Xuanxia

Chapter 182 Leaving the Temple (Additional chapter for the leader of the Silent Hill of Guangming Island)

"Alas, Junior Brother Zhou Qing, you hit me too hard just now."

Fa Jing looked at the lay disciples who were trembling with fear and reluctantly picking up their weapons to practice again, and said to Fu Qingzhou.

But even though he said this, his eyes were full of appreciation and admiration.

Fu Qingzhou snorted, "These guys don't know what's good for them... I came here to learn martial arts so that I won't be bullied. If I'm still being ridden on the head and pissed on, what's the point of learning martial arts?"

Fa Jing said nothing, but laughed and said, "Yes, with this kind of character, you can accomplish great things."

He patted Fu Qingzhou on the shoulder and said, "In the afternoon, you lay disciples will do some chores for the temple. Since you are their leader, you can choose the chores yourself. I will not be in charge."

After saying this, he put his hands behind his back and walked away leisurely.

There wasn't much profound meaning in these words, but Fu Qingzhou's eyes lit up when he heard them!
Do you choose what job you want to do?

He smiled and glanced at the people who were still practicing.

Everyone who was swept by him trembled and their hair stood on end.

"伱."

Fu Qingzhou pointed at someone casually and said, "Come here."

The man was startled and subconsciously looked sad, but he obviously felt that this was not a good idea, so he forced himself to smile, which was uglier than crying, and ran over to the alley: "Brother Qing, do you have any instructions?"

"Don't look like you're going to die, I won't eat you."

Fu Qingzhou said carelessly: "Let me ask you, what do we usually do in the afternoon?"

"Oh, you're asking this!" The man breathed a sigh of relief: "It's quite a lot, let me think..."

He counted on his fingers: "Sweeping toilets, sweeping leaves, feeding pigs, fertilizing and watering the fields, fetching water, shopping, distributing cultivation resources to fellow brothers, uh, and more..."

"Stop, stop." Fu Qingzhou stopped him: "I just want to ask you, which one is easier and more profitable?"

"Oh~"

The man immediately understood and said with a smile, "Of course it's for shopping, and also for distributing cultivation resources to the brothers."

"For shopping, we just need to go to the temple to get a list and money, and then we can spend the whole afternoon outside the temple. As long as we buy the things on the list and return them before dinner, we'll be done!"

"During this period... hehe, of course I can do whatever I want."

Fu Qingzhou nodded with satisfaction and touched his chin: "What about the distribution of cultivation resources?"

The man smiled and said, "Same! After getting the list, just deliver the things to the brothers of the Fa generation. This job is easy. Although there is no money to be made, it can build good relationships with the brothers! Maybe you can learn a few more skills and have a better future!"

Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly.

Of course, he didn't really want to make any money, but wanted to leave the temple.

There were no mobile phones or walkie-talkies these days, and there were very few people who knew magic. I was only at the second level of spiritual enlightenment, and there was very little I could do with magic...

If you want to exchange intelligence information with your companions, you still have to leave the temple.

Asking a few more questions is just to avoid others' suspicion.

"That's right, from now on the shopping will be mine."

Fu Qingzhou smiled with satisfaction and said, "Damn it, I was so scared last night when I heard that the temple was closed. I'm glad I can get out. This temple is so dull and there's not even a woman. It's so boring."

Once this statement was made, no one dared to disagree.

As for who originally did the purchasing work, it no longer matters.

During the meal that day, the tables of lay disciples were unusually quiet. No one dared to move before Fu Qingzhou picked up his chopsticks, which made the other monks in the dining hall a little confused...

Everyone has gone through this step. Most of us come from humble backgrounds. When did the military discipline become so strict?

After dinner, Fu Qingzhou followed the instructions of the lay disciples, went to the warehouse to get a list, and then swaggered out of the temple. The items on the list were simple, just some medicinal materials and iron embryos.

This temple has its own fields and livestock, and there are not many people, so it is basically self-sufficient. There is no need to buy rice, cabbage, chickens, ducks and the like. These things are obviously used to make medicine and forge weapons.

After leaving the temple gate, Fu Qingzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

From the time he entered the temple at dusk yesterday to the time he left the temple at noon today, not even a day had passed, but his shoulders seemed to be under a thousand pounds of pressure.

One wrong step will lead you into an abyss!

"I think you're pretty good at this."

The Smoker popped his head out at this time: "You looked so good in the Mingjian Pavilion spy disguised as a spy in the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain. Now you look pretty good in the butcher costume. Why don't you go and sing an opera?"

"I'm an undercover agent! Do you understand what an undercover agent is?" Fu Qingzhou said disdainfully, "Have you heard of Infernal Affairs?"

Fanyin Temple is actually not far from the nearest town.

Dongxuan Lake is a very large lake, and such a lake can support many, many people.

Before Fanyin Temple closed, it might have been a popular temple.

After leaving the temple, we walked for less than fifteen minutes and arrived at the nearest Yucha Town.

The town is as its name suggests. It is located in front of Dongxuan Lake, where half of the population relies on fishing, and in the back it is adjacent to tea mountains, where the other half relies on tea.

When Fu Qingzhou arrived in the town, he was not in a hurry to buy things, but instead walked around the town first.

Although he was sure that no one was following him, he still walked around a few times to be on the safe side.

After making sure that there was no one following him, he quietly sneaked into a brothel.

Places where good and bad people gather and all kinds of people hang out are always the best places for exchanging information...

The madam came forward, and before she could speak, Fu Qingzhou smiled and handed her a silver ingot, saying softly, "The smoke is curling, the sword shadows are heavy, where can I find a soulmate? I just need to hear the sound of the bell."

"what……"

The madam's originally flattering smile changed, and she lowered her voice: "It turns out to be you, young master. Please come this way."

Although it was only afternoon, the brothel could not be brightly lit or bustling with beautiful girls, but there were already some idle customers, not too many, not too few, and they were all sitting in the corners, whispering and flirting with the girls and drinking wine.

Fu Qingzhou followed the madam through the crowd and came to the third floor.

"Sir, this is it."

The madam whispered, "Come in."

I pushed the door open and walked in. A slightly plump figure in a plain silk gown stood with his back to the door, looking out the window and fanning himself with a paper fan.

The madam closed the door behind her, and Fu Qingzhou grinned, "Mr. Zhao, here I come."

"I entered the temple last night and came here today..."

The man turned around and it was Zhao Hao.

He closed the paper fan with a snap, and looked at Fu Qingzhou with a look of disdain: "You can't pretend anymore, so you ran away?"

Fu Qingzhou laughed twice, sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.

"okay."

He said with a fake smile: "You don't like me, and I don't like you very much either. Let's finish the job quickly. There's no need to talk bad to each other and make it seem like we are bad friends."

After hearing this, Zhao Hao smiled: "Yes, I think so too."

He clapped his hands with a paper fan and said softly, "Tell me first, what did you see in the temple?"

(End of this chapter)