Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

Old Buddha Wang was determined to die, and his attitude was extremely resolute.

"You don't regret it?"

"I will never regret it!"

Zhou Tong looked at him for a while, then nodded in agreement.

"Alright, then I'll see you off!"

After Zhou Tong finished speaking, he suddenly stood up, flashed behind Old Buddha Wang, and raised his hand to pat several major acupoints on his body several times!

After these few movements, Old Buddha Wang's face changed color several times, from yellow to white, then to red, then to green, flashing like a carousel before he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood!

After vomiting blood, Old Buddha Wang seemed like a deflated tire, his energy and spirit rapidly declining! He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant!

"Brother Zhou? You're not going to kill me? No, my martial arts..."

"Wow, Master, what kind of kung fu is this?"

Ren Yuan and Yue Fei both saw Zhou Tong's move, and their eyes immediately lit up! They exchanged glances, understanding each other's thoughts!

"Senior brother, that move looks amazing!"

"That's right! I really want to learn too!"

"This is not kung fu; it's a method of forcibly crippling someone's martial arts skills."

Zhou Tong said very calmly.

“You can’t learn this, you’re going to teach it to the second and fourth kids.”

"That's great! Senior brother, you can't do that!"

Yue Fei was overjoyed to hear this. Hehe, I'll know this trick from now on, but my senior brother doesn't. Hahaha, just thinking about it makes me happy!

"Master, you've crippled his martial arts?"

Ren Yuan understood Zhou Tong's meaning: This monk, who was supposedly a little stronger than Li Zhu, had been crippled just like that?

"He was so eager to die that he was able to do it so easily."

Zhou Tong said that if it weren't for the fact that Wang Gong Laofo didn't resist, the job wouldn't have been done so quickly.

"Senior Wang, it seems you really have deep feelings for Fang La. You would rather be crippled than do anything to betray him."

"It has nothing to do with Thirteen."

Old Buddha Wang Gong's martial arts skills have just been crippled, and he looks very unwell now.

"It really has nothing to do with Fang La. This guy is just still hung up on the grudges from back then."

Zhou Tong said, "From now on, when you two are discussing serious matters with your master, can you please not get distracted? Look at you now, you don't even know what's going on. Is that acceptable?"

“Little Wang, back then I was ordered by my master to travel the world. In twenty years, I fought demons and killed at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand.”

"But I can say with certainty that none of them are innocent. Although I don't remember your sect very clearly, there must have been a reason for it."

"Yes, you, Zhou Tong, are a legend in the martial arts world, and your master, Jin Tai, is also a martial arts legend. You two can just say who is a member of the demonic sect with a single sentence, and that person is a member of the demonic sect. Is that reasonable?"

Old Buddha Wang felt the loss of power within his body. Although he felt helpless, he still wanted an explanation for this matter.

“This is unreasonable, so I was punished as well. My only son died in battle on the frontier.”

Zhou Tong looked at Old Buddha Wang with a very sincere attitude.

"Shouldn't the people be the judge of right and wrong back then? We're all getting old, do we really need to fight to the death over these things?"

"You are the victor, you won, but why didn't you kill me? You crippled my martial arts, what were you planning to do?"

Old Buddha Wang did not understand.

“I told you long ago, we are all people of the old era. Let’s not appear in the bandits of the new era. You may have lost your martial arts skills, but you are in good health. You can live for another 10 or 20 years without any problem.”

"I want you to witness my apprentice accomplish something truly earth-shattering in the next one or two decades!"

"I'll show you what it takes for my disciple to become the chosen one!"

I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly!

Zhou Tong said, "You're not going to die anyway. There are so many people on Liangshan, one more pair of chopsticks won't make a difference."

"Enough, enough. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

While he still had some strength left, Old Buddha Wang took off his cassock.

"From now on, the Venerable Master Wang of the Ming Cult will no longer be in this world. Ren Yuan, please help me send this cassock to my disciple."

Wang Gong Laofo's actions clearly indicate that he is feigning death to avoid the world.

This cassock was sent to the Ming Cult to be used to build a cenotaph.

This pleased Zhou Tong greatly. If the old monk simply stayed at home eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist scriptures, that would be good too. At least he would have one more person to chat with in the future.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely deliver it safely."

Ren Yuan took the kasaya and examined it. He found that the kasaya was indeed extraordinary, with exquisite workmanship and fine material. It was a treasure.

"By the way, Ren Yuan, shouldn't you be king by now?"

Old Buddha Wang, oh no, now he should just be an ordinary bald old Wang, asked Ren Yuan.

"Not yet. I had thought about it before, but your apprentice caused trouble, so it was delayed."

Have you decided on a title for yourself?

Old Buddha Wang was somewhat curious.

"I'm thinking of using 'Hua,' the 'Hua' in 'China.'"

Ren Yuan replied.

"Ambitious indeed, China, China, the Chinese character 'Hua' comes before 'Xia'."

Although Wang Gong Laofo said he had never heard of Ren Yuan's title of king before, Ren Yuan's ambition was still very evident.

"I'll just take it as your compliment."

Ren Yuan didn't take Wang Gong Laofo's words to heart.

What's wrong with Huawang? I just think Huawang is great!

"And what is the name of your country? What will be the name of your country in the future?"

However, Ren Yuan did not expect that Wang Gong Lao Fo would actually ask about the country's name.

"A name for the country? I haven't thought about it."

Indeed, although the title of king was decided at the beginning, Ren Yuan did not ask anyone else about the name of the country.

"If you don't mind, I can give you a name?"

"What are you thinking of? It wouldn't happen to be the 'Ming' of your Ming Cult, would it?"

Ren Yuan said that Ming should be left alone, otherwise it would make it seem like he was also a member of the Ming Cult.

"Hmm... how about Yuan?"

In fact, Wang Gong Laofo really intended to tell Ren Yuan to use Ming as the name of the country, but unexpectedly Ren Yuan said it first.

"It doesn't sound good, I don't like it."

Ren Yuan shook his head; he didn't have a good impression of the character "Yuan".

"Great is the Qian Yuan. If you don't like Yuan, then Qian?"

Master Wang continued to recommend it.

"Master, what do you think?"

Ren Yuan did not answer what Master Wang had said, but instead turned to ask his master.

Zhou Tong looked at Ren Yuan, then at Yue Fei, then at Wang Gong and the old Buddha, and finally back at Ren Yuan.

"Third brother, you've been preparing for so many years, it's time for you to take another step forward."

"Then please bestow a name upon me, Master."

Ren Yuan suggested, "How about you, Master, name the country?"

"Your current situation, to use an old saying, is like a journey with advantages, a crossing of great rivers."

Zhou Tong thought of the somewhat foolish big man from before, and then looked at his disciple who already had the bearing of a tyrant. He was also very excited.

"Master, speak like a human being."

"It is advantageous to go somewhere, to cross great rivers; the lower trigram is Zhen (thunder), the upper trigram is Xun (wind); wind and thunder complement each other!"

"Third brother, how about we name the country Yi?"