Chương 171: Mantis or Oriole

After saying that, Brother Diao reached out and grabbed the cabinet next to him. A tremendous force surged out and he broke off a corner of the cabinet.

After breaking it apart, he rubbed and kneaded it a few times, then spread his five fingers, and sawdust immediately fell down in a flurry.

"Brother Diao, Brother Diao, look what you're doing! We're just trying to make a living, and we have some spare money to support you, old man!"

Soong Tse-ven was seething with hatred, but his legs were trembling and he couldn't utter a single defiant word.

"Oh? Is that so? It's rare to see someone so filial. Consider your previous income a reward from your brother."

From today onwards, all revenue from livestreaming sales must go into my account. I get eight, you get two. Don't say I'm being unfair; if this happened anywhere else, I'd strip you naked!

"Brother Diao—"

"Do you have any objections?"

Brother Diao kicked out with his leg, knocking the fat man to the ground.

"Give me a beating first, damn it, you dare to reason with me."

Brother Diao spat.

The people behind them swarmed forward instantly, pinning Song Ziwen and his companion to the ground and giving them a brutal beating.

"Idiot, come save me!"

Sung Tse-ven was so dizzy from the beating that he instinctively shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a figure suddenly appear in front of him, holding him tightly in his arms. No matter how much the others punched and kicked him, the figure remained completely still.

That figure is either a fool or someone else.

A silly, goofy smile still lingered on his lips.

The henchmen who were ganging up on Soong Tse-ven saw this and thought, "Wow, someone who can take a beating has arrived."

Since you're so tough, let's see how many punches you get.

The group unleashed a torrent of punches and kicks on the fool.

"Holy crap, you idiot, help me!"

The fat man was filled with envy when he saw this, and he also shouted out.

Unfortunately, his words were completely useless.

The idiot completely ignored him.

Instead, the people who were beating him chuckled and beat him even harder.

"stop!"

Seeing that the idiot was completely unharmed after everyone had been beating him for so long, Brother Diao became suspicious. He secretly channeled his inner strength and struck the idiot's back with a palm.

"Um?"

Xi looked at his hand imprinted on the other person's body and his expression froze. Although he only used 50% of his strength, if that 50% of his strength were used on a wooden stake, it could instantly smash a wooden stake as thick as a water bucket into pieces.

However, the palm strike that had been placed on the old man vanished without a trace, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

Xi Jinping's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Damn, this is unbelievable, this guy's for real!"

His body trembled instantly, like a sieve.

Suppressing his fear, Brother Diao slowly withdrew his hand and uttered, "I... I was just joking. I won't get involved in your business."

"Withdraw, everyone!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out quickly, almost as fast as running.

The henchmen were astonished and bewildered upon seeing this, and then they all followed suit and left the rented house.

Some clueless individuals even kicked the two of them as they left, then smugly walked away.

Once everyone left, Song Ziwen and the fat man exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

Then their gazes simultaneously shifted to the foolish old man.

The fat man shuddered and said tremblingly, "It can't be true, can it?"

"Fool, let me go!"

Song Ziwen struggled for a long time, but the old man's arm was as tight as steel wire, so he could only shout.

The old man obediently released his arm upon hearing this, then chuckled foolishly, "Fun. Fun."

Song Ziwen stumbled backward, nearly colliding with the fat man.

"What should we do? Do we still dare to do live streaming?"

"Why wouldn't we dare? The bold get rich while the timid starve. If the old man isn't here, what will we eat and drink?"

"Since he's already mentally impaired, let's just treat him to good food and drink."

"Um!"

The two reached an agreement instantly.

For a while afterward, the live stream continued as usual, but the old man's quality of life changed dramatically.

The two used their earnings to rent a larger yard and furnished a separate house for the old man. It wasn't luxurious, but it was definitely comfortable.

Needless to say, the food was delicious and plentiful.

Since Xi Jinping's last visit, he has not bothered them again, and even the street thugs avoid them from a distance.

The two had never felt so happy.

That day, the two got up early as usual, tidied up the old man inside and out, fed him a full meal, and then took him to the living room to start filming the live stream footage requested by GG.

This time, the GG merchant was very generous, giving away 100, 000 yuan for just one item.

The two were so excited they almost wanted to kneel down and call him "Grandpa".

"Drink Yueyang Spring Wine, be a dashing man, stand tall, pee far—I only drink Yueyang Spring Wine!"

Although the old man's eyes were dull, once he struck a pose, he still looked quite convincing.

