The Supreme Wild Young Master-Chapter 582: Let’s Go Visit the Big Buddha Temple_1

Chapter 582: Chapter 582: Let’s Go Visit the Big Buddha Temple_1

A brawl was taking place on the street.

Four middle-aged men were surrounding and beating up a little girl, kicking and cursing without pause.

There were many onlookers around, but the middle-aged men were fierce, and none dared to intervene. The little girl laying on the ground had nothing to do with them.

"What are you guys doing?"

Unable to watch any longer, Mo Shaoyun stepped forward and pushed one of the middle-aged men away.

"Motherfucker, are you looking for death?" The middle-aged man was taken aback, and in response, he raised his hand to slap Mo Shaoyun.

Zhang Xian gave a wry smile, walked up, and grabbed the man’s arm.

"Slap..."

At this moment, Mo Shaoyun raised her hand and landed a slap across the middle-aged man’s face. She angrily berated, "Do you guys still have any humanity left? She’s just a little girl of six or seven. Even if she did something wrong, how wrong could it be? Can you four grown men really bring yourselves to be so cruel? Are you even human?"

"You’re looking for death?" The other three men jumped in seeing the scene.

Instead of retreating, Mo Shaoyun advanced. Her outstretched arm moved like a boneless snake, landing quickly and fiercely on the three men’s faces.

"Slap...slap...slap..."

The three middle-aged men didn’t know what hit them. They were slapped until they spun around and collapsed on the ground.

"Uh..."

The young men around her, who were about to step up to help the beautiful lady, were surprised. They hadn’t even lifted a finger when these middle-aged men were knocked over by the lady’s slaps.

"You..." The last man standing was visibly scared.

Regaining his senses, he sternly glared at Zhang Xian, "Kid, do you know who we are? Let go of me now!"

"Are you guys from the Broken Sword Sect?" Zhang Xian looked at the man and smiled as he asked.

He hadn’t seen these men before, but they all seemed to have broken swords with them. Recalling the bearded man he saw earlier at the Buddha Temple during the day, he deduced that these men could be from the Broken Sword Sect.

In this day and age, not many people openly carried weapons, let alone a broken sword. This seemed to be a unique trait of the Broken Sword Sect.

"You still dare to act arrogant knowing who we are?" The middle-aged man uttered angrily after a moment of shock. "Be smart and let me go, or I’ll make you cry out in tune."

Zhang Xian replied, "I dared to step up knowing you guys are from the Broken Sword Sect. What do you think?"

"You..." The middle-aged man was rendered speechless by Zhang Xian.

Zhang Xian gave a faint smile. His right hand, which was holding the man’s wrist, suddenly tightened. With a ’crack,’ he twisted and broke the man’s arm. "I know that as Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners, you guys have a sense of superiority. However, you shouldn’t have been so harsh with a little girl. If I don’t cripple you guys today, I wouldn’t live up to this handsome face of mine." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Ah..." The middle-aged man screamed.

Having crippled the man’s arm, Zhang Xian immediately set upon the other three without pause.

During the heart-wrenching screams, the cocky foursome were instantly reduced to whimpering on the ground.

"Uh..."

The surrounding crowd saw Zhang Xian’s ability and retreated fearfully.

"Little girl, are you okay?"

Mo Shaoyun crouched down, helped the little girl up, and asked, "Why did they beat you?"

"I don’t know." The little girl shook her head, crying.

Mo Shaoyun wiped the blood off the little girl’s mouth and asked with distress, "Where’s your mom? Why did she leave you here alone?"

The little girl cried, "Mom is sick, I... I snuck out to make money for her treatment."

"You are so young, how can you make money?" Mo Shaoyun asked.

The little girl replied, "I... I beg the kind-hearted people. They’ll give me money. I’ve made quite a bit already. A little more, and I can afford mom’s treatment."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian understood why the Broken Sword Sect men assaulted the girl. She must have asked them for money and was beaten as a result.

In modern society, martial artists were considered outliers. They didn’t engage with society easily and considered themselves superior.

"Where’s your mom? Do you want to take auntie to see her?" Mo Shaoyun asked with a smile.

The little girl was cautious, "What are you going to do?"

"Auntie is going to help treat your mom’s illness!" Mo Shaoyun answered with a smile, "You see the uncle over there? He’s great at healing. He will definitely be able to cure your mom."

With joyful anticipation, the little girl asked, "Really? Uncle can cure my mom’s illness?"

"Let’s go!" Mo Shaoyun replied with a smile.

The little girl nodded. She led Mo Shaoyun in a direction without thinking any further of it.

Zhang Xian gave a wry smile, shook his head, and quickly followed.

Before long, under the lead of the little girl, Zhang Xian and Mo Shaoyun arrived in front of an old garage. Inside, a woman around twenty-five to twenty-six was lying on the cold ground.

"Is this your mother?" Mo Shaoyun asked in surprise.

The little girl nodded.

Zhang Xian looked over, his face was filled with sorrow.

The little girl must be six or seven years old, while the woman inside, although her face looked haggard and pale, seemed to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Which meant, the woman probably got pregnant before she was even twenty.

"Where is your father?" Mo Shaoyun asked again.

