Quick travel life mentor system

Chapter 21 Demon Cult Leader and Righteous Knight (Ⅴ)
When Hanze came back to his senses, the Yangchun noodles on the table were already cold. Then he remembered that today was his birthday. Since his adoptive father passed away, he had never celebrated a birthday again. At this moment, he looked at this Bowl of noodles, the mood suddenly became a little complicated.

If he remembered correctly, Suzaku should have brought this over, right?
Hanze tried his best to support himself to get out of bed, and moved to the table bit by bit. The noodles were lumpy and tasted bad, but he still ate them all. When Zhusang came in with his lunch, he was the only one he saw. Staring at the empty bowl in a daze, "Huh? The leader has finished eating the noodles?"

"Ah."

Thinking that Hanze was seriously injured just now, so the lunch was relatively light. Two dishes of vegetarian dishes were served with a bowl of porridge. Hanze had just eaten a big bowl of noodles, how could he still eat, "I... have no appetite..."

Zhu Sang didn't force it either, after all, there were more important things at the moment.

"Master, I have something to tell you..."

"Huh?" Hanze just ate the noodles, and his irritable mood improved a lot, "Say it."

"The leader must also know about the damage to your meridians, right?" Zhu Sang carefully observed Hanze's face while talking, and found that his expression was only gloomy, but he was not angry. Your meridians need the help of Shaolin Temple Wugui Master."

"What?" Hanze couldn't help frowning, "You want to ask that old bald donkey for help?!"

What old bald donkey, is it true that monks have this nickname in all martial arts novels?

"But there is no other way now. Does the leader want to be a useless person for the rest of his life?"

"What did you say?" Han Ze stood up abruptly, but fell back down because of his unhealed injury. He was a little embarrassed at the moment, but he insisted stubbornly, "I don't want to beg that old bald donkey!"

What, why is it like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

Zhu Sang sighed, "Master, this subordinate knows that you are afraid that the other party will refuse, so you will lose face, and you are also afraid that he will do something secretly, don't you? But there is no way, if you are an ordinary person, do you want to be a useless person for the rest of your life? Someone will take care of it, but you are the leader of the Demon Cult, if you can't recover as soon as possible, the Righteous Way will definitely gather quickly to attack the Demon Cult, and then trouble will arise."

"No, if you go to that old bald donkey, wouldn't they know faster?"

"Buddhist disciples value the equality of all living beings. It is often said that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If they refuse, wouldn't that be a slap in the face? What's more, righteous people are most particular about being aboveboard in everything they do. If the Shaolin Temple is open to the public, If I promise to save you, but the righteous people secretly take action against the sect, some hypocrites will definitely stand up to stop it, so the sect leader does not have to worry."

"but……"

"No, but, the leader's injury is not healed, so let's take a good rest. We will set off tomorrow morning."

"Huh? Wait..."

"Subordinates retire."

"Hey……"

I don't know if it's because of the loss of martial arts, but Hanze has become a lot more talkative, maybe there is a way to make him "good".

Shaolin Temple is located in the deep mountains, although it is a bit bleak because of autumn, but it has a different mood. Hanze was carried up all the way because of his injuries, which looks a bit like a dude entering a temple to burn incense.

On Lin Quansheng's birthday before, many people saw Han Ze's appearance, and when they returned to their sect, they drew a portrait to remind the disciples below to be careful.

Therefore, as soon as the disciples sweeping the floor outside the Shaolin Temple saw Han Ze, they immediately recognized Han Ze and turned around to run in. Zhu Sang rushed up and grabbed the little monk, "Young master, don't panic, we are on this trip." If you have something to ask to see Master Wuhui, just let me know from the little master, we will wait outside."

The little monk looked at Zhusang with a pale face, then looked at Hanze behind him with an unfriendly expression, and struggled for a while, "Well... I'll go and tell Master, you...you are not allowed to come in!"

"Okay, thank you little master."

The little monk turned around and went into the temple, and came back after about a quarter of an hour. This time, he obviously calmed down a lot when he came out again, "Please let this female benefactor and demon... benefactor Han go in, and the others will wait outside."

Did he just want to call the leader of the demon sect or the devil?

Zhusang waved her hand, and several people put down the sedan chair. She leaned over to lift Hanze up and entered the Shaolin Temple.

Enshrined in the main hall is the Tathagata Buddha with benevolent eyebrows and good intentions. An old monk is sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha and chanting sutras.

The little monk brought the two of them here, and quickly ran away, as if his life would be in danger if he stayed there for a second longer, so Zhusang had no choice but to temporarily take a futon and let Hanze sit down, and then bowed to the old monk , "Dare to ask... you are the master of no regrets, right?"

The old monk didn't say anything. Zhusang felt that the root of his teeth was a little itchy. These old monks had this problem, pretending to be gods and ghosts, looking unfathomable.

He didn't speak, Zhu Sang simply knelt and sat aside, "Since the master is unwilling to speak, then I will wait, after all, I am young and have plenty of time."

After saying this, I felt the face of the old monk next to me froze, and the sound of chanting stopped.

Wugui sighed, "The benefactor is not forgiving, it's not the attitude of begging."

Pausing for a while, he seemed embarrassed to see no one answered, so he could only continue, "The poor monk already knows what the two benefactors are asking for, and he is willing to do his best, but there is one thing to warn the benefactor, It’s not easy to do it all over again, don’t choose the wrong path.”

Hanze's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"

"The benefactor understands what the poor monk means. Since he wants to heal his wounds, he also asks the benefactor to move to the meditation room."

Han Ze is unwilling to do so, but he has no choice. Now he can't beat anyone and can only be obedient and obedient.

From summer to cold, Hanze stayed in Shaolin Temple for three full years. During these three years, his mind became much calmer. Although he still had a bit of hostility, he was much better than before.

In three years, many things happened in the martial arts world.

Lin Fangchan, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, married his apprentice Wang Zhongyuan. Wang Zhongyuan became the new leader of the martial arts leader. Hanze hadn’t heard from him for three years. Some people wondered if he was dead. The leader, under the impetus of Zhusang, Zhengzheng signed a century-old peace treaty with the Demon Cult, in exchange for the stability of future generations.

Zhusang's mission was completed smoothly.

The ending of the story can be regarded as satisfactory. Wang Zhongyuan has a wife and children, and has concern, so naturally he can't take revenge as before. Although he has regrets in his heart, he still puts down the hatred. Quite a few little monks came crying over their graves, and for a villain, it was a perfect ending.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the task, 500 points will be rewarded, and the balance will be 750 points."

"Can you find something interesting in the next world?"

"The host doesn't have the right to choose tasks independently, but I will try my best."

"Thank you~"

(End of this chapter)