The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 149: Revenge and Faith

In two years, almost all the projects in Baisha City have been completed.

Taking advantage of the rapidly increasing population base and using corvée labor as a means, the government office completed the reconstruction of the city center, the expansion of the dock outside the city, and the widening of the roads within the city.

These projects have given Baisha City a new look and attracted many people to settle here.

To date, these projects have almost been completed one after another, and only the construction of Xuanzhen Temple can be regarded as just beginning.

On another hill behind Songfeng Mountain, a bluestone road has been built and a grand hall is being prepared for construction.

The statues for enshrining in the main hall have been ordered, namely the three main gods of Taoism, also known as the "Three Pure Ones Hall". Many craftsmen are busy here without rest every day.

As for the 'Ancestor Hall' on Songfeng Mountain, it is not open to the public and is used to enshrine the tablets of the ancestors of Xuanzhen Temple.

Now, there is only one, and that is the Taoist Xuan Zhen!
When the old Taoist was alive, he probably never imagined that he would have such a good life.

This hall is currently the highest place in Xuanzhen Temple, much higher than the previous "Zhenwu Hall".

Standing on the terrace of the main hall and looking around, you can see continuous mountains in the distance, surrounded by the Baisha River like a jade belt. In the near distance, there are curling smoke from cooking fires, thousands of acres of fertile fields, old farmers working hard, and shepherd boys riding cows.

If you get closer and look down from a higher vantage point, you can see young men practicing boxing and standing still in the largest martial arts arena of Xuanzhen Temple, sweating profusely.

In fact, Chu Zhou liked to stand here every morning to watch the outer disciples of Xuanzhen Temple practice martial arts and boxing to strengthen their bodies.

Although there are no specific regulations, this has become the default morning class.

At this moment, Chu Zhou was standing on the terrace with his hands behind his back, watching the disciples practicing below, his thoughts drifting away.

Fan Zhong walked slowly behind him and said, "Master, is someone here?"

"it is good!"

Chu Zhou turned around and walked into the Patriarch's Hall, and saw that there was one more person in the hall.

His hair was disheveled, covering his face, and he was wearing a grey robe that didn't fit him well, so it looked unusually loose and highlighted how thin and shriveled he was.

His back was slightly hunched, his cloth shoes had a big hole in them, and he was covered in dust. Before he even got close, he could smell a foul odor.

To be honest, at first glance, Chu Zhou failed to recognize that this was the calm, reserved and well-mannered steward of Wenxiang Temple. After a closer look, he only felt that they were three-quarters similar.

Until he raised his head slightly, lifted his hair, and revealed his face...

Chu Zhou was startled and his eyebrows stood up: "Brother Hao, what are you doing?"

There were several knife scars on Hao Songqing's face, some deep and some shallow, with fresh blood and flesh still rolling around in some places. It was impossible to recognize his original appearance at all.

“Although Tyrant Sect looks down on Wenxiang Temple, they still hunt down the high-ranking officials of Wenxiang Temple. My face is too conspicuous, so this is the only way.”

Hao Songqing's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked even more decadent. There was not much anxiety and fear in his eyes, but mostly grayness!
A loser who has lost all hope!

Chu Zhou asked the most crucial question: "What about Master Zhou? How is he now?"

Hao Songqing shook his head: "I don't know!"

"You do not know?"

"I left before the war. I left early according to the master's order."

After a pause, he showed some hesitation, but still said: "The master broke through to the Grandmaster level a year ago, he himself didn't think he could succeed, but he did it.

But even among martial arts masters, there are strong and weak ones."

“Although I only found out later that the person coming from Tyrant Sect was the Black-Faced Centipede Yan Xiuyuan, I think my master is no match for him.”

“However, based on my understanding of the master, he will not retreat. With so many disciples in Wenxiang Temple, he will never take a single step back.

Even if he can't win, he will find a chance to seriously injure Yan Xiuyuan. Or, even if he is seriously injured and on the verge of death, as long as he has a breath, he will appear on the battlefield. "

“He would never let his followers down, so I think the master is either dead or someone saved him.

But in Tianquan County, it is almost impossible to save someone from a martial arts master."

Chu Zhou looked at him seriously and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I want the master to be alive more than anyone else, but most likely, he is dead!"

"Dead?"

Chu Zhou sighed, his expression somewhat tangled and sad. After a moment of silence, he looked at Hao Songqing again and asked, "Then what brought you here, Brother Hao?"

"Seeking shelter, the master said that only Taoist Chu can protect me. Besides, I am here to deliver a letter for the master."

Chu Zhou's eyes narrowed: "Send a letter?"

"Deliver the letter!!!"

Hao Songqing responded and stretched out his hands. It can be seen that his hands were covered with dust and there was mud under his fingernails.

He did not take the letter immediately, but lifted up his clothes to reveal the clean area inside, and rubbed his hands vigorously.

After wiping his hands as clean as possible, he took out the sealed letter from the crack in his chest, held it in both hands, and handed it to Chu Zhou.

Chu Zhou took it and felt the thickness of the letter, but he did not open it immediately. Instead, he raised his head slightly, looked at Hao Songqing and asked, "Is this letter written by Master Zhou Guan?"

Hao Songqing seemed to know Chu Zhou's confusion and said, "The letter was written a long time ago. Before the master went to meet the enemy, he asked me to take it out and send it to you."

Chu Zhou's expression relaxed, and he said, "In that case, Uncle Fan?"