The little girl looked at Mo Shaoyun and shook her head, confusion apparent in her big eyes. It was as if she did not have any idea what the concept of a father was.

"Ah... The girls nowadays are too careless." Mo Shaoyun shook her head and sighed.

Zhang Xian glanced at Mo Shaoyun and said sulkily, "Yeah! If they were all like you, there wouldn’t be so many tragedies in this world."

Mo Shaoyun’s bright eyes widened, and she asked, "What do you mean by that, Zhang Xian?"

"Nothing, I am just going to care for that sick lady." Zhang Xian gave a smirk and quickly walked into the garage. He grabbed the woman’s wrist and started transmitting spiritual energy.

The woman only had a high fever, which was not a critical illness. A feeding of spiritual energy would quickly cure her.

"Mmm..."

Soon, the woman woke up.

Seeing a stranger before her eyes, she immediately sat up and stepped backward, "Who... who are you? What ... what are you going to do?"

"Don’t worry, I’m just here to treat your illness." Zhang Xian said.

After feeling around a bit and finding she was indeed clear-headed, the woman felt much more at ease.

"Mommy..."

The little girl ran to the woman’s side and called out with a smile.

"Mmm..."

The woman tightly hugged the little girl. When she noticed something was wrong, she quickly grasped the little girl’s arm and asked, "How ... how did you get hurt? How did this happen?"

"She was beaten while out begging on your behalf."

Zhang Xian took out the cash from his storage ring and said, "I don’t want to hear your story, and I don’t want to know why you ended up like this. Take this money. If you can, find a stable job and live peacefully. Whatever you do to yourself, don’t spoil the child. She came into this world full of hope and isn’t at fault."

The woman looked at the stack of red banknotes in Zhang Xian’s hand, which amounted to a sizeable sum, with surprise.

"Take it!"

Mo Shaoyun stepped forward and said, "Woman, don’t trust a man easily. A moment of indulgence may lead to a lifetime of regret."

The woman glanced at Zhang Xian and silently accepted the money.

"Work hard and don’t let the child suffer."

Zhang Xian patted the woman’s shoulder, pinched the little girl’s cheek, then turned to exit the garage.

"Ah..." After a sigh, Mo Shaoyun followed Zhang Xian’s footsteps.

Even though she did not ask about the woman’s struggles, she knew there was no need to. Such incidents were not uncommon today.

"They..."

The woman watched Zhang Xian and Mo Shaoyun’s receding figures, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

...

Three days passed swiftly unnoticed.

Today, the Buddha Temple was holding an auction. Early in the morning, after breakfast, Zhang Xian and the others took a car to the Buddha Temple.

Even though the auction was set to start at nine, it was just around seven and the large square behind the Buddha Temple was already crowded with Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners.

Among them were also several disciples from Ancient Sects. The enormous crowd was lively, and the atmosphere was buzzing.

"There are indeed a lot of people."

As Zhang Xian arrived at the square, he seemed a bit depressed. "With all these people, it’s going to be a hassle to get inside. This is suffering."

"Yes, the crowd is indeed a bit large."

Luoshui responded and said, "Currently, the disciples from Ancient Sects are out for training; lots of them brought their families along. That is why there are more people than usual. Because of this, the Buddha Temple chose this time to hold the auction. Without the participation of the Ancient Sects, the auction would significantly lose its appeal."

"It seems our number is quite far back." Luo Shuining said, holding her ticket.

Jing Yi replied with a wry smile, "Our Qing Shui Nunnery doesn’t hold any status among the Ancient Sects; we can’t even compare to some powerful Loose Cultivators. How can you expect to get seats up front?"

"Ehm, how come I do not have a ticket?" Zhang Xian asked in surprise.

The old nun looked at Zhang Xian and asked, "You...you don’t have one? You need a ticket to get in. They should have given you one when you applied to auction your items!"

"But the problem is, they didn’t give me one, and at that time I didn’t know, I didn’t ask."

Zhang Xian was full of indignation. "Damn, these guys from Buddha Temple are such scam artists! Without a ticket, how the hell am I supposed to get in? Am I supposed to fight my way in?"

"Um, Zhang Xian, are you out of your mind?" Jing Yi asked frumpily.

The old Daoist nun and Luo Shuining also looked at Zhang Xian with horrified expressions, afraid that he would lose his temper and start a fight with the people at the Buddha Temple.

Whereas other people, even if they were haughty in the past, would never dare to act brazenly in the face of the Buddha Temple. However, Zhang Xian was different and didn’t care about the consequences; there was no one he didn’t dare provoke.

In the past few days, Zhang Xian had offended East China Sect, Broken Sword Sect, and the Buddha Temple. He didn’t leave any of the three Ancient Sects out.

"How am I out of my mind?"

Zhang Xian answered angrily, "I came here to sell things, and they didn’t even give me a ticket. What’s the meaning of this?"

"Mm... Maybe they forgot."

The old Daoist nun laughed softly and comforted, "Don’t worry, when it’s time to enter, we’ll talk to them. It’s not a big deal."

"We need to talk with them? This is obviously looking down on others."

Zhang Xian grew angry and decided on severe countermeasures, "Blood Soul, let’s go. We are going to pay the Buddha Temple a visit."

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