Chapter 280 Delivered to your door? Just take your sacrificial sword
“Forget it, why are you thinking so much? There must be a road to the mountain before the car,”
Chu Pingsheng shook his head, shook away the random thoughts in his mind, and calmed down. He stepped down from the flat stone and looked at the warm yellow falling above his head. He picked up the coarse cloth package with many burrs on his back and walked towards the entrance of the cave.
When I came to Dali this time, I mastered the Beiming Divine Skill and Lingbo Weibu, mastered the Six Meridian Divine Sword and the Crane Control Skill, and also cuckolded Duan Zhengchun by the way.
The main mission is to cause trouble. If you are just doing a big job, killing Duan Zhengming and using Duan Yanqing to mess up Dali is the optimal solution. The problem is that if this happens, Dali country may go through it again. Yang Yizhen's regicide was a catastrophic chaos. Moreover, Tubo had coveted Dali for a long time and would most likely send troops to attack it. If the war broke out, it wouldn't matter if some nobles died. The only fear was that it would affect the common people and destroy their lives.
As a person deeply influenced by the nine-year compulsory education, Chu Pingsheng still had this bottom line, and finally gave up the idea of joining forces with Duan Yanqing to cause trouble.
“It’s almost time to return to the Central Plains. If we calculate the time, we should be able to catch up with the Beggar Clan’s Apricot Forest Conference.”
Out of the cave, he took a deep breath of the fragrant tea tree air. Walking with his back to the sunset, his movements seemed gentle and gentle, but in fact, every time he landed, he was three feet away.
……
An hour later.
The sun was setting, the night was getting darker, and the breeze was blowing against his face with a touch of water vapor. Chu Pingsheng quickly turned around and saw a long river rolling eastward. Several middle-aged men wearing hats and hats were standing on the bank with their trousers rolled up. They were talking quietly, and there was a row of rafts parked next to them. There was a bit of white in the fish baskets, and it seemed that they had caught a lot of fish.
More than a hundred meters away is a ferry. A lantern hangs on a pole at the end of the plank road, gently swaying in the gentle breeze. Opposite the ferry is a refreshment shop built with wooden piles and tarpaulin for passengers waiting for the ferry. A waiter wearing a linen shirt is leaning against the counter and chatting with the shopkeeper. There is no sign of closing.
He patted the dust on his leggings and monk's shoes and walked towards the shop, intending to get half a catty of mutton to eat. Who expected to hear a sudden shout: "What an empty monk, I just said he is still here" Let’s go back to Dali.”
A man jumped out of the shop and blocked his way.
Chu Pingsheng took a closer look and saw a pair of small eyes on his dark face, a green turban on his head, and two long and thin mustaches under his flat nose. The polished single sword was none other than Zhong Wanchou, the owner of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.
If it were another person, he might be intimidated. After all, Zhong Wanchou is ugly and has a bit of a gangster temperament. But here in Chu Pingsheng, his labels are "dog licking" and "green-haired turtle", which is helpless. The kind of rescue medicine.
“Master Zhong Gu misses the young monk so much, maybe he suddenly came to his senses and made a special trip to thank the young monk for helping you catch the traitor.”
“Spit, you perverted monk!”
With yelling and cursing With a sound, Gan Baobao, with fair skin and a slightly chubby face, wearing a double-breasted floral dress, came out, held the hilt of the sword in his hand and drew it, Qiang, the long sword was unsheathed, and the yellow tassels tied at the end of the hilt turned into fine tassels. It was a bit dazzling under the setting sun.
This was not over yet, two more people walked out from under the tarpaulin, both of them were old acquaintances.
Wearing a long black dress, the one with a sinister look was Qin Hongmian, wearing a short jacket with a slanted collar and a horse-faced skirt. She had a slender figure, and the one with a hateful look on her face was her daughter Mu Wanqing.
Four people stood in a row, their swords were shining coldly and their murderous intent was overwhelming.
Chu Pingsheng raised his hands and chuckled: "It seems that you have formed a team to seek revenge. If the monks don't lie, the four of you are not enough to fill my teeth."
"They are not enough, what about us?"
Several figures fell together with the gloomy female voice.
The man in the middle is in his fifties or sixties, with prominent cheekbones and sunken cheeks. Next to him is a young woman, ranging in age from twenty to thirty, all wearing a green brocade cloak with a black vulture embroidered on the chest.
"Lingjiu Palace? Grandma Yu, the leader of the Haotian Tribe?"
The middle-aged woman's eyes darkened: "Do you recognize me?"
"That's right."< br>
Really?
Granny Yu shook off the cloak that covered her arms and took a step forward: "Let me ask you, was the disciple of the Lingjiu Palace who was traveling with Zuo Zimu, the head of the East Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect, the one you destroyed?"
