest I had heard from before.

However, as he said before, no matter how good your kung fu is, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife. One shot and you're all down!

Inside the main hall, the old monk sat on the prayer mat again, striking the wooden fish and chanting the Heart Sutra, seemingly performing a ritual to help someone pass on to the afterlife.

"You bastard, your hands are stained with the blood of so many innocent people, and you still want to recite the Heart Sutra? Do you even deserve it?"

Chen Jianming's eyes turned cold. He raised his hand and fired a shot at the old monk's back.

"you..."

The old monk glanced down at the bloody hole in his chest, then turned back to look at Chen Jianming, who had appeared, with an expression of disbelief.

He didn't hear a single sound!

"Go ahead without worry. I've already wiped out the other Japanese soldiers. You can go and reunite with them now."

Chen Jianming raised his hand and fired another shot, finishing off the opponent amidst his shocked gaze, and dragged him into the space.

Shooting someone in the back is not honorable, but this is against the Japanese, so it's not too much to do it.

His eyes lit up after he extracted the old monk's memories.

There are also many treasures hidden in the main hall of Lanruo Temple.

He walked to the Buddha statue, patted it, and a secret passage appeared before him. Inside, he found himself in an underground storage room.

Inside, one side was piled with firearms and ammunition, while the other side had several large boxes of gold and silver jewelry, including large and small yellow croakers, large gold Buddhas, jade bodhisattvas, and Hetian jade prayer beads—it was dazzling and hard to keep one's eyes open.

Some of these treasures were brought by the Japanese, such as weapons, while a large portion were accumulated by the original administrator over the years.

"It seems that the old bald monk wasn't a good person after all, otherwise how could he have amassed so much wealth?"

He naturally wouldn't let it go, so he moved the secret room clean and put everything he could carry into his spatial storage.

These things originally belonged to China, and now they have been returned to their rightful owners.

After leaving the secret room, he initially planned to set fire to Lanruo Temple, but after a moment's hesitation, he decided against it.

This temple was built with the hard-earned money of the people, so there's no need to destroy it. It might even become a historical site in the future.

After erasing all traces, Chen Jianming did not linger and quietly left Lanruo Temple.

Below Lanruo Temple, there are two villages. I wonder if the shooting alerted the villagers. If they called the police, it would be troublesome.

Using the Cloud Ladder technique, he appeared dozens of miles away an hour later.

"boom--"

"Is anyone there?"

While Chen Jianming was on his way, he suddenly heard gunshots and immediately jumped onto a dense tree.

"Awooo—"

Upon closer inspection, they saw a pack of gray wolves howling and attacking a hunter in the woods below!

He was a young man, who looked to be at most in his twenties. He was firing a hunting rifle continuously, but he was powerless to resist the attack of more than ten gray wolves and was seriously injured.

Blood was everywhere on his thighs and chest, especially on his chest, where a gash several tens of centimeters long had been torn open, deep enough to expose the bone, and blood was gushing out.

"These beasts!"

Seeing this, Chen Jianming quickly opened fire. His marksmanship was excellent, and he killed four or five gray wolves with each shot.

"Awooo—"

Seeing that even the wolf king had died at the hands of the wolf pack, the pack howled and scattered, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

He leaped down from the tree and approached, only to find the young hunter lying on the ground, barely breathing.

"How are you?"

"Thank you! Young man, I'm from Lanshan Village at the foot of this mountain."

The young hunter forced out a sentence through gritted teeth, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Chen Jianming sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of pity upon seeing this.

He didn't consider himself a particularly good person, but he felt he should save ordinary people if he could.

The purpose of assassinating those Japanese soldiers was to protect ordinary people!

He took out some hemostatic herbs from his spatial storage, crushed them, and applied them to the young hunter.

However, the young hunter was too badly injured; his ribs were exposed, and he was in so much pain while the medicine was being applied that he was wincing in pain.

Even if you apply herbs, it won't help much; it's highly unlikely to survive.

"Could you take me...back home? I want to see my wife one more time."

The young hunter was pale and extremely weak.

"I'll take you home." Chen Jianming nodded.

Seeing that the other person was unable to walk, they had no choice but to carry them on their backs and head down the mountain.

Because the young hunter was so badly injured, he dared not walk too fast to avoid aggravating the other's wound.

It wasn't until dawn that, guided by the young hunter, they arrived at a thatched courtyard in Lanshan Village.

Is anyone there?

Chen Jianming gently put the young hunter down and went to knock on the door.

"Who is it? So early in the morning!"

A woman's voice muttered from inside the room as she pushed open the door and came out.

The woman had regular features, big eyes, and was very pretty. She was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket and was buttoning it up as she walked.

"Yingzi...it's me."

The young hunter spoke with difficulty, his face pale, and he looked like he was about to breathe his last.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?!"

Yingzi looked in the direction of the sound, gasped in surprise, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Honey, don't scare me like that!"