The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 114 Strokes with Pockmarks (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Midday on the moon.

More than a dozen large iron pots have already been simmering for the third batch of meat and vegetable porridge, but the line of homeless people queuing outside the market still seems endless...

After entering the market, most of the migrants would first receive a large bowl of steaming hot porridge from the dozen or so large iron pots. Then, carrying the porridge, they would walk towards Wang Wen, grab a handful of broken silver coins from the earthenware jars on both sides that were about half a person's height, and put them in their pockets. Finally, they would walk around Wang Wen, who was sitting in front of the mountain of supplies, and take a bag of rice or flour or a small piece of coarse cloth from the supplies. Finally, they would walk out of the market from behind the supplies.

Some people only took a bowl of thick porridge, then followed the crowd to Wang Wen, bowed to him, and strode away with the porridge.

On the contrary, those greedy people who thought others couldn't see them and would rush to grab a handful of silver coins every time they passed a pottery jar were a very small minority. A few vagrants who couldn't control their greed and secretly grabbed an extra handful of silver coins were immediately dragged out of the crowd by the other vagrants and surrounded in the middle to be punched and kicked.

The beating continued without a sound, as did the beating. Even Lumin, who was passing by, didn't stop to take a second look. All that could be heard was the sound of fists landing on flesh...

That scene did indeed make Wang Wen feel much better.

His divine sense covered a radius of two miles around Caishikou. Everyone within this area was under his watchful eye, including those greedy people who secretly took extra silver without being discovered by other vagrants.

He certainly didn't care about the money.

If he cared, he wouldn't have done so much.

He just felt annoyed that his good intentions had been wasted...

Fortunately, most people did not disappoint his kindness.

He felt that was enough!

Countless refugees stopped in their tracks as they passed by him, wanting to kowtow to him.

But everyone who wanted to kowtow found themselves unable to kneel, because an invisible, gentle force was supporting their knees, preventing them from kneeling.

They had no choice but to raise their heads, trying to remember the imposing figure wearing the Zhong Kui mask in front of them, then bowed deeply and silently walked around him from both sides.

Time slipped away, bit by bit, in this silent yet turbulent atmosphere...

As the crowds at the market gradually thinned out and Wang Wen's supplies dwindled, a disheveled, hunchbacked old woman with white hair and tattered clothes, leaning on a bamboo cane, limped and brought a steaming bowl of meat porridge to Wang Wen. She sobbed softly, her voice hoarse, "My benefactor, please have a sip..."

Wang Wen looked at the old woman expressionlessly, then at the bowl of meat porridge in her hand, and said softly, "I thought you would at least wait until I left the city before you made your move."

The old woman's low sobs abruptly ceased. She looked up at Wang Wen and said helplessly, "Even the brave warrior never said you would leave the city tonight!"

Wang Wen suddenly realized: "This was my oversight. I forgot to tell you that I would leave as soon as I finished my business."

The old woman nodded: "In that case... I will take my leave now, and we can have another match after the brave warrior leaves the city?"

Wang Wen also smiled and nodded: "If you drink the porridge in your hand, I will let you leave, how about it?"

The old woman glanced at the meat porridge in her hand and said helplessly, "Then you might as well just kill me!"

"Okay!"

Wang Wen smiled and nodded slowly.

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned her head and threw the meat porridge in her hand at Wang Wen. At the same time, she jumped back and shouted in a middle-aged woman's voice, "Why aren't you doing it yet!"

Wang Wen casually swept his divine sense across the area, using his magic to condense the spilled meat porridge into a ball that floated in front of him.

With great interest, he reached out and gently touched it, and a spark of electricity ignited within the meat porridge ball, scorching out wisps of black smoke...

This bowl of meat porridge was indeed obtained from those large iron pots.

However, under Wang Wen's divine sense, countless tiny insects, invisible to the naked eye, floated in the bowl of meat porridge, and those insects also emitted a resentful and venomous aura that he found somewhat familiar.

As wisps of black mist rose, the Mountain God's Token that popped up automatically confirmed his idea... Merit +26.

This number already exceeds that of some vengeful spirits who have taken lives on their hands.

But it was provided by tiny insects that were difficult to see with the naked eye.

So where do these little insects come from...?

"People like you are just wasting air by being alive!"

