Women disguised as men went to the battlefield and the emperor bowed down in submission.

The shopkeeper shakily took out one tael of silver and placed it in the hand of one of the men with a scar on his face. The scarred man took the silver, tossed it in his hand, grabbed the shopkeeper by the collar, and slammed him heavily to the ground.

He stepped on the boss's chest, grinding his foot into it, and said, "Didn't I tell you last time that the price had risen to three taels of silver? You dare disobey me!"

The shopkeeper wailed, "I just paid three taels of silver to you gentlemen yesterday."

Scarface said, "What, you don't want to give it to me, huh!" As he spoke, he lifted the boss up and slapped him repeatedly until the boss's mouth was full of blood.

The shopkeeper cried and begged, "I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, sir, have mercy!" Just as the shopkeeper pulled out some silver from his pocket and was about to put it into the scarred man's hand...

A handsome monk walked in and said, "Amitabha, one should not exhaust one's power, one should not enjoy all one's blessings, one should not take all the advantages, and one should not use up all one's intelligence. This benefactor, please do not do evil."

"Hey, where did this little monk come from? He's quite good-looking. Come on, let me take you to the 'Immortal's Hall' for a bit." Scarface had always been a homosexual.

Upon seeing the beautiful monk, he was stunned for a moment, and then a wicked thought arose in his mind. He looked at the monk's bewitching face with a somewhat infatuated expression.

Xianrenguan was the local official residence.

He held a knife to the beautiful monk's neck and told him to follow him or he would kill him.

Everyone knew what the handsome monk was about to face. This group of villains were wicked and did all sorts of evil, not even sparing a monk.

Seeing that the beautiful monk was not afraid of his knife, the scarred man moved closer to the monk's face.

The unpleasant smell from Scarface's mouth made the beautiful monk feel uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes.

Everyone assumed the handsome monk's expression was one of compromise, a sign that he was preparing to endure the scarred man's desecration.

The boss, the waiters, and the guests all turned their heads away, not wanting to look anymore; everyone's heart was heavy.

Just as Scarface was about to pounce on the beautiful monk and kiss his face, he heard the beautiful monk muttering scriptures that no one could understand.

Instantly, blood flowed from the man's seven orifices, he staggered two steps, and collapsed to the ground.

Everything happened so fast, so suddenly.

Lin Ruoshui's eyebrows twitched. She hadn't expected there to be someone with such profound internal strength. Could chanting scriptures shatter a person's internal organs? Lin Ruoshui found this utterly unbelievable.

The other thugs, seeing their leader bleeding from all seven orifices, rushed forward to check on him. They checked his breathing, then suddenly retreated in horror: "Our leader is dead! Quick, report to the authorities!"

Upon discovering the dead body, everyone in the restaurant fled, no one paid their bill, the owner was beaten, and he was in tears. His losses were now enormous.

The handsome monk took out a silver note from his pocket and said, "This is a thousand taels of silver note. Is that enough for you to open another restaurant?"

The shopkeeper, his hands trembling, took the silver note and said, "That's enough, more than enough. Thank you, young master." He then took the money and went back to the backyard.

The thug who reported to the authorities brought in five government officials, pointed at the handsome monk, and said, "It was him who killed the boss."

The constables didn't arrest anyone; instead, they slammed the restaurant door shut. The atmosphere inside the restaurant instantly became tense and oppressive.

The leading constable, a man in his thirties, glared at the beautiful monk and said, "Do you know who died? That was my own brother. You killed my brother, and you think you can leave here alive?"

The beautiful monk asked, "Do you have any evidence to prove that I committed murder?"

The constable, his eyes bloodshot, said, "If it's you, it's you. No evidence needed, just give me your life."

Without saying a word, he raised his knife and chopped at the beautiful monk's head.

The monk remained calm and unhurried. With a slight movement, his figure floated to the opposite side of Lin Ruoshui, who had been sitting there watching the show.

The beautiful monk sat down, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of meat, and said, "I'm a little hungry. This meal is on you, but I'll treat you next time."

After saying that, he put the meat in his mouth and chewed it with relish.

Lin Ruoshui was shocked: "In this kind of occasion and atmosphere, the beautiful monk can still eat so elegantly and noblely. It seems that he is really not an ordinary person."

When the constable saw that he hadn't managed to cut him with his sword, he knew that this person was a master. The constable didn't dare to be careless and signaled his companion to attack together.

The beautiful monk ate slowly and deliberately, taking a bite of vegetables, a bite of meat, and a bite of rice, all with composure.

Lin Ruoshui said to the handsome monk, "Little monk, you are an interesting person."

Five constables slowly approached the beautiful monk from behind, and all five raised their knives at the same time, slashing at his head from different directions.

He clasped his hands together and chanted some incomprehensible scripture. The five tall and burly yamen runners immediately bled from their seven orifices, collapsed to the ground, and died in the same manner as the scarred-face man.

The remaining thugs were terrified when they saw this. Just as they were about to run away, the beautiful monk said, "Carry all the corpses out and clean them up before you leave."

The thugs, their legs trembling, carried the six corpses out together, then came back and mopped the floor.

After the cleanup was complete, one of them asked timidly, "Master, can we leave now?"

The beautiful monk nodded and continued eating his meat.

Lin Ruoshui asked with great interest, "Little master, would you like another bowl of wine?"

The handsome monk glanced at her and then nodded.

