Zhang Yan and Li Damu were curious about what Zhao Hao and Zhang Ning had discussed.
However, the result was that Zhang Ning summoned Zhang Yan inside to discuss matters, while Li Damu saw Zhao Hao and his group off.
Li Damu quickly picked up his kidnapped brother, and after a few polite words, the two said goodbye.
Zhang Rang also noticed that Zhao Hao had been away from the camp for a night and had not returned, but dared not say anything more.
Zhao Hao's "Random Thoughts" really scared him a bit.
After the incident in Montenegro, the road became much smoother.
Gradually, the number of villages and people they encountered also gradually increased.
It's October now, and in about a month, the temperature will probably drop significantly, at which point there won't be this many pedestrians on the streets.
At this time, Zhao Hao and his group had arrived outside Luoyang City. Goods were indeed scarce at this time, mostly surplus grains. There were plenty of beans, but very few vegetables and fruits.
With such a scene outside the city, Zhao Hao no longer felt that there was anything inside the city that he would find appealing.
“Brother Zhao, look, that’s the White Horse Temple. If you wish to pray to the gods and Buddhas, why don’t we pay a visit before we set up camp in the city?”
Zhao Hao smiled; he had no feelings for Buddhism.
But if we're looking at the historical sites and scenic spots before they were burned down by Dong Zhuo... then there's nothing wrong with that.
"Senior monk, please announce my arrival..."
"No need. Your aura is too strong. The abbot of this temple sensed your approach from afar. If you would like to burn incense and pray to Buddha for a few days first, perhaps the abbot would be willing to meet with you and help you clear away the karmic retribution you have in this life. Good, good."
Zhang Rang suffered his first... well, this is barely the second time he's been humiliated this month.
The old monk just wanted money for incense offerings.
Seeing that Zhao Hao and his group were numerous and imposing, it was clear they intended to fleece a wealthy family.
"I.."
Seeing Zhang Rang reach into his pocket, Zhao Hao stopped him with one hand.
Seeing Zhao Hao's unfriendly expression, Yuwen Chengdu quickly stepped forward and asked.
"Young master, should we wait until this bald monk reaches the age of sixty and be able to understand?"
Zhao Hao smiled and shook his head.
"Chengdu, let me teach you something new today!"
Confucius said, "Without learning propriety, one cannot stand upright!"
Zhang Rang was taken aback. "General Zhao... do you want this old monk to relearn etiquette?"
The old monk, however, looked disdainful and snorted, "Amitabha."
"This old monk has been studying etiquette for over a decade, but the young master is only in his early twenties. How can he possibly teach this old monk etiquette?"
Seeing Yuwen Chengdu and Hu Sanniang looking at him with the curious expressions of children, Zhao Hao planted his spear on the ground and pounded his fists together loudly.
"What I mean is, since you haven't learned to show me the respect I'm supposed to, then I'll beat you until you can't stand up! Ah Da!"
With a single, powerful punch, the old monk felt as if his stomach no longer belonged to him from that moment on.
The tingling, numb, and throbbing pain instantly made his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth feel like a blur.
"Old man, I've recently been studying a new style of boxing called the Rejuvenating and Strengthening Boxing. You haven't used it in a long time, so it might make you sick. Today, I'll personally take care of it for you!"
Bang!
Zhao Hao used Yin energy; his punches appeared powerful, but he failed to knock the old bald monk away.
However, he could still feel the capillaries all over his body starting to burst!
"Sun-shaped punch! Hook punch, whip punch, dragon punch explosion!"
Phew, all done!
Zhao Hao only managed to land eighteen punches before the old monk could only lie on the ground like a turtle, his head raised and his whole body convulsing.
"Hmph, Buddhism is indeed useless. Chengdu, Third Sister! Today I'll show you that your young master can also compose poetry while wielding a spear!"
Thump!
Zhao Hao kicked the bottom of the iron spear, causing it to fall into his hand.
Then, with a swift and powerful stroke, he brandished the spear across the wall of the White Horse Temple, writing characters with it!
"Having slaughtered a million soldiers in the northern desert, the blood on the sword at my waist is still fresh!"
"Such...such immense killing intent!"
"Well written, young master!"
The first two sentences alone were enough to chill Zhang Rang to the bone, as if he were witnessing Zhao Hao leading his three thousand elite cavalrymen, relentlessly charging and killing the Hu army.
So, the last two sentences...
"The bald monk doesn't recognize a hero; he only cares about offering incense and asking for names!"
Forehead...
So, it really was written to mock someone?
"Haha, it's very well written, really good!"
Faced with Zhao Hao's self-praise, everyone was speechless.
"Indeed...not bad!"
Unexpectedly, even the monk who was foaming at the mouth on the ground praised Zhao Hao's writing.
"It's just... the handwriting! Is! Too! Ugly!"
With the last of his strength, the monk roared out the three words he thought would strike Zhao Hao.
However, Zhao Hao just pursed his lips and said indifferently.
"So what if I'm a mere soldier and my handwriting is ugly?"
...
The story of the White Horse Temple quickly spread throughout the capital city of Luoyang.
Whether this was intentional or unintentionally spread by passersby remains unknown.
Interestingly, the walls of the White Horse Temple have become a must-see attraction for countless tourists. The White Horse Temple has also used this opportunity to promote Zhao Hao's boundless Buddhist teachings and to emphasize that Buddhists should not only receive worshippers for the sake of incense money.
Unexpectedly, this brought renewed attention to the White Horse Temple, which had been struggling due to the off-season for tourism, giving Zhao Hao a profound experience...
"Tsk, shameless bald monk!"
"Young Master, you... hahaha, those words, how about Jinglue find someone to fix them for you?"
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