The second-in-command of Sipinhonghuo, Big Wheel and Razor Zhang, were eating and drinking at a small table more than 20 meters away, just across the street; there were several others beside them, who were obviously their subordinates.

"That being said, what if people know our details? I'll go over and say hello and see what they want to do?"

Zhu Yun touched the wine bottle and was about to stand up, but Zhu Tong held him back: "Brother, give me a bottle of Qiyousan. Big Fire Wheel is too arrogant. They are the ones who ignore the rules of the world. You don't need to give him this step; hum!

I want him to know that our brothers are not easy to mess with."

Zhu Yun took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it over from under the table. Zhu Tong took it and glanced at the razor lightly, stretched out his fingers and bent them twice, meaning to let him come over; then he turned back to the second senior brother and said: "He was the one who hurt me.

, Today I am going to destroy this razor."

"Okay! If you say so, senior brother will support you." Zhu Yun took out his mobile phone and dialed the number and said, "Bring someone to the market to find me." Although he was more than ten years older than Zhu Tong, he admired this very much.

Junior Brother's scheming knew that Zhu Tong was not an impulsive person.

Razor Zhang felt a little guilty at Zhu Tong's look, and whispered something to Big Wheel. Big Wheel's eyes scanned the area and nodded; Razor Zhang stood up and walked over.

"Sorry to bother you two, our second senior brother asked me to come over and invite the two senior brothers Zhumen over for a drink. This clears up the previous misunderstanding. After all, we are all still in the same camp."

"Misunderstanding?" Zhu Tong spoke first before his senior brother could speak: "Many things in the world are like this. You start using accidents as an excuse, and finally say misunderstanding is over. But you and I both understand that there is no misunderstanding in the world. Three days ago

In Shanghai, I took over the path drawn by Brother Razor. Now, it's my turn to propose the question."

Zhu Tong reached out and picked up a piece of red coal from the charcoal stove, raised it to his eyes and stared at it: "Anyone who plays with fire is in danger of being burned. Brother Zhang brought this to the big fire wheel and said that we were not the ones who lit the fire."

The bustling crowd was rushing around, and no one noticed this battle in the world.

The hot charcoal turned on Zhu Tong's fingertips, constantly emitting strange green sparks.

Shazhuo Zhang hesitated, he had no ability to pinch the coals. The coals in Zhu Tong's hand were unusually hot, and the green sparks proved that there was a lot of mystery inside.

But Da Honghuo, the second head of the family, was watching, and the brothers of Fourth Grade Honghuo around him were watching. Zhu Tong had already made a clear path. As the front man of Fourth Grade Honghuo, it was impossible not to take over.

Zhu Tong blew a breath to make the coals between his fingers burn brighter, smiled and said to Razor Zhang, "Brother Razor, won't you give me this face?"

His hands were smeared with the master's secret medicine Qiyousan, and he used Pengma Kung Fu to protect his fingers. To outsiders, Zhu Tong's feeling of pinching a charcoal was similar to pinching a flower.

Shazhao Zhang was also well-known in the world. He couldn't stand the ridicule, so he gritted his teeth and spread his palms.

Zhu Tong loosened his fingers, and the charcoal fell into the palm of Razor Zhang's hand, and the smell of barbecue rose with the smoke; fortunately, this smell was all around, and there was actually no difference between the smell of roasted human flesh and roasted beef.

Shao Zhang Zhang grunted, holding back the pain, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Zhu Tong closed his palms for him, suppressed the charcoal burning his muscles, took out a small medicine bottle, and scattered it on the bloody area.

One point: "Brother Zhang is awesome. I wish you admire you as a man. The grudge between you and me is over. Brother Zhang, don't use force for half a year. This hand is still yours."

Razor gritted his teeth and looked at the wound fiercely. After Zhu Tong's medicine was applied to his palm, the heartbreaking pain turned into a refreshing feeling, and the expression on his face was no longer so painful. However, he did not dare to say no and turned back to the big fire wheel.

The people around him even nodded to this side.

Zhu Yun chuckled and said, "Junior brother, are you too cruel?"

Qiyousan is one of Zhumen's secret medicines. When used externally, it can repel poisons and prevent attacks by five poisonous snakes and insects. When applied to the body, it can also protect the limbs from withstanding fire and external attacks to a certain extent, so it is called Qiyusan.

The disciples of the Zhu sect once used Qiyousan to make money in the martial arts world. However, the raw materials for making Qiyousan were poisonous, so the disciples of the Zhu sect were very careful when using them. Even if they practiced Peng Ma Gong

, it will also be very troublesome if Qiyousan penetrates into the wound.

Zhu Tong didn't have Qidu Powder, but Zhu Yun couldn't lack it. Their brothers had different ways of getting around.

