lethal arsenal

Chapter 503 A Leaf Knows Autumn

Rough-textured gravel blew in and fell with crackling sounds. There seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of Lin Dong, blocking the wind and sand.

The rolling sandy wind blew by, lifting the coarse cloth on the donkey cart.

The bloody gas suddenly hit the person. Broken hands, broken feet, rotten thighs, bloody heads, and several mutilated corpses came into view.

"Oh! Go away, go away, don't hinder our business."

The waiter at the store was driving away two monks, an old man and a young man.

The old monk had white eyebrows and white beard, and his earlobes were horrifyingly long. The young monk had dirty cheeks, and he should have dimples when he smiled, but... Lin Dong's eyes narrowed and he noticed that the edge of the young monk's eyebrows was very sharp, like a knife or a sword. , the kind where blood can be seen immediately after opening the blade.

"Hey, it won't affect your business. We are just asking for water. Besides, saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I can lend you a shovel to bury them and give them a chance to reincarnate. You are a virtuous person. ”

The young monk shouted to the waiter in the shop.

"I'll take advantage of you, uncle."

In front of the inn where the wine flag was fluttering, two monks, one old and one young, were arguing with the innkeeper.

"It's not easy to deal with. I'm afraid Guo Er will be very hot to the touch."

"No room is hell, but there is room is the human world?"

Beside Zhu Xiaolian, his fair face suddenly drooped.

Zhu Xiaolian wanted to say something else.

Lin Dong murmured softly.

The stable is dilapidated, and there is a carpenter in short brown standing on the roof, holding a hammer and nailing repairs.

"I am a student in the academy. I feel so rich."

"Let's go."

Lin Dong frowned and said with an angry expression.

Lin Dong nodded slightly, but didn't say much.

Shopkeeper Hui's expression changed, and he was about to speak when he heard Lin Dongyan say: "Okay, let's get some rooms."

The waiter frowned, turned around and went into the store to get the stick.

"It's good to stay in the store. Only by staying in the store can we make a profit."

Zhu Zhong pushed him from behind, and poof, Zhu Xiaolian staggered and almost fell. He turned around and glared at Zhu Zhong fiercely. He saw Zhu Zhong's face was fierce, but he did not dare to say anything.

Before anyone even entered the inn, the sound came from far away.

"not me……"

"What, you're not happy? I'm not taking you out for a tour, but to examine the world. If you don't do it, how can you feel the cruelty of the word 'world' today."

This was what Lin Dong and his group saw when they got off the carriage.

At this moment, a man with a big sword passed by.

After saying that, Lin Dong ignored the shopkeeper and turned around, patted Ma Wencai on the shoulder and said, "You guys, go help the young monk bury the dead man together."

"Those two monks are not bad either..."

This man was dressed as a traveler, wearing a bamboo hat in broad daylight. He walked slowly and shouted.

"what."

Lin Dong slowly raised his eyes.

An old man in a gray robe came forward, cupped his hands and said.

The white-browed monk chanted the Buddha's name.

The building seemed to have collapsed, and a large stone in the yard was half buried in the ground.

This inn is quite strange, its name is Wujian Inn.

Lin Dong's eyes paused, staying on the plaque for a while, and then moved down.

"Everyone, my surname is Hui, and I am the shopkeeper of this store. I can guarantee that after searching all over Taiping Town, our house has the best conditions. If you want to stay, there are still a few upper rooms."

"Sir, there was an earthquake a few days ago. The huge rocks rolled down from Wuding Mountain, injuring many people. Our inn was also turned into what it is now."

Shopkeeper Hui bowed his hands again.

There is a gaping hole in the middle of the plaque, and the writing is mottled, as if it has been eroded by wind for hundreds of years.

"Master, how many kilograms of meat do you want?"

"Whose carriages are these?"

"That's it."

