The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 677
As expected, this old man with abscesses on his face should be a mud bodhisattva who is proficient in divine calculation, but was condemned by heaven for revealing too many secrets.

It's a pity that he is so focused on the fate of heaven that he has no ability to protect himself. He can't even save the lives of his own son and daughter-in-law. After being squeezed out of the last trace of residual value by the latter, I don't know where I died.

As for this poor girl, Xiao Ling, she suffered an indiscriminate disaster at a young age. Her grandfather died, and her fate can be imagined.

You must know that this so-called world of wind and cloud is a world of high martial arts, and the imperial court has almost no sense of existence. The various martial arts sects have become the masters of various places, attacking each other, and each warrior has countless blood in his hands, just to fight against the local people. Residents collect various land rent taxes.

And the Tianxia established by Xiongba was born out of nowhere. Through the conquest of the middle and lower sects and families, and the division of the upper sects, it controlled most of the forces in the Jianghu. At the same time, it also continuously expropriated all kinds of wealth. The majestic and huge continuous building of the main rudder, without endless wealth, how could it have such a large scale.

The emperor in the capital built the palace city, and it was located in a place with convenient transportation. However, Tianxiahui is located in a high mountain, but there are such large-scale buildings. I don’t know how many peasants and people were recruited and how many innocent people died.

This cannibalism of the world.

The old man glanced at Chen Zhao and saw that his face was indifferent, as if turning a blind eye to him. He calculated slightly in his heart, and couldn't help being shocked. While breathing a long sigh of relief, he respectfully said:

"Little old man Ni Bodhisattva, holding granddaughter Ling'er, thank you hero for saving your life."

The little girl Ling'er also let out an exclamation, and hurriedly followed and said: "Little girl Ling'er, I pay my respects to Brother Daxia, thank you Brother Daxia for saving my life."

Brother Daxia?

This little Linger is also cute.

Chen Zhao couldn't help laughing, and said casually: "There is no need to be polite, you can get up."

Ni Bodhisattva only felt his body light up, and a soft force lifted him up. He could no longer bow. He knew that his calculations were good. He met a noble man with strong martial arts. The fate of himself and his little granddaughter seemed to be clearing up. He thought Here, the face is more respectful.

"The respectfulness on this clay bodhisattva's face is extremely proficient. It seems that he has experienced a lot, and practice makes perfect. Hey, this old man is to blame for himself, but he has hurt his descendants.

Chen Zhao thought.

This guy, Clay Bodhisattva, has been obsessed with the art of counting all his life and is almost crazy. It seems that as long as he masters the art of counting, he can understand the secrets of heaven and he will be invincible.

Don't even think about it, he is the world's number one fortune-teller, and he doesn't live in a good big city, so why did he go to this unshitty mountain forest to nest, isn't it because of leaking the secret?

If he had martial arts enough to protect himself, would he still be living so aggrieved?

"Nud Bodhisattva, I have heard your name for a long time. You are the number one fortune-teller in the world. How did you get to this point where you can't even use iron to pout your head?"

Chen Zhao asked indifferently.

"Heroes don't know anything. I leaked too many secrets in my life, and I was punished by heaven. I couldn't keep my wife and son and daughter-in-law. Only Xiao Ling'er was left with me to depend on each other. However, it is so difficult for people in the mountains to survive, and Miyin Temple is urging rent. Constantly, in order to survive, the little old man had no choice but to take Xiao Ling'er up the mountain to collect herbs, hoping to pay the rent and tax in full, so that he could survive."

The Ni Bodhisattva probably figured out that Chen Zhao was not the type to come looking for trouble, so he said everything.

Does Miyin Temple collect rent tax?

Chen Zhao nodded slightly.

Regardless of whether it is the original book or a TV series, this clay bodhisattva lives in seclusion near the Miyin Temple.

There are many full-time monks in Miyin Temple, and it is also a local sect, which owns a lot of fields and shops, but it will not give up collecting taxes on homeowners and hunters.

Whether it is Miyin Temple or Shaolin Temple, full-time monks are the largest power group. High-level monks fight for power, middle-level monks fight in the rivers and lakes, and bottom-level monks are of course responsible for collecting taxes and levying labor from the ruling land.

Without the fists, feet and sticks of the low-level monks, I am afraid there would be no magnificent Buddha statues in Miyin Temple!

As for how the mud bodhisattva is not qualified to farm land for Miyin Temple, you can’t blame Miyin Temple. After all, the big temples have principles. The so-called "good wives plant good fields, bad wives plant bad fields" If there is no wife, there will be no land." Ni Bodhisattva's wife died early, and his daughter-in-law did not survive Xiao Ling'er to grow up. Of course, his family is not qualified to farm.

Therefore, the grandfather and grandson could only go up the mountain every day to collect herbs, and then seek food and clothing after paying the tax.

"I was seriously injured in a fight with a powerful enemy and ended up here. I can't remember some things clearly. Since this is near Miyin Temple, then this is Miyin Mountain, right?"

Chen Zhao asked.

The Ni Bodhisattva has been telling people secrets all year round, and has developed a very talkative personality. He can talk eloquently in front of Xiongba, let alone in front of the savior, he will tell Chen Zhao in detail right now.

