Chapter 142 It’s Over
On the way back to Meifeng City, Fu Qingzhou was still thinking about Zuo Lamei’s words.
"Even if I destroy Fanyin Temple, I won't be able to harm Jinchan Temple at all?"
He murmured: "Why is this happening?"
His waist The jade pendant swayed slightly, and the smoker's proud laughter sounded in his mind: "Although you are smart, you have seen too few scandalous things~"
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then tell me?"
"Isn't this simple?"
The smoker said showily: "The old woman said, there is something bigger behind Jinchan Temple "Backer, didn't Ning Baimei mention it in the letter he wrote to you before? Most of the concubines in the harem are pilgrims in the temple, which means that the backer of Jinchan Temple is the imperial court - or at least a powerful force in the imperial court."
“Whether it is the Purple Air Immortal Wind Temple or the Martial Arts Alliance, no matter what, they are just Jianghu forces. Even if there are people from the imperial court behind them, they can at most compete with the Jin Chan Temple.”
"Even if you destroy the Fanyin Temple, there is no way they can break up with the Jinchan Temple, nor can they destroy the Jinchan Temple immediately. They must maintain a superficial peaceful relationship..."< br>
Speaking of this, Fu Qingzhou already understood.
He laughed dryly: "When the time comes, I, the guy who jumps the highest and makes the most noise, may become the target of surgery?"
"That's right~" Smoker said in admiration.
"That's not right." Fu Qingzhou responded in his mind: "Well, Qiu Chan and Brother Wu are both participants. Qiu Chan has a sect behind him, and Brother Wu also has a good father, so I It’s not bad! I am also a disciple of Wuwei Guan!”
“It’s useless!”
Yan Gui spat: "Qing Songzi, does he dare to go down the mountain? Can he stand up for you? In the past, those big sects seemed to want to rob you and treat you well, but now you are not their disciple. If you really cause trouble, you can count on their help." You?”
“Young Master Fu, please understand, it’s okay for you to use the names of Long Dabei and Qing Songzi to pretend to be powerful, but if something goes wrong, you can only rely on yourself... ah no, you can only You can rely on me!”
Although Fu Qingzhou was very disdainful of his last sentence, he had to admit that his inferences about Wuwei Guan, Qingsongzi, and other sects were correct.
"But Mr. Fu, there is something I have to tell you."
The smoker said lightly: "The old woman said that if you want to survive in the world, you must make yourself valuable... Let me tell you, these are all excuses for the weak! ”
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly.
“She is in the ninth level of spiritual aperture and has not even entered the cave. She seems to be a senior, but she is extremely weak compared to the truly powerful people at her level. Of course, she must be cautious and walk on thin ice.”
The smoker sneered and said: "Let me tell you, as long as you are strong enough and tough enough, you don't have to be afraid of wolves and tigers! As long as everyone in the world hears your name, they will tremble. Let's see who dares to take you. Surgery? Who dares to touch you?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said nothing.
The father-in-law said that the father-in-law was right, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was right. If you ask him to say it, it makes sense.
How can a person wander around the world without getting stabbed?
Zuo Lamei's experience is the way to survive, and there is nothing wrong with it. As the saying goes, having more friends around you and more backers will make things much easier.
Although the path of a smoker is not suitable for everyone, it is the real road. As long as you are good enough, no one will dare to mess with you - there is no simpler or more correct truth in the world.
Fu Qingzhou stopped talking and thought silently.
The Fanyin Temple must be destroyed. As for what to do after the destruction, let’s talk about it at that time.
The worst deal...
The worst deal is that we can go back to Langhuan Mountain to hide for a few years.
At sunset, he rushed back to Meifeng City.
As soon as he entered the city, he found that the spirit of the people in the city was different.
Street shops are shouting loudly and enthusiastically, pedestrians are chatting and laughing, the night market has just opened, and the hot smoke from the stoves of roadside vendors is flying all over the sky, choking people and making it difficult to open their eyes, but it is also a wonderful sight. A hot smell of fireworks.