The sky and the earth were dim, and the inn was coated with a thick layer of yellowish brown. What made people feel strange was that the foundation of the entire three-story inn was actually wrinkled and skewed.

Rustling, the windows on the second floor of the inn were slightly opened, and pairs of eyes were watching the passers-by outside. Lin Dong's ears moved slightly, taking in all the sounds around him.

"Amitabha, please don't argue with them from all directions. Let's go."

"Waiter, cut up a few kilograms of beef, add two jars of good wine, and a fat chicken."

The waiter came out of the backyard with a rolling stick in his hand.

The waiter at the inn wanted to talk to the young monk, but he saw the monk consciously pulling the donkey cart pulling the body away. Business came to the door again, and the face that was gloomy just now changed to a sunny one after the rain. appearance.

"How many kilograms are there? Leave them all here with me."

The man carrying the big sword put down the bamboo hat on his head and said boldly.

This person was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, full of heroic spirit.

"Good."

The waiter agreed and quickly went to the back room to call for the stove.

"How many kilograms of meat does it cost for one person? Can he finish it? Besides, he's already finished it, what should we eat?"

Ning Caichen, who was sitting next to Lin Dong, muttered in a low voice with a calm expression on his face.

"Please, please."

Shopkeeper Hui made an invitation gesture.

"Our family must have enough wine and meat. If we don't have enough food, we can slaughter a cow now. It's not too late."

The shopkeeper said again.

"Just serve a few bowls of plain noodles, and we'll taste it bland."

Yin Ling'er on the side said meaningfully, and after speaking, she gave the shopkeeper a meaningful look.

"Good good."

Shopkeeper Hui's expression remained unchanged and he smiled and agreed.

Amidst the commotion, Lin Dong took Wang Xian'er, Yin Ling'er, and Ning Caichen to sit down. After a while, several bowls of plain noodles were served.

"Seeing as you are college students, this plate of beef is a gift from our shopkeeper."

After the waiter finished speaking, he put down his food and left.

"Wow, so good."

Wang Xianer's words were duplicitous, but her face was a little solemn.

"You like it, then you can eat beef."

Yin Ling'er was short-tempered and deliberately pushed the beef in front of Wang Xian'er, almost causing Wang Xian'er to vomit acidic water from her stomach.

Ning Caichen, who was next to him, had a mortal body and didn't know why, but he put his chopsticks together and planned to pick up a piece of braised beef to try.

Da da.

Lin Dong knocked on the table.

"Everyone is here, why are you using chopsticks? Where have you learned etiquette?"

At this time.

The sound of shovels outside the inn gradually became quieter.

Several large pits were dug in the silent and desolate land.

Zhu Xiaolian and others helped the old monk, and the young monk almost finished burying the body and came back to have something to eat.

A few of them sat at another table.

Zhu Zhong was not picky about the ordinary noodles, but Ma Wencai felt a little unhappy. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked: "Sir, we have just finished our physical work, how about some plain noodles?" No fat or meat at all?”

This boy is used to the life of a young master. His father, Ma Junsheng, was originally a local prefect, but now he has been transferred to the Ministry of Household Affairs. His family's wealth has increased exponentially. How can he spend his time with just plain noodles...

"It's good to eat some. Where did all this nonsense come from? If you want to eat, you can order it yourself."

Lin Dong said casually.

So, Ma Wencai just thought that the new gentleman from the academy didn't have much money, "It's okay, sir, I'll treat you to this meal today." After saying that, he slapped a silver coin on the table and opened his mouth to ask for six or seven items from the store. It's a big meat dish, and it's available at every table for everyone in the academy.

Humph.

Yin Linger sneered.

"gentlemen."

Wang Xianer, who was sitting opposite Lin Dong, lightly kicked Lin Dong with her foot, as if asking him what his plan was.

This is the time.

"Amitabha, I have seen all the donors and the poor monk is polite."

A Buddha chant sounded.

