Chapter 129 The rain is getting more and more frequent, and the battle is still in full swing
The rain in mid-spring falls a little persistently. In the dim night, if you are not a person with excellent Taoist skills, it is difficult to see things clearly, let alone struggle.
With his increasingly keen six senses, Yang Zhaoxi could naturally see clearly:
Tu Liangshan, who had not been seen for several years, was only wearing a half-arm shirt and a long robe. He had hideous scars on his face and arms, and his body was full of muscles. He was so majestic and terrifying. I don’t know what he has experienced in these years, and why he got involved with monsters.
together.
Tu Liangshan casually punched the bad guard in front of him and knocked him away. Half of his face was stained red by the blood that spattered.
He licked the corner of his mouth greedily and glanced over with bloodthirsty eyes: "Chong Lingzi, you should be lucky that you will die in front of the girls in Linjiguan... Because if you don't die, you will see them one by one with your own eyes.
, how can I play with you until you die! Hahahaha~"
Yang Chaoxi laughed angrily: "Tu Liangshan, I haven't seen you for five years, and your skills have improved a lot. I'm coming here tonight to help you eliminate the roots!" He kicked the Japanese warrior at his feet, "This fellow Taoist just replaced me.
You've tried it, it hurts a little, just bear with it and it'll get better."
Zhuo Songtao was helping the old beggar raid the formation, and happened to hear the conversation between the two at this time, and couldn't help laughing.
Tu Liangshan's face darkened, and he became even more ferocious than usual: "Looking for death!"
After saying that, he waved his fists again and attacked Yang Chaoxi. "Qiang, Qiang" several times, he actually withstood the blow of Xuantong Sword with his bare hands!
Yang Chaoxi was secretly shocked at first, but after taking a closer look, his expression became clear: Tu Liangshan was wearing a pair of new finger tigers. The finger tigers could be bent or straightened, covering most of his fist, and were covered with spikes.
Yang Chaoxi laughed and said: "Repeated old tricks, no creativity!"
After finishing his speech, Gongsun used his sword skills, using clumsiness to match skill, and using crooked moves to make straight moves. The sword moves became simpler and the sword's intention became more rounded.
Tu Liangshan slammed Yang Chaoxi's sword moves with a few bangs, and he couldn't help but sneered: "Gongsun Xuantong is a fool! Everyone in the Taoist school knows his swordsmanship. You are even more stupid, and you still use it."
This lousy swordsmanship showdown in the street! If I don’t kill you, I’ll be sorry for my newly made weapon.”
Yang Chaoxi ignored him. He changed his sword intention and struck out with several more moves. The sword intention was wide open and closed, wild and unrestrained, fierce yet mellow. He actually flattened several of the sharp thorns on the tiger's finger.
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Yang Zhaoxi said calmly: "Who says that everyone can't use it because they know it? Some people are so ordinary, but they always have inexplicable confidence!"
Tu Liangshan stopped talking, but turned his rage into brutal killing moves, punching tightly one after the other, and the punches were coherent and airtight.
Yang Zhaoxi also put away his contempt, because he felt a touch of acquired energy in the shadow of Tu Liangshan's fists. He must have practiced some kind of skill to connect the horizontal training of fists and kicks with the practice of inner alchemy, both internally and externally.
It can be practiced at the same time! It can not only break muscles and bones, but also shatter the internal organs. It is really a set of overbearing skills!
Yang Chaoxi swung his sword in endless strokes, cutting off all the spikes on the tiger's finger.
When Tu Liangshan saw that Zhihu was dead, he went crazy. He simply threw away Zhihu and flew towards him with his bare hands.
Yang Chaoxi snorted coldly, returned the iron sword to its scabbard, and opened his fist stance to face the enemy head-on, using the "Hundred Beasts Fist" set.
For a while, the two men exchanged fists and kicks, and they were inseparable. After dozens of rounds, both of them had new injuries on their faces and bodies, but their martial arts skills were comparable.
Yang Zhaoxi retreated suddenly, and was quite surprised to see that the monk had been subdued. Looking at the surrounding monks, they were all old and virtuous Taoist priests. Their combined age was probably more than 400 years old, but they were still so capable of fighting.
, the style is not inferior to that of the past.
As for the two walking corpses of Luo Rou and the third lady of the Chen family, although they are indestructible, their attack methods are only to pounce, scratch and bite.
