Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 83 Patience

Xie Buruo glanced at the Vajra statue at the entrance.

Abbot Benyin felt a chill run down his spine and stepped forward to block his path.

"They're all just clay idols, what's so interesting about them? Layman, let's go take a look at that Overlord Spear again, it should be a good fit."

Xie Bu Ruo pushed his hand away and stared straight at the spiked club in Jin Gang's hand.

"I think this one is quite nice!"

Ben was both shocked and angry.

That spiked club was the number one weapon of Tianlong Temple.

It originally belonged to a wandering ascetic.

After the monk passed away, Tenryu-ji Temple took possession of this precious treasure.

The reason it was placed in the hands of the Vajra statue was to use the principle of "the darkest place is under the lamp" to prevent outsiders from coveting it.

Unexpectedly, it was still Xie Buruo, that little thief, who took a liking to it.

Xie Bu Ruo darted forward, about to leap onto the stone platform to retrieve his weapon.

Ben was alarmed upon seeing this and reached out to grab his shoulder.

Hearing the wind, Xie Buruo spun to the side and used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to dodge.

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That step was absolutely divine.

Even the Zen Master Kurong couldn't subdue him.

Even with such high martial arts skills, how could he possibly catch him?

Xie Buruo moved like a willow catkin in the wind, dodging two grappling attacks with a swift movement, and was already beside the Vajra statue, holding the spiked club in his palm.

After receiving it, I found the stick to be quite heavy, weighing several tens of kilograms more than the previous large iron cone.

He swung the stick, which made a buzzing sound, and it was indeed just right for him.

Benyin stamped his foot and advised, "This thing is just a piece of stubborn iron, not some divine weapon. Don't be fooled, sir. Besides, you are an expert swordsman, and you're not wielding this mace very skillfully. Come, come, let me show you some other weapons."

Xie Bu Ruo waved his hand and said, "This one is fine, this one is fine."

Seeing that the staff had no spikes and was made entirely of maces, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Buddhist weapons are indeed compassionate, without sharp edges or points, perfect for a kind-hearted person like me!"

Ben silently spat in his mind.

A stick that heavy, if it hits you, it'd blow your brains out.

Where is the compassion to speak of!

Xie Buruo had no idea what he was thinking. He flipped off the stage and used his pestle technique to test the stick.

Nineteen moves of the Great Vajra Pestle were unleashed, the staff's shadow rising and falling, creating a whistling wind and a buzzing sound.

This spiked club is of good weight and can be used to fully demonstrate the powerful and fierce nature of the pestle technique.

After Xie finished using it, he exclaimed that it was wonderful.

I felt that this thing was much more useful than a sword or an iron rod.

If I had had that spiked club back then, I wouldn't have needed to hit Ha Daba so many times.

Two batters will finish him off.

He then remembered the swordsmanship of the Free and Unfettered School and immediately used a staff instead of a sword.

After practicing the Great Vajra Pestle, his strength increased greatly.

At this moment, wielding the mace with the Free and Unfettered School's swordsmanship, while lacking the lightness and elegance of a longsword, still allowed for free and unrestrained movement, and its power was even greater.

Far superior to a longsword.

Although he resented him for stealing the temple's treasures, he couldn't help but secretly admire him when he saw him wielding a sword with a staff.

"What immense strength! His swordsmanship is agile and intricate, like a hundred flowers in full bloom. It's truly rare to see him perform it with such a heavy spiked club."

Xie Bu Ruo finished his sword dance and put away his staff, having made up his mind.

I'm determined to have this weapon!

The abbot was unwilling in every way possible.

Unfortunately, since Zen Master Kurong had already made a promise, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and hand over the spiked club.

Xie Buruo, having received the baton, left the armory excitedly.

He hadn't gone far when he saw Duan Zhengchun, who had come looking for him.

Duan Zhengchun did not mention the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

He only told Zhong Wanchou to capture the Manggu Zhuha to avoid the crime of having his entire family executed.

Xie Buruo, unafraid of the Manggu Toad's deadly poison, could accompany them on the journey.

Xie Buruo chuckled inwardly upon hearing this.

"Zhong Wanchou's family of three—your wife and your daughter—were raided and their entire family wiped out. We don't even know whose house they raided or whose family they exterminated. If Zhong Wanchou knew the truth, he'd probably be eager to be tortured."

