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"Where the hell did this idiot come from? No wonder the protagonists in novels don't like these scholars. Besides being pedantic, they also love to show off."

Zhou Wu didn't mean he didn't want to defend himself; he simply didn't want to waste his breath and lower his own standing. He smiled slightly, shook his head, and left. But sometimes, not defending yourself doesn't mean the other party will let you off the hook.

"What's wrong? Feeling guilty? How dare someone like you come to Wanfo Temple? You are a disgrace to our generation."

"Damn, that's a personal attack. You think I'm being too nice to you?"

Zhou Wu's anger flared up instantly. This guy was practically defecating on his head; he couldn't tolerate it any longer.

"What! You're going to hit me again?"

The scholar grinned wickedly, and Zhou Wu finally realized that he had been tricked. This bastard had just provoked him to achieve his own ends, but the scholar had clearly chosen the wrong target.

"I'm so sorry, I was wrong just now, I really apologize."

Zhou Wu's sudden admission of weakness surprised the scholar. When he heard Zhou Wu talking about the golden Buddha statue, he had already planned to criticize him righteously in public. Judging from Zhou Wu's clothes, he must be a son of a powerful family, and he would definitely be furious and might even hit him. In this way, he could become a righteous underdog in the eyes of the crowd and thus gain their approval.

You should know that Wanfo Temple is a favorite place for the sons and daughters of powerful and wealthy families in the capital. Among the crowd, there might be a young lady from an official family who admires and is infatuated with his righteous words, and in the end, he will have the opportunity to rise above his station.

However, such a perfect opportunity has now been thwarted because the other party backed down. He had thought of all sorts of possible outcomes, but he never expected that a powerful and influential person would actually apologize to him.

While the scholar was still standing there in a daze, Zhou Wu had already left, so the little incident did not cause too much of a stir among the pilgrims.

"Hmph, you're lucky."

The scholar spat viciously, turned and left, beginning his search for his next target.

Zhou Wu, who had left, hadn't actually gone far. Instead, he secretly followed the scholar. Suffering a loss wasn't in Zhou Wu's nature. If open tactics didn't work, he'd try covert ones. He'd never experienced anything like putting a sack in someone's head before, so he'd give the scholar a try today.

After following the scholar around the temple for a long time, Zhou Wu finally found an opportunity.

"My stomach hurts so much."

The scholar suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and quickly ran towards the outhouse, with Zhou Wu following behind.

When the scholar was halfway through pulling the rope, someone suddenly put something over his head.

"Who is it? What do you want? Help! Someone's stealing my poop!"

The scholar was so frightened that he cried out for help, but before he could make two calls, he was hit on the head with a stick and sat down on the toilet, covered in excrement and urine.

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"My goodness."

"It stinks."

"Why is this person naked?"

"It fell into a cesspool."

A quiet side hall of Wanfo Temple, which is usually deserted due to its remote location, was unexpectedly crowded with people watching something interesting.

The young novice monks who were not far away also noticed the unusual situation in the side hall and came to check. What they saw startled them, and they quickly went to call the head monk.

“Master, Master, there’s a naked person covered in excrement and urine in the side hall.”

Not many people knew about it at first, but the young novice monk's promotion quickly drew everyone in the Wanfo Temple to the side hall.

After being knocked unconscious, the scholar gradually woke up and saw countless eyes staring at him. He then smelled a stench and felt a chill on his body. Looking down, he found that all his clothes had disappeared and were covered in excrement and urine. It turned out that these people were laughing at him.

The sense of shame among scholars was on full display; they disregarded all gods and Buddhas and hid directly behind the golden Buddha statue.

Upon receiving the news, the head monk of the temple rushed to the side hall and saw a naked man covered in filth clinging tightly to the golden Buddha statue. The head monk was so angry that his blood pressure rose, and he fainted before he could even utter a word.

"Bai Wei, have you all finished your prayers?"

"Yes, my husband, you've kept me waiting."

"It's alright, let's go home then."

"When my husband came over just now, he heard someone say that there seemed to be something in the side hall..."

"It's nothing. I just came from the side hall. Let's go home."

Upon hearing that Li Baiwei wanted to go to the side hall, Zhou Wu quickly stopped her, saying that his wife shouldn't see anything she was afraid to look at, or she might get a sty.

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royal palace.

"Your Majesty, Qingzhou has been hit by a once-in-a-century rainstorm, which has caused flooding. The people of Qingzhou are displaced. We beseech Your Majesty to allocate funds for disaster relief to save the people from this disaster."

Among the assembled officials, who had already finished their reports and were discussing where to go after the court session, a sudden voice interrupted them.

"Qingzhou? Hit by torrential rain? Is it that serious?"

Li Tiancheng thought he had misheard. Qingzhou had suffered from drought last year, and now it was raining heavily? No wonder Qingzhou had always been poor and destitute.

"Your Majesty, torrential rains have been falling in Qingzhou for more than ten days, as if the heavens have been pierced with a hole. The torrential rains have also triggered a series of chain disasters, including landslides, mudslides, and floods. The people of Qingzhou are already starving, naked, and homeless, Your Majesty."

The official became increasingly grief-stricken as he spoke. Qingzhou was the closest coastal city to the capital. Because it was situated in a vast bay and surrounded by towering mountains, Qingzhou had very little arable land, which was why it had been relatively poor for thousands of years.

In feudal times, agriculture was the primary means of livelihood. Without land, how could one live a good life?

"Hmph, why didn't you report this sooner?"

"Your Majesty, the roads to Qingzhou have been blocked by floods. The local government sent out more than a dozen groups of people to report the news, but only one person managed to escape."

"What? It's already that serious?"

"Your Majesty, please save the people of Qingzhou!"

"I intend to send an imperial envoy to Qingzhou for disaster relief. I wonder which of my ministers is willing to go?"

The ministers who had just shared the emperor's feelings suddenly forgot, their eyes fixed on the ground, and not a single one stepped forward.

As time went by, the scene grew quieter and quieter, while Li Tiancheng's anger continued to rise.

“Father, I recommend Zhou Wu, the tutor of the Crown Prince, to go to Qingzhou.”

At this crucial moment, it was his son who proved to be the right person. However, the Crown Prince did not really want to recommend Zhou Wu to Qingzhou, because disaster relief was not a good job in the Great Dragon Empire. But seeing his father’s angry face just now, Crown Prince Li Junren had no choice but to step forward and volunteer.