Just then, several whooshing sounds came from outside the courtyard.

Then the door was flung open with a burst of energy, making a loud bang.

Song Ziwen and his companion were startled and looked over at the same time, their bodies immediately stiffening with shock.

The person who walked in was a Taoist priest dressed exactly like the old fool.

The Taoist priest's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he was filled with anger and could not calm down.

"Please spare us, Daoist Master! We've served him very well. Look at his clothes, his hair—they're all spotless!"

Before the fat man could finish speaking, a Taoist priest pointed a finger, and a burst of energy shot out, instantly piercing his heart.

Soong Tse-ven was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.

The Taoist snorted coldly, raised his hand, and was about to strike down with a palm.

Completely terrified, Song Ziwen cried out, "Fool, save me!"

Upon hearing this, the Taoist priest became even more enraged and struck down with his palm.

With a loud bang, the powerful palm strike felt as if it had hit a ball of cotton.

But the foolish old man swayed and stood in front of him, blocking the blow.

"Uncle-Master Cangwuzi!"

The Taoist priest was both saddened and angry, and shouted in unison.

The other Taoists who had followed also glared angrily. Cangwuzi was one of the top experts in their Qingcheng Sect, yet he was being called a fool by a lowly, filthy rogue.

They have been reduced to tools for making money.

Regardless of whether you treat him well or not, even if you treat him extremely well, just for calling him a fool, you deserve to die a thousand deaths.

The Taoist priest called out for a long time, but Cangwuzi still didn't react at all, only smiling foolishly.

The Taoist's eyes flashed with growing murderous intent, and his hand involuntarily rose again.

"Fool, take me away quickly, hurry!"

Song Ziwen was quite adept at reading people's expressions, so he knew that the other party's anger was on the verge of exploding.

He hurriedly spoke up.

"How dare you!"

The Taoist priest attacked Song Ziwen directly.

Cangwuzi's figure flickered, and he and Song Ziwen dodged the attack. At the same time, they were out of the room, leaped onto the courtyard wall, and flew away into the distance.

Their movements were so swift that even the leading Taoist priest couldn't react in time and could only watch them leave.

"Chase!"

The Taoist priest shouted, and all the Taoist priests leaped out of the house and chased after Cangwuzi and his companion through the air.

The Taoist priest, with his brows slightly furrowed, turned and struck down with a palm towards the courtyard below.

Suddenly, a giant palm print, several meters in diameter, appeared out of thin air and landed directly on the courtyard.

A loud bang was heard.

The courtyard was shrouded in smoke and dust, turning into a dusty mess.

Before long, the neighbors came running out in shock and bewilderment, staring at the huge palm print with horrified expressions.

"What happened?"

"have no idea!"

The crowd discussed the matter, and after a while, the police arrived. After investigating, they dispersed the crowd.

About ten minutes later, another group of Taoist priests arrived, looking travel-worn.

"Uncle-Master Changfeng, judging from your moves, you're from the Qingcheng Sect!"

"Um!"

The older Taoist priest frowned slightly and said, "They should have found Cangwuzi. Inform your disciples to keep a close eye on the whereabouts of this group."

"Yes, Uncle-Master!"

After investigating for a while, the Taoist priests greeted the approaching constables.

"Thank you for coming, Taoist priests from the Thai sect."

"You're too kind, it's just my duty," the two exchanged brief pleasantries.

Just then, two figures suddenly appeared on the outskirts of the ruins. The two were a man and a woman, and the woman was beautiful and extraordinary.

The man was of average appearance and build, but his eyes were piercing and piercing, making one feel as if they were staring into an abyss, and inspiring fear.

The two glanced around the scene, and without saying a word, they leaped into the air and flew in the direction the Qingcheng Sect Taoists had gone.

They moved so fast that they disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

"Uncle-Master, these two are incredibly powerful! Could they also be looking for Cangwuzi?"

A Taoist priest pointed in the direction the two had just left and asked.

"Looks like something good is about to happen."

The leading Taoist priest raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice:

"However, in our Mount Tai region, even dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie down. Come on, follow us."

After the Taoist finished speaking, he used a lifting technique to leap onto the wall and ran off in the same direction with several leaps.

Seeing this, the other Taoist priests also jumped onto the wall and followed.

Seeing the Taoist priests from the Mount Tai Sect leave, the police officers couldn't help but worry, "I wonder if the Taoist masters of the Mount Tai Sect can suppress these outsiders."