Wang Wen looked up at the "old woman" directly in front of him, and at the dozen or so men in black who jumped down from the eaves on both sides, and muttered to himself in disgust.

The next second, a cold glint flashed by, and the heads of the "old woman" still in mid-air, as well as the dozen or so men in black, all exploded.

White tofu dregs mixed with blood and flesh splattered into the dozen or so large pots, staining the meat porridge inside...

Wang Wen glanced at it twice, and his mood, which had just improved a little, suddenly turned extremely bad again!

"Ding!"

A clear, resonant sound of metal clashing rang out, and the Yang Needle flew back, hovering in front of Wang Wen like a defiant child, shimmering with a faint golden light.

This is the first time it has been hit head-on since its upgrade.

"You little rascal, have you ever been to Huangshan?"

A deep, resonant voice rang out at the opportune moment, and a burly figure, dressed in a black outfit with gold trim, descended majestically from the sky, carrying a halberd upside down.

When Wang Wenyi saw the flamboyant halberd, he guessed the identity of the newcomer. Upon closer inspection of the man's appearance, he realized that it was none other than Fang La.
It was only then that he suddenly remembered that this guy's lair was in Hangzhou.

"It's true that enemies are on the same road!"

He slowly opened his palm and grasped the twelve-foot-long spear standing beside him: "Stop guessing. That showy white-clad swordsman and the pretentious gold-clad saber-wielder under your command died at my hands!"

After the Battle of Huangshan, Xu Ergou mentioned the identities of those two men to him, but he forgot their names as soon as he turned his head.

After all, the person is dead and their soul has been scattered, so what is there for them to remember?

Fang La flew into a rage, brandishing his halberd and charging towards Wang Wen: "It really is you, you've got what's coming to you..."

He heard about this before nightfall and felt that the man's method of killing was somewhat familiar. If he hadn't been waiting for the former Hangzhou prefect, Yang Shiting, to come to him for help, he would have come to investigate himself long ago. "Wait!"

Wang Wen raised one hand, stopping Fang La's charge.

Fang La slowed his pace and looked him up and down with suspicion: "You little bastard, isn't it a bit too late to beg for mercy now?"

"What are you dreaming about?"

Wang Wen sneered, "I was just telling you to wait a bit, to finish what I'm doing before we start fighting... The porridge is already dirty, it's undrinkable. Those who haven't had their porridge yet, hurry up and divide up the money and grain, and get out of here. Don't delay my duel with Master Fang!"

"You fucking..."

Fang La was so enraged by his dismissive attitude that he was about to pounce on him with a twist of his halberd.

Seeing this, Wang Wen once again used his magic to interrupt his "raging fury" skill: "I know you don't care about the lives of ordinary people, but you can't be indifferent to the lives of your wife, children, and elderly parents, can you? After I finish what I'm doing, no matter who wins or loses, who lives or dies today, I will treat it as a gentleman's fight between you and me, and I will never harm your wife, children, and elderly parents. But if you insist on starting a fight immediately, if I survive today, I will make sure your entire clan is wiped out... I've finished speaking, do as you please!"

Fang La halted his charge once more, his face alternating between flushed and pale.

Although they hadn't fought yet, he could already tell from Wang Wen's past achievements and his calm demeanor that Wang Wen was definitely a formidable opponent, almost on par with him.

The most distinctive feature of experts at their level is that they are difficult to kill!

For experts of their caliber, it's easy to determine a winner in a few moves or a few hundred rounds. But if they want to kill someone, they don't even need an overwhelming advantage like three against one or two against one!

Just like back in Huangshan, even when the three leaders of the three talisman sects joined forces, they could only temporarily suppress him and could not take his life.

This is why he devised a plan to have his Miao witch doctor disguise herself as a refugee and use a spell on Wang Wen...

If a powerful figure of this caliber were to set aside his pride and become an assassin, not only would his wife, children, and elderly parents be filled with unease, but he himself would also feel like he had a thorn in his side and would be unable to eat or sleep in peace!
"Do these young people nowadays not even abide by the most basic rules of the martial arts world?"

He tapped his halberd on the ground, yet still stubbornly insisted, "Aren't you afraid that if you act this way, others will treat you the same way in the future? Is it worth it?"

"Thank you for taking care of Master Fang..."

Wang Wen replied indifferently, "I am all alone and lonely. If anyone can help me find the whereabouts of my three clans, I will thank them properly."

