The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 678 What are you?
When approaching the mountain village, Ni Bodhisattva took out a human skin mask from his arms, put it on his head, and turned into an ordinary little old man.

On the one hand, his honor is really scary.On the other hand, it is also to cover up people's eyes and prevent others from finding him.

Ni Bodhisattva and his grandson lived in a small mountain village. The houses were shabby and barely sheltered from the wind and rain, and the surrounding people were roughly the same. It can be seen that this is a poor small mountain village, so the daily food is not much higher.

Of course Ni Bodhisattva is not surnamed Ni. He is a direct descendant of the Yin Yang Five Elements family monks in the past. His real name is Zhang Lu. In fact, if the dynasty is stable and the government has authority, with his talent, he can be a member of the Qintian Prison. , maybe even become a national teacher.

But nowadays there are many sects in the Jianghu, and they all act with domineering and fists, while the Ni Bodhisattva knows the sky, but has no ability to protect himself, just like Lin Zhennan of the Fuwei Escort, walking in the busy city like a child with gold, so he is called by countless sect masters Come and drink, like a running dog, and finally reduced to this point.

Chen Zhao had known about the situation of the Ni Bodhisattva for a long time, so he killed several rabbits and deer along the way, returned to the mountain village and traded a deer for some salt, then killed two rabbits, combined with the wild vegetables picked by Xiao Linger, made A pot of rabbit soup, two meat dishes, and one wild vegetable.

He is a master of culinary skills, even if there is a shortage of materials and utensils, it is not difficult for him. After some manipulations, the aroma is overflowing, making Ni Bodhisattva and Xiao Ling'er very happy to eat.

"Brother Chen Zhao, you are amazing, Xiao Ling'er has never eaten such a delicious meal."

Seeing the little Ling'er happily eating non-stop, Ni Bodhisattva felt his eyes turn red, but his heart was filled with shame.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaoling's mouth was full of oil, and he felt the complicated and difficult eyes of the mud bodhisattva. He raised his head and asked curiously at him with a sweet smile.

After all, she is only a five or six-year-old girl, and she has such delicious food, how can she understand the complicated thoughts of adults.

"Hehe, grandpa is happy, happy!"

The mud bodhisattva's eyes were full of kindness, as if there was a huge stone pressing down on his heart, it was unbearable, he resisted the hot tears that were about to burst out, his eyes instantly turned slightly red and he laughed hoarsely.

Chen Zhao smiled slightly, and heard the repentance in the voice of the Ni Bodhisattva, which was so sufficient.

If Mu Bodhisattva had woken up earlier and used what he had learned to do something for his family, he would not have fallen to this point. But now that he has a lovely granddaughter, it is not too late for this guy to wake up and make amends.

The next day, a team of monks and soldiers came from the mountain village, went door to door to collect taxes, and soon came to the home of the mud bodhisattva.

These monk soldiers were each tall and majestic, holding weapons in their hands. There were several ox carts on the roadside, filled with various wild animals, cloth, and grain, which had always been collected from nearby mountain villages.

The leader was a young monk, who came striding forward. He walked like a dragon and a tiger, with a powerful breath, and he was a master of hard qigong.Even in the previous world, he was considered a good player.

"Old Zhangtou, I heard that your family hunted a tiger, a few rabbits and roe yesterday. It's good luck!" The young monk glanced at Chen Zhao, seeing that his breath was plain and his clothes were ordinary, he couldn't help but a strange look flashed across his face.But he quickly covered it up, and continued to say to the mud bodhisattva: "Since you are so lucky, then treat it as this month's tax and pay it all."

Although the monks in Miyin Temple are well versed in Buddhism and strictly forbid killing, green vegetables and tofu cannot breed strong monk soldiers.

"This one……"

The clay bodhisattva hesitated to speak.

He knows some rudimentary kung fu, understands pharmacology, can catch some hares, collect some herbs, and use them as taxes to earn a living. But now that he didn't catch tigers and hares, how can he use other people's things as taxes?
"What's the matter? Old Zhang, you want to resist the tax?" The young monk narrowed his eyes, and shot out a murderous aura, making the mud bodhisattva tremble all over.

When Xiao Ling'er saw her grandfather trembling, she suddenly felt a burst of fear, and threw herself into the arms of the Ni Bodhisattva, crying "Wow...".

"Hmph! Old Zhang, I don't care who caught this tiger. This month's tax must be paid. Otherwise, don't blame the poor monk for being ruthless. Not only will your house be unlivable, but your granddaughter will also have to sell it for tax deductions. "The young monk snorted coldly, and all the monks behind laughed.

"Master Huineng, this can't be like this. I have paid the taxes every month, and it is true that the master said that I can pay the taxes a few months later." Ni Bodhisattva hugged her little granddaughter tightly and said in a hurry .

"Master Fuxu is right to say this, but the premise is to hand over the red-haired monkey and put it in the custody of Master Fuxu, but you didn't agree. How can this tax be exempted?"

The monk named Huineng sneered, then waved his hand and ordered: "Go in for me, and take out all the wild things in the house."

"Yes!"

The monks and soldiers behind him agreed in unison.

This kind of scene has happened several times in every village, and the monks and soldiers have long been used to it. At this time, they only need to show their majesty.

Huineng snorted coldly in his heart, and was about to stride in with his head held high when an arm suddenly stretched out: "Wait a minute!"

"Ok?"

