Chapter 3 [Change the DestinyChange your destiny against the will of heaven]
Kunwu bumped into this inexplicable uninvited guest, and for some reason, he suddenly started to panic.
He is not short in stature, he is as tall as this commoner. He may have a guilty conscience and always feels like a dwarf if someone breaks his good deeds.
Even though Taoist Kunwu has lived for hundreds of years, his mental quality has not improved much. This is something that has always been a headache for Judas.
People will not grow old, die, or grow.
The leader of the alliance has woven a safety net and set clear rules. As long as the members of the alliance act according to this set of rules, they will be able to live safely.
Similarly, under this set of rules, Judas is like a doting parent, and the partners he raises can only have this kind of virtue.
It is normal to be greedy for life and afraid of death, and forget one's righteousness at the sight of profit. When it comes to willpower, courage, and strong spiritual energy, these are transformational experiences that can only be obtained by giving up immortality and risking one's life - members of the alliance do not deserve it.
With these qualities, one can only find suitable Wings of Light as agents.
Kunwu asked: "Go on? What...what..."
Jiang Xueming took the initiative to come in, put down the tea tray, pushed the cakes in front of Xiangxiang, and talked to Kunwu.
"Let's talk about the previous topic, how do you teach your skills? How do you let my brother Jianying absorb the immortal energy? Master, please tell me in detail."
"There's something wrong..." Kunwu was short of breath and said with an embarrassed smile: "Who are you bullying? Why did you break into my guest room?"
Jiang Xueming didn't answer, and sat at the table with his knees in his arms——
——Xiangxiang saw it clearly. Among the fruits on the plate, there was a small gourd. It was obviously a gourd filled with fairy honey!
Only then did she take a closer look at the guy's appearance and recognized Zhang Guiren!
"Noble man! Noble man, save me...he...teacher, he..."
Jiang Xueming immediately raised his hand and told Xiangxiang to shut up.
Xiangxiang was also very sensible and stopped talking immediately. She took the gourd and ran to the bed to give her husband medicine.
Kunwu, who was left alone by the beautiful woman, immediately became unhappy.
He thought about the title of "noble person" in his mind, and thought about the causes and consequences, becoming more and more irritable.
——Did you invite an expert to entertain me? Are you going to do some fairy dancing?
What a joke! There are still people in Taiye who dare to blackmail me, the leader of Kunwu?
Thinking this way, Kunwu was not in a hurry. He saw Zhao Jianying on the bed taking the medicine in a daze. His face seemed to have some blood, but he still didn't wake up. His face was red and white, and he had a sense of death - Soul Power.
It still worked, and Yasha sister was still making a big fuss in this man's belly.
The old mother of the Han family suffers from a variety of geriatric diseases. According to Mr. Han, she has been unable to walk in the past few days, eating and defecating has become a problem, and she is not far away from death.
Kunwu thought to himself, is there any panacea that can save Zhao Jianying?
He was probably going to die from organ failure soon, right? Judging from the swollen eyes and blood pressure, he might have died of cerebral hemorrhage after an hour or two because of the surge in blood pressure.
"It doesn't work! My dear..." Miss Xiangxiang knew that Zhang Congfeng was coming, but she didn't expect that Xianmi could not save her husband's life, so she quickly knelt down and asked for help.
Jiang Xueming didn't say anything. Seeing Jianying's pitiful dying look, he frowned and felt doubtful.
He didn't know the true identity of the leader of Kunwu, nor did he think that he was one of the immortals. When he first came to Taiye County, he saw the chaotic images in the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple, and thought that there were just a few Wings of Light workers here.
To be domineering and blessed.
However, the poisonous spell that Jianying encountered did not seem to be that simple. Xueming could not feel any spiritual energy tide, and could not even trace the signs of soul power. This could only mean that the spiritual body of the Kunwu leader was extremely sophisticated - if Mrs. Bai's product
None of them have any effect, and even using a panacea to treat her will probably have little effect and can only give Jianying a sigh of relief.
Jiang Xueming decided to get straight to the point: "How long does he have to live?"
Kunwu said sarcastically. He couldn't figure out the details of this noble man, and he didn't intend to use force. He cursed casually: "What does it have to do with you bastard?"
"You don't want to talk anymore? Do you want me to treat you to tea?" Jiang Xueming took the saucer and shook it casually. The saucer split into two pieces and turned into a sharp blade in his palm.
"Are you scaring people?!" Kun Wu said harshly, but his heart suddenly became frightened. He felt a sharp chill for a moment, and the spiritual energy tide enveloped him, as if there were a dozen pairs of invisible cold hands.
He tightly clasped his limbs and joints, "He..."
"He can live for an hour at most."
Jiang Xueming: "Did you harm him?"
Kunwu responded submissively: "This guy stole the incense money in the temple, and he did it to himself."
Jiang Xueming acted as a reply reader: "Did you hurt him? Don't talk nonsense to me."
