"As for this title..."
Jingzhou was just ahead. He hadn't even revealed his real name, and it was even less appropriate to expose his relationship with Mangshan. So he said, "My hometown is Pengzhou. The way we live there is different from here. We like to set up camp. Since we live in a stronghold, we should naturally address you as the chief or the young chief."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't think much of it, assuming it was the same principle as the terms "Master," "Young Master," and "Miss" used in Jingzhou City.
Nodding, looking at the simple-minded man, he praised, "You have good taste!"
Then he glanced at Jing Zhe and smiled like a child: "Much better than your young chieftain!"
"..."
Jing Zhe gave a few more instructions, then left with Hanhan.
The fat Taoist priest and his young followers were all busy having fun, and the entire courtyard of the Taoist temple was deserted.
Jing Zhe joked, "Do we still need to go pray to the Buddha?"
"I won't worship anymore."
The simpleton spat again, "Even if this Bodhisattva is truly effective, it's still a lewd Bodhisattva!"
"Since we're not going to pray anymore, why don't we go borrow some money from the Bodhisattva and spend it?"
As he spoke, he led Hanhan to a burlap sack and headed towards the front yard, looking around as he went, trying to find a handy tool similar to an iron shovel.
"Young chieftain, this is a Taoist temple, not a farmhouse. Where would you find a shovel?"
The simpleton muttered to himself as he searched.
"Just look for it. If you can't find it, just dig with your hands!"
The two walked and searched, eventually moving from the backyard to the front yard.
"It seems... we don't need to look anymore."
Jing Zhe stared at the body of the Azure Cloud Bodhisattva, seemingly lost in thought.
At this moment, in front of the Bodhisattva Qingyun, a masked woman dressed in black, with a slender and petite figure, was digging with an iron shovel. Although she was covered up, the bulge in her chest clearly indicated her gender. It seemed that she had never used such a "weapon" before, and her movements were slightly clumsy.
"Young Master, we..."
"Shh!"
Jing Zhe made a shushing gesture and whispered, "Let her dig, and we'll go up after she's finished!"
"..."
As they spoke, the two hid behind a pillar next to the main hall, staring intently at the Qingyun Bodhisattva.
...
Half an hour later, the woman in black with her face covered was drenched in sweat.
But perseverance pays off; a large pit had been dug out from the lotus flower beneath the Bodhisattva Qingyun, and the outside was filled with mud and white bean-shaped things.
The masked woman paused for a moment, took out a burlap sack she had prepared beforehand, and jumped into the pit.
"Walk!"
Jing Zhe led Hanhan out, came to the pit, squatted down, and watched the masked woman busy in the pit.
I was still thinking to myself: This soil is so big and so round...
The masked woman seemed to sense something, stopped what she was doing, and suddenly raised her head.
Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still.
Under the moonlight, the woman's eyes were like frost, extremely cold.
"Busy?"
Jing Zhe spoke first, "Do you need any help?"
"..."
Seeing that the woman remained silent, Jing Zhe said, "You don't have to help, but we have to agree on a deal: we'll split it in half when we meet!"
"..."
"Don't glare at me! If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have kept even half of it. It's just that you've been busy all night, and it wouldn't look good for you to go home empty-handed!"
"..."
"Still glaring? Hey, who are you pointing your shovel at? Can't you see the situation? Two men against one woman, even if I don't give you anything, you can't do anything to me!"
The masked woman planted the shovel in the ground and leaped up as lightly as a swallow.
"You're trying to steal my things?"
Her voice was clear and crisp, yet as cold and piercing as her eyes.
"What do you mean 'your things'? These clearly belong to our Taoist temple!"
"Your Taoist temple?"
The masked woman sized him up and down, then said coldly, "Are you also a lecher?"
"..."
Jing Zhe touched his nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
"I am the Tao, but I am not lewd!"
He then introduced himself, hoping to impress her: "I am Han Li, a former disciple of the Qingyun Sect, also known in the martial arts world as Master Han!"
"Master Han? Or a disowned disciple? Never heard of him!"
The masked woman raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh.
"Pah! I think you're just like those fake Taoist priests in this temple. You dare say you're not lewd?"
"I've been watching you from behind for ages. If I were lewd, I would have pounced on you long ago! But I'm standing here perfectly normal, not at all!"
Because her face was covered, Jing Zhe could not see the woman's appearance clearly.
But her figure, encased in tight black clothing, was quite voluptuous.
"You were watching me from behind...and you watched me for ages?"
Seemingly recalling her unseemly posture while digging, the masked woman's voice turned cold and seemed to tremble slightly.
"You lewd man, die!"
Before she finished speaking, the masked woman leaped into the air and pounced towards Jing Zhe.
Including Lu Li, this was the second woman Jing Zhe had seen who could fly. Her figure was sharp and her aura was overwhelming. Jing Zhe was momentarily stunned, only two words swirling in his mind:
That's fucking amazing!
"Young Master, be careful!"
With a loud shout, Hanhan quickly rushed in front of Jing Zhe, pulled him aside, crossed his arms, and went to meet him.
Just as he was about to be punched in the face by a pair of small pink fists, Jing Zhe, regaining his senses, was furious. He pointed at the masked woman and said, "You idiot, give her a good beating! Oh, and don't hit her in the face!"
"..."
...
The masked woman's fists were small, and she was petite, giving the impression that she had little offensive power.
But the reality is quite the opposite.
She was so fast that her punches seemed to carry the wind, and even with his large physique, Hanhan could barely block them.
One punch after another, he threw a dozen or twenty in an instant, but fortunately, Hanhan's martial arts skills were not low and he blocked them all.
After the first wave of attacks ended, the masked woman retreated and stared at the two men.
Jing Zhe hid behind Hanhan. From his perspective, Hanhan's hands hanging behind his back were not only red and swollen, but also trembling!
This woman... is so strong!
Jing Zhe and Hanhan thought of it at the same time.
"I thought he was so powerful, could it be that he can't even beat a little woman?"
The masked woman blinked and said in a sweet, coquettish voice.
Jing Zhe cursed inwardly: Not cute at all!
If he could beat her, he would have rushed up and pinned her to his lap and spanked her hard!
"Take this!"
How could a big, simple man over six feet tall stand being made sarcastic remarks by a young girl?
Enraged, he raised his fist and charged out.
As the second strongest fighter on Mount Mang, Hanhan hasn't gone all out like this in a long time.
His fighting spirit soared, and his arm, which had been numb from the shock, seemed to have lost all feeling. In an instant, he appeared in front of the masked woman.
The next moment, the iron fist the size of a clay pot slammed out!
The masked woman's actions were even more terrifying. Unlike the simpleton who had crossed his arms to defend himself, she clenched her fists and charged straight at him!
Fight for the sake of fighting, and attack for the sake of attacking!
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