The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 119 stay temporarily
The rivers and lakes are like a big net. The Qingcheng faction has been able to stand in Sichuan for so many years, and there must be some connections. Like this special situation, Huixin has already experienced it.

If it weren't for the fact that the Qingcheng faction was really outrageous and caused anger and grievances, Hui Xin didn't want to force it out.

The way down the mountain has never been as happy as it is today.

It's just that at the bottom of the mountain, a group of villagers in tattered clothes had already gathered around. Seeing Hui Xin's face, they hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed!
"Divine Monk, thank you Divine Monk for eliminating a great evil in Chuancheng. We are extremely grateful!"

The old man in front of him was undoubtedly Zhu San, and those disciples who had just escaped from the Qingcheng School were all captured by them.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just subjugating demons and eliminating demons, everyone, please rise up, there is no need to be polite!"

Huixin sighed and helped Zhu San up.

"The old man was afraid that you would be assassinated by the gangsters in Qingcheng like the heroes of the rivers and lakes a few times ago, so he made up his mind to gather all the villagers within [-] miles of the surrounding area. I didn't expect that you were really a Bodhisattva. Save us from trouble!"

"No matter what you say, the poor monk is just an ordinary monk, not a Bodhisattva. The Qingcheng sect has been wiped out by the poor monk. In the future, you don't have to worry about someone extorting your money, murdering your life, and oppressing the good and innocent!"

"Father, have you seen it? The sky has eyes. Daddy, you should rest in peace! Wuwuwu, thank you benefactor!"

"Tweety, I'm sorry for not taking good care of you. The Huixin Divine Monk has avenged you. Now, now, have you seen it?"

The villagers present fell to the ground and cried loudly, venting all their grievances at this moment.

Huixin didn't try to comfort her, and she didn't know how to do so. This world is made up of these most lovely people. Although this is no longer the world of deer and cauldrons, Huixin has never forgotten that if she wants to make a country prosperous and strong, at least It is necessary to let the people at the lowest level have enough food and clothing, have little to learn, and have something to rely on when they are old!
They have always been small and safe, and they don't have too much ambition.

"Get up quickly, everyone. The poor monk intends to use the treasure land here to do a ritual ceremony for those who died innocently because of the Qingcheng faction. This matter will be temporarily handed over to the village head Zhu San, and the ill-gotten gains here will also be taken away." How about all being assigned by village chief Zhu San?"

With a wave of Huixin's hand, twenty boxes of iron boxes with seals appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Zhu San opened one box, and it was full of shining silver ingots.

"Benefactor, you really have the heart of a Bodhisattva. We, how can we accept it? Folks, what do you think?"

Zhu San hesitated, closed the box, and looked at the villagers seriously.

"Yes, although we are poor, we also have the backbone. We earn money with our hands and spend it with peace of mind. We cannot accept the money from our benefactor!"

"Can't accept it!"

"Can't accept it!"

Huixin encountered such a situation for the first time, but she was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Perhaps everyone should be oppressed by the Qingcheng faction, and many of you should have borrowed money from the Qingcheng faction. It should be given to you, if you don't want it, the poor monk has an idea."

Zhu San hurriedly said, "Master, please tell me, as long as we can do it, we will definitely follow you!"

"Well, the poor monk will distribute the money on his behalf."

Good fortune is hard to give up, and this group of lovely villagers can resist the temptation. It seems that they are not simple people.

"This money, the poor monk plans to invest in private schools, medical clinics and farms. Firstly, it can improve everyone's life, and secondly, it can also be counted as the principal. Use this money to make money!"

Zhu San stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "The benefactor is right. Giving people fish is not as good as giving them fish. Private schools can indeed change fate. The old man agrees, and medical centers can also treat patients with immeasurable merit. I don't understand the old man on the farm."

Huixin smiled slightly and said, "The farm is naturally related to agriculture. The poor monk has observed that there are not many rivers around here, and they have been dry for a long time. You all rely on the production of the land to live, and the farm is just to make everyone live better. , lack of water, food and supplies, you can buy these, or dig a well, but the farm really needs to get crop seeds that can survive in arid lands, if you have it, you don’t have to do this when you encounter a severe drought.”

"If there is such a crop, wouldn't it be possible to never go hungry? Do you know what it is?"

Others also looked at Huixin with eager eyes.

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't know, but there are always people in the world who know that the farm needs everyone's help to build it, so this money is useful. Apart from daily expenses, you can also set up chambers of commerce and do business. In short, you can use this money Whether you want it or not, Huixin will never take it back."

Zhu San was disappointed at first, and then he was shocked and said, "Benefactor, the old man took a look, and the sum of gold and silver is at least 10,000+ taels. I'm afraid we won't be able to keep this writing, if so."

Huixin pondered for a moment, and said, "It's okay, since the poor monk said so, I have the assurance of the poor monk. These poor monks of gold and silver will invite Shaolin masters to set up a Shaolin branch temple here, and sit here for a period of time, waiting for everyone's life. If something changes, the poor monk will naturally leave."

Save people to the end, send Buddha to the west.

It's not that Huixin hasn't thought about this matter, if he doesn't encounter it, it's fine, if he encounters it, he will naturally deal with it to the end, and he has been an emperor, so he naturally knows what is most important to the people, that is, food, silk and cloth. silver.

These things are indispensable, but look at the villagers in front of them, all of them are pale and thin, and lack of nutrition. If they leave like this, won’t they live up to the original intention of destroying the Qingcheng faction?

So it has to stay for a while, and Shaolin's brand name is very useful in the martial arts, it is not in vain, and Shaolin can also gain fame and fortune, which is a win-win thing.

"Wonderful, we don't know how to thank you!"

The villagers cheered, if Huixin can stay here to sit in town, even if he is a cow or a horse, it will be better than no one to protect him.

The Qingcheng faction is a first-class sect here, and even the Qingcheng faction is no match for Huixin, so who would dare to bully them.

Although Huixin could see what they were thinking, but now was not a good time to refuse, and just after giving them hope, he turned around and left. It was not his character to give up halfway.

"Master, what are they going to do?"

Some villagers, Wuhuada bound, escorted the disciples of the Qingcheng School who had been abolished by Huixin, and came to Huixin.

"Well, let them go. They have been deprived of martial arts by the poor monk, and they can no longer come out to do evil. If there are evildoers among them, you should deal with them yourself, and the poor monk will not intervene."

There is nothing wrong with being stuck here, Huixin has long wanted to leave a legacy in the world of Xiaoao, instead of just being a passer-by, because it may not be so easy to advance to a new level again.

Those Qingcheng sect disciples naturally couldn't survive, and were brutally beaten to death on the spot by those angry villagers.

"Amitabha, is there a temple nearby? The poor monk plans to place an order in the temple here first, and the poor monk intends to do something, and the monks here also need to cooperate!"

Zhu San shook his head and said with a wry smile, "The god monk doesn't know something. The Qingcheng sect is very powerful, and it is very serious to exclude dissidents. The surrounding martial arts families and sects have been threatened by the Qingcheng sect. They have already moved and died. Otherwise, can you stay at the old man's house first?"

(End of this chapter)