We bear people have power

"Drink it, and you'll save yourself a hundred years of arduous cultivation. If you want to defy the heavens, you must naturally take the extraordinary path."

"What? You won't drink?! The first rule of the sect is that anyone who betrays their master and ancestors will be skinned alive, their bones ground to dust, and their soul banished to the deepest hell, where they will never be able to rise again!"

"You unfilial disciple, I've said so much already, and you're still not happy. What is this if not disrespecting your master?!"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

……

For Guan Bo, this was the tenth day since he transmigrated. His head was spinning, and the image of an old Taoist priest kept popping into his mind. Although the priest looked dignified and otherworldly, Guan Bo couldn't help but feel that this guy was definitely a dark character inside.

In my memory, it seems that this person tricked me into drinking something, and even patted his chest to guarantee that there would be no aftereffects.

These memories are quite vague, and seem more like dreams and hallucinations.

Not only the old Taoist priest, but also an old monk, said in the tone of a villainous big boss: "Everything you have done is meaningless. You know nothing about the power of the Heavenly Dao."

Finally, there was a little girl whose face was obscured, crying and begging Guan Bo to take her home.

All of this seems so close at hand, as long as you close your eyes.

It took Guan Bo a long time to get used to this sleep paralysis-like feeling, and he was even able to try to chat with these characters in his dreams. But no matter what he said, it was just talking to himself. Everything in front of him was just a memory playing on a loop, as if afraid that he would forget something.

"What kind of bullshit time travel is this? It doesn't even give you a brain-dead system or an old man, just this bunch of random stuff."

After making a complaint and stretching, Guan Bo climbed out of the haystack.

Picking up a whip that was missing half, Guan Bo drove an old blue ox out of the shed.

Guan Bo lived in a place called the Imperial-built Baolin Temple, where he was a tenant farmer who herded cattle and plowed fields for the monks.

"This time travel was quite straightforward. There are no brothers or sisters, no parents, wife or children. I'm all alone. That's easy."

At dawn, Guan Bo would release the blue ox to graze on the back mountain. Only when it was well-fed would it have the strength to plow and clear the wasteland.

Guan Bo specifically chose a shady spot, not because the grass was particularly lush, but because it offered a view of the courtyard where the monks practiced martial arts within the temple.

These days, the world doesn't seem to be at peace. There are frequent rumors of bandits killing people and tigers coming down from the mountains.

Therefore, temples naturally need to support a group of strong and capable monks, whether for self-defense or to temporarily act as bandits and strongmen, they cannot do without them.

Early in the morning, the shirtless monks began their training with a whooshing sound.

Some were lifting stone weights, some were brushing sticks, some were practicing with single swords... Although Guan Bo's location was far away, after this transmigration, his eyesight seemed to have improved a lot, and he could clearly knock even when there was a distance of a hundred feet.

While herding cattle and grazing, Guan Bo practiced these martial arts techniques with great seriousness.

However, after practicing for a short while, Guan Bo got a little bored.

These monks were merely stronger; their so-called martial arts were just practiced until they were familiar with the moves, nothing particularly advanced. Their vertical and horizontal stances were nothing special; Guan Bo learned them in a single glance, and even outperformed the monks.

"Old friend, if I ever rise to prominence, how about I bestow upon you the title of Great Sage Equaling Heaven?" Guan Bo said to the Green Ox with a smile.

But the blue ox was too lazy to pay attention and just buried its head in eating grass.

Guan Bo wasn't annoyed. He picked a blade of grass, put it in his mouth, lay down on the ox's back, closed his eyes to rest, and planned to chat with the cunning old Taoist priest for a bit. Although the priest wouldn't respond, it was still more interesting than herding cattle.

Before he could even tell the old Taoist priest his thirtieth bawdy joke, he felt a jolt throughout his body, followed by a shrill moo.

The blue ox suddenly went berserk and actually threw Guan Bo off.

Guan Bo was a little dizzy from the fall, and got up in a disheveled state.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw a bamboo arrow piercing the hind leg of the blue ox.

In pain, the old ox's eyes turned red, and it began to run wildly.

