I am Jinshan Youxia

"Wait, what's this about the Eight Immortals and Tian Rizhi?" Zhang Chengyi was a little confused.

Bao Qianling quickly began to explain.

The so-called "Eight Immortals" in face reading are the characters for "moon," "field," "string," and "sun." The characters are said to reflect the person. "Moon" represents a long face, "field" a square face, "string" a broad back and large head, and "sun" a well-proportioned figure. Combining these two characters can perfectly describe a person.

Qiao Feng was slightly different; he had a square face, which was slightly longer than a square face but more upright, giving him an impression of integrity and courage.

“Not bad, sounds like a hero.” Zhang Chengyi nodded. Even though he heard it from someone else, he felt satisfied with the description and imagination in the novel.

"As the saying goes, 'to recognize and value heroes,' when we meet, we will surely be overjoyed."

"Then you'll be meeting Qiao Feng soon. Aren't you excited...?"

Bao Qianling thought to herself, "Binding the Beggar Clan elder has already made me famous throughout the martial arts world. I sent a letter a few days ago to invite Qiao Feng over."

But can Qiao Feng defeat the man before him?

"Come up."

Zhang Chengyi held the rope in his hand as if the two people hanging below were not two living people, but two wads of cotton. He casually pulled them up and put them aside as if lifting a heavy weight.

"Elder Xu, do you need me to escort you down?"

"How could I trouble you, Uncle Zhang?" Xu Chongxiao, who had been pretending to be dead, immediately opened his eyes. He dared not gamble on whether he would be thrown down. He had just been in a 'coma', but he landed lightly with a quick step and consciously entered the house.

Zhang Chengyi kicked the six unconscious people through the hole in the roof as if sweeping up trash, then looked at the bewildered Bao Qianling and said, "You opened the roof, you fix it."

"Yes."

Bao Qianling felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders.

After saying that, Zhang Chengyi turned and left. He didn't intend to kill or anything like that the guys who came to rescue him. He just thought they might catch a cold if they stayed outside all night. When he swept them down, he even used his true energy to send the six of them on their way. It would be fine if they fell down.

The main point is that he doesn't have some kind of cheat code that allows him to gain experience through killing; he's essentially a modern person who cares about other people's feelings.

Just like when the singer sought revenge on Yao Bodang, he could have easily killed Yao Bodang, but in the end he chose to respect the singer's efforts and gave her a small amount of help, allowing her to take revenge herself.

Despite his fighting, brawling, murder, and kidnapping, he is a genuinely good person.

After watching Zhang Chengyi leave, Bao Qianling stood silently for a while, for some reason, before starting to work.

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the next morning.

Zhang Chengyi was having breakfast when Su Xinghe pushed open the door and entered, recounting what had happened to the monk Huiming.

The story is quite cliché.

After all, Monk Huiming had lost all his martial arts skills when he came down the mountain. He looked big and burly, but his actual fighting strength was not top-notch among ordinary people. He was doing a good job running the temple and had recently become famous. Since he had no powerful backing, he naturally attracted attention.

The officials at the county government office offered to submit the imperial edicts as a condition for cooperating with him and dividing up the ordination certificates.

Since this unlicensed temple has not yet been officially recognized, the county government threatened him that if he did not cooperate, they would expel the monk who had broken the precepts and demolish the temple.

If it were just Huiming alone, he would have simply left. However, in recent years, his business has been doing well, and he has adopted several orphans. This has created a weakness, which has been exploited and used against him.

The scholar who came to harass us yesterday was sent by the county clerk.

In reality, a mere county magistrate is a nobody. In the eyes of a江湖客 (jianghu kè kè, a martial arts world) whose lives are tied to their belts, it's a trivial matter. But since he has no martial arts skills, Monk Huiming can only talk about it. In the end, he either has to compromise or leave with the adopted novice monk.

"Uncle Zhang, leave it to me."

Bao Qianling, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke up.

He didn't know why he didn't leave after repairing the roof last night, but instead came over early this morning to beg Zhang Chengyi to release his six companions.

