The tall monk was not hesitant. With a raise of his hand, the broom in his grasp swept horizontally, generating a gust of wind. The precious sword struck the broom. The situation that Shen Qingzhe had anticipated, where the broom would be cut by the sword, did not occur. Instead, the hand holding the sword went numb, his tiger’s mouth was torn open, and the sword almost flew out of his hand!
This collision also caused his body to lose some balance, leaving his chest exposed!
While he was stunned, Monk Jie Nu flipped his wrist, and the broom suddenly swept upwards from below, directly towards Shen Qingzhe’s chest!
Shen Qingzhe was terrified. He quickly exerted force at his waist, bending his body backward desperately, but it was still too late. The broom brushed past Shen Qingzhe’s chest, and then swept across his chin and face.
“Screech!”
A piercing sound rang out. The clothes on Shen Qingzhe’s chest were directly torn apart by the branches on the broom, turning into strips of tattered cloth. Several deep bloody gashes appeared on his chest!
Even more crucially, his face, from chin to nose, was cut open by the branches on the broom, disfiguring him on the spot. Blood gushed out!
At this moment, Shen Qingzhe’s mind even experienced a momentary pause. He knew how important an incredibly handsome face was to the members of the Hehuan Sect.
All members of this sect were handsome men and beautiful women, which made it easier for them to choose cauldrons.
Every year, Shen Qingzhe spent a large sum of money to maintain his face. But now, the broom in the monk’s hand had disfigured him!
It was only then that Shen Qingzhe realized something was wrong. Because it was night and only moonlight was available, the visibility was very low. He had truly believed the broom was an ordinary one, but only after being struck did he realize that the tall monk was holding an iron broom.
The center of the broom was a hollow iron pipe as thick as a rolling pin, and the branches on the broom were all iron wires as thick as wide noodles!
An iron broom like this weighed forty to fifty pounds. It would be strange if it didn’t hurt when it hit someone!
In the instant he was stunned, Monk Jie Nu flipped his wrist again, and the iron broom swept horizontally. If it had hit him, it would have likely ripped his chest open.
Shen Qingzhe was not hesitant. He endured the pain in his chest and chin and spun around sharply, dodging most of the attack. However, some iron strands still swept across his lower back, tearing off a few pieces of flesh.
But Shen Qingzhe couldn’t bother with that. Using the centrifugal force of his turn, he exerted force with both feet, and his body shot out like an arrow, directly towards the wall. Then, he leaped into the air, jumping nearly three meters high, landing on the wall, and flipping over it to escape.
Monk Jie Nu flicked the iron broom in his hand and leaned it against the wall again. Fighting a battle in the middle of the night made the monk feel exhilarated and incredibly refreshed.
This iron broom was what he used for his daily training. It was a birthday gift specially prepared for him by Ling Tian a few years ago.
Ling Tian said that Monk Jie Nu was the sweeping monk in the Shaolin Sutra Depository, and since he was a sweeping monk, he should have a sweeping monk’s appearance. Therefore, Ling Tian had a custom-made iron broom for his second master.
Monk Jie Nu was very happy with it and cherished it, using it for training every day. This was the first time the tall monk had used an iron broom to hit someone, and the effect was surprisingly good.
The tall monk did not pursue Shen Qingzhe, because he knew very well that a net had already been cast outside the Taoist temple!
As for Shen Qingzhe, after jumping over the Taoist temple’s wall, he plunged into the forest surrounding the temple. The wounds on his body were a kind of stimulation. He concentrated almost all his remaining internal energy in his legs, his body almost leaving afterimages as he desperately weaved through the forest.
Although it was dark, he still relied on his exquisite Qinggong, flashing and dodging. He ran for more than ten minutes in one go. When his stamina was almost depleted, he finally slowed down slightly. At this time, large mouthfuls of blood had already seeped from the corners of his mouth.
The desperate sprint earlier had ultimately failed to suppress his internal injuries. He spat out this mouthful of blood, and it was certain that his vital energy was greatly damaged.
However, Shen Qingzhe was too weak to consider whether his vital energy was damaged. The only thing he wanted to do now was to escape this troublesome place as quickly as possible.
This was no Taoist temple at all; it was simply hell! This place was too terrifying, and Shen Qingzhe just wanted to go home and find his mother.
As he ran, a building vaguely appeared ahead. There were still lights inside the building. Shen Qingzhe was a bit puzzled. He had seen the map of the area around the Taoist temple. Given his speed, he should have covered more than ten kilometers in these twenty minutes, but the map did not show any other buildings near the Taoist temple.
As the building got closer, Shen Qingzhe slowed down. He looked intently at the building, but the next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted, and all the hairs on his body stood on end!
Because Shen Qingzhe discovered that the building in front of him was the Taoist temple he had just escaped from! He had actually run back to this terrifying ghost place!
And beneath the Taoist temple’s wall, a bald, tall monk stood with his hands behind his back. The moonlight shone on his gleaming bald head, making it dazzling!
This monk was Jie Nu. He smiled at Shen Qingzhe and then said, “What, you can’t bear to leave us and have returned? Dafeng Novel Network
I, this humble monk, have been waiting here for a long time!
Come, come, this humble monk will fight you for three hundred rounds!”
Master Jie Nu had a fierce appearance, usually looking like an angry Vajra. But at this moment, when he smiled, that smile was so ferocious in Shen Qingzhe’s eyes!
Shen Qingzhe was almost scared to urinate. He turned and ran. This time, his escape was not as fast as the last. On one hand, his stamina was almost exhausted, and on the other hand, he focused more energy on discerning directions.
As he ran, he pondered that he might have encountered a ghost wall.
Generally, there are two reasons for a ghost wall: one is when walking at night or in the countryside, one cannot distinguish directions, and their self-perception is blurred, not knowing where to go, so they keep going in circles.
The other reason often appears in deserts, grasslands, and other areas. This is because, on the surface, people’s two legs appear to be of similar length, but in reality, there are differences.
Therefore, when a person walks in a straight line over a large area, they will find themselves having walked in a circle and eventually returning to the starting point.
Shen Qingzhe thought very carefully. He had been thinking only of escaping just now, running forward with all his might. Perhaps he had gotten lost in the forest because of this, and that’s why he returned to the Taoist temple.