Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 205 - 121: Arrival at Nanjun Prefecture Government! The Mad Commandery Prince of Nanjun! (10,000-word - , please subscribe)_6

Chapter 205: Chapter 121: Arrival at Nanjun Prefecture Government! The Mad Commandery Prince of Nanjun! (10,000-word Chapter, please subscribe)_6

Monk Zhi Kong greeted this senior brother very politely, even nodding to Old Blue Ox.

Only to hear Zhi Shan remind, "You can arrange the donors in the guest rooms on the east side, where there are precisely two empty rooms available. However... there resides an incense guest with a particularly peculiar temperament."

"That incense guest... I’m not quite sure how to describe him. Suffice it to say, he has a very bad temper, and he is also a cultivator. But he is not of any heretical path, and I don’t know his identity," he added.

"But the abbot shows him great respect; he must be some important figure!"

Continuing, Zhi Shan said, "Should that peculiar-tempered incense guest cause a disturbance to the donors, please, I beg you to not anger him too much, because... because those who anger him..."

Zhi Shan swallowed nervously and lowered his voice, "Out of ten people, nine are still lying in bed healing."

Yun Jiuqing asked in surprise, "And the other one?"

Zhi Shan replied, "The other one is himself... He becomes angry at himself, then acts as if he is crazed, tearing down an entire house. In short, it’s very peculiar."

Monk Zhi Kong, astonished, said, "Brother Zhi Shan, why did the abbot keep such a guest? Even if his identity is no small matter, he has hurt people!"

Zhi Shan answered, "He compensates with silver. For those he’s injured, he compensated each 500 taels of silver. Afterwards, the injured no longer pursued the matter. Some even hoped to be struck a few more times to get more compensation."

Pausing, he continued, "As for the temple building that was destroyed, that incense guest compensated 5,000 taels of silver."

Monk Zhi Kong listened, dumbstruck.

Is that even possible?!

Adding it all up, wouldn’t that be nearly 10,000 taels of silver he’s thrown into this?

Hiss!!

Even though Monk Zhi Kong was not attached to or in pursuit of silver, he was still very clear about how substantial that sum was.

What Hanling Temple receives in incense money in a month.

Isn’t that about it?

And that’s when there are many incense guests, resulting in that much incense money. Usually, it might only be a little over half of that number?

"Taoist Priest Fan, what do you think..." Zhi Kong carefully inquired of Fan Wu, worried that the abnormal incense guest would irritate Daoist Priest Fan.

He was not concerned for the safety of Daoist Priest Fan, but for the safety of that guest!

Killing someone in a temple isn’t too good, right?

Perhaps?

"It doesn’t matter, he’s just a madman," Fan Wu grinned and said, "In the dead of night, we may not even encounter him."

"Amitabha, true..." Monk Zhi Kong gave it some thought and felt the same. Even an incense guest with mental issues would need to rest at this late hour, wouldn’t they?

Moreover, Daoist Priest Fan and the rest were only staying for one night.

It should...

Perhaps...

Not be a problem?!

...

The group arrived at the guest rooms on the east side of Hanling Temple; Fan Wu and Yun Jiuqing’s rooms were separated by about twenty or thirty steps and were not adjacent.

The guest room was small, furnished only with a bed, a table, a chair, and an incense burner for calming the mind.

Fan Wu left Old Blue Ox outside the guest room.

As Old Blue Ox settled by the door to rest, he himself stayed inside the room.

In the blink of an eye...

An hour had passed.

Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, resting and cultivating his spirit, Fan Wu suddenly sensed some strange commotion outside. He opened his eyes, furrowed his brows, and slowly rose from the bed.

After opening the door.

Fan Wu saw, not far from the guest room, a figure suspended beneath the canopy of a Bodhi tree. Around the person’s neck was a noose; they were hanging!

But.

Seeing this scene, Fan Wu did not move to save the person, because the person hanging from the tree, whether by heartbeat, breath, or complexion, appeared exceedingly normal and healthy.

Even with the noose tightly bound around the person’s neck, they did not seem to have any difficulty breathing.

Moreover.

Fan Wu could see the person’s attribute information.