He's a bit of a coward, but he's definitely loyal.

Zhang Chengyi appreciated this about him, so he invited him to have breakfast together. When Su Xinghe returned to deliver intelligence, he didn't try to hide it from him.

After Bao Qianling volunteered, he stood up and said, "This is such a trivial matter, there's no need for Uncle Zhang to take action. But if I handle it well, could Uncle Zhang release my friends?"

Zhang Chengyi's answer surprised him: "They can leave at any time. I have no interest in arresting a few strangers."

Bao Qianling paused for a moment, then said, "It's alright."

“If you take action, that’s your own business. I have nothing to pass on to you,” Zhang Chengyi reminded him.

Bao Qianling chuckled, "Does Grandpa Zhang's chivalrous spirit give him the right to look down on all the heroes of the world?"

"The man surnamed Bao may not be a hero, but he's not a coward either."

"Uncle Zhang, just you wait and see."

With that, he lightly pushed off the ground, opened the door, and leaped out. He stepped on the courtyard wall, and his body rose up four or five meters high, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 22 The Heroes Are Coming

"He's quite a remarkable person."

Zhang Chengyi laughed heartily. Qiao Feng's personality—preferring to drink strong liquor and eat dog meat with his disciples who were only a few in number—no wonder he could say he had some connection with Bao Qianling.

He was afraid of death, yet he was willing to risk his life to save others. He hesitated before answering questions, but when it came to talking about Qiao Feng, he was still outspoken and unwilling to say a bad word about him.

He clearly had a chance to leave, but he came back in the end to try to take his companion with him. When he heard that there were good people who needed help, he took it upon himself without hesitation.

Whether it's integrity, dignity, or chivalry, they are all in a Schrödinger's cat state.

Bao Qianling, you're quite something, you have no capital.

Su Xinghe, who was usually taciturn and reserved, smiled slightly.

Wandering the world, if it weren't for the pursuit of wine, women, power, and wealth, encountering such interesting people would be a delightful experience.

"Sit down, let's eat together." Zhang Chengyi pushed the spare bowls and chopsticks next to him. He had a large appetite, so each meal was enough for four or five people. He also had plenty of snacks on weekdays, so it didn't matter whether he ate a little less or a lot at his main meals.

After Su Xinghe sat down, he continued, "Master Zhang has kidnapped Xu Chongxiao. The situation in the martial arts world has been turbulent these past few days. More than a hundred members of the Shan family of Mount Tai will be arriving soon."

"Qingliang Temple, Kaifeng Daxiangguo Temple, and Lushan Donglin Temple are all on the way."

“Juxianzhuang, the Beggars’ Gang, and Shaolin Temple have all made moves.”

"I heard that Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, has already set off from Jiangnan yesterday and will arrive in no more than ten days."

As Zhang Chengyi listened, his emotions grew even stronger. He chewed on the salty-sweet pork in his mouth, unable to suppress a smile.

Let them make a scene, the bigger the better. He couldn't wait to make a big scene right now, become famous in the martial arts world, and capture all the outstanding masters in one fell swoop, bringing them all back to Leigu Mountain.

Once all the loose ends are settled in one go, I'll head straight to Jiangnan and Shaolin Temple.

What about Qiao Feng of the North, Murong Fu of the South, Xu Zhu, Duan Yu, the Shenshan Master who single-handedly improved the martial arts level of Qingliang Temple, the various masters of Shaolin Temple, the Sweeping Monk, Kumārajīva from Tibet, the Kuru Zen Master of Tianlong Temple in Dali... and Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo shouldn't even think about escaping.

I want them all!

He didn't care what these people were up to, or what they might do after developing a new martial art; all he wanted was the path to breaking through the limits of the human body.

As for why he went to Shaolin Temple last, it was because he wanted to take everyone to meet the Sweeper Monk, who could casually create a three-foot-high wall of qi and was the strongest person in the world of Tianlong.

However, with so many people, it's easy to arrest them, but controlling them to move around is quite troublesome.

Perhaps we should consider improving the skills of Lao Su and the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, otherwise they are really not up to par among true masters.

