My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 376 Benefactor Zeng, you possess the countenance of a ruler of the world. [Two chapters combined]

A third-rank martial artist possesses extremely strong self-healing abilities.

but……

Zeng Anmin looked at the mangled corpses scattered on the ground, put away the giant axe in his hand, and returned to his sea of ​​consciousness.

Two or three pounds of offal on the east side, and three or four ounces of eyeballs on the west side.

Brain matter dripped in the south, while long spears fell in the north.

The stench of blood filled his nostrils.

"I thought this was the first time I'd triggered the [Final Reserve], but I didn't expect to awaken the Time Domain..."

"If you can heal yourself back to normal, then you're awesome."

Zeng Anmin glanced at Ji Qing's corpse, then casually put the spear that Ji Qing had dropped on the ground into his battle preparation space.

Looking at the pieces of flesh scattered all over the ground, Zeng Anmin carefully searched for them bit by bit.

After a long while, he frowned:

"No mustard seed space?"

"Then how do we find the Xi Huang Diagram?"

……

"I need to leave here first to find Hu Zi. I can't let anyone know that I killed Ji Qing, otherwise I can't explain how I killed him."

Zeng Anmin quickly sorted out his thoughts. He took one last look at the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground and walked in another direction.

About fifteen minutes after he left.

A figure flashed across the sky.

Second-rank patriarch Wang Dong slowly descended.

He held a short knife in his hand.

“There are three-rank martial artists fighting.”

When his eyes fell upon the pile of minced meat on the ground, a look of astonishment crossed his face:
"Ji Qing?"

"Why is he here?"

"Who killed him?"

…………

Western Hills.

Zeng Anmin searched for a long time but could not find Hu Zi.

I became increasingly anxious.

"When Ji Qing was fighting, a blue tail could already be seen behind him..."

"Could it be that the true meaning of the Xihuang Diagram has already been grasped?"

"Doesn't that mean Tiger..."

His heart sank.

Just as he was lost in thought, a voice slowly rang out:
“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, you may come to Fa’an Temple to find your nephew.”

?

Upon hearing this voice, Zeng Anmin suddenly looked up.

There was no unusual movement around.

"This humble monk awaits the benefactor at Fa'an Temple."

The sound rang out again.

Fa'an Temple?
Buddhism?

Zeng Anmin did not answer, but stood silently in place.

Dongfang Cang's Eastern Cult originated from Buddhism, and he was even friends with the abbot of Fa'an Temple...

When Dongfang Cang returned from Nanjiang, he specifically asked me to convey his regards to the abbot of Fa'an Temple.

As a result, I encountered so many things as soon as I got back that I forgot about this.

"Could it be that Ji Qing has some connection with Buddhism?"

Zeng Anmin stroked his chin.

"Probably not. Fa'an Temple is located in the capital, which is within the range that my father and Master Xu can take action against. He wouldn't dare to do such a thing."

With that thought in mind, Zeng Anmin changed direction and headed towards the capital.

……

"Da da da."

After killing Ji Qing, Zeng Anmin felt no emotion whatsoever. He sat astride his horse, deep in thought:

"Ji Qing came to kill me."

"He used the tiger cub as bait to lure me out of the capital."

"Because it's not convenient for him to make a move in the capital."

"Then what was his purpose in killing me?"

Zeng Anmin murmured softly.

He hadn't thought this through.

From the moment Ji Qing appeared until the end of the battle, it was definitely not a case of the two of them suddenly encountering each other and having a skirmish.

Ji Qing had a very clear purpose: to kill him.

While Zeng Anmin was pondering, the horses had already entered the capital.

His fight with Ji Qing, though seemingly long, actually lasted no more than a quarter of an hour.

"Could it be that he has already absorbed the true meaning of the Xi Huang Diagram and appeared in the Heavenly Dao Alliance's space? After lurking in the shadows for a long time, he confirmed my identity as Zeng Anmin and then came to kill me in order to seize the true meaning of the Ancestral Dragon Diagram?"

Thinking of this, he gently pulled on the reins.

He then fell into deep thought, and after a while, he shook his head to himself:
"No, I absolutely did not reveal my identity within the Heavenly Dao Alliance's space."

"If I hadn't told the Empress myself, even she wouldn't have guessed that Zeng Anmin was from the North."

"Then why did he specifically go to kill me?"

"Could it be that he already knew that I deduced that the Xi Huang Diagram was in his possession, and therefore came to kill me to silence me?"

"Hmm... that possibility cannot be ruled out."

“Bai Ziqing and I have been investigating this child abduction case for the past two days. If he is interested, he will definitely be alert.”

"After all, Xiang Wangxian died for this very reason..."

Thinking of this, Zeng Anmin glanced back casually, a cold glint in his eyes:
"He even knew to use Tiger to lure me out of the city, afraid that if I made a move in the city, my father would find out."

"He does have some brains."