In its haste, the ox stepped into a dent, broke its front leg, and crashed headfirst into the ground.

The old ox was quite old; the collision broke off one of its horns, and it couldn't get up again. With its broken horn and twisted hooves, its pitiful state suggested it wouldn't survive.

Guan Bo looked down the mountain and saw a fat, big-eared monk holding a longbow, sneering not far away, making no attempt to hide it.

Guan Bo recognized the man; he was Yongxin, a notorious rogue monk at Baolin Temple. This man was a complete scoundrel and a shameless scoundrel.

In idle moments, they toss tiles along the wall; when bored, they nail nails to the wall. On cold days, they bend window frames by the fire; in summer, they drag the door to block the path.

They tore the banner cloth into foot straps, and secretly replaced the ivory with turnips. They often poured oil into glass bowls, and gambled over bowls and pots.

Baolin Temple has suffered a lot from this person on ordinary days. He looks like he's already in his thirties, but he acts like a mentally challenged brat, always trying to cause trouble and make fun of others before he's happy.

Moreover, he was particularly tasteless. Because he didn't know his limits, he almost caused people's deaths several times. He was reprimanded by the abbot, but he relapsed into his old ways within two days.

Why is such a despicable person allowed to remain in the temple? Simply because he is the strongest of the martial monks at Baolin Temple.

The claim of taking on ten opponents single-handedly is not an exaggeration, but a genuine achievement. He can wield a thousand-pound stone lock with ease, and his immense strength is enough to kill a tiger with a single punch.

Yongxin was the leader of the martial monks. Although he lacked virtue, he was powerful. Most of the vast temple lands of Baolin Temple were acquired by him through various underhanded means and cunning seizures.

Therefore, the abbot couldn't do without this guy, and he became increasingly unscrupulous.

Yongxin usually enjoyed teasing Guan Bo and his tenant farmers. Today, he was passing by with a bow and arrows, originally intending to go up the mountain to hunt a wild boar for a treat, but he saw Guan Bo herding cattle on the mountain. On a whim, he shot an arrow at the blue ox, intending to make Guan Bo look bad.

As for whether it would result in any deaths, Yung-hsin couldn't care less; if someone died, it was just bad luck for him.

As Guan Bo walked past the blue ox, seeing his old companion on the verge of death, he felt an overwhelming rage.

Although this old ox is just a kind of animal, it has been his companion day and night since he transmigrated. Humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings?

"Yongxin, you bald monk, you harmed my cow for no reason! If you have the guts, come up here and die!" Guan Bo roared at Yongxin, without considering whether he was even a match for him.

Yongxin was used to being arrogant and domineering. He had never been so disrespected before, and he immediately became angry. He threw down the longbow and rushed up the mountain to teach Guan Bo a lesson.

Guan Bo, seeing Yongxin's menacing approach, showed no fear, but he didn't intend to confront the barbarian head-on. Instead, he ran to a moss-covered bluestone and pushed it forcefully downhill.

Guan Bo wasn't here to herd cattle for the first time; he was quite familiar with the vegetation on this small hillside. This bluestone looked to weigh several thousand kilograms, but it was perfectly round, and underneath it were several pieces of broken stone and rotten wood, its age unknown.

Guan Bo kicked away the broken stones and rotten wood, and with a little more force, the large blue stone rolled toward Yongxin.

Although Yongxin possessed immense strength, the force of the large blue stone rolling down the mountain was beyond his ability to withstand, so he quickly dodged to the side.

However, just as they passed the bluestone, they saw a dark figure rushing towards them.

It turned out that Guan Bo was following closely behind Qing Shi, and took advantage of Yong Xin's moment of evasion to deliver a vicious blow.

Even when facing an opponent he cannot defeat, Guan Bo is still able to give it his all.

Guan Bo used all his strength to lash Yongxin's face with the long whip he was using for herding. A bloody welt appeared, tearing the flesh off half of Yongxin's face and leaving it covered in blood.

Amid Yongxin's screams, a few drops of blood splattered onto Guan Bo's face, and he instinctively stuck out his tongue—and licked it.