"Master, I'm here?" "Take Butler Hao to wash up first, apply some good medicine on his wound, and eat some food. Wait for me to finish reading this letter first, and then we can talk about other things, okay?"

He said this to Fan Zhong and Hao Songqing. Hao Songqing didn't say much, just nodded, turned around and left with Fan Zhong.

Chu Zhou held the letter with a serious look on his face. He raised his head slightly and saw the tablet of Taoist Xuan Zhen standing alone in the ancestral hall.

After a slight hesitation, Chu Zhou put the letter down, took out three incense sticks, lit them, bowed, and put them into the incense burner again.

Then, he picked up the letter, walked to the cushion beside and sat down, stretched out his hand and lightly scratched it, and a sharp force cut the envelope open.

He took out one of the papers, unfolded it, sat up a little, and took a look.

"My dear friend Chu Zhou, it's like seeing you in person.

When I wrote this letter, I didn’t intend for you to read it. If you read it, I would probably be dead!”

With just this one sentence, Chu Zhou's eyes became more solemn and suspicious.

Because, if it wasn't a deliberate attempt to confuse the enemy, then Zhou Wu had already anticipated his own fate.

Looking down again, I saw the words written on the letter: "I remember having a conversation with you in Zhenwu Hall before the battle with Yunya Sword Sect.

I told you that Kou Wulie, the leader of the Tiger Demon Pavilion, and I have a semi-master relationship, but the assassin from Tingfeng Tower who slaughtered the Tiger Demon Pavilion was hired by me and old Yunlie.

This is not a lie, but it is only part of the truth.

To be more specific, for example, I once cooperated with the Pure World Red Lotus Society and arranged an assassination in Baisha City, and the victim was my only son Zhou Chongwen.

For example, Zhou Chongwen is not my only son, but an adopted son. I gave him a superior life and the confidence to act recklessly, just to make him an open target and the one who will be sacrificed in the end.

For example, I had an encounter with Xiahou Yajun, one of the saints of Xuanyue Sect, and I asked her to help me in exchange for Wenxiang Temple joining Xuanyue Sect.

Therefore, during that great battle, the Yunya Sword Sect would be attacked by the Desire Demon, which would ignite a sky-burning fire, disturbing the hearts of the Yunya disciples.

So, all this is my calculation, my plan.

In fact, this sect war that affected the entire Tianquan County was a trick I carefully designed.

Of course, I prefer to call it revenge!"

Seeing this, Chu Zhou couldn't help but hold his breath, and he felt sweat on his palms.

If everything in the letter is true, Zhou Wu is extremely terrifying. Not only in his martial arts, nor in his calculations of human hearts, but also in his belief in revenge and his terrifying persistence.

This reminded Chu Zhou of what a certain saint once said: Even a grudge of ten generations can be avenged!

The first page of the letter had ended here. Chu Zhou put the page down, wiped the sweat from his palms, and continued reading.

"I have talked to you about my past, but only I can feel the past most deeply.

So, when Wenxiang Temple was gone, what I wanted most was to rebuild it; when my master and my uncle were all dead, I had to make certain people pay the price and make a certain sect disappear from the world.

This is my revenge and my obsession. I live for it and fight for it all my life.

Therefore, I can be reckless, can collude with evil spirits, and can not care about anyone's life or death."

“But sometimes, I would think of Master’s teachings. He once said that people should be kind, but they would not do good deeds because they thought they were small, and they would do bad deeds because they thought they were small.

But my revenge has implicated too many innocent people. I can compensate those in the martial arts world by giving them money and various benefits, but what should I say to the ordinary people who died in vain?
Occasionally, I would think of the days when I went out with my uncle.

Wenxiang Temple was very poor back then. After paying the Yunya Sword Sect and other gang members, there was not much left from the money earned from making incense.

But the uncle still couldn't bear to see the poor people suffer from cold and hunger, and always liked to take out the few remaining copper coins to buy food for them.

I really hate it when my uncle does this because I am never full.

But if I think about it carefully, if my uncle wasn’t such a good uncle, I would have starved to death in that poor family first.”

"So, I must take revenge, but I also feel guilty towards many people!!!"

"I actually understand the madness of the Pure World Red Lotus Society and the recklessness of the Black Moon Sect better than anyone else. The consequence of colluding with them is endless sinking and never-ending killing.

I don’t like this!”

“I also know the style of the Tyrant Clan. They are used to being overbearing and never care about the so-called evidence or the rules of the underworld.

Whenever they feel threatened, they are used to solving the problem in the most direct way.”

"In fact, I have too many ways to quietly use the Xuanyue Sect to provide assistance and prevent the Yunya Sword Sect from making a comeback.

But I chose the most direct and stupidest method.

I had Xiahou Yajun slaughter the Yunya Sword Sect's garrison right under the nose of the Tyrant Sect's Gongye King during the battle."

“And this is the ending I chose for Wen Xiang Guan, and it is also the ending I chose for myself.”

"I can die, and the inheritance of Wenxiang Temple can be destroyed, but the innocence of Wenxiang Temple must remain in the world."

At this moment, Chu Zhou jumped up like a spring. Looking at the letter in his hand, his face was filled with shock and he could only curse continuously.

"Holy shit, shit, shit..."

"Is this true or false? Is this true or false?"

　Here comes the second update. This chapter is the finale of Zhou Wu. I feel that after this chapter, the character has been well established.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)