The young man walked to Mr. Zhou and nodded slightly.
Mr. Zhou looked the young man up and down and found that except for his clothes being a little dirty and his spirit being a little depressed, there was nothing wrong with him. Mr. Zhou finally put his heart into his stomach.
It's fine as long as everything is fine. Now he only wants to have no faults and no merit.
"Come here, take these people out and settle them down, then lead them down the mountain to send them back." Mr. Zhou waved.
"Here."
As everyone else was taken away, the dungeon fell into silence, and Mr. Zhou looked respectful. Although the person in front of him was just an illegitimate child, to him he was as strong as a jade pillar.
"Master, I wonder what happened before the official and others arrived?" Mr. Zhou asked softly.
"A young monk in white is very ruthless and doesn't look like an ordinary monk." The young man said.
"Monk in white?" Mr. Zhou was stunned. He never expected that the person who caused the Shura field-like scene outside was actually a monk.
"Did you see that person?" The young man raised his chin towards the corner.
Mr. Zhou heard the sound and looked around, only to see a man huddled motionless in the shadow of the corner.
"This is..." Mr. Zhou asked slightly puzzled.
"One of the bandits took advantage of the commotion and hid in, hoping to escape, but in the end he was frightened to death," the young man explained.
"Are you scared to death!?" Mr. Zhou was shocked.
"Well, he ran down from above. Although I don't know what happened, he escaped but was still scared to death. He kept talking about evil spirits. I'm afraid the scene outside is unusual." said the young man.
Hearing this, Mr. Zhou smiled bitterly, and then told the young man what he had seen outside.
"Hiss..." After hearing this, the young man couldn't help but feel chills running down his spine and took a deep breath.
He felt horrified just hearing the scene outside, but the monk in white was the initiator of all this. When the monk went down to the dungeon, he was still spotless and smiling.
"What a generation of evil monks." The young man sighed sincerely.
"Monk in white, what do you think of this title?" The young man suddenly looked at Master Zhou and asked.
"This...hehehe, not bad, a good name." Mr. Zhou was stunned and quickly agreed.
"That's it. Send a message to my father for me and arrange for people to publicize this matter. In any case, he is my savior. I still have to give him a name." The young man smiled.
According to common sense, there is no problem for young people to do this. After all, strength is important in the world, and reputation is also important.
If his reputation is big enough, even an ordinary person will be treated with courtesy by all major sects.
But it's different for Qingchen. His existence is too special. Publicizing it will have both advantages and disadvantages for Qingchen, but the disadvantages are obviously greater.
I don’t know what kind of expression he would feel if he found out about this in the early hours of the morning.
Moreover, normal monks' robes are all brown, sea blue, or at worst, brown. Some high-ranking monks will wear yellow, and there is absolutely no white.
If word of this got out, it would be like a lice on a bald man's head in the early hours of the morning - it would be obvious.
Anyone who saw Chen Chen or heard about it would recognize Chen Chen as the demonic monk in white.
"Young Master is absolutely right. I will go and do it right away. I will tell you that the white-clothed demon monk punishes rape and eradicates evil. He will not tolerate evildoers at all. For the sake of the people of the world, he will even kill the bandits of Hutou Mountain." Lord Zhou said.
"It's not bad, just pass it on like this. In the end, countless people will help polish it." The young man said with a smile.
"What the young master said makes sense, but I'd better cover the young master's eyes first, so as not to be uncomfortable after he goes out." Mr. Zhou suggested.
"No, I'm going to the border to join the army on this trip. It's better to get used to the blood in advance." The young man stopped him.
He is just an illegitimate child. He cannot appear upright in front of others and can only rely on his own efforts.
For this reason, his cheap father gave him a letter of recommendation so that he would not struggle at the bottom after joining the army, but that was all it helped him.
After all, his father was also very strict. In his father's words, he didn't have to start doing odd jobs, but he had to work hard on his own.
If he dies, then he dies, and just pretend that he does not have such a son. If he survives and has military exploits, he can be included in the family tree, and his connections can be used at his disposal. How high he can climb depends on his own ability.
It goes without saying how important these rewards are to him, so he has to adapt to the blood in advance so as not to embarrass his father by reacting too much in the military.
"That's... okay." Mr. Zhou didn't dare to argue, so he reluctantly nodded in agreement, but he was still a little worried about this matter.
He also joined the army. Because he was injured, his cultivation level could no longer be improved, so he retired and became a minor official in Qinghe County. However, despite this, he was still not used to the scene outside.
One can only imagine how such a pampered young master would react. There is no telling if he will still be responsible.
But what they said had already been said, and he didn't have the qualifications to stop it. He had to lead the way. The further out, the more the smell of blood grew.
Mr. Zhou couldn't help but keep looking back at the young man to prevent him from feeling uncomfortable and causing problems.
However, what impressed Lord Zhou was that although the young man turned pale, he still followed him step by step, but he just didn't know how he would react when he went out and saw those corpses.
As soon as he came out of the dungeon, the sun couldn't help but be a bit dazzling. The young man couldn't help but shield his eyes. When he got used to it and put down his arms and saw the scene in front of him, his expression changed drastically.
"Ouch!" The young man rushed to the side and bent down to vomit.
Mr. Zhou suddenly showed an expression that was as expected, then quickly ran to the young man's side and patted the young man's back gently.
"Sir, are you okay?" Mr. Zhou asked earnestly.
The young man vomited and waved his hands to indicate that he was fine.
The young man vomited almost everything in his stomach before he gave up. His legs were as soft as noodles after vomiting.
"Sir, this is normal. I was not as good as you when I went to the battlefield for the first time." Mr. Zhou comforted him.
"Go down...go down the mountain." The young man said weakly.
Mr. Zhou pursed his lips, suppressed a smile and helped the young man walk outside.
"You clean up, cut off the head of the thief and take it away, do you understand?" Master Zhou ordered.
"clear!"
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"Master Sanyan, do you still eat meat?" Ning Xuan asked, looking at Chen Chen who was roasting pheasant.
"Why can't the poor monk eat meat?" Chen Chen looked at the pheasant and asked without raising his head.
"Don't monks not eat meat?" Ning Xuan asked hesitantly.
Why do these words sound so familiar?
It seems like someone has asked this?
I thought about it in the early morning but didn't remember it. I simply stopped thinking about it. Maybe it was because I was hungry?
"The other monks haven't killed anyone yet, so why don't the poor monks kill them too?" Ling Chen said.
"Uh..." Ning Xuan scratched his head, a little speechless.
"Hahaha, don't think so much, the poor monk is not a serious monk." Chen Chen reached out and patted Ning Xuan on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Come on, come on, it's roasted, let's eat." Chen Qing stuffed the roasted chicken into Ning Xuan's hand, then turned around and picked up his own portion and ate it directly.
Ning Xuan looked at the roast chicken in his hand, then at Ling Chen, and gave a helpless smile.
