C444 Far away from the World of Martial Arts

Kuifeng and the others had bitter expressions on their faces. They didn't know if they should do as Ye Wangyun said. When they saw that he really wasn't joking or speaking the truth, they simply gave up resisting. They took out all the bits and pieces on their bodies.

Because Ye Wangyun was a bodyguard hired by his master to help them. Since he had admitted defeat, there was no need for him to hold on anymore.

Zhang Jingxuan didn't even look at them, allowing them to do whatever they wanted. Zhuang Shiren, on the other hand, didn't stand on ceremony, as if he had been tacitly approved by Zhang Jingxuan. He went over to pick things up and picked them up. After that, he took back a package and a letter that Kuifeng had kept seriously. He handed it over to Zhang Jingxuan.

In fact, Zhang Jingxuan was laughing in his heart. He didn't think that the first time he robbed a house, his target would be a group of monks. Fortunately, these monks were not considered proper monks.

After taking the package and the letter back, Zhang Jingxuan was even more interested in the letter. He casually handed the package back to Zhuang Shiren. Lowering his head to read the letter, he discovered that it was written by Great Master Kuiguang to the abbot of Solan Temple, Great Master Kui Kong. The main reason was that he had already found the lost precious treasure of his sect, the Purple-Gold Bowl. According to the teachings of his sect, who would find the lost supreme treasure of his sect? The person would automatically obtain the qualifications to be the abbot of Solan Temple, even if it was a little lama.

Zhang Jingxuan read the letter and couldn't help but shake his head. These so-called teachings of the ancestors... It could only be said that his brain was damaged. If it was an unpardonable person who obtained the Violet-Platinum Bowl, would he also have to treat him as the host? It really was like closing one's eyes and not being afraid of chaos. Those fellows who had already gone down in history... He really should have called them out from the ground and said this in a good manner. Then, he thought of that Kui Zhong La. This time, he was the host of the dream. It seemed like there was no more hope.

Zhuang Shiren took advantage of the time when Zhang Jingxuan was reading the letter and opened his bag. After a careful look, he folded the package. After Zhang Jingxuan finished reading the letter, he said to him, "Benefactor, this purple gold alms bowl is a fake. Although the material is not bad, it is also worth some silver taels, but it is not an antique. It seems like these guys are good at deceiving others. "

" What counterfeit? That's a counterfeit we made using real products. We know that the world is dangerous and bandits run amok, so we didn't bring the real Purple Gold Bowl with us when we went out this time. Master will bring it with us. With this imitation, Martial Uncle Kui Kong naturally knows that Master has already found the Purple Gold Bowl. "

" Oh, so that's how it is. Didn't your Master live a good life in Liaodong? Why did he come back to be the abbot of Solan Temple?" Zhang Jingxuan raised his head and asked as he looked at Kui Luan Lama.

"Alright, alright. There's no need to waste so much effort. Could it be that there's something that can be hidden from Sect Leader Zhang? The reason why this group of obedient kids were in such a hurry to travel was also because of the word 'filial piety'. In another ten days or so, it will be a grand occasion for the martial arts world in the Central Plains. The heads of the various great sects might be invited. It seemed like Cult Master Zhang had not received an invitation. As for Solan Temple, Master Kui Kong was not young anymore. Of course, Great Master Kuiguang would take over the position of the sect head and take his place. "

At this moment, Ye Wangyun seemed to have completely forgotten about the failure just now. He seemed to be in high spirits. Zhang Jingxuan couldn't help but feel puzzled in his heart. Why was he so happy? " Oh? I've never heard of such a thing. Does it sound like we're going to elect the alliance leader of the martial arts world?" Zhang Jingxuan decided to cooperate with the other party and listen to what he was going to do.

As expected, seeing that he was interested, Ye Wangyun continued, "A group of people who claim to be loyal and patriots want to emulate the ancient people, just like how Eighteen Staff Monk saved the Tang King in the past. Call all heroes in the world to help the king save the country. When you are in a temple, you worry about the people, and when you are far away in the martial arts world, you worry about the king. Haha, if one were to talk about it, Fan Qishuang was indeed an outstanding person, but wouldn't the Great Song die a swift death? Furthermore, the temple was currently filled with ghosts and devils. How could there be anyone who would worry about the people? These fellows are like mantis trying to stop a chariot. I wonder what kind of good outcome they will have."

Zhang Jingxuan calmed down." So, you guys are going to cause trouble? It seems that Great Master Kuiguang also has some plans for the position of Sect Master. It's such a lively matter, I would like to take a look as well."

" Welcome. But speaking of which, everyone's enemies are the same. When a centipede dies, it never dies. We might as well work hand in hand to chop this sick giant into eight pieces. We each get what we need. We'll talk about the future later. " Ye Wangyun said frankly. It seemed like he wanted to drag Zhang Jingxuan into the water.

Zhang Jingxuan did not take this lying down. "Don't say it so early. Enemies and enemies are never friends. Let's ride the donkey and watch the show. Alright, see you later. I won't see you out."

Zhang Jingxuan's cold words immediately cut off the topic, but Ye Wangyun did not feel discouraged.

"Since Cult Master Zhang keeps people away from him, I won't disturb him anymore. Anyway, we will meet again in the future. Haha, and there might be a surprise for us when the time comes. " As soon as he finished speaking, he wore a mysterious smile for some unknown reason. Ye Wangyun turned around and left, leaving Kuifeng and the others looking at each other in dismay. For a moment, they didn't know what to do.

Zhang Jingxuan didn't care about what Ye Wangyun said. This kind of guy who kept half of his words was the most annoying. The best way was to ignore him completely. Unfortunately, there weren't many people who could do this.

"You lamas, you can go back and report to your master. Just say that your things and letters have been snatched by me. Ye Wangyun can be a witness. I have already said that if your people come here to cause trouble and I bump into them... I will kill one of them, and I will kill two of them. Today is your lucky day. Yours Truly just happens to not want to kill anyone. Hurry up and get lost! "

After saying that, he raised his sword and Kuifeng, Luan Luan, and the others hurriedly ran away with seven or eight lamas. The floor was littered with Bodhi prayer beads, the yak leg bone cylinder, the cow horn comb, and other miscellaneous items. It was as if he had set up a stall. Seeing that they were leaving in a hurry, Zhang Jingxuan could not call them back to pack these scraps. He could only tell Zhuang Shiren to keep all of them.

"Benefactor, your Litre Bucket Sect has been developing like wildfire all over the place. The more calamities there are, the more enthusiastic the people will become. The prosperous area of Zhejiang is much worse. This time, it was all because of the sect leader's help. He saved his life, and he would never forget it. I also want to join the Litre Bucket Sect and work for the Sect Leader." If it wasn't for Zhang Jingxuan's appearance, Zhuang Shiren would have already become a dead soul by now. That was why he expressed his gratitude.

"It's just a small matter. It's not worth mentioning. Brother Zhuang, about this, I happen to have some urgent matters to attend to. We'll discuss this when we meet in the future. Farewell. " Zhang Jingxuan was a little absent-minded. On the one hand, it was because he didn't like Zhuang Shiren's reputation as a rapist. On the other hand, Zhuang Shiren's words had stirred up his thoughts. He was concerned about the fire seeds that had been sent out.

He didn't know how they were doing these days, but he cared less about them.