Duan Zhengchun added, "How about this? Tianlong Temple will soon face trouble, and we might need your help then. The Manggu Zhuha can be of great help to your cultivation."

The monstrous toad, Xie Buruo, was determined to obtain it.

He immediately agreed and hurriedly left Tianlong Temple, heading straight for Wanjie Valley.

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities.

Roars erupted from inside the stone house.

"You want me to catch those giant toads for the Duan family of Dali? Dream on!"

"I, Zhong Wanchou, have wasted so much time on that toad; there's absolutely no reason for me to just hand it over!"

"The assassination attempt on the Emperor of Baoding had absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"If I were to assassinate someone, it would be Duan Zhengchun!"

"I'm innocent!"

Zhong Wanchou gripped the iron bars, tearfully making his accusations, the shackles on his hands rattling loudly.

Not far away, in the stone house next door.

The same goes for Zhong Ling.

She leaned her head close to the iron bars of the window and shouted to the jailer in charge.

"I'm innocent! I'm Prince Duan's sworn sister. I even helped him when he was arrested!"

The lightning ferret, which was kept with her, was also fitted with a small pair of shackles.

The rats clung to the iron bars, squeaking and crying out for justice.

For a time, the father and daughter, along with their pet, cried out their grievances, which echoed endlessly.

Unfortunately, their appeals failed to garner any sympathy from others.

Instead, this provoked a group of martial arts heroes from the neighboring area to shout and curse.

"Zhong Wanchou, you've really got me into trouble this time!"

"You colluded with the Four Evils to assassinate the King, fine, but why drag us into it!"

Just then, footsteps could be heard outside.

Zhong Ling peered through the iron bars of the window and saw a man carrying a spiked club slowly approaching in the firelight.

The man and the mouse perked up immediately upon seeing this person.

"Big brother! I knew you would come to save me!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Xie Buruo nodded to them, took out Duan Zhengchun's token, and signaled the jailer to release the man immediately.

With two clangs, the shackles fell to the ground.

The man and the mouse stretched their arms and legs and quickly stepped forward.

Zhong Ling hurriedly said, "Brother, my father was also wronged! He could never have participated in the assassination of the Emperor."

The lightning ferret chimed in, "Squeak squeak squeak!"

The jailers were very displeased when they heard the words "the emperor," and glared at them.

With someone backing them up, Zhong Ling and the others weren't afraid of the jailers. They hid behind Xie Buruo and made a face together.

Upon seeing outsiders arrive, Zhong Wanchou's arrogance suddenly flared up.

He stopped crying out for justice, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at Xie Buruo.

"You're here to act as a mediator, aren't you?"

Xie Bu Ruo nodded slightly.

Zhong Wanchou declared proudly, "Catching the Manggu Toad is my lifelong dream. But I will not work for the Duan family!"

"I, Zhong, have had everything taken from me by Duan Zhengchun. Now he even wants to take my Zhuha. Tell me, what kind of logic is this!"

Others may not understand his plight, but Xie Buruo knows it perfectly well.

He nodded emphatically: "That's right, there's absolutely no such logic!"

Zhong Wanchou was slightly taken aback, then smiled contemptuously.

"You and the Duan family, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, are trying to trick me with this scheme? I, Zhong, am well-versed in military strategy; how could I possibly fall for it!"

Zhong Ling was about to speak up to offer advice when Zhong Wanchou waved his hand to interrupt her.

"My mind is made up! I will never work for the Duan family! So what if they execute my entire family? What is there to fear!"

"No, Father! I don't want to be beheaded!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Clearly, the family has not yet reached a consensus.

While they were arguing, Xie Buruo suddenly burst into laughter.

Zhong Wanchou was furious upon seeing this and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

Xie Buruo laughed and said, "I'm not laughing at anything else, but at your lack of foresight, Zhong Wanchou, for your mere bravado!"

Zhong Wanchou angrily retorted, "What can I do now that things have come to this!"

"Patience," Xie Buruo uttered calmly.

These two words struck Zhong Wanchou like a sledgehammer.

He suddenly felt dizzy, and then two streams of tears flowed down his face. He said weakly, "Endure? I've endured for over ten years!"

Xie Buruo nodded sympathetically and offered words of comfort: "To be patient means to be able to see things clearly and endure them!"

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