I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 164: The Alcoholic Weirdo
The disciples went down the mountain one after another. Half a month later, there were only eight people left in Zuowang Temple.

Zhao Zhijing and Guan Man'er naturally stayed on the mountain, while Yang Guo was free and unrestrained at the foot of the mountain. Just as he had once said to Cao Qinghua, he would not leave no matter what.

At this time, Yang Guo's martial arts skills were so good that no one, except Zhao Zhijing, could surpass him among the fourth-generation disciples of Quanzhen Sect or even the third-generation disciples.

Furthermore, before he met Guo Jing, he had been wandering in Jiaxing. He had a lot of understanding of the wickedness of human nature and had some experience in the underworld.

So Zhao Zhijing did not force it. After all, the affairs in the temple still needed someone to take care of, and Yang Guo was smart and clever, so he was just right to take over Liu Qingxing's position as the receptionist.

As for the other five disciples, they either made up their minds to stay at the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Huashan and practice with concentration, or their martial arts skills and temperament were not yet strong enough to stand on their own and were not suitable for entering the martial arts world now.

Therefore, although the Zuowang Temple is not as lively as before, it is not deserted either.

As the weather warmed up, the mountain road became easier to walk on. The number of people living at the foot of the mountain and pilgrims coming from all directions increased day by day, and the temple became more and more popular.

In view of this, Zhao Zhijing simply hired two people from the small town at the foot of the mountain. Both of them were young men from poor families who were nimble and quick-witted, to help with lighting fires, cooking, and cleaning in the Taoist temple.

In addition to paying them wages, Yang Guo also occasionally taught them a few words. The two and their families were naturally grateful. This was much better than hanging out in the market or just selling their labor.

"Let's wait and see. After a year or so, if you can keep your original intention, then I'll consider whether to accept you as my disciple."

Today, Zhao Zhijing already has his own Taoist temple, and his reputation spreads far and wide. There are many people in the martial arts world who want to become his disciple and learn from him, or many famous families want their nephews and nephews to join his temple to build relationships.

But Zhao Zhijing declined them all. Firstly, those children of noble families and people from the underworld were of mixed quality. Secondly, he had spent nearly two years teaching his disciples with great effort, and finally he had produced a group of apprentices. He did not have the ambition to do so for the time being.

As for opening the sect's gates to all, accepting all kinds of disciples, it was not without the thought of simply passing on the Quanzhen Sect's inner skills and sitting back to reap the benefits.

But if he really did that, Zuowang Temple would immediately become a martial arts sect. Even if Chongyang Palace turned a blind eye and did not interfere, how could he get over it in his heart?

It is an extremely rare and precious surprise that the seventeen disciples except Yelu Qi can live in harmony like they do now, and have been like brothers from Chongyang Palace to Zuowang Temple.

Zhao Zhijing didn't want anyone to destroy it.

Zuowang Temple cannot become a place like the Iron Palm Gang or the Shiliang Sect.

"Little Er, drink up!"

In Huayin County at the foot of Mount Huashan, a strange man came today to a tavern that was doing prosperous business.

This strange man had disheveled hair and a dusty face. It was impossible to tell his exact age. His clothes were tattered and so dirty that you couldn't tell their original color.

If he had a broken bowl in his hand, he must be a veteran in the Beggars' Sect.

"Oh!"

"Little Er, drink up!"

He urged several times, but no one responded. He was so angry and drunk that he picked up the wine bowl on the table and threw it to the ground.

"Come on!"

In fact, as a waiter, what is needed is to keep an eye on all directions and listen to all directions. How could you not hear the customers' calls?

But firstly, this weirdo has already drunk two large jars of wine, and if he drinks any more, he might get drunk to death; secondly, judging from his attire, he doesn’t look like someone who has money and can pay his bills.

"Boss, what should we do?"

The shopkeeper also frowned. Ever since Master Zhao from the Jade Maiden Peak took charge of Mount Hua, not only have the martial arts sects that used to bully the market and run rampant in the countryside disappeared, but even the scoundrels have turned over a new leaf or stayed away.

Why is there suddenly trouble today?

"Go and bring him a bowl of sobering soup, and persuade him to leave in a nice way. If he really doesn't have the money to pay the bill, then let him go." When the waiter heard the shopkeeper's words, he hurried to do it, and soon he brought over a bowl of sobering soup.

"Uncle, you are drunk, drink a bowl of sobering soup first!"

The strange man was staggering, and it was unclear whether he heard clearly or not. He just reached out to take the bowl and took a big gulp.

"Pooh!"

As soon as the sobering soup entered his mouth, it was spat out again, spraying all over the waiter's head and face.

"What kind of shady shop is this? You dare to sell sour wine!"

The waiter's clothes were stained, and he didn't know if they could be cleaned. He couldn't help but curse, "Where did this madman come from?"

"We were trying to persuade you with good intentions, but you acted like a bully!"

The two men refused to give in to each other and soon started fighting. The other waiters and cooks in the tavern saw that the man carried a sword with him and were afraid that he would take advantage of the alcohol to commit violence, so they rushed forward and pinned him to the ground.

"How dare you hit and curse people in broad daylight? Let's go to the government office to seek justice!"

"Boss, this man has no money on him. He is here to eat for free. You might as well use this sword as payment."

Hearing that his sword was going to be used as payment, the strange man who had been pinned to the ground by two or three people suddenly found strength from nowhere, shook his body violently, bounced the man away, and turned around and ran away.

"Ouch! My arm! My arm is broken!"

"Catch him! Catch him!"

The whole street in front of the tavern became noisy, and several shops, which were usually very busy, sent people to help.

However, although the drunken man seemed to be staggering, his speed was very fast and he left everyone behind in the blink of an eye.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached a secluded place and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, four or five Beggar Gang disciples holding dog-beating sticks suddenly surrounded him.

"I don't know where you are from, but if you have any problem, the Beggars' Clan is willing to lend a hand."

"But you are like this, not only eating for free but also hurting others. That is not the style of our fellow martial artists."

In Huayin County today, due to the friendship between Zhao Zhijing and the leader of the Beggar Gang, Huang, the Beggar Gang is the only gang that operates openly, so they treat all kinds of friends in the underworld quite friendly.

But the man didn't say anything, he took a deep breath and tried to run away again.

"Stay!"

The Beggars' Sect disciples had been watching his movements closely, and when they saw him trying to run, they immediately surrounded him with dog-beating sticks.

After a few moves, the strange man's martial arts were obviously not weak, even better than several Beggar Gang disciples. However, long-term alcoholism had drained his body, and he soon ran out of strength and could only passively take the beating.

"stop!"

The leading five-bag Beggar Gang disciple greeted him, thinking secretly that this man had deliberately concealed his moves when he attacked just now, and would rather get hurt than let anyone see his martial arts skills. He wondered what his intention was.

"Ok?"

"The Quanzhen Sect's sword?!"

When the strange man heard the words "Quanzhen Sect", his expression suddenly became extremely panicked. He hugged the sword in his arms tightly and shouted, "No, I am not, I stole this sword, you can kill me if you want!"

(End of this chapter)