The monk in black led the way, leading the way with three or five little beggars. He walked familiarly through the streets and alleys of the city, turning left and right. He actually found the road faster than the beggars who thought they were local snakes, and found the distance to the city the fastest.

The nearest restaurant.

As soon as the group of people approached, they smelled the smell of cooking pot, and the smell of cooked porridge and rice was even more tempting. It was the time to sell dinner. However, the restaurant was full of guests, most of them with ferocious faces, not kind ones.

generation.

Today, some people failed to complete the unprofitable business of licking blood with the blade of a knife. They were angry at the little beggars who came to the door. They glared at them angrily and released a faint murderous intent. The beggars jumped on the spot in shock. Only then did they realize that they were afraid and started to cry.

Hiding behind the monks who broke the precepts, they stuck their heads out one after another, relying on Cizhou as their backer, and made faces at the charlatans, finally regaining some face.

Considering the little beggar's young age, many people laughed it off, but among them there was a rough man with shallow eyelids who was originally in a bad mood. He didn't expect that even the beggars in the city dared to behave in front of him, so he thought of himself.

How can I bear this ugliness? I just calmed down and stood up with a loud sound. I put my right hand on the handle of the knife and looked like I was going over to settle accounts.

At the same time, the monk in black was discussing with the restaurant manager, using the copper coins he had just obtained for alms, to buy a large portion of rice porridge to satisfy the hunger of the little beggar behind him.

The businessmen who were able to gain a foothold in the troubled Jincheng, open shops and do business, were all ruthless people who carried out business with a knife, and used the method of raising the price to get rid of the situation.

According to usual practice, a dozen big bucks would be enough to buy a large bucket of rice porridge and feed a group of fifty escort guards from the Chamber of Commerce. When it was the turn of the monk in front of me, I don’t know where in his mind he made the mistake.

Such a taboo, the restaurant manager just doubled the price and insisted on paying one copper coin for a spoonful.

Just when the two sides were bargaining, the reckless man rushed over at a snail's pace. He was obviously looking for trouble with the little beggar, but actually saw the copper coins in the hands of the monk who broke the precepts, thinking that the other party was also a fellow gangster with a lot of money in his pocket.

When the goods are full, I’m ready to come over and discuss things with the “adults”.

After all, Cizhou was a martial arts master who had caused great disasters in the martial arts world of the Central Plains and managed to escape unscathed. He sensed an approaching murderous aura and calmly looked sideways, realizing that the person who came was just a third-rate swordsman.

Then he snorted coldly.

"Good, good! The donor is so angry that he doesn't know why he came?"

When the mangy man first heard a cold snort from the monk opposite him, his heart felt like thunder struck down, his ears roared, and his eyes flashed with stars. He actually stopped on the spot. After years of life and death experience, his body reacted instinctively.

It's a pity that this third-rate swordsman is in a restaurant, and there are countless fellows behind him. If he hesitates to move forward at this time, after tonight, he may become a laughing stock among his brothers.

His wealth and life are not important, but his reputation is important. Even if he knows that the monks in front of him are not easy to deal with, he still has to bite the bullet and hold on to the end.

"You're such a ignorant monk. The restaurant is a place where beggars can enter and exit. Get out of here quickly and don't expose the eyes and ears of the many heroes in the restaurant."

A reckless man also knows how to behave and does not dare to speak too harshly. When faced with the situation, he will use the excuse that the law does not blame others and does not dare to take everything on himself.

Cizhou didn't say much and said seriously: "In the eyes of a poor monk, all living beings are equal, regardless of wealth or poverty. He doesn't know the difference between a homeless beggar in the city and a wandering swordsman in the rivers and lakes."

The reckless man did not expect that in the eyes of the monks across the street, his skills were no different from those of a little beggar. After all, he was too accustomed to the world and was afraid of ruining his reputation, so he couldn't help but draw his sword out of its sheath.

The monk who broke the precepts saw the light of the sword, and in a daze he saw the little beggar behind him dying in a pool of blood. Knowing that love is the power to break the chaos of cause and effect, he naturally took the karma of killing into his body.

"The poor monk is good at reading people's faces. If the donor's hall is darkened and there is a blush between the eyebrows, I'm afraid there will be bad luck. There will be a bloody disaster in the near future. You need to be careful in your words and deeds. Maybe you can avoid one or two disasters."