Kunwu still wants to quibble——
——At this time, Jiang Xueming was already impatient.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his sleeves and lit them while minding his own business.
Taoist Kunwu's expression changed dramatically when he saw the cigarettes. He recognized both the match and the cigarette factory's trademark, but they were too familiar.
It was an "imported product" that Judas had repeatedly ordered not to touch. Judas knew who Wang Damin was, where he came from, and how many years he had traveled through time.
For Wang Damin, imported products are things from his hometown.
Once such people start to miss home, they will commit suicide and take risks to contact things other than Chabon.
Wang Damin can live a good life in Taiye and continue to shine as a member of the alliance. But if he goes to the Nine Realms and returns to the mortal world, he will definitely become a handful of ashes in the sun - his advantage is in modern times
Society is gone, and we can only live in the barbaric and primitive Daxia Empire.
At the same time, Kunwu immediately realized - this guy! Comes from the Nine Realms!
Is it an enemy? Just a passenger? Or a spy sent by the Abyss Railway?
Thousands of thoughts were flying in his mind, and his thinking began to become chaotic. This Shambhala was like a big iron prison. He could not get out and he could not die. He could only suffer repeatedly in the hot oil in the iron pot and continue to work and preach for Judas.
Kunwu had evil thoughts and wanted to resist Judah's edict: "Can you give me one...can you..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jiang Xueming handed over the cigarette box without looking at this "lecher"——
——In Xueming's mind, the members of the Eternal Alliance are all very busy, either busy developing their careers or busy hiding around.
Intimidating a prostitute and specifically using the power of his soul to harm a village man? This is simply unbelievable to Xueming.
But Kunwu did just that. He came from 2013, and when he returned to Shambhala, according to the time of the FE33031 universe, it should be 1653 AD, which is more than 300 years ago.
He is a modern man who has not been educated by feudal ethics and does not know what etiquette, justice and integrity are. He never puts on airs when doing things and pays attention to pragmatism in everything.
If you like a beautiful woman, pursue her; if you can't pursue her, grab her.
This is Wang Damin's survival instinct and the golden rule after he transformed into a Kunwu Taoist.
In this lawless land, there is nothing that has someone's name written on it when it is born, and can be grabbed. This kind of ambition is the prerequisite for the cooperation between Kunwu and Judah.
"Thank you... thank you..." Kunwu took away the cigarette case, first smelled the smell of the cigarette, and then gently licked the sponge filter. It had been a long, long time, and he had almost forgotten this modern industry.
Made smoke.
He also tried opium, tried rolling dry cigarettes, and took laudanum.
But it doesn’t have the smell of plastic wrap and essence from cigarettes, and it doesn’t feel like home.
For nearly a hundred years, Judah has used these imported goods to control Kunwu's lifeline. Every time Kunwu makes a contribution, Judah can build him a bungalow, bring furniture, toys, and some sexy lingerie.
However, Wang Damin cannot take anything related to a civilized society that Judah does not give.
At this time, he took the lighter from the table, lit a cigarette, and cried without realizing it.
Jiang Xueming felt surprised at this moment——
——Why does this "ancient man" smoke? Is he so skillful in his movements?
Although I had seen the clerk accepting bribes from cigarettes before when I was working on the road guide. He also likes tobacco, but he spent a long time looking for an opening when tearing open the plastic wrap. He was still an official of the Sendai Prefecture and should be exposed to these imported products frequently.
But when the leader of Kunwu started to smoke, he looked like an old man who had been severely beaten by modern society. He blew his nose and lungs twice, dusted his cigarette ash and held up his sleeves, held up his cigarette holder, held his head high, and finally crossed his legs.
Stunned for a moment.
"Brother, if there is such a good thing, you will come to Taiye often in the future." Taoist Kunwu didn't even ask his name, so he called him brother directly. He wiped his tears with his sleeves and talked about this matter with Xueming: "When you go in and out of the farm,
Go to Fireworks Alley, eat and drink well, and then take the girl to stay at my inn, Lingfeng Restaurant - I invested in it, and all the expenses will be borne by me, Kunwu."
"Hey! Hey hey!" Xueming felt something was wrong: "Hey! Let me ask you!"
He took out his hand and took the cigarette butt from Kunwu's mouth.
"Did you harm Zhao Jianying?"
"Then..." Kunwu decided to tell the truth: "It must be me...hehe..."
Jiang Xueming was stunned for a while, not expecting Kunwu to confess directly, so he just confessed.
He originally thought that this greasy-headed, pink-faced and childish-looking kid would make some quibbles, and the violent process would be smoother later. After discussing the conditions with Kunwu, he did not take action directly because he was afraid that Jianying would not be able to withstand the torture of this soul power.
But now the problem is big——
——Kunwu made no excuses, which means that one or two lives are nothing at all.
Even if they admit this, the Yin Yang Qiankun Temple is still impregnable. The people in the country need the leader and support the leader, and they will not listen to the sutras recited by the foreign monks.