Just now, if Shao Zhang Zhang did not apply the Qi Du Powder given by Zhu Tong, the burn would not be cured. The weak dose of Qi Du Powder stuck to it would dissipate, and it would be cured in more than ten days; after applying Qi Du Powder, Shao Zhang Zhang's hand

You really can't use any strength within half a year, and you may need to use Zhumen's antidote to recover.

"He asked for it himself, and my injury is not serious. Senior brother, I am leaving you a favor. If you give him the antidote then, this razor may be yours." Zhu Tongyin smiled and touched it.

Touching his right shoulder, "Senior brother, I have no more plaster. Let your disciple get a dog and I will make the plaster tomorrow."

According to the old liar, the three days before the injury are the critical period. The plaster needs to be changed every day. After three days, it can only be changed every five days.

Generally speaking, after three patches of dog skin plaster, any serious injury should be cured. Zhu Tong originally only had three patches of plaster on his body, but after applying one to Ye'er, he was gone.

"It's because you are smart." Zhu Yun responded and took out the plaster he used to put on himself and gave it to Zhu Tong; he had many disciples, so he carried a lot of plasters. However, Zhu Tong still wanted to use the dog skin plaster he made, but Zhu Yun did a great job.

If there are too many, the focus will be scattered and the effect will be compromised.

Big Fire Wheel looked at Zhu Tong with a sinister look in his eyes. He stood up and was about to walk over. Suddenly he took out a phone from his pocket. As he listened, his expression gradually became calm and respectful, and he turned and walked towards Hongqiao.

Shao Tou Zhang threw down a banknote and followed him. After a while, all the people in the night market disappeared.

"Weird." Zhu Tong muttered to himself and stood up. He looked around for a long time before sitting down. He could smell a conspiracy, but he didn't know who was behind it.

"What's weird? There are so many of us, even if we fight, it won't be easy for them." Zhu Yun gestured nonchalantly.

His disciples came, and there were more than a dozen people dressed as Taoist monks in the crowd, some with bulging waists, and some simply carrying swords and sticks. After seeing Zhu Yun's gesture,

, scattered around.

As in all tourist areas, it is very common for monks and Taoists to appear, carrying sticks and swords. Others don't think it is strange. This is what they practice.

The young monk Zhu Chengfeng ran over and sat down. He grabbed a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth. He chewed them and said, "Master and uncle, they did not live in the ancient city. They went to the new city above. Senior brother is following them."

"Let Cheng Hu come back. Don't follow me, or you'll suffer a loss." Zhu Tong patted Zhu Chengfeng's bald head, and the little monk shrank his head in response, grabbed a handful of peanuts and ran away.

According to the rules of the Zhu sect, all the entry-level disciples must change their surname to Zhu, and there will only be four of them in the next generation. The other two are disciples of the senior brother and are now living with Zhu Yunhun. They are both older than Zhu Tong, one is in Shaanxi and the other is

In Guangdong, each is responsible for the incense in several temples and Taoist temples.

As for Zhu Tongmen, he doesn’t have any next disciples, and he has no plans to confiscate his disciples yet.

"Boss, heat up a pot of wine again." Zhu Yun called to the boss of the store. Their brothers like to drink hot wine in winter, and they all learned it from the old liar. On many cold nights, the old liar took a few little ones with him.

When swindlers sleep in the open, they will build a bonfire and heat a few glasses of low-quality liquor to ward off the cold.

Zhu Tong drank the hot wine and his thoughts drifted away and came back: "Senior Brother, have you ever thought about it? Big Wheel is not a brainless man. Since he dares to come, there must be someone behind him. Moreover, Big Wheel has suffered losses on the train.

Knowing that Taoist Zhu and Ma Ye are helping me, think about it, who in the world can support that fool without taking Taoist Zhu seriously?"

"You mean ------?" Zhu Yun looked at his junior brother and thought of a possibility in his mind, but he couldn't believe it.

"Even the monks, I won't tell you, you should understand that there are more and more real monks now, and they also have to cherish their feathers. Your fake monks are just to defraud money. Firstly, they will tarnish the reputation of Buddhism. Secondly, they will also

If you take away their jobs, it will be a matter of time before they start a conflict with you. Have you seen the prosperous Boss Siren? I heard that this old thief who has been stealing all his life has now become a layman by fasting and chanting Buddha."

After seeing Taoist Zhu Zhu on the train the day before yesterday, Zhu Tong was thinking about this issue. Taoist Zhuyun would not sell face to him for no reason. Maybe it was because of his second senior brother. His actions over the years have actually violated the second-level Taoism.

The sect has benefited from the First Grade Golden Buddha.

Since even Tao Zong, who has always been pure, feels that the style of Master Xiaoyun is not good for them, the Golden Buddha, who is more powerful and has more people, should be more concerned; the monks have grown in power in recent years, many have lost their temples, and they have never come forward.

