Damn it, Third Master will send you to your blissful rest right now!
Zhang De finally couldn't hold back. His fiery temper flared up, and wielding his Mo Dao, he swung it towards Chan Master Xuan Miao.
Hmph! Eat my staff, Old Sun!
The short monk, addressed as Wu Huan by Chan Master Xuan Miao, brandished his staff and rushed in front of Xuan Miao, engaging Zhang De.
The staff, apart from the golden bands at both ends, looked unremarkable. However, the moment they clashed, Zhang De suffered a hidden disadvantage.
Damn it, this little dwarf's staff is no ordinary thing!
The Mo Dao, which could cleave iron as if it were mud, struck the staff and left not even a mark!
Wu Huan's staff techniques were bold and expansive. Combined with this extraordinary staff, he fought Zhang De to a standstill.
Guan Chang, Zhao Long, and Huang Sheng's expressions grew increasingly serious.
The current battle had exceeded their expectations. They never imagined that this little dwarf, barely half Zhang De's height, would be such a formidable fighter.
Zhao Long watched their fierce exchange and felt a surge of eagerness. He raised his Mo Dao and attacked Xuan Miao's two disciples behind him.
Surely, these two, from the same master, wouldn't be much worse?
Save me, Senior Brother!
However, contrary to Zhao Long's guess, as he was about to attack the second disciple, the fellow rolled on the ground, evading the Mo Dao's strike with a most shameless maneuver.
Chan Master Xuan Miao looked at this disciple, displaying a look of disappointment, and said word by word, "Zhu Wu Xi! If you hide your true abilities again today, you'll be punished to wash bedsheets for a month!"
Zhu Wu Xi, who had just gotten up from the ground, instantly turned pale and then dark. He said to the surrounding monks, "Quick, go get my weapon!
Damn, those stinky, pungent bedsheets, washing them for a month would be enough to kill a person!"
Zhao Long retreated a couple of steps upon hearing this, waiting for the monks to deliver Zhu Wu Xi's weapon.
Hou Jun Ji and the others were no longer important at this moment.
After chasing for so long, this short wait wouldn't make a difference. They would fight to their heart's content first.
If the monkey was gone, they could still chase, but it would be a huge loss to miss such a good opponent.
Guan Chang's previous guess about the wooden poles in the monks' hands was likely wrong. If the small holes on those wooden poles could really release hidden weapons, these hundred-odd monks would have already riddled the four of them with arrows.
Soon, four monks carried two weapons over.
Zhu Wu Xi grabbed one of them, a rake-like weapon, swung it a couple of times, and said to Zhao Long.
"My name is Zhu Gang Lie, and my Buddhist name is Wu Xi."
"My weapon is called the Nine-Toothed Rake. It is forged from celestial iron from the Flaming Mountain in the Western Regions, and it took forty-nine days to complete!"
"Later, when you go to report to King Yama, remember to clearly state how you died!"
Zhao Long, upon hearing this, also began to introduce himself.
"Good! Since that's the case, I won't hold back either."
"My name is Zhao Long. My ancestor was Zhao Zilong of Changshan!"
"This weapon is..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Zhu Wu Xi raised his rake-like Nine-Toothed Rake and slammed it down towards him.
"Hahaha, idiot, you fell for it!"
"Eat my rake, Old Zhu!"
Zhu Wu Xi grinned maliciously, no longer displaying his timid and fearful demeanor from before.
Damn you, you fight without honor!
Zhao Long, furious, thrust his Mo Dao forward instantly, aiming directly at Zhu Wu Xi's chest.
Zhu Wu Xi was no ordinary fighter. The two quickly engaged in a back-and-forth battle, just as evenly matched as Zhang De and Sun Wu Huan.
Guan Chang looked at Huang Sheng, who nodded slightly. He took out a Ten Thousand Stone Bow from his back, drew it, and nocked an arrow, aiming directly at Chan Master Xuan Miao's remaining disciple.
"Bald donkey, come and fight!"
After a loud shout, he instantly released the bowstring. The three-edged armor-piercing arrow streaked through the air like a black light, flying straight towards the bearded monk.
The bearded monk showed no fear. Just as the arrow was about to hit him, he executed an Iron Bridge maneuver, bending his legs and falling backward.
The arrow whizzed past his nose.
The moment the bearded monk straightened up, he snatched the Vajra Pestle from the hands of the two monks beside him.
Huang Sheng had only shot one arrow before charging forward with his Mo Dao.
The bearded monk, wielding the Vajra Pestle, fought fiercely with him.
For a moment, in the temple courtyard, six people, three separate duels, were engaged in a fierce battle.
Chan Master Xuan Miao looked at Guan Chang, joined his palms, and recited another Buddhist mantra.
"Namo Sukhavati Buddha~"
"Benefactor, fighting and killing is not good. Why not persuade your three companions to lay down their weapons?"
"Contemplating Sukhavati is the true path. The Buddha says, live happily and joyfully through the New Year~~"
"Sin, sin. I misspoke. It's about happily and joyfully achieving fulfillment. What do you say, consider it?"
Guan Chang was speechless. Damn it, this monk must have been a pimp before becoming a monk!
He turned and instructed the little sprout to stay further away, then brandished his Mo Dao and cleaved down towards Chan Master Xuan Miao.
"Grandpa will send you to your blissful rest!"
Chan Master Xuan Miao retreated a couple of steps unhurriedly, smiling at Guan Chang: "Since that is the case, do not blame me for using force!"
After speaking, he waved his hand towards the surrounding monks and uttered a phrase Guan Chang couldn't understand.
As soon as he finished speaking, the bare-chested monks, holding wooden pestles, attacked Guan Chang together.
While the main entrance was a scene of intense fighting, the other Yan Yun cavalry entering the temple from the other three gates also encountered opponents. However, they were ordinary monks, whom they easily dealt with before commencing their search of the temple.
*Duang~*
*Duang~*
*Duang~*
Room doors were kicked open, and every place that could conceal a person was searched.
Ah~~~!
Suddenly, a group of women ran out from a kicked-open room. This was not the main point.
The main point was that these women were all naked and opened their arms to Lü Shuang without any hesitation!
What the hell!
Lü Shuang was startled.
What the hell is this!
Are these Indian women so desperate?
*Yiya yiya yo~*
Wang Duan was also stunned and looked at Lü Shuang: "What are these ugly monsters saying?"
Damn, who knows what they're saying? Judging by their attire, it's probably nothing good.
Lü Shuang looked at them with disdain.
Bah! What attire? A bunch of naked black women, what's there to dress up?
Li Da, standing beside them, spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground. These black women gave him no desire.
"Quickly, find that bastard Hou Jun Ji, and let's return to Great Tang sooner. I miss Ruohua from Shenyang's Lanxiang Pavilion. This time, I'll definitely redeem her."
"Oh, oh, oh, our Li Da has been smitten?"
"Nonsense!"
"Hahaha, how is that smitten? Haven't you heard of the two great joys for men?
'Luring your wife to stray, and persuading a prostitute to turn good!'
Ignoring the women standing at the doorway beckoning them, the Yan Yun cavalry pretended not to see them, joking amongst themselves as they searched for Hou Jun Ji.
Compared to the women in the brothels of Shenyang and Chang'an, these dark-skinned women were simply disgusting!
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Author's Notes:
It's almost the end of the month, and I'm preparing for a burst of updates. The "shit yellow" button is gone, so it's based on the number of chapter comments. For every fifty chapter comments, an additional chapter will be added.