I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"Of course." Qin Yao lowered his arms and silently put away the golden body of the dharma minister: "A Taoist priest who is like a fake."

The old abbot twitched his cheeks slightly, and said: "You are a Taoist priest, how can you know Buddhist supernatural powers, and even cultivate them to such a profound level."

Qin Yao said calmly: "Buddha is the way. In essence, Buddhist supernatural powers are no different from Taoist supernatural powers. They are just a skill."

The old abbot: "..."

If you say that, it would be pure bullshit for me to refute you.

But the problem is that Buddhist supernatural powers need advanced Dharma as a support. You, a Taoist priest, don’t study Taoism well and study Dharma all day long?
"May I ask the abbot, is that young divine monk named Fa Hai in the temple?" Uncle Jiu said at the right time to avoid silence between the two sides.

The old abbot shook his head slowly, and said: "He has gone out for a wandering trip, and he sent a letter a few days ago, saying that he temporarily stopped in a town called Chehe. If you are determined to find him, go and ask about Chehe. Where is the town?"

"Thank you abbot." Uncle Jiu saluted.

"Thank you abbot." Qin Yao saluted.

The old abbot waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and go. If you go late, you won't see anyone. Fahai rarely stays in the same place for too long."

The two thanked again, then turned around and walked towards the sea, stepped on the waves, and quickly disappeared from the eyes of the monks.

"Master, you told them Fa Hai's whereabouts so easily, isn't it a bit..." A big monk came to the old abbot and said softly.

"A little sloppy?" The old abbot answered.

The great monk was silent for a moment, and then said: "What I want to say is, in case they are Fa Hai's enemies..."

The old abbot interrupted: "If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to let them go to Fa Hai? Naturally, he will take care of the troubles caused by Fa Hai. Looking at the entire Jinshan Temple, who has the strength to cover for him?"

The great monk was speechless.

a few days later.

It was cloudy and windy, but the long street in Chehe Town was full of bonfires and buzzing with people, as if a grand celebration temple fair had started.

At the intersection of Long Street, in a wide open space.

Many hideous and ugly people wrestled together, and more onlookers smiled excitedly and clapped their hands in applause. Their expressions of madness were not much worse than those of the beaters.

In a short time, when many onlookers couldn't hold back their restlessness and rolled up their sleeves to join the group fight, two Taoist priests, one strong and one thin, stepped into the town along the intersection and witnessed the increasingly chaotic fight.

"Hi brother, please ask, why are they fighting? Are they fighting for something?" Uncle Jiu tugged the sleeve of an old man and asked politely.

"Do you need a reason to fight?" the wrinkled old man asked in surprise.

Ninth Uncle: "???"

Don't you need a reason to fight?

No reason to fight what?

While he was in a daze of astonishment, a thin man suddenly leaned against him, looking as if he was about to hit him, but was kicked on the arm by Qin Yao, who was guarding Uncle Ninth's side, and his body was not affected. He fell to the ground in a controlled manner.

"What do you want to do?"

Uncle Jiu quickly came back to his senses, and lowered his eyes to look at the mischievous man on the ground.

"I want to steal something from you." The man said frankly.

Uncle Jiu was puzzled: "Can't you see that I'm a Taoist priest?"

"I can see it, so what?" The man said: "Whether I steal you or not depends only on whether I want to steal you, not on your identity."

Uncle Jiu: "So righteous and confident...don't you feel ashamed of your actions?"

"Stealing is my profession, just like being a Taoist priest is your profession." The man said confidently, "Are you ashamed of being a Taoist priest?"

Ninth Uncle: "???"

At this time, Qin Yao could see that the people living in this town did not understand etiquette, justice, and shame. In other words, there is no soil for survival here at all.

Here, there is no good, and naturally there will be no corresponding evil.

"Do you have anything else to do? If it's okay, I'll leave first, and I'm going to steal the next moment's target." The man asked.

"Snapped."

Qin Yao slapped the guy who didn't look very pumped to the ground, raised his leg and kicked him again, kicking him right in the chest, kicking him into the air and smashing into the fighting crowd.

The villains hit by him punched him one after another, and after a while, his face was covered with blood, and he was limp and limp in a pool of blood.

Uncle Jiu opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Even though he traveled from south to north in the first half of his life, he has never seen such an absurd town!

"Vicious dog, there are newcomers in town, let's try their quality."

Outside the battlefield, in front of the meat stall, a middle-aged man dressed as a divination master and holding a long gray flag in his right hand said lightly.

Inside the meat stall, a sturdy man with big shoulders and round waist grabbed the greasy butcher knife on the table and walked straight towards Qin Yao's master and apprentice with a fierce look.

Along the way, those fighting guys made way for him one after another, and many of them even followed behind him with a fierce face, like a fox pretending to be a tiger, or like an accomplice's retinue.

"Is there something wrong?" Seeing him passing through the crowd and stopping in front of him with more than a dozen thugs, Uncle Jiu asked calmly.

"Outsider?" The strong man asked blankly, as if he was interrogating the prisoner.

Uncle Jiu frowned: "That's right."

"Chehe Town is very dangerous." The strong man pointed back at the people who were fighting, and said with staring eyes: "It is even more dangerous for you outsiders to come to Chehe Town. If there is no one to protect you, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive tonight. .”

Uncle Jiu: "So?"

"So!" The strong man patted his chest and said, "Hand over your belongings, and my vicious dog can keep you safe."

After buffering for this period of time, Uncle Jiu was no longer surprised by the situation, and turned to Qin Yao and said, "You can handle it."

Qin Yao chuckled, and came to the vicious dog from behind Uncle Jiu, looking down at the other's ugly face: "I'm going to hit you on the left cheek."

With a fierce look in the eyes of the vicious dog, he suddenly took out a sharp butcher's knife from his arms, and stabbed Qin Yao in the chest.

"Snapped."

Qin Yao slapped him on the left side of the face, and the powerful force instantly knocked him to the ground, and the butcher's knife fell to the ground with a ding.

The brawlers who saw this scene seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and they all looked at them blankly, and the originally noisy environment became quiet because of this.

Qin Yao leaned over and grabbed the vicious dog by its collar, lifted it from the ground, and said indifferently, "This time, hit you on the right cheek."

The vicious dog bared its teeth, endured the pain on its face, and rushed towards Qin Yao angrily.

"Snapped."

Qin Yao slapped the opponent's right cheek with his backhand, and this time the attack was even more ruthless. Several bloody teeth were abruptly pulled out and thrown into the air.

Then, the vicious dog fell to the ground with a bang, unable to get up for a long time.

There was silence.