"Monks don't tell lies, it's the young monk who does it."
"Then the rude words to the child elder are right, right?"
"The young monk asked her to clean up and wait for the young monk to pray for her. Consecration is actually a kind heart. "A kind heart?
Just by the tone of the words, even a fool can tell how uncomfortable it is.
Qin Hongmian sarcastically said: "A kind heart? Huh, I think it's a lustful heart."
Grandma Yu transformed into Fufeng and came in a flash, bang bang bang, several times in a row The slap down made Shura Dao's mouth red and his eyes filled with resentment.
"Huh, you have no right to interfere in the affairs of Lingjiu Palace."
After teaching Qin Hongmian, Granny Yu looked back at Chu Pingsheng, and pointed forward with her crutch in her hand: "That's it. If so, then go die.”
"Amitabha."
At this moment, a Buddha's name came from under the tarpaulin, and three monks wearing gray robes with long strings of rosary beads hanging from their chests walked out slowly, and said calmly: "Several female donors "Can I ask the poor monk a few words?"
Chu Pingsheng's right eye twitched and he thought, aren't these Xuan Du, Hui Fang and Hui Jing from Shaolin Temple? Why did they come to Dali?
Grandma Yu suppressed her impatience and said, "Who are you?"
Xuandu clasped his hands together and lowered his head in salute: "Xuandu of Shaolin Temple, these are the two nephews of the poor monk."
Granny Yu snorted coldly, not giving enough respect to this disciple of the largest martial arts force in the Central Plains: "A monk from Shaolin Temple? What do you want to ask him?"
Xuan Du turned to face Chu Pingsheng, his cloudy eyes suddenly changed. Liang, the breath around him became cold: "Void, do you know your sin?"
Void?
This title confused Zhong Wanchou, Gan Baobao, Qin Hongmian, Granny Yu and others.
Isn’t his name empty? How did it become void?
Faced with the questioning, Chu Pingsheng behaved quite calmly, his gaze remained consistent, with a hint of contempt, or it could be said that he stood with a joking smile.
"Uncle Master, no, it should be Uncle Master. You are wrong. The disciples of Lingjiu Palace bully me. I am also a monk of Shaolin Temple. You don't want to help me, but you still have to judge me in front of outsiders. I really don’t show any kindness to my fellow disciples.”
Hui Jing was angered by his careless attitude: “The first one thought that your secular relative was seriously ill, so you were allowed to go back to your hometown to visit your relatives, but you were gone for several months. If you don’t return, if Prince Duan of Dali had not contacted Hanshan Temple, and if Murong’s retainers from Gusu came to ask for an explanation, I would have thought that you had met with misfortune and had passed away.”
Hui Fang also said beside him: "Xukong, let me ask you, why did Murong Fu's retainer Bao Bubutong say that you can also change the world? Previously, the abbot sent Uncle Xuanbei to Dali to support Tianlong Temple in dealing with the four evil men. He was attacked when passing by Shenjie Temple in Liangzhou. , died under his famous stunt Wei Tuo Pestle, does this matter have anything to do with you? "
Chu Pingsheng suddenly realized, no wonder these three bald donkeys appeared with anger, it turned out to be Bao BuTong. He was causing trouble behind his back, turning the blame that should have been on Murong Fu onto himself.
"What if I don't do it?"
He still said with a smile.
Huifang said: "Humph, no move? Then we can only escort you back to Shaolin Temple and hand you over to the head of the Discipline Hall."
Grandma Yu of Lingjiu Palace refused to do it after hearing this. : "Monk Kong who dares to insult Child Elder should be taken back to Lingjiu Palace to suffer the ice scraping his bones and the flames burning his body. The three of you are going to take him back to Shaolin Temple. Have you asked me for my opinion?"
This was said in an extremely rude manner. The female waitresses around her all drew their weapons and looked at the monks of the Shaolin Temple with murderous intent.
Zhong Wanchou looked at the two distinct groups, and said with a flattering smile: "Everyone, can you let him tell us Zhong Ling's whereabouts first, and then you take action?"
Grandma Yu's eyes widened, her murderous intention revealed.
The ugly ghost shivered in fright and took half a step back, embarrassed and panicked.
"Hey, Uncle Xuandu, didn't the bald donkey of Tianlong Temple tell you what I did in Tianlong Temple? I'm very embarrassed when you are like this." Chu Pingsheng took two steps forward. Looking at the river with his hands behind his hands, the monk's clothes are fluttering in the wind. Judging from his temperament, he looks more like a young man than a monk.
Huifang snorted from his nose: "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot. As a Shaolin disciple, you pretended to be a monk from Hanshan Temple and stole the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual from Tianlong Temple, and also made friends with four people. It is a great evil man who intends to overthrow Emperor Baoding, which is a shame to our sect.”
(End of this chapter)