When they were approaching the mountain village, Ni Bodhisattva took out a human skin mask from his arms and put it on his head, turning into an ordinary little old man.

On the one hand, his honor is really scary. On the other hand, it is also to deceive others and prevent others from finding him.

The grandfather and grandson of Ni Bodhisattva lived in a small mountain village. The houses were simple and crude, barely able to protect them from the wind and rain. The same was true for the surrounding families. It could be seen that this was a poor mountain village, so the daily food was not much higher.

Of course, Ni Bodhisattva is not surnamed Ni. He is a direct descendant of the Yin Yang Five Elements Family Monk and his group. His real name is Zhang Lu. In fact, if the dynasty is stable and the government has authority, with his talent, he can be a member of the Qintian Prison.

, maybe even become a national teacher.

But nowadays, there are many sects in the world, and they all act with tyranny and fists. However, Ni Bodhisattva is well versed in heavenly calculations, but has no ability to protect himself. Just like Lin Zhennan from Fuwei Escort, he is like a child walking around in the busy city with gold, so he is called upon by countless sect masters.

He came and drank, just like a lackey, and finally fell to this point.

Chen Zhao had already known about the condition of the Ni Bodhisattva, so he shot a few rabbits and deer deer along the way. When he returned to the mountain village, he exchanged a deer deer for some salt, then killed two rabbits and combined them with the wild vegetables picked by Xiao Ling'er to make

There was a pot of rabbit soup, two plates of meat and vegetables, and a plate of wild vegetables.

He is a master of cooking. Even if the ingredients are lacking, he can't stop him. After a few operations, the aroma is overflowing, making Ni Bodhisattva and Xiao Ling'er eat with joy.

"Brother Chen Zhao, you are so awesome. Little Ling'er has never eaten such delicious food."

Seeing the little Ling'er happily eating non-stop, Ni Bodhisattva felt his eyes turn red, but his heart was filled with shame.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Ling's mouth was full of oil after eating. He felt the complicated eyes of Mu Bodhisattva. He raised his head and smiled sweetly at him and asked curiously.

After all, she is just a little girl of five or six years old, and she has such delicious food, how can she understand the complicated thoughts of adults.

"Haha, grandpa is so happy, so happy!"

The Clay Bodhisattva's eyes were full of kindness, and his heart seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, making it uncomfortable. He held back the tears that were about to burst out. His eyes instantly turned slightly red and he laughed in a hoarse voice.

Chen Zhao smiled slightly, hearing the regret in Ni Bodhisattva's tone, which was enough.

If Clay Bodhisattva had woken up earlier and used what he had learned to do something for his family, he would not have fallen to this point. But now that he has a lovely granddaughter, it is not too late for this guy to wake up and make amends.

The next day, a group of monk soldiers came to the mountain village, went door to door to collect taxes, and soon arrived at the home of Ni Bodhisattva.

These monk soldiers were each tall and majestic, holding weapons in their hands. There were several ox carts on the roadside, filled with various wild animals, cloth, and grain, which had always been collected from nearby mountain villages.

The leader was a young monk who came in steps. He walked like a dragon and a tiger, and his aura was vast. He was obviously a master of hard qigong. Even in the past world, he was considered a good player.

"Old Zhangtou, I heard that your family hunted a tiger, a few rabbits and deer yesterday. They were lucky!" The young monk glanced at Chen Zhao and saw that he had a dull aura and ordinary clothes, and couldn't help but flash a strange look. But

He quickly covered it up and continued to say to the Clay Bodhisattva: "Since you are so lucky, let's treat it as this month's tax and pay it all."

Although the monks at Miyin Temple are well versed in Buddhism and strictly forbid killing, green vegetables and tofu cannot breed strong monk soldiers.

"this……"

The Clay Bodhisattva stopped talking.

He knows some basic skills, understands pharmacology, can catch some hares, gather some herbs, and use them as taxes to earn a living. But now that he didn't catch tigers and hares, how can he use other people's things as taxes?

"What? Lao Zhangtou, do you want to resist the tax?" The young monk narrowed his eyes, and a murderous aura shot out, making the Clay Bodhisattva tremble all over.

When little Ling'er saw her grandpa trembling, she suddenly felt frightened and threw herself into the arms of Ni Bodhisattva, crying "Wow...".

"Hmph! Old Zhangtou, I don't care who caught this tiger. This month's taxes must be paid. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. Not only will your house not be able to live in it, but your granddaughter will also have to sell it to offset the tax.

"The young monk snorted, and all the monks behind laughed.

"Master Huineng, you can't do this. I have paid my taxes every month, and Master Buxu said that I can pay my taxes a few months later." Ni Bodhisattva hugged her little granddaughter tightly and said hurriedly.

.

"Uncle Buxu is right to say this, but the prerequisite is that this red-haired monkey should be handed over to Uncle Buxu, and you have not agreed. How can you avoid this tax?"

The monk known as Huineng sneered, then waved his hand and ordered: "Go in and take out all the wild things in the house."

"yes!"

The monks and soldiers behind him agreed in unison.

This kind of scene has happened several times in every village, and the monk soldiers have long been used to it. At this time, all they need to do is show their majesty, and these ignorant rats will definitely be frightened and dare not let out a single fart.

Huineng snorted in his heart, and was about to walk in with his head held high when an arm suddenly stretched out: "Wait a minute!"

"Um?"