The reckless man never expected that when his own weapon was revealed, the monk opposite him would dare to show off his words. He thought about the fellow Jianghu people behind him, most of whom were watching the excitement, so he knew that he had no way out, and couldn't help but feel angry, blaming the black man in his heart.

The monk refused to give in and put all the blame on Ci Zhou.

"Damn bald donkey, you dare to show off your spirit even when you are about to die."

Before he finished speaking, the mangy man let go of the five fingers of his left hand, and the scabbard suddenly fell to the ground. He made a move with his right hand, "Sword Split Huashan", and directly took the leader of the Six Yangs of the black-clothed monk.

At the entrance of the restaurant, in the dim twilight, a flash of bright sword light turned into a sword and rolled towards the head of the monk who broke the precepts. Cizhou sighed secretly, put his hands together and chanted "Good, good!".

It was too late, but it was too late. The black-clothed monk struck back with both hands, and actually used "empty hand to catch the white blade", firmly clamping the sword on the head, and instantly blocked the rough man's sword move.

At this time, this third-rate swordsman discovered that the monk's fleshy palms opposite him were made of copper and iron. Not only did they hold the blade without any damage, they also seemed to have roots, not to mention falling down.

, he couldn't even close the knife and withdraw it.

"That's unreasonable!"

The rude man cursed loudly, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He simply put his left hand on his hands and exerted force with both hands at the same time. He was bound to overwhelm the monk opposite with one breath.

Unexpectedly, just when this third-rate swordsman was going all out, the broken monk clamped the blade of the sword with both hands and pressed it down violently. In an instant, the strength of the man was relieved. The ten fingers clamped on the back of the sword turned to press the blade, and he suddenly fell.

Roll it up and lift it towards the person's neck.

With a "pop", a red light burst out, blood spattered from the back of the man's neck, and a series of gurgling sounds came out of his mouth. The muscles in his body spasmed and contracted due to severe pain, and he fell backwards twitchingly.

The loud chatter in the restaurant suddenly stopped, like a chicken or a duck being pinched by someone's neck, or like a monkey that was vigilant after witnessing the killing of a chicken.

Ci Zhou did not let go, and gently supported the man to lie down slowly: "Good, good! Even the poor monk said that the benefactor will be in a bloody disaster in the near future, but he did not want to lend my hand, but he fulfilled your fate. Time is also fate.

Yes, luck!"

In the restaurant, there were a lot of heroes, and many of them witnessed their colleague die in one move. Even a third-rate swordsman with only a strong sense of bravery was still very difficult to deal with. He didn't expect that he could be killed so easily.

He died, and someone borrowed his head to establish his authority, so he couldn't help but shake his head and ignore it.

Even the "close friend" who sat at the same table with this reckless man didn't have many plans to stand up for others. He held the mentality that the matter had nothing to do with him, and didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Similar.

The unspeakable silence slowly dissolved. Some people dared to whisper, and some whispered to each other in low voices. They looked at the black-clothed monk with eyes that were mostly wary, some disdainful, and even more dissatisfied.

As for the little beggars, maybe they are used to seeing death in the city, so they don't have much fear. After all, they are more afraid of hunger. No one left at all, but they stubbornly gathered behind the black monk, waiting for the bowl promised by the monk.

Rice porridge.

At this time, the shopkeeper of the restaurant saw Ci Zhou, a monk who had broken the precepts, stood up and started to buy porridge with a smile on his face. Even though he had been doing business with a knife for many years and had set up a pole in Jincheng to do business for a long time, this was the first time he saw such a maverick monk.

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"Monks, Taoists, women and children should not be ignored!"

The owner of the restaurant silently recited the rules of walking in the world, and felt inexplicably weak. He didn't dare to raise the price, nor did he dare to turn around to greet the waiter. He didn't dare to take his eyes off the monk in black, and directly waved to the waiter who had been standing at the door for a long time.

The little beggars each received a large spoonful of thick rice porridge.

At the same time, he also took a stack of copper coins from the hands of the monk Cizhou, who had broken the precepts. Without counting or looking at it, he threw it into the secret pocket of his sleeve without any sparkle.

It wasn't until the monk in black led the beggars away with satisfaction that the tense atmosphere in the restaurant calmed down. The wealthy people began to talk and laugh again, and many people guessed the identity of Cizhou, the monk who had broken the precepts.
Chapter completed!