Dart Master

Chapter 167
Such a tyrannical god of war is in Murong's family, and he is the eldest son, and he has to live under his younger brother Murong Yu. One can imagine how powerful Murong Yu, who is known as a genius of Taoism, is, and he doesn't know how many Cao Sans there are in Taoism. , Murong Yu, and Yan Donglou are young masters of the generation.

The moment the blood arrow exploded, the blood mist instantly filled the air, blocking Murong Zhan's sight, Ziyi reached out from an old house in the alley and pulled the leader of the golden mace in, and Shaotian met him and ran away according to the route I temporarily set up.

The duck in my hand flew away, Murong Zhan was so angry that he rushed out of the blood fog, and in the direction I hid, a golden ring flew towards me.

It was so powerful, the golden ring was shining with light of thunder and lightning, obviously it was a high-quality magic weapon that had been blessed by an expert.

I quickly turned into an arrow and shot, boom!The blood arrow and the golden ring collided dreamily in the air, the blood arrow exploded immediately, but it only deviated by an inch and hit me heavily on the shoulder.

Ah!
I groaned in pain and fell from the eaves almost being smashed. The longbow was almost out of my hands. Murong Zhan's strength was too strong, especially when he was angry.

I gritted my teeth and shot a few more bloody arrows, Murong Zhan was injured by me because of his domineering body, and he couldn't understand my body, afraid of an ambush, he didn't dare to chase deeply.

I pressed my shoulders and retreated cautiously.

Ziyi and I gathered in a remote old house, the head of the golden mace was seriously injured, and Shaotian was a little exhausted after carrying it all the way.

Seeing me, Ziyi saw that my face was pale, pressed his right shoulder, and asked anxiously, "No injury, are you injured?"

I nodded, "A little injury, it's okay."

Murong Zhan became famous when he swept Xichuan with his father Murong Bei when he was a teenager. He has experienced countless big and small battles in his life. Although he is still young, he is actually very experienced in cultivation.

Although my talent is astonishing, my cultivation base and combat experience have greatly increased in a short period of time, but compared with Murong Zhan, who has been tempered and honed, I am still far from enough. Being able to shoot his super-heavy body is already very remarkable.

Murong Zhan's pursuers were everywhere outside. Although the golden mace killer was seriously injured, he was still conscious. His face scarf had fallen off. It was the strong man selling candied haws.

I felt for his pulse, and it was obvious that he suffered serious internal injuries, probably from the shock of Murong Zhan's domineering supernatural power.

"Brother, to the north, there is a Temple of Mercy. As long as I get there, someone will meet me." The strong man spat out blood and panted.

"go!"

Taking advantage of the fact that Shizi Town is still in a panic and Murong Zhan's guards have not closed the city, I covered the strong man in the dark, and a few people sneaked out of Shizi Town and threw them into the Monk Temple to the east.

When we arrived at the temple, it was very deserted inside, and the Buddhist hall was faintly lit by candlelight.

Just as I was about to enter the temple, an old mad monk reeking of alcohol stumbled in front of me and asked, "Who are you, dare to break into the temple?"

I saw that crazy monk with long beard and eyebrows, covered in dirt and reeking of alcohol, so I didn't want to provoke him.

"Great monk, don't mess around. I'll treat you to a drink in the future. My brother is dying, so please move out of the way." I put my palms together and bowed.

The crazy monk rolled his eyes, pointed at me and said drunkenly: "You, you can go there if you want, but you have to slap me three times."

I frowned and wondered, could this monk really be a lunatic, "Master, don't be joking, why should I beat you for no reason?"

The monk grabbed my collar, "If you don't hit me, then I will hit you three times."

After finishing speaking, golden light bloomed in his hand, and he patted my chest.

The pursuers were approaching outside, and the sound of dogs barking could be vaguely heard. I thought to myself that if I didn't subdue this crazy monk, I'm afraid I'd be doomed.

At that moment, I ran along his elbow with one hand like a spirit snake, and probed his chest. Of course, I didn't intend to kill him, and I tried to avoid the vital points.

The monk was unforgiving, he grinned, his palm strength increased greatly, and a golden light spread from his chest, directly penetrating my dantian.

I was very surprised, I didn't expect this crazy monk to be a peerless master, I just felt a cold air swim through my whole body in an instant, from Tianling to Dantian, and then out of the spring, I moved instantly like an ice cube no.

"Hee hee, you brat has a lot of background, but you don't like me, old monk." The crazy monk shook his head.

