The Peerless Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 754
Ever since Yakesen became the emperor, the monk Xinming has been reduced from the palace to the common people. Unfortunately, he is good at martial arts, but now he is still a beggar. He never forgets that he is a monk.The outfit that came out of Shaolin Temple is now worn again.Seeing a lot of rewards for someone to be captured, he began to guess that it might be related to Li Tianxing.

"Almsgiver, please donate some fast food."

"Go, go." The people in the restaurant couldn't see the monks and Taoist priests: "Where did the bald donkey come from, go away, it's really bad luck!"

A beggar at the door came in with a broken bowl, and said to Xinming, "Do you know the rules? This is our territory. If you want to eat, you must sign up first."

My heart became dull: "Child, I'm not begging for food, I'm just here for alms. And the world is so big, it's all places for monks to ask for alms. How can you say that this is your place?"

"Who's a kid? That's the rule."

Saying that, the child walked up to the guest officer, knelt down and kowtowed: "My lord, please give me two rewards. You must have many sons and blessings. You gave birth to sons, all of whom were first-ranked, and gave birth to daughters. Everyone is sealed."

The guest officer listened very proudly: "Little brat, you are quite good at talking. Come on, this is my uncle's reward for you."

Two coins, wandering around in a broken bowl.Xinming began to doubt life, how come any child is smarter than him, and he can get a meal by kneeling and saying nice things?But the masters of Shaolin Temple said that monks are not beggars, and they cannot kneel down to others, even the Buddha would not allow it.

With helplessness, he walked out of the door.

Coincidentally, a team of officers and soldiers came, and when they saw a child, they pulled the collar: "Little bastard, how old is this year?"

"I'm 12 years old, what are you doing, let me go!"

The officers and soldiers grinned: "The age is about the same, take them away."

Xinming was born to be a troublemaker, so he went up to catch the officer and said, "What's wrong with him? Why do you want to arrest him? Is there any law?"

The officers and soldiers looked at him up and down: "It turned out to be a bald donkey. If you are a woman, I will definitely lock you up. Now the higher ups are going to arrest a woman and a child. We would rather catch the wrong one than let them go. Come on." ...I have nothing to do with you, a stinky monk, so much talk, get out!"

Xinming blocked the way: "No, you can't randomly arrest people."

"What did you say?!" The official rolled up his sleeves: "Grandma, I think you are tired of working, and you dare to take care of such things. Oh... I see, even if you are not a murderer, you are probably a murderer." Comrades, come here! Lock them up together!"

Two yamen servants came up and grabbed Xinming's left and right arms.Xinming's luck shook, and the two fell to the ground.

As soon as the officer and soldier saw it, he immediately drew out his knife: "Good guy, so you have kung fu. Brothers! Copy guys, it's said above, dead or alive!"

Xinming didn't use all his internal energy at all, so he tapped the acupoints one by one, and more than 20 people were fixed here alive.Xinming looked at his fingers, grabbed the little boy, and dragged him away.After running for three or four streets, the people behind should not be able to catch up.Being fixed, he couldn't catch up.

The little beggar stared straight at him: "Are you a martial arts master? Shaolin Temple?"

Xinming smiled bitterly: "My little monk... oh, I am no longer a disciple of Shaolin Temple, because I have learned martial arts from other schools. And... and I am not a master, I just don't want to see them arrest people randomly."

The beggar gave a thumbs up: "That's right, you are really a monk from Shaolin Temple. You are so stupid, I didn't expect martial arts to be so good. How about it, you will follow me in the future, and I will take you into the pole club, and we will have a lot of money." Let’s eat together, if it’s difficult to cook together, how about it?”

The members of the Pole Club are all children, and the oldest is only 17 years old.These children live by begging and live in the Laojun Temple in the east of the city. During the day, when someone comes to offer incense, they go out to beg for food. At night, these children gather together and give the children all the things they need for the day. Boss, put away all the money, buy clothes and wear together, put all the food in the same pot, stir and eat.

When he first entered the courtyard, Xinming thought he was in some wilderness, the ground was full of leaves, and it looked a bit desolate, with nothing to catch the eye, far worse than Shaolin Temple.It's not dark yet, and there are no people there. There is a side hall inside, the floor is covered with straw, and there is a big pot.

The little beggar just sat like this: "Monk, you will live here from now on. You didn't ask for anything today, did you? I got two copper coins, which happens to be one for each of us. It is considered as a condition for you to join the club. When the sun goes down, the boss and the others They will all come over, there are many brothers, I will introduce you slowly."

Xinming asked: "Are there many of you? Is it the beggar gang?"

"It's not the Gang of Beggars, it's the Pole Club." The little beggar said curiously, "You know the Gang of Beggars? A year ago, members of the Gang of Beggars rebelled and made trouble, and the emperor killed many of them. There is no Gang of Beggars for dozens of miles around the capital." We are beggars, we just want to beg for food, but we dare not call ourselves the beggar gang, otherwise the government will not let us go."

After the sun went down, more than 100 people came back from the yard, all boys, the oldest boy was lucky, and when they got steamed buns and silver coins, they put all the things they wanted on the ground, and they were all hungry. The child only eats one meal a day and one night.There is no way, I dare not steal my mouth, otherwise the boss will go crazy, and the hungry and thinner will be able to get things.

"Put everything here," said the boss.

The little beggar walked up to the boss: "Brother, I made a new friend today. The government wants to arrest me. He saved my life."

The boss didn't bother to look at Xinming: "I told you earlier, don't go to Luojia Hutong, the local government is investigating, and you can't do it unless you find some killer. You still have to go."

"Brother, the customers over there are richer."

The boss looked at Xinming at the back, he was a little drunk at this age: "Such a big man? He is still a monk. Looking at his clothes, he looks like he came from Shaolin Temple. Lao Jiu, why do you take people home casually? Do you still understand?" Know the rules."

Xinming stepped forward: "I'm just passing by."

The little beggar whispered a few words in the ear of the boss, and then pointed to the copper coins in the bowl: "Brother, look, he wants the money, come here and hand it in."

It's easy to do things if you have money, and the boss looks reluctant: "Well, since you have paid the membership fee, you will hang around here from now on, but we don't care about your age here, if you come late, you will be ranked behind the old 130 three, count you It's the old 130. You must abide by the rules here, otherwise you will violate the rules of the club and your hands will be cut off."

No way, it's just a pole club made up of such little kids, and there are such terrible rules that they will chop off people's hands if they have nothing to do.

Xinming made self-defense: "Little brother, you misunderstood, I am not a beggar, I am not a monk, I just came out to alms, hungry, it's that simple."

(End of this chapter)