Chapter 55 My Lady, My Magical Skills Seem to Be Gone
"You can't afford a sneak attack!"
"I, I didn't~" Ma Bashan felt terrified as he watched the demons staring at the couple.
"You said no, you nailed such a big monkey to the wall." Mr. Folding Fan rolled his eyes at Ma Bashan, and began to think about how to take action. The other party seemed to have a second thought, and the information was not very accurate.
"My brother is an orangutan, but you carry a book cage to pretend to be a scholar, and you can't even tell the species apart." The monkey at Ameishan Mountain focused on something different at this time.
"Book cage?" Mr. Folding Fan sneered and tapped the cage with his fan: "Open it and let them see the big ghost in the cage."
The big-blushed boy grinned and placed the box on the table, ready to open it.
"Bang~"
The spear was automatically pulled out from the wall, smashing the cage into pieces. As soon as the big ghost inside showed a ferocious expression, it evaporated and disappeared.
"Listen to me." Ma Bashan looked at the obviously angry folding fan scholar and planned to explain a few words.
But now, it seems that no one is willing to listen to what he has to say. They are all so evil that they start to take action.
The originally spacious inn lobby began to become cramped due to the fighting.
The iron gun went crazy, jumping up and down, destroying everything wherever the cold light flashed.
Su Fei secretly controlled the iron gun to destroy the demon and felt happy.
The iron gun stabbed the heavy wooden table to pieces, causing the demons to dodge in panic, until the iron gun smashed through the roof and pillars, causing the entire roof to collapse, causing the demons to avoid and escape from the house.
Many people who had no time to escape were directly trapped inside.
What was once an inn turned into ruins in an instant.
The two shuttle escorts stood still and held each other's hands. At this time, they were shuddered by the cold wind.
"Madam, I'm a little scared." Ma Bashan looked at the iron gun that was busy killing demons automatically. The sound of popping kept coming, and the crisp sound of breaking bones could occasionally be heard.
It was really hard for him to say that the gun was indeed his, but he didn't control it at all.
However, my mind changed and I realized that this was better than being caught by evil spirits. It not only saved the lives of the couple, but also saved the goods this time.
The broken wood and tiles were settled, and on a snowy night, the ground was covered with evil corpses, none of them alive.
The monkeys on the Evil Plum Mountain, the evil cultivators in the Mingmen Pavilion, and the bear monsters in the Yefeng Cave are all full of holes.
They were unwilling to die, and their expressions were full of humiliation. They were all strong monsters with some abilities, but before they had time to show off, they were stabbed by iron spears continuously.
"My husband, it seems that everyone is dead," Wang Qiuxue said, "Let's leave quickly."
"Wait a minute, I have to talk to my gun and ask if it's enough." Ma Bashan looked at the iron gun stuck on the ground, feeling uneasy.
When the two were about to communicate with the magic weapon, they found that the stranger who had spoken for them before was walking away on the snowy night, his back gradually disappearing into the snow.
"That guy looks weird."
After finding Lao Donkey, the two shuttle escorts continued on their way.
Not even two days passed.
Then we came to Bafeng Ridge.
The wind here is irregular, blowing randomly from southeast to northwest. There is snow on the ground. The two sides are empty. Only two high mountains stand in front. One of the gorges seems to have been cut open by a magic sword.
Ma Bashan and his wife were silent along the way. They planned to finish this ridiculous escort trip and really change their career.
They were originally delivering goods to nearby villages in Taoyuan County, so they were no longer considered an escort agency.
If it weren't for a lot of money, it would be impossible to travel long distances.
County government work is indeed high risk.
Snow keeps falling in the sky, making it difficult for people to see far.
"It looks like someone is blocking the road ahead, so be careful." Ma Bashan ran back from the front, picked up his weapon, and led the donkey slowly.
Sure enough, as we approached the mouth of the canyon, the wind became much lighter because it was blocked by the mountains, but the snow still didn't stop.