"Grandpa with a big beard, take me to play, Shaotian likes to play." Shaotian saw that the crazy monk was laughing and laughing, it was very interesting, so he couldn't help but leaned closer and asked the old monk with a smile.

The old monk took a look at Shaotian, raised his head and patted him on the top of the head, and shouted: "Interesting, interesting, I didn't expect to bump into the hands of a fool like you."

After finishing speaking, he shook the long sleeves of his cassock and walked away.

"Grandpa with a big beard, bring Shaotian to play together." Shaotian was about to chase, but Bi Ziyi grabbed him.

I was baffled by the mad monk's fuss, but there is no doubt that the monk's cultivation base is unpredictable. He must have detected my blood lotus and blood veins, Shaotian's golden veins, but for some reason, he laughed again and go.

However, I don't have time to guess right now, so I went to a Buddhist monastery deep in the Zhiwang Temple with the leader of the killer on my back.

When we arrived at the entrance of the Buddhist monastery, a monk with a fat face was already waiting anxiously at the entrance of the Zen room, holding a rosary.

Seeing us, he was a little surprised, and after seeing the person on my back clearly, he exclaimed: "Amitabha, it turns out to be Benevolent Xue, please come inside."

"Master Lao Zhikong is here!"

Zhikong's fat face trembled, and he said with a slight smile: "The head of the clan usually gives a lot of alms to my temple, but now we are in trouble, and the Buddha saves all living beings, so how can we say thank you?"

Zhikong led us into the Zen courtyard, where cakes and tea had already been prepared.

"You guys rest here for a while, and tomorrow, the poor monk will send the leader out of here." Zhikong clasped his hands together, beckoning us to use it, and then walked away quickly.

As soon as the monk left, I quickly put down the leader of the golden mace and helped him calm down with one arm.

Not long after, he already had some strength, so he hastily bowed his hands and said: "If the three young masters hadn't rescued me today, I, Xue Muze, might have killed the thief in vain, and would have died in the hands of the thief instead."

"Xue Muze, could he be the leader of the famous Qinglong Gang?" Ziyi asked in surprise.

"Sigh, how dare you be so famous, since Murong's family established a foothold in Xichuan and expanded everywhere, our Azure Dragon Gang is no longer what it used to be." Xue Muze sighed.

Speaking of this, he frowned with thick eyebrows, coughed and shouted: "The Murong family father and son, like blood-sucking insects, have been exploiting everywhere since they ruled the Xichuan Taoist sect, and the taxation is extremely high for all the products produced by the Taoist sect. Now the people are already in dire straits, and they are almost forced into the secular world."

People in the Taoist sect are relatively old-fashioned. Whether they wear clothes or utensils, they are mainly good at antiquity.The places where they are located are mostly deep mountains, wild ridges, dangerous shoals and canyons, etc., which are difficult for ordinary people to reach. An ordinary ferryman, fisherman, or skilled craftsman among them rarely enters the secular world.

If he hadn't been forced to a desperate situation, the dignified leader would not have said such dejected words. This shows that the Murong family is not popular in Xichuan.

"As far as I know, your Azure Dragon Gang is one of the major incense suppliers in the Yin Division, how could you have fallen into such a situation." Ziyi asked a little puzzled.

Xue Muze shook his head annoyedly, "That's right, our Qinglong gang used to control the best spices in Xichuan, especially the raw materials of ambergris, but they were forcibly seized by the hateful Murong Zhanke. Now, brothers and I, we can't even eat enough food." If I can’t afford it, the Murong family intends to oppress us. It’s just that Murong Zhan’s cultivation is superb, and I’ve helped him to assassinate him more than a dozen times but failed, on the contrary, many brothers were killed or injured.”

"The Azure Dragon Gang is full of hot-blooded men, why doesn't Chief Xue lead his brothers to make contributions, gallop through the Taoist sect, conquer traitors, and unify Yin and Yang." I asked tentatively.

Xue Muze sighed helplessly and said: "Why don't I want to make contributions, but I have no master, and I have no strategy. I can't even defeat Murong Zhan, so how can I talk about unifying the world. Besides, Taoism is in chaos today. After the queen, there are many heroes, but without the guidance of the Lord, we are also in the dark."

In fact, in Xuanmen, there are too many hot-blooded heroes like Xue Muze. They are full of blood, but they have nowhere to turn.

Heroes come out of troubled times, and this is my chance.

(End of this chapter)