When Yang Chaoxi saw Yu Chiyuan, Tong Chunxi and other veteran Taoists, they always avoided their sharp edges and gradually tied up the walking corpse with a rope soaked in black dog's blood. It probably won't take long before they can surrender.
Both sides of the battle group were competing with each other, and the balance of victory was rapidly tilting towards this side. Yang Zhaoxi shouted loudly: "Brother Shang, Brother Zhuo, how about we join forces to control Tu Liangshan?"
After two cheerful responses, there was a Taoist priest on each side of Yang Chaoxi. The three of them smiled in unison and attacked Tu Liang Mountain at the same time.
Tu Liangshan said angrily: "Shuzi! You don't abide by the rules of the world! Shameless!"
Yang Zhaoxi kept his hands on his hands and said jokingly: "Today is about eradicating gangsters and eliminating evil, and it is not about fighting. What are the rules of the world? Senior Brother Shang, your Seizing Fist is not kind... Why do you keep kicking people in the bottom... Zhuo
Senior brother, hitting someone without slapping someone in the face is too much! Haha!"
Shang Sizuo and Zhuo Songtao couldn't help but glance at him sideways after hearing what he said. The strength of the Duoshang Fist and Zhuojia Fist in their hands soared, leaving Tu Liangshan almost unable to fight back.
After Yang Zhaoxi finished a set of "Hundred Beasts Fist", he was still not satisfied, so he used the "One Step" of the "Nine Fighting Styles". One kick hit the lifeblood of Tu Liangshan, and he was instantly beaten, fulfilling his promise of "eliminating the roots" just now.
Tu Liangshan screamed and jumped up more than ten feet. When he fell down again, he was unconscious. He was tied up with ropes by Yang Chaoxi and others and handed over to Zhang Wuhou.
Yang Chaoxi had just had a moment to catch his breath when a black shadow flashed past, flew up the wall, and headed straight for the big man with golden eyes.
The big man with golden eyes, who was sitting under the wall watching his defeat, but remained calm, showed a trace of panic at this moment. He panicked without panic, and after a while he chanted a spell and then turned around to escape. The black shadow did not stop and pursued him.
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Under the square wall was the body of Luo Rourou, the third lady of the Chen family, with a red light in her eyes. Just two muffled sounds of "Bang! Bang!" were heard, and the rope soaked in the blood of the black dog was broken. The two walking corpses escaped.
He was freed from the restraints and ran towards the direction where the golden-eyed man escaped.
Just as she was about to cross the wall, a nine-foot-long Zen staff hit the third lady of the Chen family on the waist, shaking out a faint gray air. The third lady of the Chen family sluggishly fell down the wall and was snatched by several monks.
He went up, covered him with a cassock, and tied him with a fishing net.
The fishing net is called "Yunluo Tianwang", which is a magical weapon of liberation. The net is covered with small golden pestles for subduing demons, which are valuable and have boundless magical power.
Luo Rou's body crossed the square wall and disappeared instantly. Yuan Yizi Tong Chunxi was overwhelmed with grief and was about to call for people to chase him when he saw another figure crossing the square wall and chased after him.
At this time, Zhuo Songtao had come closer, clasping his fists and saying: "Master Tong, Junior Brother Yang has already chased me, and I will not let Junior Sister Luo escape. Please be at ease and take a look at the injuries of senior Feng Yizi and Xue Yizi first.
That’s more important.”
Tong Chunxi nodded and was about to leave when he heard Zhang Wuhou's bad guards quarreling with the monks who came across under the wall of the square over there, trying to fight for the ownership of the third lady of the Chen family. Yuchiyuan and several old Taoist priests had already
He hurried over and held the frame dutifully.
Tong Chunxi shook his head, showing no interest in such a dispute, so he and Zhuo Songtao returned to Wuhoupu: The junior sister who had been sent back there to take care of her injuries was what she cared about most now. After all, the deceased had already passed away.
After passing away, the living should cherish themselves.
The rain at night was getting heavier, and it fell like a cathartic force. It crackled and made countless blisters on the water-logged streets.
The water bubbles couldn't last for half a breath before they burst, and then new ones appeared, burst, emerged, burst... just like all living beings in the world, with a glimmer of light.
Only then did Yang Chaoxi realize the beauty of "crossing the river with a reed". Running through the streets with rainwater flowing across it, his feet were not slippery and he could turn quickly. He was actually faster and more stable than riding a horse. After half a stick of incense, he caught up.
He found the bodies of the golden-eyed man and Luo Rou.
