I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

"Of course." Qin Yao put down his arms and silently put away the golden body of the Dharma: "He is a genuine Taoist priest."

The old abbot's cheek twitched slightly and said: "How can you, a Taoist priest, know the Buddhist magical powers and even cultivate them to such a profound level?"

Qin Yao said calmly: "Buddha is Tao. In essence, Buddhist magical powers are no different from Taoist magical powers. They are just skills."

Old abbot: "..."

If you say that, it will be pure arrogance for me to refute you.

But the problem is that Buddhist magical powers need to be supported by profound Buddhist teachings. How can a Taoist priest not study Taoism well and study Buddhism all day long?

"May I ask, Abbot, if the young monk named Fa Hai is in the temple?" Uncle Jiu said in a timely manner in order to avoid an awkward moment between the two parties.

The old abbot shook his head slowly and said: "He went out to travel around the mountains. He sent a letter a few days ago, saying that he was temporarily stopped in a town called Chehe. If you are determined to find him, go and inquire about Chehe. The town is somewhere."

"Thank you, Abbot." Uncle Jiu saluted.

"Thank you, Abbot." Qin Yao followed and saluted.

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

The two thanked them again, then turned and walked toward the sea, stepping 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 great monk came to the old abbot and spoke softly.

"A bit hasty?" the old abbot answered.

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

The old abbot interrupted: "If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to let them find Fahai? Naturally, he has to deal with the trouble Fahai caused. Looking at the entire Jinshan Temple, who has the strength to take care of him?"

The great monk was speechless.

A few days later.

The weather was overcast and windy, but the long street of Chehe Town was filled with bonfires and bustling people, as if a grand celebratory temple fair had begun.

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

Many people with hideous and ugly faces struggled together, and more onlookers smiled excitedly and clapped their hands in applause. Their expressions were no less crazy than those of the attackers.

A short while later, when many onlookers could no longer suppress their restlessness and rolled up their sleeves to join in the fight, two Taoist priests, one strong and one thin, walked into the town along the intersection and witnessed the increasingly chaotic fight.

"Hello, brother, please ask, why are they fighting? Are they fighting over something?" Uncle Jiu tugged on the old man's sleeve and asked politely.

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

Uncle Jiu: "???"

Don’t you need a reason to fight?

Why fight if there is no reason?

While he was stunned and dazed, a thin man suddenly came close to him. It looked like he was about to hit him, but Qin Yao, who was guarding Uncle Jiu, kicked him in the arm. He fell to the ground in a controlled manner.

"What do you want to do?"

Uncle Jiu quickly came to his senses and looked down at the man with sinister eyebrows on the ground.

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

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

"I see, so what?" the man said, "Whether I steal from you or not depends only on whether I want to steal from you, not on your identity."

Uncle Jiu: "So justified... Aren't you ashamed of your actions?"

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

Uncle Jiu: "???"

At this time, Qin Yao saw that the people living in this town did not understand etiquette, justice, and integrity. In other words, etiquette, justice, integrity, and shame had no place to survive here.

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

"Do you have anything else? If not, I'll leave first and prepare to steal the next target." The man asked.

"Snapped."

Qin Yao slapped the guy who looked very weak to the ground and knocked him to the ground. He raised his leg and kicked him again. He hit the opponent's chest just right and kicked him up into the crowd of people fighting each other.

The villains who were hit by him punched and kicked him one after another. After a while, his face was covered with blood, and he lay 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 had traveled all over the country and north in the past half of his life, he had never seen such a ridiculous town!

"Evil dog, there are new people in town, let's go try them out."

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 calmly.

In the meat stall, a strong man with big arms and round waist grabbed the greasy butcher's knife on the table and walked straight towards Qin Yao's master and apprentice with a sinister aura.

Along the way, those who were fighting had to make way for him, and many of them even followed him with fierce looks on their faces, like a fox pretending to be a tiger, or like an accomplice's retinue.

"Is something wrong?" Uncle Jiu asked calmly when he saw him walking through the crowd and stopping in front of him with more than a dozen villains.

"A foreigner?" the strong man asked expressionlessly, as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

Uncle Jiu frowned: "That's right."

"Chehe Town is very dangerous." The strong man pointed back at the people fighting and said with eyes wide open: "You foreigners coming to Chehe Town are even more dangerous. If there is no one to protect you, it will be difficult for you 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 this period of buffering, Uncle Jiu was no longer surprised by this situation. He turned to Qin Yao and said, "You can handle it."

Qin Yao laughed, walked from behind Uncle Jiu to the evil dog, and looked down at the other person's ugly face: "I'm going to hit you on the left cheek."

The evil dog's eyes flashed fiercely, and he suddenly took out a sharp butcher's knife from his arms and stabbed Qin Yao directly in the chest.

"Snapped."

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

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

Qin Yao leaned over and grabbed the vicious dog's collar, lifted it up from the ground, and said indifferently: "This time, I'll hit you on the right cheek."

The evil dog bared his teeth, endured the pain on his face, cursed and rushed towards Qin Yao.

"Snapped."

Qin Yao slapped the opponent's right face with his backhand. This time he struck harder. Several bloody teeth were forcefully pulled out and thrown into the air.

Then, the vicious dog fell to the ground with a thud and could not get up for a long time.

There was silence.