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

Chapter 23: Put down the butcher knife and die immediately

Lu Youjiao laughed and strode into the room.

He found Zhao Zhijing quite friendly, and more enthusiastic than the quiet and polite Taoist priest, which is exactly the style of us, the people of the world.

Zhao Zhijing picked up the teapot and wanted to pour a cup of tea for Lu Youjiao, but was stopped by the other party.

"For a beggar to drink the fine tea from the mansion of Chief Escort Guan is like a cow chewing a peony."

Lu Youjiao shook the wine gourd on his waist and said, "This thing is more suitable for us."

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing did not force it. He gave up his seat, exchanged a few words of greeting, and waited for Lu Youjiao to explain his purpose.

"Brother Zhao, just now at the wine table, you said that the evil spirit of the root of disaster near Xianyang City has disappeared. Can you tell me in detail what happened?"

Zhao Zhijing did not hide anything, but he omitted the fact that he met Zhou Botong and Ouyang Feng, and recounted the whole story.

"My junior brother Chen Zhiquan lost an arm, but he managed to escape death and brought the news back to Chongyang Palace."

"The head master ordered us to go down the mountain to investigate. That place is more than ten miles away from Xianyang City, and it is a deserted town."

"My fellow apprentices and I felt that there was no time to lose, so we rushed over directly. However, apart from a few corpses that turned into blood, we found nothing else."

Lu Youjiao nodded slowly as he listened. His Beggars' Sect had disciples all over the world, and he claimed to be the best at gathering information, and no one dared to claim to be second.

What Zhao Zhijing said made sense in every aspect. Firstly, the place where the Quanzhen Sect disciples were being hunted was already some distance away from the small town; secondly, there were zombies roaming that place, and most people would not have time to hide when they saw them, so naturally they would not go any further.

It’s a pity for those Quanzhen disciples who are so eager to help others.

After Zhao Zhijing finished speaking, Lu Youjiao sighed, took off the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip, obviously feeling regretful.

"Brother Zhao, corpse-dissolving water is indeed a means of bringing disaster to the world. They are so cruel that they don't even leave the bodies of their own people intact. That's really unique."

"Don't blame me, my dear brother, for being a beggar. I feel like this is not a deliberate attempt to embarrass the heroes of Quanzhen Sect. It seems like there is another purpose."

Zhao Zhijing didn't want to expose Ouyang Feng's affairs. After leaving the town, he would most likely head towards Zhongnan Mountain. However, as long as he was not discovered, he would not cause any trouble.

But if the Beggars' Sect got to know about this, and if they really discovered Ouyang Feng's whereabouts, then there would be another fight to the death.

The key is that we still can’t win.

Zhao Zhijing was a Taoist priest, but he did not believe in the Buddhist saying "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly."

He only believed that good and evil would be rewarded. If a wicked person like Ouyang Feng could be written off just because he was crazy,
Is there any royal law?

Is there still law?

It is said that the dead are the greatest, but Wu Zixu still dug graves. Did anyone speak up for King Ping of Chu?
It's just that he is no match for him now. Once his martial arts skills are fully mastered, it is not impossible for him to kill Ouyang Feng without telling Yang Guo.

"Brother Lu is right. The actions of the troublemaker cannot be predicted by common sense. Although he has retreated temporarily, we still need to be careful and vigilant."

The two were silent for a moment. Zhao Zhijing wanted to learn more about the situation, so he asked, "I heard from Master Ku Mu that the root of misfortune seems to have harmed many monks who have left home. Brother Lu, do you know why?"

Lu Youjiao shook his head. "Since the emergence of the root of trouble, they have caused countless tragedies in the martial arts world. They always attack suddenly without any signs, and the victims can't find any grudges against them. That's why people in the martial arts world are afraid of them."

"The few times we could see signs of this were all massacres targeting Buddhist sects, and not just the sects in the martial arts world, but even the temples of ordinary monks could not escape their clutches." "About two months ago, Master Ku Mu's Xianxia Sect also suffered a disaster, and the entire temple was destroyed by a fire."

"Fortunately, Master Ku Mu is not in the temple, but now we can only stay away from the disaster and stay temporarily in Lujiazhuang, Dashengguan."

Dashengguan Lujiazhuang is the territory of Lu Guanying, a disciple of Master Ku Mu.

Zhao Zhijing tapped the table lightly. If even the Beggars' Sect said they didn't know, then it would be a waste of time to ask others.

"Brother Lu, the Beggars' Sect is always busy. What business do you have that brings you to Xianyang?"

As far as I can remember, the Beggars' Sect's headquarters was located at Junshan Dongting Lake. When Huang Rong took over as the leader of the sect, the headquarters was moved to Zhejiang for easier command.

At present, the Song and Mongolia have not yet fought, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong have not gone to Xiangyang to defend the city. I wonder what Lu Youjiao is doing all the way to Xianyang.

Lu Youjiao did not hide it either, because the founder of Quanzhen Sect, Chongyang Zhenren, fought against the Jin Dynasty all his life, and the seven Quanzhen disciples of Chongyang Palace and below also followed the founder's will.

"Brother, you have a keen eye. The reason why Jiao Huaer came to Xianyang this time is indeed for the affairs of the gang."

Lu Youjiao and Zhao Zhijing got along very well and Lu Youjiao briefly explained the purpose of his trip, which turned out to be to meet the spies returning from Mongolia.

"A disciple in the gang has found out that the Mongol court is now ruled by Queen Naimazhen, who is at odds with the former minister Yelu Chucai, and many forces in the court are being purged."

This news was not a secret, it was just a matter of knowing it sooner or later, so Lu Youjiao simply told it all.

Zhao Zhijing had just met Yelu Qi in the afternoon and did not expect to hear news about his father so soon.

The queen was regent, monopolized power, appointed people based on personal connections, and brought chaos to the government.

I don’t know if this is in line with the saying: “When the women are in charge, the house collapses.”

Speaking of national affairs, Lu Youjiao's eyes lit up with excitement. "This is a golden opportunity for our Song Dynasty. As long as we have a few more years, the court will work hard to govern the country and reorganize the army. By then, the army and the people will be united and will surely be able to recover the beautiful land of the Central Plains!"

Cough
Zhao Zhijing pretended to cough suddenly and turned his head to the other side.

Who do you think will work hard to govern the country?
He's not even as good as a good old woman.

But ideas are just ideas, and there is no way Zhao Zhijing would discourage Lu Youjiao's enthusiasm.

"Everyone in the Beggars' Sect is a hero who serves the country and the people. I, Zhao, would like to offer a glass of tea to Brother Lu instead of wine!"

These words touched Lu Youjiao's heart. Although he spoke modestly, he was actually happy in his heart. He took off his wine gourd and took two sips.

It’s not because he was happy to praise Lu Youjiao, but praising the Beggars’ Sect was equivalent to praising the two leaders, Hong Qigong and Huang Rong.

"Brother Zhao, I'm not being stingy, I'm just afraid of getting into trouble by drinking too much, so I just want to taste it once in a while."

"The person that Beggar Hua admires most in his life is Old Man Hong Qigong. He feels that if he can have even one or two points of his charm, his life will not be in vain."

"The old man always carries a wine gourd, and beggars also carry one, so that they can always remember his teachings!"

After a conversation, Zhao Zhijing felt that Lu Youjiao was really straightforward and he could make more friends with him in the future if he had the chance.

　Thanks to Yuan Gangzhen for the monthly ticket!
　　Why is this thing so rare?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)