"Sure enough, working for a shady boss and making money for yourself are not the same thing."
Fu Qingzhou smiled in his heart.
What the common people want is actually very simple: food, drink, no illness and no disasters. Walking along the long street that Ding Shuanghe knelt down, there were many people walking along the way, talking and laughing. Fu Qingzhou stretched his ears and listened a little, and roughly knew what happened in the past three days.
In fact, it is quite simple. Almost all of Kuai Jian Sect’s industry has returned to the hands of the people of Meifeng City.
Shop owners no longer work as workers. In order to show their difference from Zeng Ding Shuanghe and to compete with their peers, in just three days, prices have dropped and workers' wages have also increased a lot.
Even the Kuaijianmen compound has been divided into several parts. Now workers are busy demolishing the compound. The only place left that really belongs to Kuaijianmen is the innermost one. The small courtyard and other plots of land will be divided and used by other businessmen for other purposes.
When Fu Qingzhou came to the former Kuaijianmen compound, he only saw a pile of broken bricks and rubble.
The workers who were demolishing the yard also finished their work...
He walked over the broken stones and walked in, passing by the yard that had been torn into pieces. After a while, I saw the new "Quick Sword Gate".
The huge stone lions and the high-gate courtyard that were once so majestic are naturally gone, leaving only an ordinary small courtyard gate with a simple plaque hanging on the door with the words "Quick Sword Gate" written in ink. , the ink doesn’t seem to be dry yet.
There was no disciple guarding the door. When he pushed the door open, he saw few people and could only hear some faint voices in the courtyard.
“Is there anyone there?”
Fu Qingzhou asked loudly.
There were footsteps soon in the courtyard, and then a man covered in bandages and holding a cane came out.
"Wei Yunsheng? Brother Wei?" Fu Qingzhou recognized him at a glance.
Wei Yunsheng was stunned. After looking at him carefully for a few times, he showed a look of realization: "Yes, yes, it's you!"
Then he immediately understood something: " The young hero the leader mentioned is you!"
Fu Qingzhou scratched his head and smiled: "I am here to see Master Ding. Is he here?"
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Wei Yunsheng smiled quickly and said: "Young Master Fu, please come in."
Seeing how hard he was walking, Fu Qingzhou stepped forward to help him: "Young Master Fu, we have known each other a few years ago. , just call me brother."
"Haha, you are too polite." Wei Yunsheng smiled a little awkwardly, but still behaved well: "Brother Fu is really not a creature in the pool. , which solves the great problem of Head Ding."
"Little things, little things."
Fu Qingzhou asked: "I see there are not many people in your sect. Where have they gone? ”
"After the leader sold his land and property, many people left."
Wei Yunsheng's face darkened and he said: "Many people came here just to eat and drink, and some even came here to After the accident, the leader asked those who didn't want to stay to leave on their own, and most of them left the next day."
"There are also some brothers and sisters who are working outside now, with many properties. The handover cannot be completed in two or three days... Only me and a few other seriously injured brothers were left in the door."
The two were walking and talking when they suddenly saw someone walking out of the side of the yard. With that refreshing look, who else could it be if it wasn't Ding Shuanghe?
He was holding a long sword in his hand and was sweating profusely. He looked like he had just practiced martial arts.
"Master!"
Wei Yunsheng's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Young Master Fu is here!"
Ding Shuanghe was startled, followed the sound, and his eyes stopped on Fu Qingzhou.
The next second, he threw the sword and rushed over. Then he bent his knees and knelt down steadily in front of Fu Qingzhou.
Fu Qingzhou: "!!!"
Wei Yunsheng was so frightened that he threw away his crutch and jumped aside.
"My benefactor is above!"
Ding Shuanghe kowtowed with great proficiency: "Please accept Ding's worship!"
(End of this chapter)
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