Delirious Elder Cultivator—this was the nickname of the person, still in the consistent style of the system points.

points—this was the person’s Power attribute.

And this person’s Life attribute...

Was also in the four digits.

A rather formidable cultivator—this was Fan Wu’s first impression of the person. Naturally, the second impression was: This fellow’s mind, seemingly not quite right.

What normal person would hang themselves for fun under a Bodhi Tree? If ordinary people saw this in the dead of night, I’m afraid it would scare the daylights out of them.

Could this guy be the abnormal incense guest mentioned by Monk Zhi Kong’s elder fellow disciple? 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Wow!

Fan Wu had thought he wouldn’t run into him, especially since there wasn’t much time left until daylight.

But still, he ran into him.

Forget it.

Having run into him was one thing; Fan Wu couldn’t care less about whatever the other was up to, dead set on ignoring him.

Just as he was about to turn back, he suddenly heard the sound of the rope snapping.

Crack!

This was followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground.

"Alas! No clue at all! No clue at all!"

Squatting on the cold, butt-freezing ground, that person murmured to himself, "How can there be no clue? It shouldn’t... no matter how you look at it, it shouldn’t be. What on earth is the reason?!"

Afterward.

He abruptly turned his head.

And looked at Fan Wu.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know why we need to cultivate, why we have to worship the myriad Heavenly Gods and Buddhas to gain the power to suppress Demons and Devils?"

As a cultivator, do we really have no other way to go?" He suddenly got up and, mumbling the question to himself, took steps towards Fan Wu.

It was a mere few steps, but the distance between him and Fan Wu rapidly shrank.

Until he was just two steps away from Fan Wu.

He asked excitedly, "I’ve never seen you at Hanling Temple, fellow Taoist, which means you’re a new face! The fellow Taoists I’ve met before weren’t up to snuff - not one of them could solve my quandary."

"If you, fellow Taoist, can unravel my confusion, I can give you a lot of silver! Is one hundred thousand enough? How about one million? Ten million... um, I don’t think I have that much."

"I don’t know." Fan Wu casually replied.

"You don’t know? No! You must know!" The person insisted earnestly, "With such heavy evil qi on you, I can tell you are extraordinary!"

"Really want to know?" Fan Wu suddenly became interested.

"Yes! Yes!" The person nodded eagerly.

"Cultivators, aside from worshipping the gods and Buddhas in the sky, naturally have other paths they can follow." Fan Wu said with a smile that seemed radiant: "That is to consistently temper your muscles, lash your sinews every moment, and night after night hone your fists!"

"That way, your purity will be very high! You won’t need to worship gods or Buddhas, nor rely on any techniques, and you can use your fists to suppress Demons and Devils! Heck, if you want to suppress gods and Buddhas, that’s not out of the question either!"

The more the man listened, the wider his eyes opened, looking at Fan Wu, his expression went from full of anticipation at first.

To now, looking at him as if seeing a madman.

"Absurd!!!" He glared at Fan Wu, furious and bulging eyes: "I think you’re just mocking me!"

"This lunatic really infuriates me!!"

"Infuriates me!!!"

His face turned an abnormal shade of red with anger, and his annoyance didn’t seem feigned.

After that.

He actually rolled up his sleeves and kicked at Fan Wu—a kick not lacking in force. If an ordinary person were struck by this kick, they would have been flung nearly ten meters away.

No wonder Monk Zhi Shan said that those who annoyed this fellow were still lying in bed, recuperating from their injuries.

However.

Fan Wu delivered an even more forceful hand chop that fell with greater speed.

Before the man’s foot could reach Fan Wu, a ferocious hell-burying hand chop had already struck squarely on top of his head!

Bang!

The man’s kicking motion came to an abrupt stop.

His bulging eyes trembled crazily, as if the sound of his skull cracking could be heard, and with a roll of his eyes, his body slackened, collapsing to lie flat on the ground.

"Hmm?"

Fan Wu suddenly bent over to pick up an item that had fallen to the ground, sporting a slightly odd expression. It was a golden token with three characters on it.

"Nanjun, County, Prince?" Fan Wu enunciated each word deliberately, reading them out one by one.

It seemed he had knocked out a very significant person.

Wow!

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