Build the Traveler Alliance from Scratch.

Chapter 901 Acting for Heaven
After speaking, Nie Changchuan took out the copper bowl and handed it to the maid beside the bed.

Not knowing why, the maid reached out to take it and looked at Nie Changchuan blankly.

Nie Changchuan smiled and said: "This bowl is called the Vajra Demon-Suppressing Bowl. As long as you hold it, your mother and several sisters will be safe."

The maid heard this and nodded quickly, carefully holding the amazing-sounding King Kong Demon-Conquering Bowl.

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan felt relieved, and strode out of the room with a wrought iron Zen staff weighing over a hundred kilograms.

Behind her, Yin Wenjiao stared blankly at his back, stretched out her hand, and wanted to call her son's name. Suddenly, she realized that she hadn't given him a serious name yet...

Thinking of this, Yin Wenjiao slowly lowered her arms and looked at Nie Changchuan's back with a complicated expression.

At the same time, Nie Changchuan had stepped over the butler's body and walked outside the door.

At this time, the housekeeper had not gone out for a long time, and the thieves on duty in the courtyard were already suspicious.

Two strong swordsmen came forward, stopped Nie Changchuan, stared at him and asked, "Where is Manager Liu?"

"……What's the meaning?"

It's terrible to be uneducated. You said it so straightforwardly, but these two guys still couldn't understand.

Nie Changchuan was not afraid at all. He held a Zen staff and glanced at the swordsmen who were gradually surrounding the courtyard. He said calmly: "Liu Hong, the water bandit, was so bold that he killed the imperial officials on the Hongjiang River. He assumed his name and took office in Jiangzhou. He has been in charge ever since. It’s been thirteen years.”

Seeing the two people's reactions, Nie Changchuan's mouth twitched and he couldn't help but sigh.

The two swordsmen were slightly startled and looked at each other in confusion.

"Bah!"

Nie Changchuan held the Zen staff, put one hand on his chest, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Mr. Liu is devoted to the Buddha. The poor monk has sent him to the West to meet the Tathagata Buddha because of his piety..."

"Can that Liu Biaozi also go to see Tathagata Buddha?"

There was no other way, Nie Changchuan could only explain patiently: "What the poor monk means is that he has been killed by me."

With a muffled sound, the head of the big man with the mace exploded like a watermelon.

"Stop talking nonsense!" The big man holding a mace pushed away everyone, strode forward, and said with a ferocious smile, "You bald bastard, now that you know Brother Liu's secret, don't even think about leaving alive!"

"The poor Taoist learned the truth from the mouth of the prefect's wife. He wanted to do justice for heaven and accepted this thief. Everyone here, as well as those who don't know, can lay down their weapons in front of the poor monk and save their lives... Amitabha!"

Nie Changchuan nodded and said: "Very good, it seems that there is no innocent person qualified to guard the backyard."

"Oh!"

The two swordsmen were both shocked. They took a step back, drew out their sabers, and looked at Nie Changchuan in surprise.

After hearing Nie Changchuan's words, all the swordsmen guarding the courtyard looked at each other, with fierce looks on their faces, and gathered around.

The Zen staff with four crescent iron blades poked out like lightning and penetrated straight through the big man's face, like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily dividing the head into four pieces.

"……What?!"

The headless body holding the mace fell to the ground.

After saying that, he shouted loudly, raised the mace and hit Nie Changchuan on the head.

"thump--"

Nie Changchuan withdrew his Zen staff calmly, his delicate and fair cheeks stained with blood, and just looking at the silent swordsmen, the Prime Minister solemnly recited the name of the Buddha.

"Amitabha!"

Before he finished speaking, Nie Changchuan kicked his foot, cracked the ground violently, and rushed into the crowd waving his Zen staff.

The heavy Zen staff resembles both a hammer and a shovel. It can be smashed or cut. In the hands of Nie Changchuan, who possesses the power of a heavenly dragon, it is danced into a ball of phantoms. During the whistling, it can be said that you will die if you knock it, or you will die if you rub it. hurt.

"boom!"

The heavy Zen staff was swung on the chest and abdomen of a swordsman.

The swordsman immediately flew up and spit out blood as if he didn't want money.

The injuries to his chest and abdomen were even more horrifying. The crescent blade at the top of the Zen staff split his abdominal muscles and everted them almost instantly. The heavy force attached to them poured into his body, and even squeezed out the intestines in his abdominal cavity. Blood flowed all over the ground.

"thump--"

The swordsman fell heavily to the ground and rolled around a few times while being entangled in his own intestines. Then his body squirmed slightly and then became silent.

At this time, Nie Changchuan had already waved his Zen staff, thrust the demon-conquering pestle at the end of the staff into another person's chest, then raised his foot and kicked him, causing his body to shoot out like a cannonball, severely smashing a tree, and being smashed by countless people. Wooden stubble penetrated his chest.

"Pfft-"

After the man fell to the ground, he vomited blood and clutched his chest. Blood gurgled from his mouth, and he was already breathing out but not in.

I have to say that this ruthless gangster licking blood from his knife edge is extraordinary.

Even though Nie Changchuan showed his natural power, the opponent still charged forward with a fierce look, as if they thought they could kill this far stronger monk with their numbers and momentum.