"Yeah, I saw the video, it's terrifying. They've shaved him bald. If this happened in the city, how many people would die?"

"Alright, stop carrying around and get to work!"

The captain stopped their chatter and then dialed his superior's number.

He explained the situation in detail.

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate!"

The captain hung up the phone, frowning as he muttered to himself.

Before he could finish his murmur, a gentle breeze suddenly swept past him, coming and going in a flash.

Did you see someone walk past me?

"Without the captain, are you seeing things from nervousness?!"

"screw you!"

"Crazy, are we safe now?"

After an unknown amount of time, Song Ziwen cautiously surveyed his surroundings. The desolate hills were covered with weeds and rocks.

Only in the distance can one vaguely see the lush green fields.

Clearly, this place is quite far from the city; it must have been several hundred miles away.

Seeing that the environment was safe, Song Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a powerful figure. Sigh."

"If you were of sound mind, you would teach me the ultimate martial arts techniques."

"That doesn't seem so. If you were of sound mind, why would you be interested in a small-time hoodlum like me?"

"Maybe crushing me will be as easy as crushing an ant—the fat guy is dead, you idiot, you know that? The fat guy is dead!"

As Song Ziwen spoke, he suddenly covered his face and began to sob, his whole body trembling.

Although he and Fatty bickered and schemed against each other all the time, Fatty was his friend of ten years.

He was killed so simply and easily.

He cried not because of the fat man, but because he was afraid that he would end up like the fat man, easily killed by someone.

"Fool, can you understand me? I want to learn powerful martial arts. Can you teach me?"

Song Ziwen sobbed a few times, wiped his nose and tears, and looked at Cangwuzi hopefully.

"What is martial arts?"

Cangwuzi grinned foolishly, repeating the word "martial arts".

"Your good fortune is profound; you may not be unable to learn unparalleled martial arts. Amitabha."

Suddenly, a strange voice rang in Song Ziwen's ears, as if someone was speaking in his ear.

He looked around, but there was no one there. Only a monk was walking towards him from a distant mound.

The monk was several kilometers away from here.

Could it be him who said it?

Song Ziwen was shocked. Was this some kind of biological mobile communication?

Before he could even start to think, the monk's figure had already swiftly appeared in front of him.

The monk had a kind face, a fat head and big ears, and looked like a monk who indulged in wine and meat.

"Fellow Daoist Cangwuzi, it's been a long time!"

The monk clasped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Cangwuzi.

Cangwuzi followed his example, clasping his hands together in a gesture of respect, his face still bearing that strange, silly grin.

"What a twist of fate! I never imagined you would turn out like this."

The monk sighed.

"Are you... uh, Cangwuzi's friend?"

Song Ziwen cautiously tugged at Cangwuzi's Taoist robe, then looked at the big monk with suspicion.

"Of course we're friends."

The monk smiled and walked forward, then looked intently at Song Ziwen.

Song Ziwen felt that the monk's eyes were like a clear spring, reaching the bottom of the pool and penetrating the heart; suddenly, they were like a vast and boundless sea, deep and dark, making it impossible to see clearly.

"You are my disciple, obey my commands!"

"Yes, I am your disciple, and I obey your orders."

"Take Cangwuzi with you, and come with me!"

"Yes, take Cangwuzi and go with Master."

Without saying a word, Song Ziwen strode forward, while Cangwuzi followed behind him with a laugh.

"You wicked monk, how dare you! You even try to deceive the people of Qingcheng!"

Just then, a sword light slashed through the sky and shot straight toward the monk.

With a flick of his prayer beads, the high monk dispersed the sword light.

Then he sneered, "Amitabha, this humble monk has come to pick up an old friend, so how can it be considered deception?"

"Hmph, I am an elder of Qingcheng, and it's not your place to be my old friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight Qingcheng Taoist priests leaped onto the periphery of the three monks, including the head monk and Song Ziwen.

They surrounded the three of them.

"Amitabha Buddha, bullying the weak is better than taking a risk, monks are not to be trifled with."

After saying this, the monk leaped up, abandoning Cangwuzi and the other man, and dodged to the side.

The Qingcheng Sect Taoist priest didn't expect him to disappear so quickly, so he didn't pursue him for the time being.

The most important thing right now is to bring Uncle Cangwuzi back to the mountain safely.

"Uncle-Master, I'm so sorry!"

Suddenly, the leading Taoist appeared as fast as lightning, striking Cangwuzi's back several times.

Suddenly, Cangwuzi seemed to fall into a deep sleep, collapsing to the ground.