The other photographers looked at this scene with horrified faces.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the sleeping Taoist priest suddenly rose up, broke the neck of his companion, and stuffed him out in a majestic way.
How can this be a Taoist priest?
The executioner at Qiu Zhan's execution ground wasn't that cruel, right?
"The idea is prickly, run, run!"
How dare these people stay any longer? They rolled and crawled towards the third-class carriage.
Zhang Zhiwei did not pursue him, but turned to look at his master Zhang Jingqing.
Zhang Jingqing also looked at Zhang Zhiwei.
After a moment, Zhang Jingqing sighed: "What a sin, after all that, you still chose the second option!"
Zhang Zhiwei pondered for a moment and said: "Master, I thought about it for a long time and finally chose to follow my heart!"
All day long, Zhang Zhiwei was thinking.
He kept recalling in his mind what he swore to his master Zhang Jingqing the day before yesterday - if the path you want to take is not easy to follow, this is not the path you want to take; if it is difficult to do what you want to do, you are not the person you want to be.
Now, at the Heart Ape level, he doesn't want to be a traveler, and he doesn't want to smooth his edges.
In his view, the so-called mental monkey essentially refers to a combination of his own hostility, vigor, fierceness, evil spirit, sharpness, arrogance...
Many of these are bad negative emotions, which are stumbling blocks on the road to cultivation, just like the three corpses of the Three Demon Sects. After being cut off, the future will be much smoother.
But aren’t these the things that make up a human being? Besides, there are also some positive emotions in the Heart Monkey. If all the edges and corners are smoothed and rounded, wouldn’t it also mean that we have lost our true colors?
After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to open the alchemy furnace and release the Ape Heart.
He doesn't want to be a bullshit traveler.
He wants to be the Monkey King!
If a monkey wants to be a traveler, he has hit a wall, because his situation is stronger than that of humans, because he has been suppressed for five hundred years, and because he is forced to have no choice. Otherwise, if he is full, he will not be a traveler.
But who forced Zhang Zhiwei?
Who can suppress Zhang Zhiwei?
If that's the case, then why go to all the trouble of becoming a traveler and make yourself "round"?
Therefore, when faced with these thugs, he showed no restraint or restraint, and directly chose to follow his heart and use thunderous means.
And, in Zhang Zhiwei's view, this is not too much, human traffickers deserve to die!
The fact that I can give them happiness is already a gift from God!
"As a master, I am just a guide. The road is always at your feet. Since you have made your own choice, there is no need to force yourself to be a master."
"Dan Zhiwei, please remember that no longer suppressing Xin Yuan does not mean complete indulgence. You must abide by your original intention. To borrow a word from the Confucian sage Wang Yangming, you must have a Bodhisattva heart and a Vajra method."
"You just saved people with a bodhisattva heart. Now, you should show your diamond skills to deal with those dirty things, cleanly and neatly!"
Zhang Jingqing said in a deep voice.
Zhang Jingqing had actually expected Zhang Zhiwei to make this choice.
After all, I only know how to do it on paper, and I know that I have to do it in detail.
Isn't releasing the Heart Monkey and then suppressing the Wuzhishan a part of smoothing the Heart Monkey?
I just don’t know who can be my disciple’s Tathagata Buddha, Wuzhishan?
"Yes, Master!"
Zhang Zhiwei turned around and walked towards the third-class carriage.
In fact, with Zhang Zhiwei's cultivation level, he could have wiped out those buddies in just an instant.
The reason why I only killed one person and let a few people go was purely for fun.
After all, this kind of organization usually operates in a group, with big fish behind it.
In the narrow aisle of the train, several photographers were running for their lives. As they were running away, they looked back and saw Zhang Zhiwei chasing after them. They were immediately frightened.
"Then...that ghost-like cow-nosed guy is following...he's coming!"
"Quick...run, this bull's nose is too cruel, it will be bad if he is caught!"
"Quick, go to the third-class compartment, there are many people there, get rid of this bull's nose!"
Several photographers rolled and crawled to the third-class compartment.
Zhang Zhiwei had no expression on his face and gave them a "safe" distance. He followed them unhurriedly to the third-class carriage.
There was a loud noise that could not be suppressed by the collision of railroad tracks.
Even in the middle of the night, the third-class carriage was very noisy. Children were crying, women were scolding, and men were shouting. It was as noisy as a pot of hot water boiling.
The crowded carriage can almost make people breathless. All kinds of strange and pungent smells are mixed together. It feels like stepping into a smelly ditch. Compared with the second-class carriage, it is simply the difference between heaven and hell.
Several patters violently pushed away the pedestrians in the aisle and ran towards the front of the car.
Zhang Zhiwei still followed leisurely.
But the strange thing is that the crowded train aisle seems to be nothing to Zhang Zhiwei. Those people crowded in the aisle are pushed to both sides by a strange force as soon as they touch him.
Zhang Zhiwei followed several people calmly through the third-class carriage, then passed two more doors and arrived at the carriage closest to the locomotive.
As soon as we entered, we were hit by the pungent smell of burning coal.
This carriage has no seats and is filled with coal, which is the "fuel tank" of the train.
At this moment, there were about ten people standing in the "gas tank", lined up in a row, all wearing rags. At a glance, it was difficult to tell whether they were humans or ghosts.
In the corner of the carriage, there were several children stained black by coal ash, crowded in there like animals. These children were big and small, but they all looked dull, as if they had lost their minds.
In the far corner, there is a black jar covered with strange yellow symbols. Next to the jar, there is a child whose limbs were mutilated after being harvested.
The child's limbs were missing, his face was dull, his eyes were crooked and his mouth was slanted. He was lying on the ground black and squirming. If you didn't look closely, you would have thought it was a seal.
Zhang Zhiwei only took one look, and a surge of blood rushed straight to the top of his head.
He could kill with just a nod, but harvesting, cutting, and cutting things really made him angry.
These human traffickers are more hated than the bandits before.
"Brother, this awesome guy killed one of our brothers..."
The few people who had just escaped, panting, walked up to a disheveled beggar and reported the situation in a more elaborate manner.
After hearing the report from his subordinates, the disheveled beggar raised his head, revealed a sinister face, and said with a ferocious smile:
"Where did you come from as a wild Taoist priest? When you are away from home, you must be bright in your tactics. You know who to offend. Today I will let you know the consequences of provoking my Cao Gang!"
"That's right, boss, catch him and put this bull's nose into the boiler as fuel!"
"Isn't it too cheap to kill the Taoist priest directly? You must pay a price for killing our people. Let's just skin him, cut off his arms, sew his legs together and make a human snake. Then take him out every day and treat him like a cash cow, just like paying off a debt!"