This is of course China, but this Miyin Temple is not that Miyin Temple. This Miyin Temple is located in Miyin Mountain, which is also one of the first-class famous mountains and rivers in the Central Plains. However, although the Central Plains now belongs to a unified country , but the presence of the government is very low. Each major sect either occupies a place or dominates a city. There are thousands of cities scattered throughout China, ranging from tens of thousands to tens of thousands in small ones and millions in large ones.Every city exists attached to various sects.The various sects are superior and are the local masters. No matter whether they are high-ranking officials or wealthy squires, they dare not compete with them.

"The little old man and his granddaughter live in a village under the name of Miyin Temple. We are supposed to pay taxes every month, but we can't farm or hunt, so we have to go to the mountains to collect some herbs."

"Miyin Temple? Such a big aura, such a decent family, what's the difference between it and Tianxiahui, Wushuang City?"

Chen Zhao sneered.

"The world is like this, but Tianxiahui and Wushuang City come to the door, there are countless masters, Xiongba and Dugufang are even more masters, and there is only one first-class master in Miyin Temple, monk Fuxu, but for us ordinary people, it is already a shame. Can't wait."

As he said that, the mud bodhisattva had a sad face. He had a face full of abscesses, and the sad appearance made him even more ugly.

His granddaughter Xiao Ling'er snuggled next to him, holding her grandfather's arm tightly, looking well-behaved, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Although she was young, she was not ignorant. She had experienced the hardships of life and knew that her grandfather was talking to a great person. She even vaguely felt that the life and future of their family might change.

It was probably the first time in my life that I met someone from the martial arts world who had no plans for him, so after some conversation, the Ni Bodhisattva became more respectful to Chen Zhao, and Xiao Ling'er also took the opportunity to say: "Brother Hero, if you have nowhere to go, just go Stay at my house."

"Little Linger, why do you want me to go home with you?"

A warm current flowed through his heart, Chen Zhao was slightly taken aback, then asked with a smile.

"You saved grandpa, we should treat you with delicious food. Grandpa said that this is called repayment."

The little girl opened a pair of bright bright eyes, looked at Chen Zhao with confusion and grievance on her face, then turned her head and shouted at the Ni Bodhisattva, "Grandpa, isn't it!"

"Nud Bodhisattva, what do you think?"

Chen Zhao also turned his attention to the clay bodhisattva to see what he said.

"Welcome benefactor to come to my house as a guest. I hope you don't take offense at the poor conditions!"

The mud bodhisattva was of course very welcome. He smiled slightly, with a begging look in his eyes, but the expression on his face was extremely disgusting and terrifying. He grinned and showed two rows of white teeth, and said: "Xiao Ling'er is right, you are ours." The benefactor, the clay bodhisattva is grateful. "

"In that case, then lead the way."

Chen Zhao smiled.

Despite being an emperor countless times, he was deeply influenced by the Red Light Buddha and still wanted to deal with people at the lowest level.

Of course, the most important thing is that he needs to continue to open up the remaining meridians in his body, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and have a preparation for the next stormy world.

Chen Zhao's injuries were mostly healed at this time, and his cultivation base was about to be improved to a higher level. In addition, he had a lot of cards in the reserve space.

"The Clay Bodhisattva deserves to be punished by heaven, but seeing how well-behaved his granddaughter is, it is a pity to die in the hands of a tyrant. Now that she has met her, we must completely save her fate, including the fate of the people in the world." Chen Zhao thought.

Seeing that he agreed, the mud bodhisattva was very happy, and after slightly bowing, he led Xiao Ling'er forward.

"Heroic brother, quickly follow!"

Xiao Linger's face was full of joy, she turned her head and waved again and again, her clever little eyes were full of joy.

"Okay, I'm going to be a guest at Xiao Ling'er's house. What good things will Xiao Ling'er treat me with?"

Chen Zhao chuckled and followed up, joking with Xiao Ling'er with a relaxed expression.

"This one……"

The little girl was a little troubled for a moment, she pouted her mouth and murmured: "Xiao Ling'er's house only has dried pine nuts and all kinds of delicious and delicious fruits in the mountains and forests. Do you like it or not?"

"I like it, of course I like it!"

Chen Zhao laughed and reached out to take the small basket from Xiao Ling'er's hand. Half of it contained various fresh wild fruits and the other half contained some common and special herbs. He held the little girl's tender hand with his other hand and spoke in a voice. He said briskly: "I like everything that Xiao Linger puts out!"

"Cuckoo..."

In the dense and uninhabited mountain forest, the unique melodious, childish smile like a wind chime resounded from the little girl, adding a bit of vitality to the silent mountain forest.

"Brother Daxia, your martial arts are so powerful, which school do you belong to?"

"Brother Hero, have you ever seen a real martial arts master? Are they all three-headed and six-armed?"

"Brother Daxia, can I learn martial arts from you? This way I can help grandpa go into the mountains to collect medicine, and I won't be afraid of big tigers."

Xiao Linger chattered.

Obviously, since she was a child, she has never met a martial arts master who spoke to her so kindly. She quickly recovered her innocence at a young age and was no longer restrained.

(End of this chapter)