Going to Haicheng, one would naturally head towards Yundong District. The reason why it is called Yundong District is simply because it is just a district of Haicheng.
Ye Feng has been traveling around these days, eager to cash in the gold, all in preparation for Yundong District.
Going to Kunming, Yunnan Province, on the other hand, is for Yang Ping.
At this moment, Yang Ping is the abbot of a small Taoist temple in Kunming, Yunnan Province.
If Ye Feng takes a plane, he can arrive at Yang Ping's Taoist temple before nine o'clock in the evening.
In other words, if things go smoothly, he can get the secret manual that has been practiced for seven or eight years tonight.
However, in that case, he won't be able to make it to Haicheng tonight and will have to start the journey to Haicheng tomorrow.
Calculating it, it will delay him by a day.
So, he is a bit hesitant.
Should he go to Haicheng or go find that bastard Yang Ping?
Finally, as the taxi arrives at the airport, Ye Feng makes a decision.
He decides to go find that bastard Yang Ping and get the secret manual first!
Because it is the evening rush hour and they were stuck in traffic for a while on the road, the plane to Haicheng has already taken off. So, there is no choice now. Except for going to Kunming to find Yang Ping, there is no other option.
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At eight fifty - five in the evening!
On the edge of the urban area of Kunming, a taxi stops in front of a small Taoist temple, which is about twice the size of an ordinary farmhouse.
Ye Feng gets out of the car, looks at the already - closed Taoist temple, and directly walks over and knocks on the door several times.
Not long after, a Taoist priest in his early twenties opens the door.
"Dear believer, our Taoist temple is closed today. If you have any business, please come back tomorrow."
After saying that, the Taoist priest is about to close the door. However, before he can close it, Ye Feng reaches out and holds the door.
"Young Taoist priest, I know your abbot Yang Ping. I have something urgent to talk to him about. Please do me a favor."
This...
Seeing Ye Feng speak so naturally, not looking like he is lying at all, the Taoist priest hesitates for a moment and finally lets him in.
Because the Taoist temple is not large, after a while, Ye Feng follows the Taoist priest to a room.
The Taoist priest knocks lightly on the door twice and says, "Master, there is a believer who knows you and says he has an urgent matter to see you. I have brought him here."
"Okay, let him in."
A familiar voice to Ye Feng comes from the room. Only then does the young Taoist priest open the door, stand aside, and make a gesture of invitation.
Ye Feng doesn't stand on ceremony and walks in directly. The young Taoist priest doesn't follow in but turns around and leaves directly.
At this moment, in the room, there is an incense burner lit. A middle - aged man wearing a Taoist robe is sitting cross - legged on a futon on the ground with his eyes closed.
It is Yang Ping.
Looking at Yang Ping's pretentious appearance, not even opening his eyes when he has come in, Ye Feng almost can't control himself and wants to kick him.
Stop pretending!
Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?
When we were in prison, weren't you the lackey who kept calling Scar Brother?
Yang Ping doesn't make Ye Feng wait long, just three full minutes, and then he opens his eyes.
Of course, it may also be because he saw from the slit of his eyes that Ye Feng impatiently picked up the incense burner.
He can tell that the person who came is not easy to deal with.
If he continues to pretend, his head might get cracked.
Yang Ping smiles apologetically and says, "Sorry, I was doing my religious practice just now and was negligent."
Ye Feng puts down the incense burner with a sarcastic smile.
"No, no, it's me who should be sorry for disturbing you so late."
"It's okay." Yang Ping waves his hand generously and stands up. "By the way, I wonder what urgent matter this benefactor has?"
There are many ways for Taoist priests to address ordinary people, such as benefactor, believer, and layperson.
So, whether it is believer or benefactor, they mean the same thing.
"Actually, it's not that urgent." Ye Feng doesn't beat around the bush and gets straight to the point. "I came to see Abbot Yang to get a book from you."
"A book?" Yang Ping looks a bit surprised.
"Yes." Ye Feng nods. "A book without a name, which records some physical - strengthening moves."
When Yang Ping hears that it is a book without a name, a flash of surprise directly passes through his eyes.
Although it is fleeting, it is still caught by Ye Feng.
Yang Ping pretends to think for a while and shakes his head. "Benefactor, I do have some books here, but they are all Taoist scriptures. There is no nameless book as you mentioned. Are you looking in the wrong place?"
Seeing that Yang Ping doesn't admit it, Ye Feng is not surprised at all.
After all, in his timeline, the two don't know each other at all.
If an unknown person asks for something from you, no one would give it to the other easily.
"I can buy it with money." Ye Feng says. "Abbot Yang, you can name a price. I'm willing to buy that book."
With 22.45 million yuan just credited, Ye Feng is very confident now.
Hearing this, Yang Ping shakes his head with a bitter smile. "Benefactor, it's not about money. It's that I really don't have the nameless book you want."
Seeing that Yang Ping still doesn't admit having the book even though he is willing to pay for it, Ye Feng is a bit unhappy.
Bastard, do you think I'm easy to mess with?
You don't practice that stuff. Why are you hiding it?
You won't give it, right?
Fine!
Ye Feng smiles coldly, takes two steps forward, shortens the distance with Yang Ping, and whispers:
"Yang Ping, do you want me to count how many innocent women you have raped in the past four years?"
Ye Feng knows Yang Ping's situation very well.
His entire crime - spree lasted for seven years. In other words, up to now, he has committed crimes for four years.
Of course, Ye Feng doesn't know how many innocent women Yang Ping has raped in these four years, nor does he know these victims.
However, this is enough to intimidate Yang Ping.
Sure enough!
After hearing Ye Feng's words, Yang Ping shudders as if he has seen a ghost, staring at him with wide eyes, full of panic.
Ye Feng smiles slightly and continues, "According to the laws of our country, can you guess how many years you will be sentenced?"
As soon as Ye Feng says this, it is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back. After Yang Ping swallows hard, without saying a word, he runs out in a panic.
After about two minutes, Yang Ping runs back in a flustered manner.
The difference from before is that in his hand at this moment, he is holding a yellowed book.
Yang Ping hands the book to Ye Feng with both hands, his voice trembling. "I was blind before. Please, benefactor, give me a chance. I, I swear, I will reform myself and start anew."
Looking at Yang Ping, who is as frightened as a bird at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly feels very comfortable.
Damn it! You want to be stubborn with me!
You don't accept the offer of wine, but prefer the punishment of wine.
Ye Feng doesn't say anything, just gives a light hum through his nose, and then takes the book from Yang Ping's hand.