I fished out corpses in Wuding River to extract entries

Xie Que was a little stunned: "What do you mean?"

Mu Yongquan put away the scroll with a serious expression.

"This time I attended the Water and Land Conference with the master of the secret sect, just to let all the sects and temples in the world know the news."

"According to the Master, the Emperor has entered Taoism and received the Bodhisattva Precepts in the Shuiyue Zen Temple in Shenjing City."

To receive the Bodhisattva precepts and know it is to become a monk.

But he didn't expect that the Emperor of Zhou was still a Taoist, and his cultivation had reached the point of entering Taoism.

"The Son of Heaven always upholds the Dharma title, which indicates that he will always uphold the Buddha's Dharma in the world."

He clicked his tongue and said, "In the future, those of us who are not Zen sects, as well as those Taoist priests, will have a hard time."

"As for eating fast and bathing, it's up to you. I've already informed you!"

"We can't control it outside the city, but it's very strict inside the city. People need to fast for seven days, and restaurants are not allowed to sell meat or vegetables."

Mu Yongquan asked again: "I heard from Master Nanguang that Master Yuanshun is gone?"

Xie Cao nodded.

Mu Yongquan sighed: "I don't know why Uncle Yuan Shun doesn't want to worship God."

Xie Que asked: "What exactly is worshiping gods?"

Mu Yongquan's tone became deeper: "Worshiping God is the last way out for us warriors."

While Xie Que was still digesting this information, Mu Yongquan walked out of the yard and got on his horse: "I will inform the surrounding villages about this news first, and I will come to you for a drink later."

The horse's hooves raised a cloud of dust and gradually moved away. Xie Que shook the news out of his mind.

After all, this has nothing to do with him. Xie Que thinks that he can only be regarded as a member of the Demon Suppression Division, not a disciple of the secret sect.

After taking a look at the Gou Zhao Seal in his hand, Xie Que went into the kitchen to prepare some food.

Putting Tong Guan and Shen Ning's aside, Xie Que chopped up a few kilograms of beef and cooked it into meat porridge and ate it wholeheartedly.

Heat rose from his stomach. Even though he could eat a lot before, he couldn't eat as much as he does now.

Feeling that the improvement of Qi and blood was no longer as rapid as before, Xie Que sighed secretly.

Now that he was close to the limit of how much energy his body could hold, every bit of progress began to seem extremely difficult.

It's just that Xie Que still doesn't have many ideas for research on limit-breaking forms.

He remembered what Mu Yongquan had just said.

No. 1 in Tianjin!

I don't want to win this title, but it seems good to go and communicate with those masters.

Although he was also in the realm of martial arts master, Xie Que always felt that something was missing.

"As a martial arts prodigy, it should be easy for me to learn a few moves."

Xie Que thought of Broken Bamboo Palm, half of its skills were obtained by stealing from his own master.

He touched his chin and thought, although there are many boxing techniques practiced nowadays, most of them are just commonplace stuff.

The truly powerful martial arts are the treasures handed down from those martial arts schools.

"Even if you are a genius like me, if you just work behind closed doors, it will be difficult to make any progress."

"I have worked hard to practice so many techniques to the point where I am now. What I lack most is communication with my fellow warriors."

Um! comminicate! It’s not considered stealing!

After opening his mind, Xie Que left a note for Shen Ning and prepared to enter the city.

As he passed by several houses, Xie Que suddenly heard a burst of cheers.

He looked up and saw that a farmer's courtyard was crowded with people. There were actually dozens of villagers gathered here.

Xie Que walked curiously and found an old nun in gray robes standing in the middle.

He was a little unfamiliar with this outfit.

The only orthodox Buddhist temple in Jinmen City was the Secret Sect, and all the others were basically beaten to death by the Demon Suppressor.

As for those Taoist temples, they had to pay a large amount of money to the Demon Suppressor every year in order to survive.

Lao Ni stepped on a flower that looked like a newly painted circle.

There was a big water tank in the circle, and the old nun was jumping around the water tank, mumbling something.

Xie Que looked at Lao Ni curiously, but he couldn't understand what she was saying.

Suddenly, there was a scream from the villagers.

Xie Que looked in the direction where the villagers were looking and found a lump of fat suddenly appearing at the bottom of the water tank.

The greasy, white flowers seem to be wriggling and growing, getting bigger and bigger.

The originally turbid water in the tank began to become clear, even so clean that it was somewhat reflective.

Xie Que was a little confused, what kind of ceremony was this?

"Brother Xie is here." A familiar villager called, and Xie Que nodded to him.

One of the villagers said to Xie Que with an enthusiastic expression: "Brother Xie, look at this tank, there is a lot of fat growing."

The old nun was also smiling, clasping his hands and looking at Xie Que.

The owner of the courtyard couldn't help but asked the old nun: "Master, can I eat it?"

The old man nodded: "Of course you can."

As soon as she raised her hand, several villagers rushed forward and took out a large piece of fat meat directly from the vat and put it into their mouths.

Fat dripped from the corners of the villagers' mouths, and Xie Que felt inexplicably nauseated.

"Eat it raw?"

Xie Que stared at the water tank. Less than half of the meat had been eaten by the villagers.

The white flowers on the top are very shiny, while the bottom of the tank is dark brown.

Xie Que stepped forward and took two steps. The villagers enthusiastically moved out of the way, and the owner of the courtyard said, "Brother Xie, let's have a try."

With that said, he took out a handful of fat meat from the water tank and handed it to Xie Que.

Xie Que took it but didn't put it in his mouth.

The meat looked whiter and more tender than any meat Xie Que had ever seen, and it felt very smooth, with a surface that was so oily and smooth that it was slightly reflective.

What on earth is it? Xie Que looked at the piece of meat in his hand and gradually frowned.

The old nun also spoke at this time: "Donator, feel free to eat it, this is what I, the Buddha, gave to the villagers to eat."

Xie Que came back to his senses and looked at the old nun, clasping his hands together: "May I ask where Master Tai is from?"

The old nun replied: "Five Lotus Way."

Xie Que suddenly remembered that it was the Wulian Dao that had caused a lot of trouble in Jinmen City recently.

They distributed food and attracted the faith of many people.

It's just that the people in Wulian Dao are extremely secretive in their actions. They usually parade outside under the guise of some common people and distribute food while hiding themselves.

Both the Demon Suppressing Division and the Xuanjia Army were helpless against them.

Xie Que was also a little surprised to see members of such a secretive sect. He did not expect that Wulian Dao was also a member of the Buddhist sect. No wonder they acted so carefully.

After all, when the Demon-Suppressing Division saw other Buddhist sects in Jinmen City, they all used ruthless measures to eradicate them.

As for the meat, Xie Que didn't dare to judge what it was and whether it was harmful to the human body.

But it must not be normal meat. After all, no meat grows directly in a water tank.

Although Wulian Dao does good things, the Demon Suppression Division still characterizes it as a cult.

Although Xie Que didn't know the whole story, he also knew that this old nun probably didn't have good intentions.

How can any monk give meat to others?

Without saying anything, Xie Que took out a cigarette cartridge from his waist and released it.

That was the signal to summon the Demon Suppressor.

The old nun immediately changed his color: "What does the donor mean?"