"You have a future." Kunwu asked with a smile: "Do you want me to spare him? Brother?"
Jiang Xueming was embarrassed at that time and laughed dryly: "Oh...so that's what happened."
"I don't like talking nonsense to these barbarians. It's like training a dog." Kunwu picked a pear from the fruit plate and put the cigarette butt on it. "You can talk to the dog a few more words, and it will understand everything."
——People are different. If you don’t understand, you just don’t understand.”
Immediately afterwards, Kunwu waved and led Xiangxiang to the other side.
"As for this widow, she can't understand what I say. It's such a simple thing, she just sleeps with me. Is it so difficult to please me? I'm done. My mind is clear and my thoughts are clear. Compassion takes over my smart mind.
, the lotus blossoms in my heart, shouldn’t I save her husband?”
"Hahahaha!" Jiang Xueming clapped her hands and cheered: "Yes, yes, yes, you are right."
Xiangxiang couldn't understand Zhang Guiren's angry words for a moment. She was so confused that she didn't dare to curse.
Kunwu continued: "You are from the civilized world, right? You see, we are very direct when talking."
Kunwu: "Brother, don't say I don't give you face. I heard from this little widow that you seem to recognize them. They are still friends, right?"
Jiang Xueming: “Not really friends.”
Kunwu: "That would be easy, please advise her."
Jiang Xueming: "How to persuade?"
Kunwu made lively gestures and fanned his face with both palms.
"I am a civilized person. It is her honor to sleep with me."
"You see, when the Angsa barbarians first conquered Europe, they immediately wanted to sleep with the civilized people in the civilized world and bring out some educated descendants - it was all like this."
"So she should thank me."
Jiang Xueming smiled and said: "You want to harm her husband, but she still wants to thank you?"
Kunwu immediately said: "Isn't that right? Most people want to pick up money in my temple? Do they have the qualifications? They have to kneel down to beg - I have to pick and choose, and find one from among these barbarians who are worse than dogs.
He is a good and strong man, so he is given this good fortune."
Jiang Xueming smiled more and more happily: "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"
"So..." Before Kunwu could finish his words, he suddenly felt his palms getting cold.
Jiang Xueming suddenly changed his expression, spoke coldly to Xiangxiang, and shouted in a low voice: "Say thank you."
Kunwu was shocked by this terrifying murderous intention and couldn't help but said: "Thank you Yanao..."
Jiang Xueming: "I didn't call you. Xiangxiang, did you hear that? The leader wants you to say - thank you."
Girl Xiangxiang's face was burning. She was ashamed and aggrieved. She just felt that she was standing on the small stage in Yingchun Building again. If she went to the tea party arranged by Wu Chengzhang, she could only wear a bellyband to show off - and then listen to the audience
The master shouted a few times and quoted a good price.
"Thanks..."
"That's it, I'll arrange for her to serve you." Jiang Xueming immediately asked, "Master, can this disease be cured?"
Kunwu didn't doubt Jiang Xueming's intentions. He still didn't have the habit of asking for names. In Taiye City, people usually had to complete things for him before they were qualified to leave a name.
"Then I'll talk to the little lady first...hey..."
Jiang Xueming: "Do you really want her to be a widow?"
According to what Kun Wu said, Jianying will have to report to the Palace of Hell in another hour.
"Hey..." Kunwu became impatient, waved his sleeves and shouted loudly: "[Change the Destiny·Change the Destiny]!"
There was a gloomy wind in the room, and a faint blue ghost emerged from Zhao Jianying's throat.
No matter how good his eyesight was, Xueming still couldn't see clearly what the ghost was. He was shocked inside - it was so fast!
The spiritual power tide only lasted for a short moment. When the shadow moved at high speed, it brought out an explosion that broke the speed of sound. When it returned to Kunwu Taoist's body, it seemed that a green tree shadow could still be seen, as if
The sparrows are returning to their nests. This tree hole riddled with holes is full of ghosts and ghosts!
Looking at Zhao Jianying's face again, she finally started to turn rosy and her breathing became smoother.
Xiangxiang burst into tears of gratitude, and was about to kneel down to thank Jiang Xueming, and worship the leader several times to thank him for not killing.
Kunwu looked proud and said to Jiang Xueming: "How is it? Brother? Am I awesome?"
Before Xiangxiang's knees softened, she heard a "boom"!
Neighbors and villagers on the street looked up and saw a disgraced godly leader falling from the window of a large restaurant.
The demon monk took off his cloth, revealing his dragon cassock. He grabbed Kunwu's head and pulled it out of the window. He raised his fist as big as a fragrant fantasy casserole and greeted the demon monk in the face!
The leader fell to the ground, making a human-shaped dent, but his voice was still full of energy.
"What's wrong with you! You!"
"Stop fighting! Ouch! Ouch!"
"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! Hey! It hurts! It hurts!"