Huineng had noticed Chen Zhao a long time ago, but this person remained silent, presumably because he was frightened by the prestige of Miyin Temple, so Huineng didn't care, but at this time he stretched out his hand to block the way. generation?
"Who are you, dare to stop me?"

Huineng frowned, and shouted in a cold voice.

"You really have no shame in bullying the weak. Now that I'm here, I won't tolerate you being so presumptuous!"

Chen Zhao said calmly.

"Oh?" Huineng sneered, stopped the monks and soldiers behind, and said with great interest: "Dare you ask your name, what sect and sect you come from, how is your cultivation level, how dare you make trouble with Miyin Temple here?"

Chen Zhao's clothes are simple, and his cultivation is not revealed. In Huineng's view, he is just an ordinary underachiever.

"Brother Ye is a hero, he kicked the tiger to death very powerfully." Xiao Ling'er stretched out her head from the bodhisattva's arms, and said timidly.

"Kick a tiger to death with one kick?"

The monks and soldiers couldn't help being surprised when they heard this.

"It's a joke. The tiger is the king of beasts. How can it be easily kicked to death by an ordinary warrior? Which hero with this level of cultivation is not aloof and comes from a famous sect. How could he come near Miyin Mountain? A poor village? No wonder you, Lao Zhangtou, are so evasive and refuse to pay taxes. It turns out that you were deceived by some ignorant juniors."

Huineng said coldly.

When the monks and soldiers heard the words, they were taken aback for a moment, thoughtful.

Famous sects are supreme in this world, like emperors, and their disciples are treated like guests wherever they go.
Don’t you see that the three disciples of Tianxiahui’s leader Xiongba roamed the rivers and lakes, living in the mansion of a wealthy family, with high-class guest rooms, the young Jian Chen in the Zhonghua Pavilion dressed like a nobleman, and never cared about a small commoner when walking in the rivers and lakes.

"You don't think so?"

Chen Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, smiling but not smiling.

He had no grudge against Miyin Temple, but Huineng led the monks and soldiers to force taxes and torture the people, just like the tiger and wolf servants and landowner thugs he had seen in many worlds. He was naturally not happy, even though they were responsible for collecting taxes in this world. The most natural behavior, but why would Chen Zhao care about such ants?
He established the General Administration of Taxation in the World of Red Mansions, and the targets of tax collection are only those landlords and businessmen. When did he go to the small mountain village to show his prestige?

"Hehe, I don't care who you are, but if you want to pretend to be a hero and fight for justice, I'm afraid you've found the wrong place. If you really come from a famous and decent family, if someone offends you, I will definitely give you a big gift and apologize to you. .” Huineng clasped his palms together, speaking righteous words.

"That's right, that's right. How come a famous hero comes back to such a barren place? Even Young Hero Jianchen from Zhonghua Pavilion only stays in Miyin Temple for one night and then leaves every time he comes here. He never hangs around nearby."

"It's fake at first glance. He knows some kung fu of a three-legged cat, used a trap to kill a tiger, and deceived the old man and the young man!"

"Senior brother said yes!"

The monks nodded.

Ni Bodhisattva was also slightly startled. To be honest, when Chen Zhao killed the tiger, he closed his eyes because of excessive fear and did not see Chen Zhao take action.

More importantly, he is proficient in arithmetic, but he never tells his own fortune, so Chen Zhaozhi's real skills or fake skills, he is really not sure.

"Could it be that this is a swindler, and I was deceived by not noticing it for a while?" The mud bodhisattva was puzzled in his heart.

Xiao Ling'er stuck her head out, and although her voice was timid, her tone was very firm, and she said, "Master Huineng, brother Chen is really a hero, he really kicked the tiger to death."

"You are an ignorant child, what do you know?" Huineng was disdainful in his heart, ignoring the words of a little girl, but said to Chen Zhao: "If you are really a hero with a reputation and integrity, please report your name and say You are a master of the sect, and the poor monk does not look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, so I won't spare you for a while."

Chen Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, noncommittal.

"What? Can't you tell?" Huineng took a step forward, his inner strength burst forth, and he clenched his fists tightly and said, "If you can't tell, I admit that you are bluffing and cheating. You came to Miyin Temple to play wild, and get out of Miyin if you know your senses." The land at the bottom of the mountain. Otherwise, don’t blame the poor monk’s fist.”

He is a master of hard work, even in Miyin Temple, once he gets angry, he is like a tiger. If he is an ordinary person, he will be intimidated by the shock.

Chen Zhaoze snorted softly, raised his eyelids and said:

"What are you, you dare to question me?"

"You!" Huineng was furious, and was about to clench his fist and strike.

Chen Zhao flicked his fingers and shouted softly:
"roll!"

A sharp force shot out from his fingertips and hit Huineng instantly.Huineng's whole body seemed to be hit hard, as if being knocked away by a galloping horse, he flew upside down from the small courtyard in an instant, turned into a gourd, and disappeared.

In an instant, the entire small courtyard was dead silent.

Everyone was so angry that they didn't dare to say a word, and they all looked over in a daze.Huineng is one of the best monks in Miyin Temple, and he is very powerful in hard qigong.Even the top master of Miyin Temple, Monk Fuxu, could not defeat him like Chen Zhao with a snap of a finger.

"Master, a real master!"

Everyone was excited.

Those monks and soldiers were all like wooden bodhisattvas, silent.

(End of this chapter)