Especially the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass, their martial arts skills were so weak that they were unbearable to watch.

But he's unlikely to pass on his skills to others right now; if he were to do it carelessly, it might kill someone.

Perhaps, we could find a few guinea pigs?

Zhang Chengyi had no idea that "using bad people for human experimentation is inhumane." As the saying goes, "My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is for justice." He sincerely believed that some bad guys could not even be considered human.

Anyway, they definitely aren't his kind, so he doesn't feel any guilt at all when he causes trouble.

If you don't have enough experience, just try more. I bet those bastards will be overjoyed to know they've made a contribution to pushing the limits of human potential.

"Old Su, find me a few truly wicked people who are rotten to the core," he said.

Su Xinghe nodded silently, without asking why, and then got up.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Chengyi called out to him, his expression softening considerably. "Old Su, let's eat first, there's no rush."

Su Xinghe stood there stunned for a while before sitting down and silently continuing to eat.

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Gyeongbokgung Temple was surrounded by a huge crowd, all dressed in tight-fitting clothes and carrying weapons, clearly martial arts practitioners.

The once bustling streets were deserted, all the shops were closed, and although there were many people surrounding the temple, they were all extremely quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a while, the temple gates opened wide, and Shan Zheng, leaning on a cane, walked out with a gloomy face. Beside him were the abbot of Jingfu Temple, a tall old woman, and a short old man.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The uneven sounds were deafening, and many people inside were using their internal energy to project power.

The old woman's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of disdain flickered in her eyes.

If having many people meant being powerful, then not everyone in the martial arts world would be so eager to master martial arts techniques.

Moreover, what are a hundred or so people? The Beggars' Sect has even more members. It is known as the largest sect in the world, but it is full of both good and bad people. There are only a few dozen true masters, and even fewer who can be ranked among the best in the world.

Two middle-aged men quickly stepped forward from among the Shan family disciples, whispered something to Shan Zheng, and then led the other disciples away.

The abbot of Jingfu Temple visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the other party was powerful and his senior brother, the Venerable Shenshan, had not yet arrived, he was afraid that if they really investigated what happened that night, things would not end well.

After all, Xu Chongxiao was kidnapped. Of the six members of the Shan family, one was so badly injured that he became mentally impaired, and the other five were barely able to stand after being given medicine by Tan Gong and Tan Po. Their martial arts skills were half-crippled. Only he was completely unharmed. If the matter were investigated, he would have no way to defend himself.

"Thank you both for saving my life."

Dan Zheng turned to the side and bowed his head in gratitude, saying, "Grandpa Tan and Grandma Tan are so kind and virtuous that I can hardly repay them." As he spoke, he trembled as he tried to kneel down and kowtow.

Granny Tan watched coldly. She had a rather eccentric personality. Seeing that this iron-faced judge had allowed his disciples to besiege Jingfu Temple and forced the abbot and her husband to use precious medicine to save people, she was already displeased. Now that she saw this man about to kneel and kowtow, she naturally felt that he was hypocritical and extremely ridiculous.

"No, no, no." But Tan Gong was a kind man. He stepped forward to help Shan Zheng up and said, "A little ointment can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. If you want to cure your body, you will probably need to find a great doctor."

Dan Zheng's expression was uncertain. He knew that Xue Muhua had a close relationship with the murderer. At this moment, whether the whole family could be cured depended on others. If it were just him alone, it wouldn't matter. He was old and his mobility was limited, so it wouldn't affect anything.

But he had five sons...

"Amitabha." The abbot of Jingfu Temple broke the silence with his hands clasped together. The monk who had been tracking Zhang Chengyi and his group was his disciple, so he naturally knew about Xue Muhua's pursuit of the murderer. He changed the subject, saying, "Senior Brother Shenshan will soon be here with Master Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple and Master Juexian of Donglin Temple. At that time, Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Clan, will also be there with his disciples..."

He spoke of the grand occasion to come, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement.

With such a battle, Gyeongbokgung Temple might become famous throughout the world.