Interfering with the expansion of the Zhumen itself is abnormal.

"Whistle believes in Buddhism?" Zhu Yun was surprised, "He can't live without women, how could he become a monk?"

Siren is the eldest brother of a prosperous family, and he is also a famous pervert. He has been in and out of jail many times because of women. It is really God's will not tolerate such a person to become a Buddha.

"From what Ma Ye said, not many monks today care about the rules and regulations. In their eyes, being a monk is just a job to make a living." Zhu Tong laughed, and when Ma Ye talked about the whistler's belief in Buddhism, his expression became even more outrageous.

Zhu Yun didn't believe it, maybe he didn't want to believe it. He lowered his head and drank wine, but his expression became gloomy: "The temple we contracted used to be a small temple, and it was far away from the monks of the Golden Buddha; the incense was only slowed down after we went there.

When it is slowly prospering, we also spend a lot of money to renovate it. Everyone knows this and there is no conflict with each other. No, no, junior brother, you are overthinking. We don’t have many temples doing business now, Jackie Chan, Cheng Xiao

Several temples run by my brothers have begun to follow the right path."

"Senior brother, others don't care whether you do business or not. It doesn't matter if you run the temple to make it prosperous, but you can't be more of a monk than a real monk. This will make others feel uncomfortable. Master said that it is difficult for liars to land.

, it’s not the police that you’re afraid of, it’s your peers. It doesn’t matter if you focus on deceiving others. If you want to be a good person, hehe, if a real monk wants to interfere, he will have no excuse.”

The face of the owner of Xiaoyun Village became more and more gloomy. The temples he contracted were all for more than ten years, and some temples were even for decades. If not for this, he would not have paid for renovations. He had also thought about what Zhu Tong said.

, but I didn’t expect it to be so serious.

"The purity of Buddhism is for outsiders to see. Nowadays, some monks are busier than celebrities. I see, they are better than us, and they have deceived the rich, powerful and famous. Didn't you ask me to find a way for you?

? My suggestion is, just shave off these few hairs on your head, find a few scriptures to read and memorize, go to Tibet or somewhere to get the title of Living Buddha, and lead your disciples to become monks.

.You have been with the master for a long time, and you have learned more than me. You have a lot of skills, and you will definitely be able to bluff people better than those real monks."

Zhu Tong twisted his fingers, and the white disposable chopsticks were like a flower, spinning on his fingertips: "This is the Zhanhua Finger." He gently flapped the palm of his hand, and the rich fragrance of flowers spread, and this was

It is the incense produced by Zhu Men's medicinal herb skills; if you talk about these little tricks, no one in the world can be Zhu Men's opponent.

After Zhu Tong finished playing "Finger with Flowers", he reached out and fanned the fire three times, and a golden halo flashed on his five fingers: "This should be regarded as flame palm, right? Senior brother, if you want to do it, do it bigger, Monk Sect

We can swindle money just by talking nonsense. Are we real liars? How can we not defeat them? It’s just a matter of fooling people’s minds. As long as people can do good deeds and accumulate virtues and get money out with peace of mind, they are good monks.”

"I --- junior brother, are you confused?" Zhu Yun laughed, "Master said that you are the reincarnation of a monkey, you can learn everything faster than us, and you can also come up with new ideas on your own. He is really right about you.

Well, what you said makes sense. Being a monk is also a bright road. However, we have all become monks, what should we do with Zhu Men?"

"Isn't Senior Brother wholeheartedly searching for his roots? He will do this. I guess there isn't much left in the Zhuyou Sect now, and it wouldn't be very interesting to find those hermit masters. As for me, I'm wandering around in the world, waiting for someone to come.

When I’m tired after a day, I come to you and become a monk. Don’t you think that you can put down your butcher’s knife and become a Buddha immediately? Haha, that’s the truth. Anyway, today’s monks are not afraid of meat and vegetables and can still marry and have children. It’s so comfortable. This is called the boundless expansion of Buddhism.

It is a door of convenience and has no taboos."

The two brothers and sisters clinked glasses as they talked. Zhu Yun's face turned red from the wine, and he muttered: "Being a monk requires more consideration. The most important thing now is how to deal with the situation at hand. What do you want to do?"

The big fire wheel will definitely not let go easily. If a master comes to the first-grade Golden Buddha, we will not be able to deal with it."

"Expert?" Zhu Tong's face also turned red. He picked up a roasted beef skewer and stuffed it into his mouth. "The more expert, the better. Senior brother, I saw a master of Zhumen this afternoon and he passed it on to me."

The word 'spirit'."

He stretched out his hand with wine and wrote the words on the table. He thought about it for a while and then sighed: "It's a pity that I can't see Taishan and missed the opportunity. This is our hometown of Zhumen. People like that are standing between you and me."
To be continued...