Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 115 Good and fun-loving

Jiang Mingzhe looked up and saw a vast expanse of leaves and layers of green waves. He chuckled and said, "Hehe, you're hiding your true colors. You don't seem like a good person."

Then the man laughed and said, "I am certainly not a good person, but you, a disciple of the Xingxiu Sect, are not much better. As expected of Old Monster Ding's disciple, you cripple people's martial arts with a single move."

Jiang Mingzhe said indifferently, "This has nothing to do with who my disciple is. We respectfully worship Buddha. That bald monk caused trouble for no reason. I don't know if the monks of Shaolin Temple grew up drinking seawater, but he's so nosy."

"He's really capable. There are plenty of injustices in this world, and I would admire him for clearing them up and trampling on them. But why does he have to make such a big fuss about something as trivial as whether women can enter temples?"

"Heh, women can't enter temples? Isn't Guanyin Bodhisattva a woman? And those Buddhas and Arhats, weren't they all born of mothers? You look down on women so much, but you should know that your mother is also a woman."

Mu Wanqing was delighted by Jiang Mingzhe's words.

I thought to myself, Zi Yatou always said that Da Shengjiang was kind-hearted and soft-hearted, but today he acted decisively and without mercy. It turns out that he did it to avenge me!

Hehe, it's clear that even though he doesn't admit it, he secretly considers me his wife.

For a moment, her eyes were filled with tenderness. If there were no outsiders, she would have wanted to rush to Jiang Mingzhe immediately, hug him tightly, and melt into his body to relieve her longing.

The man laughed heartily: "Wonderful, wonderful! Young hero, your perspective is different from others."

Jiang Mingzhe shook his head and said, "It's one thing to meddle, but there are plenty of self-righteous people in the world. Stupidity is annoying, but it's not illegal, so we can just swallow our anger. But he still has the audacity to frame us as some kind of henchman of the Four Evils. That's not stupidity, that's wickedness!"

He smiled faintly as he said this: "Stupidity can be forgiven, but wickedness is unforgivable. A monk should be detached from worldly desires. Why is he both stupid and wicked? Is he born that way? No, no. He's just relying on his reputation and martial arts skills! Since that's the case, I'll cripple his martial arts. He'll probably become a little smarter and kinder. Ah, by helping a believer who is lost in martial arts return to the embrace of wisdom, I've made a contribution to Buddhism."

Among the four middle-aged monks, it was Huiyin and Huizhi who reprimanded Mu Wanqing. After Xuanbei stopped them, Huiyin directly accused Jiang and Mu of being henchmen of the Four Evils. Therefore, Jiang Mingzhe directly used a heavy blow to destroy Mu Wanqing's dantian.

As for the poison on his finger, it was only a faint trace, meant to reinforce his identity as a disciple of the Star Constellation Sect. If he had been treated in time, he wouldn't have died.

After all, Shaolin Temple is a prestigious and righteous sect that holds the power to distinguish right from wrong. Jiang Mingzhe's kung fu is not yet at the level of sweeping away all heroes, so he is naturally unwilling to confront them head-on.

Therefore, regardless of his real name or the pseudonym used by the Duan family to worship Long Aotian, it is not suitable for him to appear on stage. He might as well help his senior brother Zhaixingzi make a name for himself, which Zhaixingzi himself would probably be happy to see.

As for Huizhi, his sins were not as great as Huiyin's. Jiang Mingzhe originally intended to break one of his hands as a minor punishment, but he was unlucky enough to be hit by a short arrow from Mu Wanqing. The arrow was highly poisoned and would kill instantly upon drawing blood, so he was probably already dead by now.

As for Huizhen and Huiguan, they hadn't said anything unnecessary before, and even advised their junior brother to say less. Jiang Mingzhe hadn't originally planned to deal with them, but since they had joined the attack, he simply knocked them unconscious.

As for Xuanbei's timely rescue of Huiguan, Jiang Mingzhe didn't care, since he was just an insignificant nobody anyway. After all, he had little experience in the martial world and didn't know that there were more than thirty monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple, especially the eight eminent monks including Xuanbei, each of whom was like a pillar of strength, a ruthless figure who suppressed the fortune of the sect. Those who truly supported the sect and walked the martial world were mostly monks of the Hui generation in their prime.