The black shadow just now had already blocked the two of them, forming a pincer attack with Yang Zhaoxi.
Yang Zhaoxi reopened his eyes and saw dozens of ghosts entwining around the golden-eyed man. They were densely packed and terrifying. There was also a ghost hidden inside Luo Rou's body, but it was larger than the other ghosts.
many.
Thinking of the allusion of "working for the tiger", we can basically conclude that this golden-eyed man is a tiger monster, but we don't know which one is stronger and weaker compared with a fox monster like Liu Xiaomu, who has practiced Taoism for nearly six hundred years.
The black figure in the distance suddenly grinned and smiled coldly: "Monster, you kill innocent people indiscriminately, store ghost souls for yourself, and use black magic to force ghosts to cause chaos. You have broken the laws of the three realms. Come with me to the underworld to obey the law!"
Yang Zhaoxi was attracted by the sound and looked carefully at the black shadow, but it was Zhong Jiudao whom he had just met last night.
The big man with golden eyes trembled slightly, but still said forcefully: "Who are you? You want to interfere with my demon tribe's business! You are seeking death!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards Yang Chaoxi. Luo Rou's body followed the tiger demon like a shadow.
"You're just an incarnation, how dare you make such a noise here!" Zhong Jiudao sneered, and he slowly took out a bronze mirror that was larger than a palm, and shined it at the escaping man with golden eyes.
I saw a beam of golden light shot out, instantly covering the golden-eyed man. The golden-eyed man stopped and ran endlessly. However, his body quickly became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a light spot, covered by copper.
The mirror absorbs it.
The dozens of ghosts clinging to the golden-eyed man dispersed in a flurry and fled in all directions.
Zhong Jiudao quickly drew closer, and instantly drew dozens of black shadows in the air, catching all the ghosts. He then pulled out a transparent rope and tied up the legs of the ghosts, as if they were in a bundle.
Like firewood, he carried it behind his back.
At the same time, in the north of Jizhou, among the rugged mountains, there was a battle line like a long dragon, crouching on the towering ridges.
A big man with golden eyes sat cross-legged on the beacon tower of the city. The black energy that filled his body suddenly stagnated and then dissipated. The big man with golden eyes shouted loudly: "Who are you? How dare you accept my incarnation!
That’s unreasonable!”
The loud shouting resounded through the mountains and spread far away, making all the beasts walking at night tremble...
As soon as the tiger demon clone was taken away, Luo Rou's body fell into the stagnant water. A demon squatted next to it and looked at the body, its shoulders trembling, looking pitiful.
Yang Zhaoxi woke up from the shock and sluggishness, and bravely approached the ghost. When she got closer, she could vaguely see the face of the ghost, which was exactly the same as Luo Rou!
Yang Zhaoxi suddenly realized that this was Luo Rou's ghost. She had been possessed by the tiger demon and turned into a ghost before, and she must have been unable to control it. Looking at the corpse and ghost, thinking of what happened to her before her death, she couldn't help but feel sad.
Just as he was about to reach over and pat her shoulder, he heard Zhong Jiudao shout: "There is a difference between yin and yang, don't let strangers come near you! If you don't want her to transform into a zombie again, then stop!"
Yang Zhaoxi had no choice but to retract her hand angrily.
Luo Rou's ghost seemed to have noticed it, and she slowly raised her head and looked at Zhong Jiudao, with a look of fear on her face. Her lips opened and closed, and a faint voice sounded: "Ghost mission... Sir... spare my life..."
Zhong Jiudao had no expression on his face. He grabbed Yinhun's ankle and stuffed it into his mouth. Yang Chaoxi exclaimed: "Stop! Let her go!"
The ghost's face was also pale, and he screamed again and again. There was not only fear in his screams, but also nostalgia for this ruthless world.
Zhong Jiudao stopped, turned his head, and smiled uglier than crying: "Give me a reason."
The ghost's body hangs upside down, with no clothes on its body, struggling endlessly.
Yang Chaoxi sighed, pondered for a moment and said: "Senior Zhong, you are also the soul of a person who died in vain. You should understand the resentment in her heart best. We who practice Taoism and pursue immortality are just another form of greed for life and fear of death. What happened to her
If you do evil deeds until you die, your attachment to your life will be greater than those of the same way!
My mother has taught me since I was a child that there are many people with evil intentions in the world, but there are very few ghosts who do evil. If she was just driven by a monster and did not cause any harm, please have a kind thought, Senior Zhong, and never prevent her from reincarnation.
the road!"
