Da Zaojun

Chapter 68 The Seven Veins of the Beggars' Sect
Song Wuji broke his leg himself.

The current bone and muscle value of more than 2 points is all from tiger boxing. It is close to the bone density of an ordinary tiger, and ordinary people really can't break it.

Even though he doesn't seem to be very tall, he weighs about 4 pounds. This is because his muscles have been well-trained, and he has achieved the ninth level. His energy and spirit have reached more than points, all packed into one body.

Even so, Song Wuji was still in so much pain that he grimaced. He took Huang Sandian and several disabled soldiers to the Baliting Charity Cemetery.

Because Caishengmen was a branch of the Beggars' Sect, Song Wuji specially asked for a set of tattered clothes, smeared soot on his face, and walked with a cane.

Several other military households, all of whom were missing limbs and blind, were not found to avoid causing trouble if they got lost. Those who were in their forties or fifties were taken along.

In ancient times, people with disabilities were basically waiting to die, not to mention the chaotic world full of demons and monsters, so it was not easy to find a few disabled military households in the city.

"I've prepared the five-spice dog leg for you, along with a pot of liquor, some coins, and three dice. Those three beggars aren't good people. Instructor Lu said that people in the Beggars' Sect are always like this, unable to escape the temptations of wine, sex, money, and power. They love to hear nice things, and if you cater to their tastes, you'll definitely get what you want."

Although he was disabled, Song Wuji could recover by eating a meal at any time, so he was not afraid of suddenly encountering monsters in the wild.

Fortunately, no demons dared to approach.

When they arrived at the charity cemetery, several people went in together. There were still corpses lying outside the hall.

There was a sense of horror at first, but then it turned into a faint sadness.
"My father was buried here," sighed a lame soldier named Zheng. "Our family couldn't afford a burial, so it stayed here for seventeen years. It wasn't until my generation that we earned enough money to buy a piece of land and carry my father's remains back."

"Now it's my turn. If I die at the hands of a demon, my descendants won't have to pick up my bones and bury me. I'm just afraid I'll die at home."

Everyone was sad for a while.

"Song Sizao, can useless people like us really gain power?"

"You are not disabled." Song Wuji said, "You are heroes. You were injured while fighting on the battlefield when you were serving as soldiers. You didn't become disabled because you were drunk and caused trouble. You didn't become addicted to gambling or owe money and had your hands and feet chopped off. You didn't insult a girl and your family came to your house to beat you up."

"Although the Beggars' Gang's methods are unorthodox, they are righteous when used righteously. Don't think that coming here to learn skills means you are destined to be a beggar in the future."

Entering the inner room, the three elders of the Caisheng Sect were still gathered there, roasting by the fire.

Seeing Song Wuji dressed like this, he said, "Brother, this kid from the Kitchen God Sect wants to learn from him even if it means breaking his own legs!"

Song Wuji was shocked when he heard this. He didn't expect that these three beggars still remembered him.

Isn't it unrecognizable after being covered in soot? That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas.

Moreover, as the "Kitchen God", Song Wuji was very sure that the ash from the bottom of the pot was a treasure that could block the eyes of ghosts and conceal their breath.

But these three beggars are obviously not ghosts.

"Well, well," said the elder who was teaching the skills, "you kid from the Kitchen God Sect, we Beggars worship the God of Poverty. If you join this sect, you will have no chance of wealth. You will be short of money, wearing rags and tattered clothes, eating leftovers, using broken bowls, breaking straw sticks to use as chopsticks, and picking up tiles to use as plates. If you want to beg with us, you must give up your cooking skills and learn from us."

After hearing this, Song Wuji simply said, "If you are willing to accept the offerings, I am also willing to provide you with good food. I, the Kitchen God, have no other wish but that all people in the world can have enough to eat and eat good food."

"Oh my!" the Dharma-Chuan Elder said, "You boy, do you know what we, the Caisheng Sect, do? We're begging, picking up fluff, begging, running a brothel, making money through illegal means, cutting and mutilating living things, and doing things that are against the will of heaven and earth. How can we possibly enjoy the salary of an official?"

Song Wuji sighed, thinking that his leg was broken, so he ate two buns, twisted his broken leg to restore it to its original position, and waited for his health to fully recover, so that his injury would be completely healed.

Then he said to the disabled soldiers, "You've heard it too. To learn the art of Caishengmen, there are many conditions. Not only do you have to be born with a disability, but you also have to have five disadvantages and three defects. You will also have to eat cold rice and wear tattered clothes for the rest of your life."

"As long as I can gain power, these are nothing." Zheng Junhu said, "As long as I can kill the demons."

"Three seniors, I wonder if they can become my disciples and learn from me?"

The elder who passed on the skills nodded and said, "Yes, all they need to do is steal a dog and cook a meal of dog meat. Then I will accept them into the Caisheng Sect. In troubled times, there are many beggars. My Caisheng Sect needs to strengthen its teachings and recruit more disciples so that we can participate in the next Beggars' Sect Seven Clans Competition."

"Seven Meridians of the Beggars' Sect?"

"Boy, when the Beggars' Sect was at its peak, we had millions of disciples. Seven sects were considered few. They are the Life-Gathering Sect, the Musical Arts Sect, the Divination Sect, the Theft Sect, the Medicine Sect, the Strength Sect, and the Flesh Sect."

"My Caisheng Sect is self-evident. The Quyi Sect is a street performer, playing clappers, playing the rats and the lotus flowers, playing the erhu, beating the small drum, crying at funerals, ventriloquism, and acrobatics. We do this to please people."

"The divination sect is blindly calculating, reading horoscopes, arranging ghost marriages, cutting off the fate of the dead, ruining feng shui, displeasing the family, fearing disasters, and frightening people."

"Thieves are people who steal from houses and rob houses, climb over walls and pick locks, steal purses, imitate antiques, forge deeds, and all of these are manual labor."

"The meat sect does this by cutting flesh with knives, rolling nails on a bed, swallowing charcoal fire, burning scars, beating legs, breaking backs, self-mutilation, trying to gain sympathy, deceiving kindness, and, ultimately, talking about suffering and acting out tragedies."

"The medicine sect is engaged in refining ointments and boiling soups, poisoning and inoculating people, and using antidotes to save lives. Aphrodisiacs, weight loss pills, gold wound medicine, rat poison, beauty pills, and strength pills are all fake."

"Limen, what they do is, they are ruffians, they are street thugs, they assassinate people in the street, they carry smuggled salt and opium, they destroy people's families, they do dirty work, they see blood but no knife."

After hearing this, Song Wuji thought to himself, "Except for the Quyi Sect, none of them seem to be good. How come they are completely different from the Gold Beggars' Sect? And this Quyi Sect may not be good either."

Just like in some shops, every New Year, there will always be someone holding a picture of the God of Wealth and saying something like "Congratulations on getting rich", most people will buy it. If you don't buy it, they will curse and swear at the other person, shit in front of the door, throw dirty water, and throw garbage.

"Win the Beggars' Sect Seven Clans Competition, select a leader, unify the Beggars' Sect, and restore our strength as the world's largest sect. By then, we'll have a million disciples, hehe!"

"When you join my Caisheng Sect, you must remember to participate in the Beggar Gang's Seven Meridians Competition on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year next year, when we send away the poor ghosts."

Several disabled soldiers took out the five-spice dog legs and joined the Beggars' Sect, offering money, and unexpectedly entered the Caisheng Sect so easily. However, they did not enter the rank. To enter the rank, they had to complete the rituals of the Caisheng Sect and collect life and create animals.

(End of this chapter)