These people of the Hui generation are not to be underestimated wherever they go; how could they be mere foot soldiers?

The mysterious man laughed heartily when he heard Jiang Mingzhe's arrogant words, constantly claiming to be contributing to Buddhism.

“Interesting, very interesting. There are many in the martial arts world who are ruthless and highly skilled, but very few who have a legitimate master! To be honest, young hero, I know a little about your master Ding Chunqiu’s character and personality. I never expected that he could produce such a talented person as you!”

Does this person know the Star Immortal?

Jiang Mingzhe's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately put on an embarrassed expression, saying irritably, "Why do you have to mock me? I can't even withstand a punch from that old monk, what kind of talent am I?"

The man's voice turned serious: "That's not true! Judging from your appearance, young hero, you're only in your early twenties, yet your skill is so astonishing. You are truly an anomaly. You must have been fortunate enough to consume some rare and precious herbs or the inner core of a strange beast to achieve such a feat. However, your Xingxiu Sect's martial arts emphasize ruthlessness and cunning, and are known for their use of poison, which makes it difficult for you to fully utilize your internal strength..."

Jiang Mingzhe looked enlightened and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, Your Excellency is very insightful. I knew I was going to say that I felt like I couldn't use my strength."

The man said smugly, "I've lived for several decades and have some experience. I can tell at a glance that you're limited by your martial arts skills and can't fully demonstrate the strength of your inner power. As for that monk Xuanbei, among the Xuan generation of Shaolin monks, he is easily among the top three in terms of fist techniques alone, all because of his Great Vajra Pestle! His skill is grand and powerful, which is exactly the nemesis of your Xingxiu Sect's martial arts. Haha, in fact, if you were to learn this skill, it would truly be a perfect match."

Jiang Mingzhe revealed a greedy look: "You just said that this skill is not necessarily learned from Shaolin monks. Could it be that you also know it and are willing to teach me?"

The man said frankly, "That's right! Not to mention the Great Vajra Pestle, I know many other Shaolin skills. But young hero, we are strangers, so you must give me a reason to teach you these skills."

"Reason?" Jiang Mingzhe pretended to consider, then quickly laughed and said, "You are obviously following those monks, and you probably have ill intentions towards Shaolin. Now I have also become an enemy of Shaolin. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We are both enemies of Shaolin, so shouldn't we be good friends? Since we are good friends, your teaching me the Great Vajra Pestle is a matter of loyalty between friends. A good man values ​​loyalty, and I don't believe that you are a person who does not value loyalty."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend?" the mysterious man couldn't help but repeat, his tone suggesting he was pondering the meaning of the words. He then exclaimed with delight, "Young hero, your words are full of wisdom. Didn't the alliances and counter-alliances of the Warring States period originate from this? Alright, I'll make you my friend. But I'll be loyal to you, and you'll be loyal to me too?"

Jiang Mingzhe patted his chest and said confidently, "I, Zhaixingzi, have a nickname in the Tubo region: 'The Righteous and Loyal Meng Chang.' Who doesn't know me? If you are willing to pass on my Great Vajra Pestle, I will definitely be your good brother and be loyal to you!"

Judging from his tone, this person wasn't a Shaolin monk, yet he was proficient in Shaolin martial arts and even knew the Starry Sky Immortal. Jiang Mingzhe had a vague idea of ​​who this person was.

This person has been secretly learning from Shaolin for many years, making him a veritable walking Shaolin scripture repository. Yet he boasts of being cunning and scheming, and enjoys plotting and treachery. In reality, his skills are extremely mediocre; he is a typical example of someone who is both incompetent and loves to play games!
Jiang Mingzhe was secretly delighted. He never expected to meet this person. He would be doing this favor if he didn't feast on him until he was stuffed. He had come all the way to Dali from afar!
Then the man said, "Very well, what I admire most in my life is a chivalrous hero who values ​​loyalty. Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish today!"

(End of this chapter)