An old monk was sitting cross-legged and eyes closed in the middle of the road. His bright yellow cassock was particularly eye-catching. There was a tin staff standing next to him. Not even a speck of snow had fallen on his body, and the wind seemed to be blowing around him.
"Let's go around and don't look at him." Ma Bashan spoke to his wife in a low voice.
So the donkey cart bypassed the old monk and continued moving forward.
It turned out that everything was fine.
But after walking a little distance, something fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground, scattering snow all over the ground, making things even harder to see.
When the wind and snow returned to normal, the two shuttle escorts saw another monk, wearing black cassocks, younger than the one they met before, standing there, blocking their way.
"Amitabha, Brother Mengkai, how come you let me go?" The black-cassocked monk looked slightly unhappy and spoke with his breath.
After hearing this, the monk who was sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, shook his head, and muttered: "Amitabha, I'm asleep, I'm asleep. It's such a cold day, I'm really sleepy."
The old monk stood up and looked towards Maba Mountain.
Just the awe-inspiring gaze shook the man's mind.
"Two eminent monks, we are from the Taoyuan County Shuttle Escort Agency. We just disturbed the eminent monk in his sleep. I'm sorry." Ma Bashan tried to communicate with others in a gentle way.
He really didn't want to argue with anyone. Once the atmosphere got too high, his iron gun would kill people uncontrollably. The monk was not a demon. If someone really killed someone, he would have nightmares in the future.
"Amitabha, an apology is not just a matter of saying a few words." The black-cassocked monk's tone was not very good and his voice was a bit loud.
Ma Bashan hurriedly put his right index finger to his lips and signaled the other party to lower his voice: "Senior monk, please lower your voice. My weapon is not very tempered."
The black cassock monk was obviously stunned for a moment: "He is threatening me. How dare you threaten me, my little bodyguard?"
Ma Bashan's sincerity was not understood by the irritable monk. The other party shook his black cassock and the wind and snow dispersed, showing extraordinary aura.
Just from this action, it can be seen that the monk is a practitioner and has good spiritual energy in his body, while Ma Bashan, who is good at fists and kicks, can only rely on the free use of his iron spear. The victory or defeat depends entirely on the mood of the weapon.
"Two eminent monks, don't blame me, Mr. Ma, for not warning you. This gun is extremely murderous. Once I get angry, I have to hide myself," Ma Bashan said. "If you two want to beg for alms, I'm still here."
There is no need to rob some cakes."
This is probably the first time the monk has encountered this kind of provocation.
The yellow-cassocked monk never spoke and kept yawning. The black-cassocked monk became impatient: "Stop pretending to be stupid. We brothers and sisters have a house full of gold and silver. How many pancakes do you need?"
"By handing over the calligraphy beads, you are destined to be with me. After I kill you, I will save you."
After the monk finished speaking, the black cassock emitted black energy, which contrasted sharply with the white snow in the sky.
When Ma Bashan heard that the other party wanted to rob the escort, he knew that the person who came was not good and his purpose was obvious. He must not be a serious monk.
"Watch the gun."
The magic gun was a little red, and it was pointed directly at the black-cassocked monk.
The monk was taken aback, and the terrifying iron gun seemed to be very quiet, not as violent as described.
After several consecutive clicks and a set of shooting skills, the scene became more and more embarrassing, and nothing happened anymore.
"Madam, my magic power seems to be gone." Ma Bashan began to panic.
At this time.
The monk in black cassock suddenly lost his eyesight and looked towards the far side of the road.
The monk in yellow cassock also sensed something and turned around to look.
"Fellow Taoist, stop here." said the monk Huang Kashang.
"Send your name." The black-cassocked monk's attitude remained the same.
A Taoist priest wearing a bamboo hat came over.
Standing in the wind and snow in the distance, I slowly took off my bamboo hat and threw it into the snow.
"Lingxian watches Su Fei and sends you two on your way."