One Punch Monk

Chapter 84

Three days later, outside Taiping County.

"Woooooo~"

The low and melodious sound of the horn sounded, black smoke billowed on the horizon, and a huge cavalry unit appeared in front of Yan Poyue.

"Yan Poyue, Lieutenant of Changshui School, I have seen the General!"

Yan Poyue rolled his saddle off his horse and saluted with his hands crossed.

"I'm going to ask you, since you are in charge of the troops stationed here, have you ever personally investigated whether Ziwu Valley is really open?"

Yan Poyue's Adam's apple rolled, looked at the old man wearing a black cloak in front of him, and then at the banner "General Qianniuwei" hanging high behind him, and answered with a trembling voice.

"Reporting to the General, I have already personally investigated the situation, and the Ziwu Valley is unimpeded for hundreds of miles."

"Well, good job, you go down."

Received the praise of Wang Zhongying, a famous general who had defeated the Northern Wilderness Wu Kingdom many times, and even a third-rank martial artist. Yan Poyue was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and he was glad that he had received this task.

Yan Poyue did not forget that day, when he learned from Princess Taiping's Bieyuan that Steward Tong had personally visited Xixing Temple, how did he come back in a daze.

That temple, that little monk, far exceeded his imagination.

And then the task sent by his boss asked him to confirm whether the Meridian Valley was opened.

When he witnessed the Meridian Valley, which used to be full of bandits and monsters, hundreds of miles away, the shock was indescribable.

Wang Zhongying didn't know what a little captain was thinking, so he let go of the reins, and suddenly turned sideways and asked:

"General Lu Zhonglang, did the captain's secret performance ever come true?"

Lu Fuyao held the halberd in his hand, and replied in a deep voice: "It's true, the Longwei scouts of the humble staff have confirmed that it was indeed done by Master Budu in Xixing Temple."

Wang Zhongying nodded slightly. It is okay to hide the matter of Haoran Academy from ordinary people, but it is impossible to hide it from a high-ranking court boss like him, especially a young man like him who joined the army and went through Li Tang and Wu Zhou dynasties. Veteran.

The apprentice of the one going west.
"Please Zhao Guoshi to come and have a talk."

Not long after Zhao Zixia, the national teacher, who was in charge of Difei Mountain, left, the Xianmen people at the end of the team received an order from General Qianniuwei.

"how can that be?"

In the team of Lingxiao Sword Sect, one of Wu Zhou's Nine Great Celestial Rank Immortal Sects, the Young Sect Master Duan Yun's face was as sinking as water, it was simply unbelievable.

A disciple of the Sword Sect next to him said disdainfully: "What kind of little monk can open Ziwu Valley in one day. It's not like we haven't been to Ziwu Valley before. There are tens of thousands of bandits and countless monsters. Even if we kill them one by one, we don't know how long it will take. It must be here." Garrison is exaggerating."

"If it is true, it might not be a good thing."

Difeishan's position is different from Lingxiao Jianzong's.

National teacher Zhao Zixia was forced to participate in the suppression of the rebellion in Hanzhong. Difei Mountain is based in Jiangnan Road, and the disciples brought by Master Zhao to Luoyang, the capital of the gods, are not many, but they are all elites.

Their thinking was that the smoother the matter, the better, and it would be best if the rebels surrendered and the leaders of the Seven Dou Rice Sect all committed suicide.

Otherwise, their masters will be in danger.
As for the monks of Chang'an Shenlong Temple in Xijing, they are all "Amitabha Buddhas", those with deep cultivation are calm, while those with shallow cultivation are naturally showing a little dissatisfaction with the monks from an unknown small temple who show off the limelight.

In a short time, everyone in Xianmen screamed in surprise, for some reason, the national teacher Zhao Zixia rose into the air, flew southward, and escaped from the large army.

Zhao Zixia went to Xixing Temple to find the young monk.

But all of this has nothing to do with Shen Budu.

Because he has officially stepped into the land of Hanzhong Mansion.

The Hanzhong Basin was originally a fertile soil, but now it is out of the Ziwu Valley, but there is no human habitation at all.

Looking at the river in front of him and the stone tablet beside him, Shen Budu asked his first question.

"Why is this river called Little Chishui?"

The knowledgeable Mingyue gave a brief introduction to several people almost without thinking.

"Small Chishui is also the irrigation water of "Shan Hai Jing". The water comes out of the rocky mountain, and the source is connected with dozens of suspended streams that are in the same body as Huayue. The water is north of Zhengcheng West, and there is a small red bridge on the water. It still exists, and in the old world, the bridge is called the water."

"Well, it's still a river with a history."

The so-called Zhengcheng is Zheng County, the seat of Hanzhong Prefecture. Dozens of upstream tributaries of Xiaochishui can be traced back to the vicinity of Mount Hua. Only here did they become quite large-scale rivers.

But here lies the problem.

It is obvious that the government of Hanzhong Mansion is only a few tens of miles away, why can't I even see anyone?

Where did everyone go?
"Why don't you go to the ruined temple in front?"