My father is a second-grade Quasi-Saint. I don't know if he can beat Ji Qing, but if the battlefield is in the capital, my father will definitely be able to find it immediately.

"Well... once Ji Qing's body is discovered, I'll go with the flow and close Xiang Wangxian's case."

"Then we can openly send people to Ji Qing's residence to confiscate his property."

"Since he's already dead, it's up to my Imperial City Guard to decide how to frame him."

"And after he died, the position of Director of the Imperial City Guard became vacant, didn't it?"

"It's a good thing for me."

As Zeng Anmin was thinking, he arrived at the gate of a temple.

He looked up and saw the three large characters "Fa'an Temple" shining brightly.

Thinking about how to deal with the situation, Zeng Anmin began to take the temple in front of him seriously.

Before Dongfang Cang spoke of Buddhism, his understanding of Fa'an Temple was limited to the pure and innocent character of the young monk Yingchen.

"I wonder if the little monk Yingchen was brought into the palace after the Fourth Prince's rebellion with Li Jian failed?"

Zeng Anmin remained expressionless, dismounted, and walked forward.

Upon entering the temple, he saw two figures, one tall and one short, in the courtyard in front of the main hall.

The two men, with their buttocks sticking up, lay prone on the sand, seemingly studying something.

Upon seeing the two figures, Zeng Anmin's expression faltered slightly.

"Tiger?"

He tentatively spoke up.

The shorter figure shuddered, then turned and looked up, his round, dark eyes meeting Zeng Anmin's. A broad, joyful smile spread across Tiger's face.
"uncle!!!"

Then he quickly ran over from the other side, ignoring the dirty dust on his hands, and threw himself into Zeng Anmin's arms.

Zeng Anmin caught Hu Zi and asked with a stern face:
"Why aren't you diligently cultivating with your master in the Mystic Array Division? What are you doing here?"

Upon hearing this, Tiger's initially happy face slowly turned into one of grievance. He didn't dare to look up at Zeng Anmin, and with a pained expression, he said:

"Master is so boring."

"I wanted to ride the old lady, but she wouldn't let me!"

"What are you talking about!" Zeng Anmin was speechless. He glared at her and said, "What are you doing riding on that old lady's back? I think you've gotten too big for your britches since nobody's disciplined you!"

"Who taught you how to ride a person?!"

Tiger paused, then blinked blankly and said, "I didn't ride anyone..." "Then what you called the old lady..."

Zeng Anmin frowned.

"It's the one in Master's meditation room... mmm~"

Tiger's mouth was gagged by Zeng Anmin.

At this moment, Zeng Anmin's face showed a look of sudden realization.

After Hu Zi entered the Xuanzhen Division, it seems that he became Xu Mingxin's disciple.

If I remember correctly, there seems to be a doll in Xu Mingxin's meditation room...

"That's even more unacceptable! That's your master's wife."

Zeng Anmin looked at Hu Zi seriously: "Don't try to seduce her again."

"Oh~"

Tiger looked up at Zeng Anmin with a somewhat aggrieved expression and said, "Yesterday, a strange old man saw me and arrested me."

"What does that uncle look like?" Zeng Anmin asked, looking at Hu Zi.

“He… looks so fierce, and he’s pointing such a long spear at me…” Tiger stretched out his arms to show the length of the spear.

"It really is Ji Qing..."

Zeng Anmin did not feel relieved at all, but instead looked into the Mahavira Hall with a deep gaze.

Tiger fell into Ji Qing's hands.

So how did he end up here with this old monk?
"Well, you can play with... Yingchen here for now."

Zeng Anmin looked down at the little monk by the sand.

“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor Zeng.”

Xiao Yingchen's eyes were still as clear as ever. He smiled and clasped his hands together in a Buddhist gesture to Zeng Anmin.

"It's been a long time. I hope you're doing well, Yingchen."

Upon seeing Yingchen, Zeng Anmin's restlessness slowly dissipated. Looking into Yingchen's clear eyes, a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
"I need to see the abbot."

"Master has been waiting in the main hall for quite some time." Yingchen nodded with a smile.

His little bald head gleamed, and Zeng Anmin couldn't resist touching it.

"I'll go right away."

Xiao Yingchen felt the warmth of the hand above her head, her expression froze for a moment, and then she turned her head away.

"Haha."

Seeing that Xiao Yingchen looked a little sullen, Zeng Anmin was in a great mood. He laughed and headed towards the palace.

Is the abbot here?

Zeng Anmin looked at the monk's figure in front of the main hall and asked.

"Please come in, benefactor."

The old monk's voice rang out.

It's as if it has traveled through the long river of time, exuding a sense of profound enlightenment.

Gentle and tolerant.

"clatter……"

As Zeng Anmin entered the main hall, he saw the familiar old monk sitting there with a kind face and a faint smile on his face.

But upon closer inspection, the smile transformed into compassion...

"Why does your face keep changing?"

Zeng Anmin was genuinely curious.

