Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

The Japanese spy said angrily: "If we don't have important matters today, you must make this hateful monk suffer some pain! Get out of here, otherwise I will be rude!"

Is it okay to be cursed and the whole family die?

His first priority was to keep an eye on Hankou Pier and look for traces of Zhao Chuanxin.

It's a pity that Zhao Chuanxin didn't meet him, but he met a damn monk.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head, looking like he was the only one in the world who was stupid, and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, even the poor monk can't save you. Alas, hell is not satisfied, I will never become a Buddha... "

With that said, he walked forward.

The Japanese spy snorted, but felt something was wrong.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong.

The monk was tall and strong, with a big beard, and this skin...

This skin bag was blinded by him in vain, why is hell still dissatisfied? How stupid.

It should be that if hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha, right?

The Japanese spy dismissed it and continued to stare at the port!

Zhao Chuanxin found it funny every time he saw Abao holding back his laughter.

He couldn't help but pinched Abao's mouth: "Look at you, you are like a duck that can't poop."

Abao slapped his hand away and said cautiously: "I'm warning you, in public, don't touch him."

"Okay." Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "We will do something secretly when we get back."

"Pooh!"

After leaving the port, the light snow continued.

Benjamin Goldberg was wrapped in a bloated down jacket and pointed at the lightly dressed workers carrying bags of salt in the snowy sky: "Aren't they cold?"

At this time, there was a local man from Hankou next to him. He said quickly and urgently, like a barrage of firecrackers: "These are all workers who work for Hu Geng Hall. It's good if they don't die of exhaustion and starvation. Don't think about having enough food and clothing." warm……"

Hankou people are enthusiastic and like to help others solve their problems, but they speak as if they are about to start a fight.

Zhao Yixian suddenly realized: "It turned out to be the big salt merchant who accumulated wealth and was stingy with rewards, and enriched himself by enriching others."

Abao whispered to Zhao Chuanxin: "I have known this person for a long time, and I wanted to ask him about Sheng Xuanhuai."

A Bao is a salt owl on Tai Lake, and Hu Gentang is a legendary Huai salt merchant in Hankou, so they have some intersection, although not much.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Zhao Yixian, let's find a good place to go. Let's rest for a night."

Who is Zhao Yixian?

He is very cunning and specializes in asking about the luxury and luxury.

There are cards.

Zhao Yixian came back and said: "Master Cheng Kun, there is a hotel opened by the British, but in the concession, from Hanjiang Road to the section with the British Cooperation Road, the British installed a fence to separate the Chinese and foreign worlds, and the Chinese were not allowed to enter easily. .”

Zhao Chuanxin's face was as calm as ever, with no trace of happiness or anger.

But Abao said angrily: "Foreigners really go too far in bullying others."

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak, Zhao Yixian said again: "But there is a big hotel in the French Concession."

Zhao Chuanxin scolded: "You bitch, you really don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. Wouldn't it be nice to stay in an inn?"

Zhao Yixian said plausibly: "Your master and disciple hate bedbugs, lice and fleas. Zhao is thinking about you."

However, when he arrived at the place, Zhao Chuanxin was quite satisfied.

Deming Hotel, opened by the French, has a brick and wood structure with only three floors, a bucket-shaped iron tile roof, round dormer windows, pilasters, and long floor-to-ceiling windows leading to a small garden.

After entering, the receptionist was stunned when he saw this combination.

"Are you a Chinese monk?" the French guy pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and asked in blunt Chinese.

It's not that he has never seen monks before, it's just that he has never seen monks staying in high-end hotels owned by foreigners.

Zhao Chuanxin hated people pointing at him the most, so he slapped the French guy's finger away: "Stop talking nonsense and get the room quickly."

The Frenchman was displeased: "You are too rude."

"You're showing off your face, right? Believe it or not, I'm going to cut you off?"

Abao stood aside and watched coldly.

Nowadays, both common people and officials and gentry have their tail between their legs when meeting foreigners.

This perverted monk was the only one who never showed disdain towards foreigners, that is to say, his apprentice could receive special care. However, his apprentice was now more Chinese than Chinese, full of dirt, and did not regard himself as a foreigner at all.

The French guy was really angry: "You are not welcome here. You are a dirty pig. Even if you put on a monk's robe, you are still a pig. Get out of here."

Zhao Chuanxin turned the Dragon Capturing Ring and spun the wheel.

The Frenchman's body slid on the ground involuntarily and arrived in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed him by the collar and slapped him with both front and back slaps. The Frenchman's face immediately swelled up.

A waiter saw this and wanted to step forward to help.

Benjamin Goldberg coughed dryly and suddenly stretched his legs.

The waiter was not prepared for a child, and the child was a foreigner and considered a local. This time, he was tripped hard and his head banged on the ground. There were bloody marks on his forehead and his head was buzzing.

Benjamin Goldberg hurriedly leaned over to help him: "Oh, you are such an adult, you are really careless when you panic..."

Zhao Yixian and Abao: "..."

Zhao Yixian thought to himself: How does Benjamin get so much salary? Really bad at learning.

Abao Xin said: If it weren't for the different skin colors, we would have thought they were father and son.

Zhao Chuanxin put his arm around the Frenchman's neck, came to the counter, opened the drawer, took out the keys, selected three rooms on the third floor, and threw them to the three of them.

"It's not easy to go out, so we can save money if we can. We have the right to clean rooms like this for the French people for free."

French guy: "..."

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he let go of the Frenchman's neck and punched him with a right hook. The Frenchman rolled his eyes and fell straight down, shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin led people hurriedly upstairs, but the waiter hid far away. When they went upstairs, they dared to see if the receptionist was still breathing. However, the Frenchman came to his senses again and said viciously: "Call the people, I will beat him to death." That pig..."

On the stairs.

Whenever this happens, Po will feel his scalp numb.

They Taihu thieves have a large number of people, but they don't dare to do whatever they want when they are outside.

Abao asked worriedly: "This is foreigners' territory. Will acting like this really not cause trouble?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you come with me. But you'd better do it at noon, because sooner or later something will happen."

Abao: "..."

A Bao's nervousness was relieved by seven points.

This perverted monk always has the ability to make people relax.

On the third floor, juniper bonsais were placed in front of each dormer window on the ground.

Benjamin Goldberg saw it and said, "Master, this bonsai should be a Japanese bonsai, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "My teacher's point of view is that there is no Japanese style in this world."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then it became clear: Domineering!

Aren’t all Japanese traditional things learned from China?

The good times didn't last long. As soon as everyone opened the door, they heard dense footsteps coming from the stairs.