Of course Liu Minzhi is not invincible, but his strength is indeed impressive. If he is older, he is as agile as a young man. The first disciple's eyes were stained with water and turned into bloody holes. He immediately knocked the basin out of the hands of the second disciple who tried to wash his eyes with water. He shouted loudly: "This is sodium toxin. Get the vegetable oil quickly."
The proprietress brought out a basin of vegetable oil and said viciously: "You have to pay for it." She put the big basin aside, stretched out her hand and said, "A basin of oil costs three thousand yuan."
Liu Minzhi did not dare to delay and quickly ordered his disciples to give him money to buy oil.
This group of Goryeo Bangzi from Kyokushen Gym practice the ancient martial arts killing technique that has been passed down on the Korean Peninsula for thousands of years. This kind of boxing technique that does not split the board or fly kicks in pursuit of practical effects and emphasizes killing the enemy with one move is not popular at all in this era.
Although the Kyokushin Gym can get some sponsorship by cooperating with the Blue House’s special department, it is actually just maintaining a facade. Liu Minzhi's disciples were generally not doing well. Three thousand yuan was equivalent to about half a million Korean won. This group of people looked at each other and were really stumped by this penny.
When a disciple was about to pay, the woman next to him immediately grabbed him. The man hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't move.
Liu Minzhi was furious and glared at the disciple without saying anything, but his meaning was already clear. The disciple wanted to pay again, but the lady next to him spoke again, "After working with him for more than thirty years, we finally got the opportunity to travel. Do we still have to pay out of our own pockets for unrelated things?"
The disciple argued: "Master teaches us unique skills, and often introduces us to jobs with good pay..."
"Is the salary very generous?" Aunt Goryeo said angrily: "If the salary is generous, why do we Shanyu have to work for 8 million won for plastic surgery? Mi Ji's father also runs a martial arts school, but he can bring her every month I have already prepared enough money for my daughter’s plastic surgery. If you don’t have money, you don’t have beautiful genes...” He kept chattering and made the disciple speechless.
Liu Minzhi glared at his disciples angrily, snorted angrily, and finally bought the vegetable oil from the landlady with his own money.
Li Muye knew a little about Korean, and he roughly understood what he was listening to. He couldn't help but feel funny in his heart. Damn it, did these Korean stickmen come all the way to make Brother Xiaoye happy? He traveled thousands of miles to kill people, and even organized a tour group to come. Then, for three thousand yuan, these disciples of Liu Minzhi actually started to quarrel with the teacher.
Comparatively speaking, life for the domestic Jianghu sects seems to be much better. Everyone has their own way of making money. Xuanmen has Lin Guoxue, a boy who attracts wealth. Baiyuntang controls the largest drug network in the world behind the scenes. Nanhaimen has the Taiping Society and countless fields in Nanyang. The Li family in the Lion City is among the best in the world. A wealthy family.
According to Margaret's introduction, the status of the Kyokushin Gym in South Korea is close to that of Xuanmen in China. Liu Minzhi is equivalent to Xuanchen in the world of South Korea. Judging from his ordinary clothes and cash-strapped appearance, he can't compare to the power of Lao Xuanchen's eight-seat living room.
After washing their eyes with vegetable oil, the condition of the injured disciples improved slightly. The disciple whose eyes were burned into bloody holes was the most seriously injured, but it was not fatal. He was screaming in pain on the side. Liu Minzhi was very dissatisfied and gave the old boy a slap in the face and said in Korean: "Eight people dancing in the court are tolerable, but who can't be tolerated? Quan Xiangmin, you should understand yourself in the process of enduring pain. "
Margaret looked at Li Muye and asked quietly: "Teacher, what did Liu Minzhi say?"
"He is teaching his disciples to be patient, and he is seizing this opportunity to sharpen his will in the process of enduring pain, to the effect." Li Muye said angrily: "Having been around the world for so many years, a man who can be regarded as a master has seen many people. , but there is no one who is worse off than him."
The Korean stickmen were in a hurry, shouting and taking care of their own wounded, while the others continued to do whatever they were supposed to do. The big white man didn't eat the meat in the store, nor did he drink alcohol. He only ordered a pot of butter tea and ate the bread in silence. The thin, dark man ordered a large plate of mutton and a portion of haggis soup. He carefully tore the mutton into pieces and then fed it to the giant poodle he had brought with him.
The middle-aged man wearing a monk's robe not only brought his own dry food, he even brought his own drinks. However, he happily gave the landlady a few hundred-yuan bills as a fee for his stay.
The two teenagers hurt someone, and before escaping through the window, they said harsh words and wanted to come back with a large group of people.
By this time, everyone almost knew each other that everyone was here for the little foreign woman. It's just that some people are here to protect Margaret, while others are here to kill her or want to capture her.
The room is very spacious, but the atmosphere is strange and solemn.
Liu Minzhi's disciple who was blind in one eye had stopped moving. Margaret thought that this guy was really a tough guy who could really endure such pain. Li Muye smiled and told her that the old boy was choked to death by his master.
"You must understand that money is the enemy of practicing Dharma in the world, and it is the karmic obstacle that obscures our minds, eyes, and consciousness." Liu Minzhi suddenly began to reason with the disciples heartbrokenly: "I brought you out this time to let all disciples See the demeanor of the top figures in China's world, and see how they are content with poverty and pursue the truth with supreme concentration and endless painstaking efforts."
A woman couldn't help but muttered below: "Of course you can say that, your family's ancestral property in Seoul is enough to last several lifetimes."
Liu Minzhi, who had a sharp ear and eyesight, immediately turned his attention to the woman and angrily said: "No matter how much property the family has, I only eat two simple meals a day, practice three times, and practice hard for decades without changing. This is speaking by example, and Your eyes are always looking at those useless corners. This is the foolish behavior of abandoning the orbs and only seeing the gorgeous boxes!"
Margaret asked curiously: "Teacher, what did he say?"
Li Muye laughed and said, "He was telling the story of buying a casket for a pearl, teaching his disciples that they only thought about how to make money with him, but ignored his most precious qualities."
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Margaret nodded and asked, "What are they waiting for?"
Li Muye smiled and said: "Of course I'm waiting for someone more important. These idiots are not sure of dealing with me, so no matter what we say, they pretend not to understand or can't hear."
Margaret changed her color slightly and said, "Are they waiting for Abe Qingkong?"
"I don't know, I just know that today's game is not prepared for them." Li Muye lit a cigarette, looked at the raging snowstorm outside the window, and said, "This snowstorm is a bit untimely." Then he suddenly asked Margaret: "Do you believe that there are people in this world who can really control the wind and rain?"
Margaret shook her head and said: "This is impossible, unless you use some props, such as artificial rainfall. If you can summon wind and rain at will, wouldn't it become a weather weapon? If there is such a person, he will be like a true god. Such things only exist in myths."
"Of course it is not summoned out of thin air, but even if you use props, it still requires great abilities." Li Muye looked solemn and said: "At least you need to know the temperature and humidity of the weather, check the geographical energy veins, and understand the transformation of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. Isn't it a very remarkable skill to be able to use the timing of the sky, the favorable conditions of the land, and replace the nature of the heaven and earth with the wonders of the world? Isn't this a very remarkable skill?" (End of this chapter)