Huineng had paid attention to Chen Zhao for a long time, but this man never said a word. He must have been frightened by the majesty of Miyin Temple, so Huineng didn't care. Unexpectedly, at this time, he stretched out his hand to block the way. Could it be that he was a man who didn't know how to live or die?

generation?

"Who are you, who dare to stop me?"

Huineng frowned and shouted coldly.

"You really have no shame in bullying the weak. Now that I'm here, I won't tolerate your presumption!"

Chen Zhao said calmly.

"Oh?" Hui Neng smiled coldly, stopped the monk soldiers behind him, and said with great interest: "May I ask your name, your surname, which sect you come from, and what your cultivation level is. How dare you get into trouble with Miyin Temple here?"

Chen Zhao was dressed simply, and his cultivation level was not obvious. In Huineng's view, he was just an ordinary underachiever.

"Brother Ye is a hero. He kicked the tiger to death, which is very powerful." Little Ling'er stretched out her head from the arms of the Ni Bodhisattva and said timidly.

"Kick a tiger to death?"

When the monk soldiers heard this, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's a joke, the tiger is the king of beasts, how can it be easily kicked to death by an ordinary martial artist? Which hero with this level of cultivation is not aloof and comes from a famous sect, how could he come near Miyin Mountain?

A poor village? No wonder you, Lao Zhangtou, are so evasive and refuse to pay taxes. It turns out that you were deceived by ignorant juniors from somewhere."

Huineng said coldly.

When the monk soldiers heard this, they were stunned and thought deeply.

Famous sects are supreme in this world, like emperors, and their disciples are treated like guests wherever they go.

Don't you see that the three disciples of the Tianxiahui Clan Master Xiongba travel around the world, and they live in wealthy mansions and first-class guest rooms. Jian Chen, the young man from the Zhonghua Pavilion, is dressed like a noble. When he walks around the world, he never pays attention to a small commoner.

"You don't think so?"

Chen Zhao stood with his hands behind his hands, seeming to be smiling but not smiling.

He had no grudge against Miyin Temple, but Huineng led the monks and soldiers to force taxes and torture the people, just like the tiger and wolf policemen and landlord thugs he had seen in many worlds. He was naturally not happy in his heart, even though they were responsible for collecting taxes in this world.

The most natural behavior, but how could Chen Zhao care about such an ant?

He established the State Administration of Taxation in the Red Mansion World, and its tax collection targets were only landlords and businessmen. When did he show off his authority in small mountain villages?

"Haha, I don't care who you are, but if you want to pretend to be a hero to do justice, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. If you really come from a well-known and decent family, if you are offended, I will definitely give you a big gift and apologize to you.

." Huineng put his hands together and spoke righteously.

"That's right, that's right. How come a famous hero comes back to such a barren place? Even Young Hero Jianchen from Zhonghua Pavilion only stays in Miyin Temple for one night and then leaves every time he comes here. He never hangs around nearby."

"It's fake at first glance. He knows some kung fu of a three-legged cat, used a trap to kill a tiger, and deceived the old man and the young man!"

"Senior brother is right!"

The monks nodded one after another.

Ni Bodhisattva was also slightly startled. To be honest, when Chen Zhao killed the tiger, he closed his eyes because of excessive fear and did not see Chen Zhao take action.

What's more important is that Ni Bodhisattva is proficient in arithmetic, but he never tells his own fortune. Therefore, he is really not sure whether Chen Zhaozhi's real ability is real or fake.

"Could it be that this is a swindler, and I was deceived without realizing it for a moment?" Ni Bodhisattva was confused in his heart.

Little Ling'er stretched out her head, and although her voice was timid, her tone was very firm and she said: "Master Huineng, Brother Chen is really a hero. He really kicked the tiger to death."

"You're an ignorant child, what do you know?" Hui Neng was disdainful and ignored the little girl's words. Instead, he said to Chen Zhao: "If you are really a well-known and upright hero, please tell me your name.

I am a disciple of a sect, but the poor monk does not look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face, so I will not spare you for a while."

Chen Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, noncommittal.

"What? You can't tell me?" Hui Neng took a step forward, with strong energy in his body. He clenched his fists and said: "If you can't tell me, I will admit that you cheated and came to Miyin Temple to run wild. Get out of Miyin if you know what you are doing.

The territory at the bottom of the mountain. Otherwise, don’t blame the poor monk’s fist.”

He is a master of hard skills, even in the Miyin Temple. Once he gets angry, he is like a tiger. If he is an ordinary person, he will be frightened.

Chen Zhao snorted softly, raised his eyelids and said:

"Who do you think you are? You dare to question me?"

"You!" Hui Neng was furious and was about to clench his fist and strike.

Chen Zhao flicked his fingers and shouted softly:

"roll!"

A sharp energy shot out from his fingertips and hit Huineng instantly. Huineng's whole body felt like he was hit hard, as if he was knocked out by a galloping horse. He flew out of the small courtyard in an instant, and his whole body turned into a roll.

Gourd, disappeared.

In an instant, the entire small courtyard fell into dead silence.

Everyone was so angry that they didn’t dare to say anything, and they all looked over with dumbfounded eyes. Huineng was one of the best monks in Miyin Temple, and his hard qigong was very powerful. Even the top master of Miyin Temple, monk Fuxu, couldn’t be like Chen Zhao.

, defeat him with a snap of a finger.

"Master, a real master!"

Everyone was excited.
Chapter completed!