Zhong Jiudao was silent for a long time. There seemed to be crystal ooze in his eyes. He coughed a few times and then said: "Little Taoist priest, I admit that I was moved by your mother's words... It's just that she can't enter reincarnation and has to be detained back to the Nine Netherworld Palace."
, the decision can only be made after the three halls will interrogate. I will sell you a thin face today and keep the soul in my mouth."
Yang Chaoxi understood that given Zhong Jiudao's upright character, these words were already the biggest concession, so he bowed his hands respectfully and said: "Xiao Dao, thank you, Senior Zhong! From now on, I am willing to create a shrine for you and worship you for a long time."
Never stop!”
Zhong Jiudao nodded: "I am the judge of the Department of Punishing Evils in the Nine Netherworld. You must have guessed my real name. But the ghosts of the Hades walk around the world without showing their whereabouts or calling me by my real name. Therefore, when you and I meet, please don't do it.
Mention it to others. Remember!”
After Zhong Jiudao finished speaking, his figure quickly faded away until it disappeared, leaving only his words still echoing in his ears.
Yang Zhaoxi was stunned for a long time, savoring the meaning of his words, but couldn't think of the reason. She could only shake her head and focus on Luo Rou's body again.
With the help of his keen six senses, Yang Zhaoxi looked at Luo Rou's body:
The face, neck, arms, legs... the traces of the brutal abuse during his lifetime are vaguely visible. The long hair is messy, with grass blades and mud stuck in it, and broken undershirts, skirts, waist skirts, etc. are tied randomly around the body.
A patch of bruised skin was exposed, covered with rain, and looked very desolate.
Yang Zhaoxi stood up, raised her hands and saluted: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Luo."
After saying that, he leaned down and put on her gauze, short underpants, short hakama, long gown, long hakama and other clothes one by one. He also took off his soaked undergarment, wrung it out, and wrapped it around her.
superior.
Then he stretched out his palm, brushed her eyes, and gently closed her eyes that refused to close. Then he slowly picked her up and walked towards Zeshanfang with relief through the rain on the street.
If his memory is correct, this is the first time he has faced separation between life and death. A woman he once knew, after encountering almost the most humiliating and cruel treatment, died with hatred and never closed her eyes. Giving him an already sad state of mind, it also made him feel sad.
Cast a shadow.
When we rushed back to Zeshanfang, the fate of the third young lady of the Chen family had already been settled.
Zhang Wuhou had the upper hand, and with the support of Yu Chiyuan and other Taoist priests, plus many of the bad guards and Taoist priests who participated in the operation were injured, the monks who intervened halfway gave up the idea of cutting off the Hu.
I ask Zhang Wuhou to report tomorrow and mention the reinforcements of the Buddhist monks, so that they can build another good relationship with Henan Yin and Chen Shaoyin.
Yang Chaoxi brought Luo Rou's body back to Tong Chunxi and others, and could not help but shed many tears. Zhang Wuhou apologized with a slight embarrassment, and went out with an excuse, not daring to look at Xu Meixiang's sharp eyes again.
Zhang Wuhou left the room where Tong Chunxi and other female family members were staying, and went straight to the main hall where a group of Taoists were staying. Injured Taoist priests and bad guards were sitting or lying down, almost crowding the entire main hall.
Under the guidance of the old beggar, some unscrupulous guards applied bandages to stop the bleeding. For those who were bitten by a female corpse, they sprinkled crushed glutinous rice on the bite wound and repeated it many times before gradually removing the poison.
Lose.
Zhang Wuhou looked around carefully and found that most of the injured were minor injuries, and the seriously injured were no more than the size of a palm. There were no people who were martyred in the line of duty. The heaviness in his heart was relieved a lot. Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a sound coming from the corner of the lobby.
The sound of quarrels.
Zhang Wuhou turned around and saw the old beggar staring coldly at a Taoist: "Qu Bingyu, I haven't seen you for many years. My martial arts has not improved much, but my temper is getting worse and worse! Old beggar, I am here to treat your apprentice's injury, don't you?"
Even though you are grateful, you actually say bad things to me! Do you think I can’t beat you..."
Qu Bingyu, as the master of Tongxuan Temple, could not stand up when he was scolded in public by a junior disciple who was expelled from the temple. He became more and more angry: "Long Zaitian! You are a person who violates the precepts, what qualifications do you have to criticize me! You
What’s the purpose of tearing open my disciple’s wound..."