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Chapter 191 Dispute
—Is there an ambush?

Zhou You's muscles tensed up—but the moment he saw that thing, his body suddenly relaxed.

An egg flew in.

It's someone I know well.

There are many kinds of hidden weapons in the world: darts, silver needles, knives, and bullets. But as far as Zhou You knows, there is no such thing as using a hard-boiled egg as a hidden weapon.

However, just to be on the safe side, he turned his head and easily avoided the thing.

As a result, he stepped aside, but Ben Shan, who was still diligently pulling the door open behind him, suffered the consequences. The egg hit him squarely on the head, and in the blink of an eye, brown, yellow, and white eggs exploded all over his face.

Moreover, the force of the egg seemed quite strong. Ben Shan was hit so hard that he spun around in a daze before finally regaining his senses. He then wiped the filth off his face and angrily shouted.

"What the hell happened?! Who the hell did this?!"

However, his response was another dart flying towards him.

...This time it was a hidden weapon, but it still didn't feel like it was aimed at our group.

Even so, the sharpness of this thing is undeniable. Seeing that the money dart was about to pierce Ben Shan's head, Zhou You sighed softly and then casually waved his hand.

It didn't take much force, but the money dart veered off course, narrowly missing Ben Shan's face by a hair's breadth.

Zhou You didn't care about Ben Shan's life, but the problem was, if this guy died now, who would guide him afterward?

It wasn't until four or five breaths later that Na Benshan realized he had almost died. His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Master, it seems that bastard Zhengde has already attacked... attacked this far. Should we... should we retreat quickly?"

Zhou You simply patted Ben Shan's head casually, then looked towards the courtyard.

At this very moment, seventeen or eighteen people are divided into three groups, and tensions are high in the air in the courtyard.

It seemed these people had just finished fighting and were currently in a brief truce. After a while, a fair-skinned scholar stepped forward from the left. He unfolded his fan and spoke coldly.

"Zhang Yuan, you don't want to work here anymore, do you? You started causing trouble first thing this morning and even injured two of my men. If you don't give me a reason today, I'm not done with you!"

—This person has a very quiet appearance, but for some reason, the words that come out of his mouth are hoarse as if they are rusted.

Upon hearing this, the bearded man on the right rolled his eyes.

"Ma Changgeng, Second Master Ma! I started this? You fucking don't even know who started it! If you hadn't been making sarcastic remarks, would I have been forced to retaliate?!"

The other party immediately cursed.

"Zhang Yuan, don't talk nonsense with your eyes open—"

However, before he could finish speaking, another man in the middle, who was fair-skinned and plump, and looked like a merchant, came out and kindly advised him.

"Listen to my advice, everyone, calm down. It's fate that we've gathered here; there's no need to fight each other."

No sooner had he finished speaking than both groups on either side shouted at him simultaneously.

"Shut up!"

It was clear that these people were skilled in martial arts; the sheer force of their roars alone was enough to blow the merchant's hair in clumps.

Seeing that things were not going well, the merchant hurriedly slunk away.

At that moment, a dwarf-like old man stood up next to the pale-faced scholar and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey Zhang, if you don't want to do this, just leave. Why keep complaining all day long? It's making it hard for the brothers to even enjoy their lunch."

The bearded man known as Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and then roared.

"We've fought our way here, who doesn't want the temple's promise of 'wish fulfillment'? How could I possibly leave—and don't try to put me down with those words, Su Gu Gui—I don't believe you don't harbor any resentment!"

Everyone fell silent, except for Zhang Yuan's voice, which echoed in the distance.

"How many days have these guys at Bodhi Temple left us hanging here? Yes, they feed us with wine and meat every day, but they don't tell us anything, they won't let us go out, not even to visit a brothel in the city. They're treating us like prisoners. Are you really going to just swallow this?"

Russian qing.

The pale-faced scholar suddenly waved his fan and spoke again.

"Who doesn't have grievances? But everyone knows to keep them to themselves, except for you, who complains all day long, making a racket that disturbs everyone's peace."

The voice was extremely sarcastic and eerie, instantly causing several veins to bulge on the bearded man's forehead.

"Everyone? From beginning to end, it was only you, the idiot who could never pass the imperial examinations, who was running around like that, right?"

These words seemed to touch a raw nerve, causing the scholar's face to turn cold.

"Zhang Yuan, you need to understand that there are some things that can be said and some things that cannot be said. I'm too lazy to argue with you. Let's settle things with our skills."

After saying that, the scholar threw down his fan, and several more hidden weapons of various kinds appeared between his fingers. The bearded man also snorted coldly, and a surge of black energy appeared. His whole body was covered with sharp quills like those of a porcupine.

"Wait, everyone, don't do it! Please don't do it—"

The merchant tried to mediate, but his voice was ignored by everyone.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight again, Benshan finally remembered his duty—and seeing that Zhengde really didn't attack—so he jumped out and roared.

"Stop it all!"

This shout was far less powerful than the roars of those people earlier, which were imbued with magical energy, but it did manage to stop the impending conflict.

Everyone turned to look at them.

They had noticed the commotion outside the door before, but no one paid any attention. After all, Bodhi Temple provided them with food and drinks every day, and they just assumed it was a delivery boy. Who would have thought that a bald man would suddenly jump out?
A few of these people recognized Ben Shan, but in their anger, none of them spoke.

Staring at so many fiery eyes, Ben Shan felt a little weak in the knees. His eyes darted around a few times, then he coughed, stepped aside, and revealed Zhou You behind him.

"Master Songyang of the Luoan School of Esoteric Buddhism is here, leading you all to eliminate the traitor Zhengde of Buddhism by divine decree. Now that the spirit has appeared, what kind of behavior is this, with all of you making such a racket!"

All eyes then turned to Zhou You.

He looked to be in his early twenties at most, with a youthful face and nothing particularly special about him. There was always a faint smile on his lips, which seemed to be a kind smile, but also seemed to be a mocking smile.
But all in all, he was just an ordinary young man.

Everyone fell silent.

In the end, it was the bearded man who raised the questions on behalf of everyone.

"A master of Tantric Buddhism? This kid?"

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