He Taixu, who had just been promoted to the sixth-rank alchemy cultivator of the Taoist sect, was extremely confident at this time, and made a suggestion full of confidence.

"Okay, but you have to remember what the little monk said before."

"Remember, if the situation is wrong, withdraw immediately!"

Mingyue agrees with this suggestion very much, if there is no Taiping Fudi hanging in front of her, no one would want to come to the muddy water just because of the chaos in Hanzhong Mansion.

But even in a peaceful and blessed land, you have to weigh your own weight.
Therefore, except for Shen Budu, the others actually came together with the mentality of focusing on participation.

After all, in line with the mentality of "everything has come", most monks will never encounter such a good thing as the opening of the cave, and it would be a pity not to see it.

The facts soon proved that although the tragedy in Hanzhong Mansion was expected in advance.

But when these young people and the not-so-young demon were faced with the bloody facts, they still needed to improve their mental endurance.

Although it is a temple, it is not a Buddhist temple.

It is an obscene temple of local belief in Hanzhong Prefecture.

There are some loess walls mixed with wormwood around, a broken door has long been skewed, Shen Budu and others entered the temple, only to find that there are people inside.

Leaving aside the gazebo and well on the left, even in the dilapidated woodshed on the right, there are vulgar shouts and curses.

"Squeak~"

As the door was pushed open, a gust of wind blew into the main hall, and the refugees who warmed up inside almost subconsciously uttered curses in slightly different dialects, and some even took up their weapons.

To Shen Budu's surprise, almost all the main halls of the temple were women!
Were all the men taken away, or were they all dead?
The two skinny women who were exchanging the children in their hands stopped in embarrassment.

Yizishishi
The sharp cry of the child who was starved into a big-headed doll pierced the brief silence.

Behind the red wooden sculpture of a woman in the wind, a fat and big woman jumped out, as if she was a leader.

The big fat woman crossed her hands and saluted, and said in a rough voice: "Mage, this is the shelter for us refugees. If there is nothing wrong, please don't stay here."

It can be seen that the refugees in this temple don't seem to be good people.

In other words, in the situation of cannibalism in Hanzhong Mansion, it is difficult for good people to survive.

Compared with the skinny and skinny ordinary refugees who seem to struggle to walk, this fat woman obviously has a good nutritional intake.

Among the few men, there was a thin middle-aged scholar. The scholar held a book in his left hand, and with his right hand, he helped the haggard woman next to him to stagger up, and moved to live under the nailed window.

Before the few of them had time to strike up a conversation, the middle-aged scholar who looked languid suddenly asked a question.

"Dare to ask you, but there is wine?"

Shen Budu's mood was extremely bad.

Changing sons and eating refugees to become bandits
When he left Taiping County, when these sufferings in the world that he had only seen in books suddenly and vividly appeared in front of him, Shen Budu suddenly thought of a joke.

Mr. Huang was kind-hearted and hated the poor, so he drove all the poor people in a radius of twenty miles to the Town God's Temple.

The middle-aged scholar sighed slightly without being afraid of the fat lady's warning eyes, "My Anu was injured, probably won't survive tonight, the pain is really severe, please take a sip of strong wine to relieve the pain."

Shen Budu looked aside, the woman next to the scholar was indeed pale and clutching her lower abdomen.

The woman's clothes were covered with purple-black dried blood, mixed with some blood, and it was not known whether it was caused by the movement just now.

Anyone can see that it is already very difficult to live with blood loss like this.

The pale, haggard woman who was almost breathless was obviously in extreme pain at this moment.

She shrank her neck, and an ugly smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

Shen Budu clasped his hands together, bowed and said: "Amitabha, you monk can show this female benefactor."

Not to mention the big fat woman, even the refugees around them all looked up at Shen Budu.

"Master, if there is nothing wrong, please go out!"

"Ge Laozi, how can you say nothing happened when someone is injured like this?"

The irritable Chi Ou was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled out the sword buried in the fat of his waist.

The sword flashed with aura, and even ordinary people could tell that this was not an ordinary weapon, and those refugees couldn't help shrinking back a lot.

And when Chi Ou lifted the curtain of the bamboo hat, almost everyone gasped for the summer heat.

"There are monsters!"

"Run!"

Just now they just thought that this was a fat man with a fat body.

The fat woman's face was gloomy, and instead of being afraid, she threatened every word.

"Master, the ugly words are up front. If you offend Chi Niangniang and lose your life in vain, don't blame me for not reminding you when you get to the underworld."

Shen Budu said lightly: "Don't bother the benefactor, the one who goes to the underworld must not be a young monk. When the time comes to hand it over to the acquainted officials of the underworld, the little monk will explain it to you."

Seeing this, the big fat woman had nothing to say, she kowtowed to the red female wooden carving on the ground, muttering something in her mouth.

"The demon monk is overly aggressive, I respectfully invite the red lady to show up!"

The red wood carving shone with a strange light,

Immediately afterwards, no dharma body appeared, but there was a commotion outside the temple.

"Who dares to be presumptuous in my empress's temple?"

A sharp female voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)