My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 254 Help
The monster saw only a trace of erratic white air coming towards him, and suddenly felt his body stiffen, as if his spirit had stagnated.

"Fixation method?!"

The monster's mind was shaken, and he struggled with all his might, but the monster power that he used in the past seemed to have turned into a sticky swamp, heavy, sticky, and vigorously agitated, but it was like pushing the whole swamp, which was extremely difficult.

Phew, the fire crow flew over wrapped in smoke, fluttering around Jiang Yuan's side, and did not attack the monster, because the body-holding technique would be interrupted by external force.

"One breath, two breaths, twenty breaths, thirty breaths."

Jiang Yuan was calculating the effect of the body-fixing technique on monsters of the real monster level. When he silently counted to fifty breaths, the monster's fingers trembled.

"Fifty breaths, that's enough."

Just when the monster's eyes gradually showed joy, and when he was about to get out of trouble, Jiang Yuan flipped his hand, and a big halberd fell into his palm.

"Wow—"

The fire crow neighed, and the black smoke and fire around him instantly swelled, and then rushed towards the monster.

Zizizi, the hair on the leopard's head and the mottled skin suddenly burst into burnt smoke, and with a scream, the monster regained its freedom and immediately wanted to run away.

boom!
A halberd pierced through the black smoke, pierced into the monster's chest, and brought a large amount of blood out from the back, with a still beating heart stuck in the tip of the halberd.

boom!
With a flick of the halberd, the monster with bulging eyes fell heavily, twitched twice on the ground, and turned into a colorful leopard with a broken chest and no heart.

He put away the halberd casually, lifted the small pot, and the fire crow, wrapped in black smoke, sank into his mouth, and then Jiang Yuan floated back to the team.

"There is a sheltered mountain in front, rest there tonight."

Jiang Yuan pointed to the front, the monks looked at him in awe and quickly said yes.

A few days later, in the depths of Haoshan Mountain.

"What a mountain and a monster, I thought it was so powerful, but it turns out that they are all little hairy monsters, and they can scare mortals."

Wuqian easily dealt with another wolf monster, returned to the team with his mouth curled up, and honestly put on his bags and the old monk.

"The five thousand benefactor's words are probably biased." The old monk skillfully climbed onto Wu Qian's back, and praised with a smile on his face: "It's not that the monster is weak, but that the benefactor is too strong."

"Hahaha, the old monk can talk." Wuqian laughed heartily.

While joking, the team has already set off.

In the past few days, I have seen many monsters. The monks have grown from fear and panic, and now they are somewhat used to it. When monsters come, they dodge calmly.

Of course, it was also Jiang Yuan's master and servant who had strong mana, no matter what kind of monsters they were, they couldn't make a fuss, which gave them great confidence.

Drilling through the forest and over the mountains, and walked deeper.

In front of the team, Fudoluo, who was mainly in charge of clearing the way, turned his head to look at Jiang Yuan several times, and finally when he stopped to rest, he shyly moved to Jiang Yuan's side and whispered: "Benefactor Jiang, you, you can't teach My martial arts?"

Jiang Yuan casually leaned against the tree, and glanced at the corners of Fudoruo's mouth. He had already seen the young monk's mind, but he just thought it was interesting, so he never pointed it out.

"You want to worship me as a teacher?" Jiang Yuan asked.

"No, no," the young monk shook his head immediately, but felt that something was wrong, he lowered his head slowly, and said awkwardly, "I just want to learn some body-protecting martial arts, so that I can protect my teacher and go to Nanzhan Buzhou."

"Don't you know that 'the law is not taught lightly'? You don't want to learn my martial arts, but you don't ask me to be your teacher. How could it be such a beautiful thing?"

Jiang Yuan was smiling, but the monk lowered his head and didn't realize that he was teasing.

Fuduoluo collapsed, hugged the Arhat's short staff and said dejectedly: "What the almsgiver said is that the little monk Menglang has died."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and leave when a lazy voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Oh, it's boring too, let's move our hands and feet."

Fodoro was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and turned around quickly.

Jiang Yuan didn't seem to notice the young monk, he casually summoned the halberd, waved it in the wind, and turned it into a short stick.

Leaping onto the open ground, stepping on the ground, slashing in the air, bending and twisting, thrusting to the left, dodging and dodging, sweeping to block, followed by dodging steps, stepping steps, and inch steps, it is a set of short stick martial arts .

Fudoruo stared wide-eyed, staring at the moving figure, unwilling to let go of a movement.

Phew, the scepter pierced, leaving a hissing sound, and stopped in mid-air.

After a pause, the stick shadow turned around, actually rehearsing this set of martial arts from the beginning.

At this time, all the monks quietly surrounded him, staring at Wu Dong's figure intently.

Demonstrated three times in a row, the figure stopped, the short staff waved, and he returned to the Great Halberd Xuanbing, retracted his cassock, and then Jiang Yuan stretched and walked to the side.

Feeling lost, the monk immediately hugged Frodo, who was stunned, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, have you learned it? Can you teach me later?"

The young monk seemed to wake up for the first time. When he heard what his senior brother said, his heart moved, and he felt a ocher figure in his mind.

The old monk Sha Lu quietly walked to Jiang Yuan's side, clasped his hands and bowed: "Thank you benefactor for passing on the art, the old monk will let them treat you with courtesy."

Jiang Yuan glanced at the old monk, and said casually: "I'm just doing my hands and feet in a leisurely way, what kind of art are I passing on? The old monk should not show his face."

"The donor really has the heart of a Buddha." The old monk saluted again with a smile, without further words.

This stop is an hour.

When they set off, each monk carried a short stick in his hand, or bundled branches, or cut wood, with different shapes and rough tools.

Wuqian glanced at it, and muttered, "Don't talk about beating monsters, I'm afraid you can't even beat a pheasant to death."

Navdolo tied up his monk robe, tucked up his cuffs, and carried the Arhat staff in his hand, but within an hour, he was already quite vigorous.

The well-dressed young monk bowed respectfully as he passed Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan smiled, accepting this gift with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

It only took the young monk an hour to master the stick technique, and even faintly touched the essence. Although it was only a common stick technique, it was enough to show that his talent was good.

Fodoro strode to the front of the team, saw a bush blocking the road, and immediately waved his short staff.

Chop, smash, pick, stab.

The bushes that had to be sweated profusely before could be broken, but this time it was just the shadow of a stick flying. After a few strokes, a wide road passed through the bushes.

The young monk couldn't help but clenched his fists and cheered, turned around and grinned at Jiang Yuan, and then waved his staff excitedly at the old monk, "Teacher, teacher, I can protect you now!"

The eyes of the other monks lit up immediately, and some of them started walking directly, waving rough sticks in their hands, practicing while walking.

For a while, there was a sense of enthusiasm in the team.

When the old monk Sha Lu saw this, the creases on his face almost burst into laughter, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yuan, and put his hands together to thank him.

The sun is over the top of the head, the light in the forest is flickering, and an old pine forest appears in front of it.

"Benefactor, this is about to leave the mountain."

The old monk looked into the distance, turned his head and asked Jiang Yuan.

"It's still a bit short of leaving the mountain, but it's already halfway through."

Jiang Yuan replied with a smile, before he finished speaking, a shout came from the pine forest——

"Help! Someone help me."

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