Run into the world

Chapter 274 Can villains also gain enlightenment?

"We would also like to thank the benefactor for cleaning up the house for us. The poor monk would like to thank the benefactor on behalf of the Shaolin Temple."

The monk smiled innocently, put his hands together in front of him and bowed to Duanmuxiang. Although it was standard, it gave people a nondescript feeling.

Duan Muxiang did not avoid it, after all, it was he who killed the White Tiger Protector.

"Where are you going next?"

The monk scratched his scalp again and said, "The poor monk should be able to return to the mountain."

Duan Muxiang looked at him in surprise. According to his understanding, people who call themselves poor monks should have a Buddhist title or something behind them. Not only does this guy not do this, but he also says 'should'?Have a story?
The old man said: "The villain is dead, it's time for me to go home."

Duan Muxiang didn't care, but Xia Liuhong was a little anxious, "Hey, friends, please at least send me home. Do you want me to crawl back?"

The monk seemed to have just discovered it, and shouted with a guilty look on his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't remember you just now."

The old man thought for a while and said, "That's fine, I don't have anything to do anyway."

Xia Liuhong was about to cry, and she thought about it for a while, are you human?

Duan Muxiang picked up Xia Liuhong funnyly with one hand and threw it on the monk's back, "Okay, come with me. First go to the British Embassy to meet my friends, and then I will treat you and save you the trouble of crawling back."

When Xia Liuhong saw this, she could only pretend to be obedient, and then stopped talking. The monk clasped his hands together and lowered his head slightly. The old man replied: "Then I'm sorry."

"It's okay. The British Embassy is not my place anyway."

Duanmuxiang led the way nonchalantly.

……

Whose place is the British Embassy?It’s not a place for foreigners anyway, because the foreigners are all dead.

Yes, this is what Duan Muxiang saw after he arrived. It seemed like a war had taken place here. The corpses of foreign security soldiers were everywhere on the ground. Their bodies were covered with bullet holes. The walls of the British Embassy building were full of holes and holes. The traces of fire are like experiencing a modern war.

Duan Muxiang's face changed drastically, and he immediately rushed into the building. He had already begun to greet the eighteenth generation of Jiugong Zhenren's ancestors in his heart. Damn, you're wasting my time at this critical moment.

Huang Feihong must not die, right?
Well, in fact, he vaguely felt that Sun Wen was the key to getting the Samsara Pearl, but after all, the three illusions were dominated by Huang Feihong. Even if Sun Wen was very important, Huang Feihong could not die.

"All sentient beings who have not been liberated have unstable nature and consciousness, and have accumulated bad habits..."

The monk put his hands together and started to recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra on the foreheads of each corpse. However, the old man next to him patted his shoulder and said, "Little monk, I don't believe in Buddhism. If you really want to transcend, you still lack some equipment." .”

The monk was stunned for a moment, then turned around and asked: "What equipment?"

The old man pointed to the upper corner with his chin, "It's the cross."

The monk heard this and looked towards the wall. Sure enough, a huge cross was nailed to the wall, and a human sculpture was nailed to it!
The monk was shocked and couldn't help but take a step back. "The foreigners are so terrible. They nailed their gods to the cross. They can't transcend... they can't transcend..."

The old man rolled his eyes and was too lazy to explain to the monk. Xia Liuhong next to him was also a little confused, "It seems that there is no such thing as advocating excellence in the West. After all, how can you act as a crucified god?"

"Most of these guards died in the back alley, which means they were retreating at that time... Let's go to the dock!" Duan Muxiang got up and ran outside. The three of them hurriedly followed. Even though the monk was carrying someone on his back, he was very fast. Surprisingly, she was no slower than Duan Muxiang, and she even seemed to be giving in to him.

Duan Muxiang looked a little envious. It seemed that he really had to think of a way to learn advanced Qinggong. Originally, he wanted to do it through Fu Qingmiao's channels, but now because of the Li family's affairs, he really couldn't speak out for a while. .

But if you do it yourself, your options are limited. It either requires a lot of effort or takes a lot of time, which is not cost-effective.

Duanmuxiang is actually not particularly good at tracing traces, but based on his past life experience, he inferred that now the government forces represented by Nalan Yuanshu are hunting down Sun Wen and others, so he would not be able to live in Guangzhou. The soil is gone, and the choice he can make should be to leave for Hong Kong by boat like he did in his previous life. Then there will definitely be no problem in going to the pier.

The facts were not much different from what he expected, but what was different from quietly escaping in the previous life was that this time it was too exaggerated.

The closer you get to the dock, the clearer the sound of the battle becomes. There is the crisp sound of swords clashing, and the roar of bullets and firearms. A group of strong men holding steel knives mingled with the Qing soldiers. None of them were The strong physique is completely different from the weak physique of the Qing soldiers, so there are often seven or eight Qing soldiers surrounding a strong man to fight but they are still in a stalemate.Of course, Nalan Yuanshu also had some powerful cronies under his command, and now they were the most influential. There were seven or eight of them who even entangled Huang Feihong and couldn't get rid of them for a while.