But unfortunately, Nie Changchuan's strength far exceeded their imagination.

The reason for killing in this less efficient way is just to let these evil thieves feel how the innocent people who died in their hands felt...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, Nie Changchuan's face was expressionless, and he continued to wave the Zen staff mercilessly in his hand.

All the swordsmen who rushed up were thrown into the air, or were smashed into the sky by a hammer, or flew upside down and crashed into their companions, and were pierced through the chests by the waist swords in their companions' hands.

Looking at the figure that was constantly harvesting lives like a demon, the faces of the several swordsmen behind finally showed expressions of fear.

They stopped, looked at each other, turned and ran away without hesitation.

Nie Changchuan noticed their actions, glanced at them, and said loudly: "Amitabha, donor, please stay!" After hearing Nie Changchuan's words, those people not only did not stay, but ran faster.

One of the tall and thin swordsmen sighed and cursed loudly: "You are a bald murderer, how can you recite Amitabha?"

Nie Changchuan smashed the swordsman's head in front of him with his stick, then raised his hand to grab the other man's neck and swung him in the direction of everyone's escape.

"call--"

The body that weighed one hundred and twenty kilograms shot out, arriving first, over everyone's heads, and was thrown hard on the arch leading to the front yard.

The corpse fell tightly against the wall, leaving a bright red bloodstain on the white-painted wall.

Everyone was shocked and stopped quickly, looking at this scene in horror.

"Amitabha." Nie Changchuan's faint voice came from behind, "My Buddha also has the wrathful eyes of Vajra. If the donor is interested, you might as well stay and debate with the poor monk."

"Ahhh!"

A relatively short thief was frightened by Nie Changchuan's demon-like words and deeds. He shouted in fear, took out the iron nail concealed weapon in his arms, flicked his wrist, and threw it away.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Several finger-long iron nails flew over, and Nie Changchuan raised his hand to pinch them, then threw them away with his backhand.

"Pfft-"

The long and thick iron nail penetrated the man's forehead, leaving a hideous bloody mark, and then embedded itself deeply into the wall.

Nie Changchuan held a Zen staff and walked towards the crowd as he stepped over the corpses on the ground with an expressionless face.

The thieves showed fear on their faces, and one of them suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted: "Both of us are going to die, so we might as well fight with him!"

After saying that, he roared angrily and emboldened himself, and charged forward waving a long knife.

"Bam—"

Just halfway through, the Zen staff in Nie Changchuan's hand hit his waist like lightning.

The figure of the swordsman flew up in an instant and disappeared in front of everyone as if teleporting.

"Oh!"

There was a muffled sound, and the swordsman's body stuck to the courtyard wall dozens of meters away.

Nie Changchuan didn't even look at him. He just held the Zen staff and continued walking towards the crowd.

"Ta! Ta!"

Heavy footsteps stepped on the ground and in everyone's hearts.

Finally, some people couldn't bear the psychological pressure, threw away their swords, screamed, turned around and ran away.

Seeing this scene, Nie Changchuan kicked his foot, cracking the ground in an instant, and passed through the crowd like the wind. He came behind the man, pressed his left hand on the back of his head, and then - fiercely slapped him to the ground.

"Pfft-"

The huge head hit the ground and shattered like a bloody bag.

Nie Changchuan stood up slowly, with blood drops on his face, and looked at the people behind him calmly.

At this time, he had killed most of the two dozen bandits guarding the backyard.

The only ones who could still breathe now were the four people in front of Nie Changchuan.

The four swordsmen had frightened faces and backed away under Nie Changchuan's calm gaze.

Suddenly, one of them gritted his teeth and with a sudden heart, he suddenly turned around and stabbed his companion's chest with the long knife in his hand.

"puff--"

The stabbed thief spit out blood and stared at him in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

"you……"

Before he finished speaking, the man drew out his long knife and slashed horizontally, killing the other two companions who were still in shock.

After doing this, he threw away the long knife in his hand, knelt down with a plop, and kowtowed to Nie Changchuan seven or eight times.

Nie Changchuan looked at him in surprise, and was stunned for a moment.

After the man kowtowed, he quickly raised his head and looked at Nie Changchuan with gratitude and said: "This boy, Wan Dayong, was originally a fisherman from Hongjiang. It was Liu Hong and his gang who robbed the fishing village, killed my parents, and took me away to the village. This makes him a thief."

"Now that the mage is eliminating harm for the people, the boy has finally been avenged and avenged his parents' blood..."

Hearing Wan Dayong's endless words, Nie Changchuan frowned tightly, not knowing whether they were true or false.

After thinking for a moment, he stepped forward and helped him up in the face of the other party's slightly confused and frightened eyes.

Then, Nie Changchuan's eyes suddenly burst into gold, and Wan Dayong's eyes were in a trance for a while, and his expression gradually calmed down.

Only then did Nie Changchuan ask: "Is what you just said true or false?"

Wan Dayong said with a dull expression: "Of course it is true."

Nie Changchuan breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to undo the spell, his heart suddenly moved and he asked again: "How many years have you been a thief?"

Wan Dayong said dullly: "Fourteen years."

Nie Changchuan's eyes turned cold: "Is there any evil intention?"

Under Nie Changchuan's complicated eyes, Wan Dayong nodded calmly.

(End of this chapter)