He had seen the old monk once before when he came here because of Ren Weizhi's case, and his face had changed in the same way.

The old monk said calmly, "The Buddha said that appearances arise from the mind. What you see in my heart is what you will see in this old monk."

"Oh? You look kind and gentle now?"

"That proves that you are a person who is wholeheartedly devoted to good deeds."

“Me?” Zeng Anmin blinked and pointed at himself: “I’ve killed quite a few people.”

"Killing is both a cycle of reincarnation and a form of redemption."

The old monk's expression remained unchanged.

"What did it mean when I saw you smiling just now?"

"This proves that the benefactor is in a very good mood."

"That's unbelievable!" Zeng Anmin shook his head, indicating his disbelief.

"hehe."

The old monk smiled kindly, then raised his cloudy eyes to meet Zeng Anmin's gaze.

This single glance seemed to reveal the vast changes of time, spanning millennia:

"Seven days from now, our Fa'an Temple will open its gates wide to welcome guests from afar. At that time, you may bring Benefactor Hu with you."

"I didn't come here to hear this."

Zeng Anmin stared straight at the old monk: "I want to ask how you knew Ji Qing wanted to capture Hu Zi? And how did you manage to bring Hu Zi to Fa'an Temple from Ji Qing's hands?"

"Please have a seat, benefactor."

The old monk's smile remained unchanged. With a casual wave of his hand, a small prayer mat appeared behind Zeng Anbian.

Upon seeing this move, Zeng Anmin slightly raised his eyelids.

This old monk has a very high level of spiritual attainment!

He didn't even see that move clearly.

He remained silent and sat down in front of the prayer mat.

"Does the benefactor know that Benefactor Hu, like my disciple, possesses pure and unblemished wisdom?"

What is the root of pure wisdom?

Zeng Anmin frowned slightly.

“All of us Buddhist disciples are pure in the six senses. The so-called immaculate wisdom root is the body born to cultivate Buddhism. No matter what level of cultivation we have, we can all receive the great cultivation transmission from our Buddha.”

"I have no intention of letting Tiger join the Buddhist order."

Zeng Anmin waved his hand: "If I dared to make my cousin-in-law childless, my cousin would probably come back from the Taoist sect to deal with me."

This is not just idle talk.

Although my cousin entered the Taoist sect and severed her human desires, she couldn't easily forget the mortal world.

"Hehe." The old monk chuckled softly: "How can you, benefactor, possibly predict the course of fate and destiny?"

"Just like this time, when this old monk was traveling and cultivating, he happened to encounter Benefactor Tiger being kidnapped and taken to the Western Mountain, so he helped him. Is this not enough to show that Benefactor Tiger has a karmic connection with Buddha?"

"I thank you in advance for rescuing Hu Zi, but I cannot tell you about his joining the Buddhist order."

Zeng Anmin suddenly realized something.

The old monk saved Tiger by chance.

Although he wasn't entirely convinced, he could sense that the old monk was someone he couldn't handle, so he didn't say anything more.

"Don't worry, I won't let you save me for nothing." Zeng Anmin looked up and saw a Buddha statue, its paint peeling off from years of repairs. He said to the statue:
“In two days I will send someone here to apply gold paint to the Buddha statue.”

"Amitabha, there's no need."

The old monk chuckled and shook his head: "All people suffer. If you can give your money to poor families, it will be a good deed."

"Merit... I can also accumulate merit?"

Zeng Anmin scoffed at this.

He felt that based on his single-handed slaying of three thousand demon soldiers in the battle of Baideng Mountain, according to Buddhist standards of self-cultivation, he should have been condemned to the Avici Hell a thousand times over.

"Hehe, since you are so devoted to good, how could this old monk utter any falsehoods?"

The old monk's eyes still held kindness as he looked at Zeng Anbian, and he gently beckoned to Zeng Anmin:
"The Eastern benefactor also told the old monk that the benefactor has the appearance of a common ruler."

……

Zeng Anmin paused for a moment, then quickly looked around before staring at the old monk and saying:

"Don't talk nonsense! If this gets out, even my father won't be able to protect me!"

"Hehe, the appearance of a supreme ruler on your body is ordained by the will of Heaven and cannot be achieved by human power."

It means that whether you tell others or not will not affect your status as the supreme ruler.

At this point, the old monk's face grew even more benevolent, and he looked earnestly at Zeng Anmin:
"It seems to this old monk today that what Benefactor Dongfang said is true; one day Benefactor Zeng will surely gain the world..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Zeng Anmin felt that if he weren't so lacking in spiritual cultivation, he would have definitely gone up and covered the old monk's mouth.

"I appreciate your help in saving Hu Zi, but remember, never say such things carelessly!"

"This old monk is about to face a great calamity. If it is convenient for you, benefactor..." The old monk still smiled kindly as he looked out of the main hall.

Yingchen's clear figure was playing happily with Huzi.

"Would you please take better care of Yingchen in the future?"

(End of this chapter)