Duan Muxiang frowned, and he judged the situation within three seconds of watching the battle. Huang Feihong was not in danger, and those elite soldiers were not enough for him to fight. They were almost all relying on their bravery and fearlessness of death, and Huang Feihong was not afraid of death. This led to a stalemate. .

In comparison, Nalan Yuanshu was a bit troublesome. He blocked the boarding trestle with a stick and a gun. The trestle was made of iron plates and chains, and was only wide enough for two people to pass. Lan Yuanshu said that no one could easily get on the bridge.

"I said, why are you bothering with this? What about you, come down, why are you stuck here if you don't want to get on the boat?"

Duan Muxiang jumped up and stood in front of Sun Wen. Nalan Yuanshu understood something immediately when he saw him arrive, "Jiugong Zhenren failed?"

"Does it make any difference whether you fail or not? You picked the British Embassy!"

Nalan Yuanshu's face instantly darkened, and he said coldly: "This is an order from above. Someone will naturally explain it to the foreigners later."

"Understood, you are ready to die, right? What about your family?" Duan Muxiang said funnyly: "I heard that your Qing court has some crimes that require the whole family to be executed. You don't have an eighty-year-old mother and a family waiting to be fed. The baby?"

Nalan Yuanshu looked a little embarrassed. This word sounded familiar. In the past, when interrogating prisoners, he often encountered people crying like this, but now it sounded a bit unpleasant.

"Don't speak? It doesn't matter if you don't speak. Anyway, I'll just beat you down. Oh, by the way, I'll try to be as gentle as possible so that you can stay useful and go home to settle down, so that they won't have bad luck with you. "

Duan Muxiang felt that he had done his best. He had nothing to do with Nalan Yuanshu, and he had nothing against people with different stances.

Clang!Hoo ho ho!

The sword blade was unsheathed, the shadow of the stick roared, and the two parties were fighting each other. Duan Muxiang was a little surprised when they fought. He originally thought that Nalan Yuanshu could be defeated with a few moves, but he found that this man actually had the will of a stick!

Yes, it is a very low-end stick intention, which seems to be very elementary, far inferior to his sword intention of combining two swords, but even if it is elementary, it is still a stick intention, and it was unable to defeat him on this narrow plank road for a while.

It was interesting. Duanmuxiang began to slowly understand the opponent's stick skills. The stick skills were ordinary, just the four common stick skills in the world.

But once a warrior integrates life into martial arts, it is easy to form his own will. Even if the martial arts itself is not very good, once it is mixed with will, it will become infinitely powerful.

It's just that warriors also pay attention to practice after all. You can use your mind when your realm is low, but it will never be able to display the power of your mind.Either the body will collapse, or the mind will be cut in half, but Nalan Yuanshu's stick mind is different.

It's very complete, but it's also very weak, so weak that even Duanmuxiang is speechless!
I have never seen such a weak character. I think Xia Liuhong could suppress him when she played Mu Guiying.

"Come on, let's find a place out of the way and let me take a look at your interesting stick skills."

Duanmuxiang swung his swords and began to exert force in three directions. Nalan Yuanshu was immediately at a loss. Hehe, it turns out that his Qinggong was just average!

The sword intention of the two swords combined was stronger than the stick intention. Nalan Yuanshu was at a disadvantage after a few moves and had to jump up and cross the chain.

However, this scene was already expected by Duan Muxiang. A meteor hammer suddenly shot out from his cuff and wrapped around his ankle. He shook his arm hard and threw him onto the shore.

"Yixian, you get on the boat and leave first. Leave matters on shore to me and Feihong!"

When Sun Wen saw this, he immediately led more than a dozen people to the boat one after another. Duan Muxiang looked around casually. It was obvious that these people were the people Sun Wen had contacted to prepare for the uprising. Although they all looked thin, their eyes were burning. Generate light.

The cargo ship began to weigh anchor. Duan Muxiang stood in front of Nalan Yuanshu. Seeing that the other person seemed to have completely let go of something in his eyes, he couldn't help but smile: "What? Envy? You can also choose this way!"

Nalan Yuanshu shook his head and put the stick aside, "I am a banner man. My father taught me since I was a child to serve the country. I also taught my son the same way. Everything about me has been bound to this decadent dynasty. No, I don’t have that choice.”

Duan Muxiang denied it with disdain, "A person's martial arts will cannot tell lies. Your will is very weak but surprisingly complete. It is your last persistence and loyalty to this country. You see, it is already so weak. Vulnerable. But... just now, you made a decision. Your mind became comfortable and smooth, you figured it out, and your mind changed. Come on, use your newly understood mind to fight with me. , let it out happily, and get to know yourself again, and then you will strengthen your beliefs and know what to do."

Duan Muxiang is not just talking this time. Two lifetimes of combat experience have given him a rich understanding of these. Facing Nalan Yuanshu, Huang Feihong and others, he was shocked. How come the martial arts masters of this era are like a Are all of them so aware?
On the other side, Nalan Yuanshu only hesitated for a moment and threw away the stick. He took off his long white cloth belt, waved it into the sea water, then lifted the twist, and a cloth stick was already taking shape in his hand...

(End of this chapter)