Chapter 582 - 581
Then, it was Zhang Liang who stood at the entrance of the headquarters for three days and two nights, until he finally received a condolence letter from the head of the headquarters.
This managed to keep his brothers’ hearts from growing cold.
Uerzha was truly in the dark about the origins of this bespectacled man. Some said he was the Closed-door Disciple of Seventh Uncle, who once dominated the northwest; others claimed he was just a minor lackey, acting bossy and arrogant because he had powerful backers, entirely clueless about restraint. Opinions varied, but Uerzha did not dare to take this young man lightly at all. Having crawled through life-and-death situations, theoretically, he should not give a second glance to such a tender-skinned scholar. Yet, the reality was that ever since the first time he laid eyes on him, Uerzha had been deeply wary of this man called Liu Zhiming.
Uerzha had a friend within the organization he was on good terms with, a Uighur named Taman, who had deliberately picked a quarrel when Liu Zhiming first arrived. As a result, Liu Zhiming merely glanced at him through his glasses, the corners of his mouth lifted in a cold smirk without uttering a word before turning to enter the tent. Following that glance, Taman fell silent, standing in place dumbfounded, not uttering a word to anyone, and remained standing there for three days and three nights until he was frozen to death in a blizzard. What was terrifying was that the man remained standing even in death. It took five brothers working together to lift and carry away the stiff body. When they loaded it onto the pickup truck, the truck’s tires were crushed flat. Eventually, the unbearable load caused a tire blowout, and when the driver got out to inspect, he discovered that the corpse in the vehicle had turned into a chilling skeleton.
Others were unaware of this incident, but Uerzha knew because he was the very driver who transported Taman’s body.
When it comes to ghosts, spirits, and witchcraft, others may not believe, but Uerzha does, without a doubt. In his time at the Southern Border, he had encountered gaunt old men invoking deities at altars and toying with Witchcraft rituals. The more one kills in the worldly society, the more they believe in fate, and in ghosts and spirits; otherwise, those underworld bosses, whose hands go numb from killing, wouldn’t worship Guan Gong.
Although this fair-skinned scholar had his methods, he had never been seen in actual combat with anyone, not even in a heated argument. Dogs that bite don’t bark, and they’re often the deadliest. Uerzha harbored not the slightest thought of defiance toward this suddenly emerged Liu Zhiming, unsure of how mighty a single glance of his could be. He certainly didn’t wish to be on the receiving end of that gaze.
Bamboo Mountain, covered in bamboo, has a temple on its summit, known as Two Zen Temple.
The person following behind Liu Zhiming was Uerzha, as dusk fell and the bamboo forest grew dim.
"Someone once told me, on the vast lands of Huaxia, there are nine hundred and six remarkable things, but speaking of Buddhist temples, there is only one worth mentioning—the Two Zen Temple, where one cultivates both personal and other’s Zen."