Well, this handsome monk truly embodies the saying, "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart."

Lin Ruoshui said to the terrified waiter, "Bring me a pot of good wine!"

The waiter said, "Miss, I'll go to the backyard to change my pants and I'll be right back." With that, he ran back to the backyard carrying his wet pants.

Seeing that the waiter had left, Lin Ruoshui went to the wine rack and grabbed a pot of wine at random, saying, "Little master, you taught me how to kill people by chanting scriptures, and I'll treat you to a drink, how about it?"

The beautiful monk remained silent and continued eating his meat.

Lin Ruoshui persisted, saying, "As long as you're willing to teach me, you can name your price."

The beautiful monk nodded, remaining silent.

"You agreed so easily?" Lin Ruoshui continued, "Little Master, what are your conditions? Tell me."

The beautiful monk took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, squeezed them, and they turned to ashes. He said, "Master has no money left. Disciple, you have to support me."

Lin Ruoshui felt a pang of heartache as she watched the stack of silver notes turn to ashes. She said with great distress, "Master, please don't destroy those silver notes, give them to me. Your disciple loves silver the most."

The beautiful monk ignored him and continued, "Do you agree?"

"Supporting you? No problem, I have plenty of money." Lin Ruoshui patted her chest confidently.

The beautiful monk squinted, looking as if he were asleep.

She poured a glass of wine for the handsome monk, and then poured one for herself. Imitating the way martial arts heroes toast in TV dramas, she said, "Master, your disciple toasts you. Cheers!"

After saying that, she tilted her head back and drank it down. Unexpectedly, the liquor she had taken was the strongest in the restaurant.

She took a big gulp, which made her choke and tears stream down her face.

When the beautiful monk saw the woman choking on the strong liquor, he didn't see her disheveled state, but rather the limpid look in her eyes, the heaving of her breasts, and the swaying of her waist. At that moment, he felt his heartstrings being plucked.

Lin Ruoshui, who had nearly choked to death, took a while to recover before asking, "Master, what's your name? How old are you? Which temple do you practice at?"

The beautiful monk saw Lin Ruoshui blinking her big eyes like a curious child and asking him a question.

He introduced himself calmly: "My name is Xiu Yi, I am 24 years old, 183 centimeters tall, and I am not married yet. I have a father, a mother, and a younger brother. And one more thing I want to emphasize is that I am still a virgin..."

As Lin Ruoshui listened, she felt that Xiu Yi's self-introduction sounded like a 21st-century blind date template. Upon hearing "virgin," Lin Ruoshui hurriedly called for a stop.

Lin Ruoshui stood up and stared at the handsome monk as he walked around twice. She felt that in this strange world, the princes didn't seem like princes, the crown princes didn't seem like crown princes, and the monks didn't seem like monks.

She began to question her existence, wondering if she had been transported to a bizarre and confusing time and space.

As she was pondering, a hidden weapon shot in through the window. It was sharp and fast, emitting a faint green light, and struck Lin Ruoshui in the back.

Xiu Yi reacted quickly, leaping to Lin Ruoshui's side and using her chopsticks to catch the small hidden weapon that was flying through the wind.

In an instant, dozens more hidden weapons flew in, but Xiu Yi, holding Lin Ruoshui, spun around in the air and dodged them one by one.

After landing, Xiu Yi saw that Lin Ruoshui looked like a frightened little rabbit. He touched the back of her neck and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

After the hidden weapons were used up, Xue Ruyu, the garrison commander of Bianyang City, walked into the restaurant with his sword. Soldiers followed in single file, their sharp blades pointing directly at Xiu Yi.

Xue Ruyu said, "A monk killed six people in a row. Do you know that this is a serious crime!"

Xiu Yi looked at Xue Ruyu with her clear, watery eyes, as if he wasn't the one who had just mourned the deaths of six people.

He calmly said, "Sins are inherently empty, created by the mind. When the mind is dead, sins also cease. Without a mind, how can one create sins? Even if there are sins, they are sins committed without intention."

"So you admit it. Men, seize him!" Xue Ruyu pointed her sword at Xiu Yi and commanded.

The soldiers obeyed and stepped forward to capture Xiu Yi. Xiu Yi clasped her hands together and gathered her inner strength around her.

Lin Ruoshui felt that if he made a move, all the soldiers in front of him would die. These soldiers were just following orders, and they should not die.

So she said, "Master, please don't do it yourself. Let your disciple deal with them for you."

Xiu Yi turned to look at Lin Ruoshui and saw "pity" in her eyes, so he lowered his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Lin Ruoshui smiled awkwardly, thinking that her master was really too informal. She didn't use a knife, but instead performed a standard boxing move.

Her whole body tensed, ready to launch an attack at any moment. Suddenly, a soldier rushed forward with a knife. Lin Ruoshui struck the soldier's chest with her slender right fist, and with just one move, the soldier fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

The other soldiers charged at Lin Ruoshui, who fought a fierce and exhilarating battle, each of her punches filled with power and speed.

Each strike was accompanied by a loud thud, as if drawing invisible trajectories in the air.

Xiu Yi watched Lin Ruoshui's moves with curiosity, wondering which school of martial arts she was using. She had no internal energy, yet she was able to strike the opponent's vital points directly. Her movements were swift and decisive, and her attack power was extremely strong.

He smiled, thinking that the beauty in front of him was becoming more and more beautiful.