Comprehensive martial arts begins with the successor of the Seven Swords

Chapter 108 The official village without martial arts 【Please subscribe · Ask for a monthly ticket】

Qi Lin really only helped Tsering Gonpo retrieve the missing yak, and it didn't take any effort.

But he made two demands to Tsering Gonpo:
[-]. It is not allowed to recite Buddhist scriptures in front of Qi Lin, and call Qi Lin a god;
Second, don't kneel and kowtow at every turn, and speak well in front of Qi Lin.

What Qi Lin needs now is a normal person who can communicate well, not a sycophant who only kneels and kowtows to him.

Tsering Gonpo was overjoyed when he saw the yaks he was running, and wanted to kneel down to Qi Lin, but looking at his stern eyes, he immediately remembered the agreement just now, stabilized his knees on his legs, and carefully asked.

"Then what should I call you? For a noble and kind-hearted person like you, I definitely can't call you by your name, or the Buddha will punish me!"

"Just call me Mister!"

Qi Lin actually doesn't mind being called by his first name.But seeing Tsering Gonpo's refusal to back down, he had no choice but to say that casually.

Then what he said, Mr., was automatically understood by Tsering Gonpo as the title of the monks and living Buddhas in the temple, which has almost the same meaning as a god.

"Master, thank you for finding the yak for me. Please come to my house and let me entertain you!" Tsering Gonpo sincerely invited Qi Lin.

Qi Lin did not refuse the invitation. He originally hoped to find an opportunity to find out the social situation in the western region.

Tsering Gampo, a local, is a good entry point.

Tsering Gonpo drove the cattle back, and asked Qi Lin to sit on the back of the cattle, and said, "Shouldn't a noble person like you walk with your own feet?"

Qi Lin asked curiously: "Don't tell me your masters don't rely on their own feet when they travel?"

"Of course!" Tsering Gonpo replied: "Masters travel by car or sedan chair. Only some masters in the temple choose to walk for their own practice."

Qi Lin frowned and said: "There are always roads that cars can't pass, mountains that sedan chairs can't climb, and rivers that boats can't pass. At that time, what should your gentlemen do?"

"Let me carry it." Tsering Gonpo looked unhappy, as if he remembered the past: "One of my uncles accidentally fell down when he was carrying the master. It's kind of a chieftain, but he just cut it off. He failed to grab the master's hands, and Tan Hou drove him out of the village."

Qi Lin didn't ask, the unkind approach is just like that, and he still has some understanding of how cruel the punishment created by human beings can be.

The landlords in the world are generally black, and the landlords in the Central Plains tortured the mud-legged people who dared to resist, no worse than their counterparts in the Western Region.

Qi Lin didn't ask about these unhappy things, but instead asked about the Buddhist principles believed by the monks here.

Serfs like Tsering Gonpo are not qualified to talk about Buddhism. What they can and should do is to serve the chieftains as cattle and horses, and then wait for the next reincarnation.

When Qi Lin mentioned this to him, Tsering Gonpo was very excited and told all about the surrounding temples.

While talking, the two walked towards the mountain along a mountain road where talents came out.

Wangbu chieftain's official village was built on the mountain, and Qi Lin looked around, surrounded by cliffs, and only the road under their feet led to the official village built on the mountain.

And this so-called Guanzhai is actually a small settlement surrounded by stone walls, with colorful flags stuck on the stone walls, and sentries with knives standing under the flags.

Qi Lin asked curiously: "Tsering Gonpo, you don't grow mulberry and raise silkworms here, and you don't have cotton and hemp ropes. How can you get so many colorful flags?"

He didn't see a few large-scale reclaimed lands along the way, and those scattered lands were also planted with food crops.

As for weaving cloth with wool, the biggest problem is the output. If these chieftains raise cattle and sheep on a large scale, they must be paid to death.

Tsering Gonpo replied: "I heard from the housekeepers that these cloths were brought by caravans from the west. I have never seen them, and no one told me about them in detail."

"Master, what do you care about these cloths?"

Qi Lin shook his head and didn't answer, but he was actually relieved.

Since there is a caravan coming and going, it proves that the chieftains here are still in contact with the outside world, so they know at least more news about the poisoning than those old almanac records recorded by Tianwaitian.

Soon before arriving at the gate of the village, Tsering Gonpo wanted to explain Qi Lin's origin to the gatekeepers. The official village is not a city, and the chieftains here naturally resist outsiders.

Because the owners of these official villages only want to maintain the status quo and safeguard their own status and interests, and any new things may break this stable status quo, which is unacceptable to the chieftains.

"Keep going!" Qi Lin pressed Tsering Gonpo's shoulder.

Tsering Gonpo was obedient, and the guards guarding the gate acted as if they hadn't seen Qi Lin, and let them pass by.

"Master, how did you do it? It's almost like a miracle!" Tsering Gonpo's respect for Qi Lin was even higher.

Qi Lin smiled slightly, but did not explain. He just used the Great Light Sword to interfere with the aura of the guards at the door, causing their five senses to fall into temporary chaos, and it was not really possible to be invisible.

Tsering Gonpo, who knows no martial arts at all, can't understand these concepts, and only regards what Qi Lin did as a miracle.

"Tsering Gonpo, don't you guys practice martial arts here?" Qi Lin was curious about this question from the beginning.

In the Central Plains and the Western Regions, martial arts like Zhishui swordsmanship are rare, but ordinary martial arts are considered bad. It is nothing more than that the landlords and officials have resources and are easy to practice, while the people at the bottom have no resources to practice!
But in this official village, there is no shadow of martial arts at all.

If the chieftain deliberately held force in his own hands, serfs like Tsering Gonpo would be fine if they didn't know about it.

The guard guarding the gate didn't look like he had practiced any martial arts at all, he just looked a little stronger than ordinary people, that's all.

Or, martial arts in the western region do not require true energy?
Qi Lin couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart. When Tsering Gonpo went to return the yak to the person in charge, he opened the Great Bright Sword, covering the entire official village, and inspected the official village from the outside to the inside. Everyone's qi machine, to distinguish whether they have true qi or other strange energies.

The result is nothing, the people in the whole official village are almost like ordinary people, there is nothing special, let alone the aura of warriors.

But just when Qi Lin was about to look back, in the center of the village, among the tallest buildings, a pure spiritual power suddenly burst out and rushed towards Qi Lin.

Qi Lin frowned, and wanted to play with the other party, but thought that Tsering Gonpo would be affected by himself.

He didn't get entangled with the other party, and directly put away the Great Bright Sword Realm, abruptly cutting off the connection between that spiritual power and its master.

"Master, let's go!"

After handing over the yak, Tsering Gonpo took Qi Lin to his home.

And in the middle of the official village, a middle-aged man in a red monk's robe suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Living Buddha, are you okay!"

The owner of the village, chieftain Wangbu, saw such a scene, and his heart beat with fright.

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