The old monk and the young monk stepped into the inn to thank Lin Dong and others. The reason for thanking them was naturally because the students from the academy helped them dig up the soil and bury the corpse.

"Hello, Master, what do you call me?" Lin Dong asked with a slight smile.

His left eye has the root seal of the Mandala of Light and Darkness, which allows him to see through illusions and distinguish between good and evil. The white-browed monk in front of him has Buddha nature, and there is a faint circle of golden Buddha light behind him. He must be good.

"The poor monk, whose name is Baiyun, came here to express his gratitude to all the benefactors. The benefactors kindly buried the dead souls, and there must be gods and ghosts to protect them. There is only one thing. This place is quite dangerous, and I hope the benefactors will leave quickly."

Monk Baiyun said something, but he came here to remind Lin Dong and others.

"what?"

All the students in the academy looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

To be selected into Wulong Academy, there is no such thing as mediocrity.

Well, except for Ma Wencai, they are all relatively powerful people anyway, but Zhu Zhong and the others didn't see anything wrong.

After hearing what Master Baiyun said, I naturally wanted to ask why.

The second brother who was waiting not far away was not happy, "Two bald donkeys, big and small, what are you talking about? It's just to prevent you from asking for fast food, but it ruins our business for no reason."

The younger brother came over aggressively.

This is the time.

boom!
A crackling sound resounded in the air.

Lin Dong turned his head and glanced around. The inn window was wide open, and in the corner of the horizon outside, a firework in the shape of a peacock feather bloomed.

"It's the embroidered clothes guard, the embroidered clothes guard is here!"

In the inn, some people in the world were sharp-eyed and shouted immediately.

Pudu Cihang took control of the court situation in Nanli, and the embroidered guards who once guarded the royal family became the best tool for the protector of the country to suppress hostile ministers.

In addition to wantonly attacking dissidents, the Xiuyi Guards themselves also relied on the power given by the Protector of the Country to plunder, making the people of the entire country miserable.

The Wuding Mountain area already belongs to the border of Nanli. What these people in the world did not expect was that the Protector of the Country would actually reach out to such a place.

The fireworks of peacock feathers are the signal for Xiu Yiwei to go out.

Under the turbid sky, those fireworks were particularly gorgeous.

The rumble of horse hooves sounded.

"Caught the fugitive."

"Caught the fugitive."

What followed was the shouts of the embroidered guards and the thumping of gongs and drums.

The embroidered guard holding a dazzling knife, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, was running rampant on the street like a tiger or wolf.

"This is kind of like it."

"This doesn't look like it."

No matter what they looked like, Xiu Yiwei directly grabbed the faces of passers-by and compared them with the portraits. If they were found to have three points, they would be cuffed with shackles.

"I'm not, I'm not!"

Some people were so frightened that they waved their hands repeatedly and slurred their words.

"Hey hey hey, you're not? If you say you're not, then you're not? You don't have two taels of silver, so I think you are!"

The embroidered guard Jie Jie smiled strangely and put his knife against the passerby's neck.

Snapped.

The little monk clenched his fists and crushed the rosary beads in his hand.

"Ten Directions."

Old monk Baiyun shouted.

"Amitabha, monks must not use the fire of wrath."

The old monk preached the Buddha's name again.

"But Master..."

The ten finger bones cracked loudly.

Outside the inn, the embroidered guard caught a passerby and compared it with the portrait in his hand and said, "I think you are a rebel of the Fu family."

"He is not!"

Shifang finally stood up and couldn't help shouting.

A group of embroidered guards looked like wolves and tigers and followed the sound.

"That little bald thief, if you tell me you're not, then you're not?"

The blade of the knife was raised, and the embroidered guard glared angrily.

"Ugh."

The white-browed old monk sighed heavily.

"He doesn't have a beard on his face, but the man you drew has a beard."

Shifang couldn't help shouting. Half a street away, the young monk had excellent eyesight and could clearly see the portrait on the wanted poster.