Fang La: 'Do people say so?'

Now, he completely gave up the idea of ​​taking action at the moment, and even secretly resolved that when he made his move later, he would never kill unless he had an overwhelming advantage!
Such invincible individuals, coupled with their unparalleled martial prowess, make them arguably the most unbeatable beings in the world!
If someone like that killed two of the Ming Cult's protectors, let alone two princes, the emperor would probably be furious and have to swallow his anger!
Wang Wen glanced at him, then turned his gaze to the bewildered refugees standing in front of him: "What are you all standing there for? Are you waiting for me to personally deliver the money and grain to your hands? Hurry up and take the money and grain, and get out of here!"

He paused, then turned his gaze to the equally bewildered coachmen, sedan chair bearers, and guards, and laughed, "I've had enough of you lackeys tonight, so I'll be lenient and let you go like a fart... Get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, the group of grooms, sedan chair carriers, and guards looked at each other, and finally bowed to Wang Wen before turning around and quickly leaving Caishikou.

They followed Wang Wen for half the night, witnessing his every move, and genuinely felt that Wang Wen was a kind person with a cold exterior but a warm heart.

Only a very few people vaguely guessed that the reason Wang Wen said such harsh words was so that they could explain themselves to their employers and avoid losing their jobs...

The scene inside the market was fast-forwarded; all the refugees staggered as they took their money and provisions, bowed to Wang Wen, and left.

Many people, after realizing that they couldn't kneel down in front of Wang Wen, stubbornly turned around and backed away to a place where they could kneel, and then kowtowed three times to Wang Wen before leaving.

Seeing this, Wang Wen could only remain silent.

Amidst the chaotic crowd, a young man with a large blue birthmark on his left cheek suddenly knelt on the ground, staring directly at Fang La not far away, and shouted through gritted teeth, "Please, my benefactor, bestow upon me your honorable name. If I am unable to repay your great kindness in this life, I am willing to serve you like a cow or a horse in my next life to repay your life-saving grace!"

Upon hearing this, the other busy migrants in the market all knelt down in unison, as if waking from a dream...

However, Wang Wen had just claimed to be all alone and lonely, and given his current situation, they worried that if he didn't make it through the night, he wouldn't even have anyone to burn paper money for him in the future.

Fang La noticed the hateful looks in these people's eyes, but he just sneered and then turned his attention to Wang Wen with interest.

He also wanted to know who Wang Wen was.

Looking at the scene before him, Wang Wen subconsciously touched the Zhong Kui mask on his face, thinking, 'I was too hasty; I should have put a Nine of Bamboo on my face...'

After a moment's thought, he opened his mouth and declared loudly and clearly, "I never change my name or surname. I am Zhang Muzhi, a bandit from the Southwest, also known as Pockmarked Grass!"

When he spoke, he naturally switched to a native Sichuan and Chongqing accent.

"Zhang Mazi?"

Fang La pondered for a moment, but couldn't recall ever hearing of such a person. However, the little rascal's fluent Southwestern Mandarin was unmistakable: "So you're a dragon crossing the river from the Southwest!"

he sneered.

The kneeling refugees glared at him with hatred once more, then kowtowed several times before getting up and quickly leaving the execution ground.

Before long, the crowds gathered inside the market disappeared.

Wang Wen, gripping his twelve-foot-long spear, let out a long sigh: "Finally, they're all gone... Was that bald thief on the roof trying to ambush me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly figure dressed in black, with even his head wrapped in a black cloth, fell from the sky like a heavy object, crashing heavily to the ground. He said righteously, "Brave warrior, you misunderstand. I am a naturally bald man, not a monk."

Fang La: ...

Wang Wen couldn't help but sneer, pointing at the bald monk who was clearly trying to hide something, and said to Fang La, "Look at you, what a smart person is. Unlike you, who carries around a fire poker all the time, as if afraid that others won't know that you are the Great Master Fang. If you don't get into trouble, who will?"

'Pfft. '

Fang La felt as if he had been stabbed again without his knowledge, and said speechlessly, "I had long heard of the shamelessness of the Buddhist sect, but I never imagined they could be this shameless!"

"I don't understand what nonsense you're spouting..."

The man in black muttered something, brandished a wrought iron rod, and leaped up, shouting angrily, "Traitor, give me back my second young master's life!"

Fang La: ...

(End of this chapter)