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

Chapter 176 Muscle Golden Wheel
"Thanks to all the heroes for their kindness, I am ashamed to accept it. The position of deputy leader should go to..."

While Zhao Zhijing was speaking, a horn suddenly sounded outside the hall, followed by the sound of gongs and drums. It didn't sound like the welcoming ceremony at Lujiazhuang, but more like the tune played by the Mongolian army during its march.

The farmhand in charge of welcoming guests came over in a hurry to report. Lu Guanying didn't know which friend had just arrived, so he could only order, "Welcome the distinguished guest!"

In just a moment, dozens of people of different shapes and sizes arrived in front of the hall.

The two leaders among them, one was arrogant, wearing Mongolian official uniform, and looked like he held a high official position; the other was wearing a bright red Lama robe, was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, and had a sunken forehead, which was very different from the appearance of an ordinary Han Chinese.

The people in the main hall were still arguing, but when they suddenly saw so many foreigners breaking in, they all turned around to take a closer look. Even if they couldn't recognize others, they recognized the Mongolian official uniforms. Their faces immediately sank and they glared at them.

"This Golden Wheel Dharma King is so frail that he could be blown away by a gust of wind. He is far inferior to the muscular Golden Wheel that I have seen before."

Among all the people present, only Zhao Zhijing saw through the identity of the Lama monk at a glance.

When Guo Jing, Hao Datong and Sun Buer saw Huodu and Dalba in the crowd, they knew they were up to no good, so they immediately whispered to those around them to be on guard.

However, as the sages said, whoever comes is a guest. No matter who the other party is, as long as he has not taken action, you have to treat him with courtesy.

So after Guo Jing and Huang Rong explained Huodu's identity, they stood up at the same time and accompanied Lu Guanying and his wife to welcome the guests.

Among them, Huodu and Dalba had met each other in Chongyang Palace. Although they were already first-rate masters, they were still far inferior to Guo Jing, so they were not to be feared.

Only the strange behavior of the leading Lama monk reminded Guo Jing and his wife of what Huang Yaoshi once said, that there is a Tantric practice in the Western Regions. The higher the level of practice, the deeper the depression in the forehead. Looking at the deep depression on the top of this man's head, his practice must have reached an unfathomable level.

However, in recent years, there have been no rumors of such masters in the Western Regions, so Guo Jing and Huang Rong were more cautious and bowed, saying, "Since you have come from afar, please join us and have a couple of drinks."

Huo Du chuckled after hearing this, and walked up to King Jinlun and said, "Master, the two people in front of you are both well-known figures in the Central Plains martial arts world."

Guo Jing was even more surprised to find that this Lama monk was actually Huodu's master. Huodu was so young, but his martial arts skills were not inferior to Hao Datong. Then, wouldn't his master's skills be even more difficult to estimate?

"This is the consort of the Han dynasty who was personally appointed as the Golden Swordsman. He was also the right marshal of the Mongolian army during the Western Expedition, the great hero Guo Jing."

"And the person next to her is Madam Guo, who is also the current leader of the Beggars' Sect, Huang Rong."

King Jinlun's eyes were originally slightly lowered, but when he heard Guo Jing's identities as "the Prince Consort of the Golden Sword" and "the Marshal of the Right Army", his eyes suddenly shone with golden light. As for the leader of the Beggars' Sect behind him, he didn't seem to take it to heart.

After quietly introducing Guo Jing and his wife, Huo Du said loudly to everyone, "This is our respected teacher, the holy monk King Jinlun from the Western Regions, who is now the first national teacher appointed by the Queen of Mongolia."

These words were spoken with great force and were extremely loud. Everyone present heard them clearly and was immediately even more shocked. "We were discussing how to deal with the Mongolian Tartars, how come a Mongolian national master suddenly appeared?"

When Zhao Zhijing saw Huodu open the folding fan in his hand, with a very pink peach blossom painted on the fan, he looked very proud. He said "showoff" in his heart, then slowly walked forward to Guo Jing's side.

"Wow!"

Huodu was completely defeated by the two men first in Chongyang Palace and later in Shaolin Temple. When he saw his two biggest enemies standing together, he was so frightened that he even folded up his folding fan.

"Since today is a gathering of heroes, this is a rare opportunity. In my opinion, we should elect a martial arts leader to command the heroes."

At this time, King Jinlun was present, and Huo did not want to tarnish the reputation of his own side, so he immediately passed Guo and Zhao and shouted inside.

"Dwarf Lion" Lei Meng shouted: "The heroes present here have nominated the Beggars' Sect leader Hong Lao as the leader. Besides, this is a matter of our Central Plains martial arts world. Since you are from the Western Regions, you'd better leave quickly!" Huo Du deliberately ignored the second half of the sentence and sneered: "How many years has it been since Hong Qigong showed up? Maybe he has already returned to his position in some desolate mountain and wilderness."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd of heroes immediately started to curse and yell. Hong Qigong was a god-like figure, so how could he allow this foreigner to criticize him?

"The old man Qigong has great fortunes. I will escort you back to your throne on his behalf!"

"Bullshit! Bullshit your mother's purple flower fart! Bullshit your ancestors' eighteen generations of bow-hooked fart!"

"You are such a bad-mouthed idiot! You didn't even bother to find out what kind of hero Master Hong is. I think you are just trying to offend the gods, lighting a lamp in the Fire God Temple, showing off your sword in front of Lord Guan, or selling the Three Character Classic at the door of a saint's house!"

Although Huodu had angered everyone, at this moment, except for Guo Jing and Zhao Zhijing, he did not take anyone else seriously. He was also certain that due to their status, the two would not suddenly attack in such a public occasion.

Therefore, he used his inner strength to laugh loudly towards the sky, and actually suppressed the noisy shouting and cursing, even the candlelight in the hall flickered.

When the heroes saw that he was only about 30 years old and dressed like a young master, they didn't expect that he had such profound inner strength. They all fell silent instantly.

"I am not the honest and simple Guo Jing. I have strength and means!"

Seeing Huo Du being so ostentatious, Zhao Zhijing took a moment to see when his laughter was about to stop, and suddenly stepped forward with his right foot, just like suddenly clamping the throat of a rooster when it crowed.

"Uh!"

Huodu's entire body was drawn away by this unexpected kick. His laughter stopped abruptly, and the breath in his chest could not go up or down, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not only did his face turn red and his neck became thick from holding it in, but he also suffered some minor internal injuries.

King Jinlun saw this and tapped Huodu's back with two fingers to help him open up his internal energy. Only then did he finally catch his breath.

"Despicable villain!"

Huo Du's face turned pale and he glared at Zhao Zhijing fiercely.

But the timing of this finishing move was extremely good, and it came and went quickly. Except for Guo Jing and his wife, King Jinlun and a few others, no one else noticed it at all.

So Zhao Zhijing looked calm and nodded slightly after hearing Huo Du's words "despicable villain".

"I cannot praise your character, but it is rare that you have such self-awareness."

Huang Rong couldn't help but smile when she saw Zhao Zhijing letting Huo Du suffer a great loss without showing any emotion, and now he was the first to complain.

"Brother Jing is not capable of doing such a thing. Taoist Zhao's move really helped us all vent our anger!"

PS: I am afraid that the New Year bells are too loud
Forget the front, forget the middle, forget the back.

Anyway, I’d like to wish you all a happy new year first!

(End of this chapter)