"If you shave it off, you'll be gone! He's clearly a rebellious member of the Fu family."

Xiuyiwei said with a ferocious expression.

Those sinister eyes wandered around the group of people in the inn, and finally landed on the old monk and the young monk.

"Hmph! I see that you are also a gangster, and you are deliberately dressing up like a bald donkey so that you can get away with it. I just caught you to collect the reward."

"Yes, catch them and get the reward."

One after another, the embroidered guards screamed.

Huhu.

Whistles sounded one after another, and a crowd of people rushed into the inn.

The innkeeper and the waiter hurriedly took cover, but there was no trace of fear on the face of the young monk Shifang.

"Ugh."

The old monk sighed, looking pitiful.

"Things that don't know whether to live or die."

Yin Ling'er frowned. This look and action were at least somewhat similar to Lin Dong's when he was angry. It could be said that he had copied it perfectly.

"Zhu Zhong!"

Lin Dong greeted him and signaled for this kid to take action.

When Zhu Zhong heard this, he hooked his foot, picked up the iron rod and was about to rush down.

"he!"

Wang Xian'er on the side exclaimed, it turned out that someone moved faster than Zhu Zhong.

In the inn, the knight who ordered several kilograms of beef had already rushed forward to face the group of embroidered guards.

"Excuse me, sir, while I drink."

The evil-looking thug was swept away by the unsheathed sword, bang bang bang! But five or six people flew out with one blow.

The swordsman looked fierce, like a tiger attacking a flock of sheep, and he knocked out the embroidered guard in a few blows.

"Who are you, your Excellency, who dare to go against our Xiuyi Guards?"

A rather tall bald man held two swords in his hands and glared at the swordsman. There were iron rings hanging from his nostrils, and the iron rings jingled when he spoke.

Whoosh whoosh.

A series of iron darts were driven into the feet of the great swordsman, leaving behind a series of dense holes. It was obvious that those swallow darts were driven deep into the pit.

The swordsman brushed his hair, put the sword on his shoulder, stepped on the wooden stool, and said Zhang Yang: "I won't change my name when I walk, I won't change my surname when I sit down. It's because of the cool breeze and the boundless autumn moon. Fortunately, I feel like a child, and my mood is like A good man who spends his days as young as a year. Although he is not as handsome as a tree, he is also the best in the world, with a broad mind and strong arms - my name means autumn is known in every leaf!"

Balabala said, Lin Dong's eyelids twitched when he heard, "There are still such shameless people in the world." Lin Dong was amazed in his heart, he finally saw a strange person today.

"You're such an idiot, don't show off your quick words!"

The leader of the Xiuyi Guards, a bald man over eight feet tall, raised his sword and came to kill.

"Ignorant of good and evil."

Yiye Zhiqiu's face turned cold, and the next moment, there was a muffled sound, and the huge scabbard hit the bald head's face.

In an instant, blood spurted out, and half of his face sank into his skull.

"Ahhh!"

A group of embroidered guards screamed like they were seeing ghosts.

The bald head was in terrible shape, with bones and slag, and flesh and blood shattered all over the floor. His body fell backwards, and the sword sheath was stuck on his head from beginning to end.

What a force!
Yiye Zhiqiu kicked his feet, the floor tiles cracked, and he rushed forward.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred meters away, the big sword slashed through, and the heads were flying!
The redness of blood hit his eyes, and a fishy smell filled the air.

Amitabha!
Ahh!

The Buddha's name preached by the old monk and the screams of the embroidered guards rang out at the same time.

Monk Shifang clenched his fists tighter, and the blood vessels on his arms were clearly visible. Such an exploding scene made the young monk Shifang's eyes red, as if something was about to explode.

At this moment, a pair of big white jade-like hands came down to cover Shifang's eyes.

"Master."

The little monk shouted, with a bit of dissatisfaction in his tone.

(End of this chapter)