The first thousand five hundred and ninety-five chapters seize the stronghold
After sending Gongsun Sheng away, Linshan sent someone to call Lu Zhishen and said, "Brother, I want to ask you to go to Liangshanshuibo to be the leader of a village. I wonder if you are willing?"
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What other evil ideas does third brother have?"
Lu Zhishen asked with a laugh.
Lin Shanjiang told Lu Zhishen what he had told Gongsun Sheng before, and then said: "Brother, originally it was most appropriate for the second brother to do this, but now that my wife is around, it is inconvenient for the second brother.
So I can only work hard, brother."
"Then according to your wishes, will the position of the leader of the village be given to King Chao Tian from now on, or will the Sa family take it on themselves?"
Lu Zhishen asked.
"Shoot the first bird!"
Lin Shan said slowly.
Lu Zhishen looked reckless, but in fact he was a thoughtful and wise man, otherwise he would not have become a great monk in the future.
So when he heard Lin Shan's words, he immediately understood what he meant, nodded and said, "I understand.
When will the Sa family leave?"
"I'll go with my eldest brother tomorrow."
Lin Shan said with a smile.
"If my wise brother steps forward, Shuibo Xiaozhai will be captured easily."
Lu Zhishen laughed loudly.
"Brother, go back and make preparations first, and then choose some available people to accompany you up the mountain."
Linshan Road.
"Okay, the Sa family knows."
Lu Zhishen touched his bald head and left first.
Lin Shan called Wu Song again and asked him to lead the Flying Tigers to sneak in first tonight.
This was both a practical exercise and Lin Shan's assessment of the Flying Tigers' training results during this period.
In fact, there are really no good people on Liangshan Mountain now, and the few leaders are also incompetent. If he wants to take down this village without any blood, Lin Shan can do it himself.
Letting Lu Zhishen take action would be a bit troublesome.
After all, although Lu Zhishen is powerful, he is still far behind Lin Shan's magical powers.
The most important thing is Lin Shan's abilities, many of which are elusive and invisible.
Lu Zhishen, on the other hand, had a head-on confrontation with gongs and drums. Besides, there were a lot of minions in Liangshanshui, so it would be very troublesome to fight face to face.
But Lin Shan had to let Lu Zhishen come forward.
In the future, if the great monk wants to occupy a place for him in Shuibo Liangshan, he must gain a reputation so that he can gain a foothold in the village. This is also what Linshan has planned in advance.
After issuing the order, late that night, the Flying Tigers swam to Liangshan.
They broke into pieces, avoided the eyes and ears of Liangshan, sneaked in quietly, and hid in the dense forest, waiting for Linshan's next order.
The next day, Lin Shan accompanied Lu Zhishen and more than a hundred experts to Liangshan.
With Linshan's flying swords opening the way, they were almost invincible. Liangshan's minions were defeated in the first battle and were easily attacked on the mountain.
At this time, Wang Lun, a scholar in white, and the other two leaders, Du Qian and Song Wan, were standing in the hall with solemn expressions. There were hundreds of minions surrounding them and outside the hall.
But without a real warrior, there is no way he can withstand Lin Shan's number 100.
As for the minions at the bottom of the mountain, some were dead, injured, or pretending to be dead. At this time, they all had no intention of fighting. They just wanted to wait and get over and see the situation.
These people are inherently bullies. Before they were forced to go to Liangshan, they were all idle people. It was okay to fight with the wind and bully others, but it was not enough to face the attack of the Flying Tigers.
"Mr. Feijian, you and I have no grievances in the past and have no enmity in recent times. We are also living in this eight hundred miles of water. We are neighbors. How can we get into such a quarrel?"
Wang Lun asked, holding a folding fan and standing behind a group of people pretending to be calm.
Lin Shan glanced at Wang Lun, smiled slightly and said nothing.
At this time, Lu Zhishen carried his sixty-two-pound water-milled iron Zen staff, stepped forward and said with a finger: "Wang Lun! The Sa family is here to challenge you today. If the Sa family wins, Liangshan will belong to the Sa family. If you lose,
, Sajia will lead your horse and put it on the pedal, do you dare to challenge?"
Wang Lun's heart immediately jumped. The great monk spoke with such a loud voice that he felt panicked.
Moreover, he had also gotten to know Lu Zhishen, and knew about his deeds of punching Guanxi and uprooting weeping willows. If he dared to challenge him, he would not be seeking death.
But in front of so many brothers, if he gives in, he will no longer need to be the leader of the stronghold.
At this time, Du Qian cupped his hands and said, "I have heard of Hua Monk Lu Zhishen's reputation, but he is not a bully. Our leader is a scholar. If you compete with him, won't you cost his life?"
"Stop talking nonsense! You are a bunch of birds, taking advantage of the strength of your numbers to rob the people in the fish and meat village. The Sa family has long been disgusted with it.
Today the Sa family will also let you taste the feeling of being bullied! You! You! And you! The three of you will come together! As long as you defeat the Sa family, the Sa family will spare your lives!"
Lu Zhishen glared, pointed at the three leaders with his Zen staff and shouted sternly.
Wang Lun looked ugly, and Du Qian and Song Wan were also uneasy. They knew the reputation of Monk Hua and their own abilities. They were no match for them. Even if the three brothers went together, they would be looking for death.
What's more, there is an even more powerful Mr. Feijian, watching eagerly from the side.
At this moment, these three leaders looked at me and I looked at you, not to mention how embarrassed they were.
"Brothers, come together! It's me and no one else today! Let's fight!"
Wang Lun didn't know why he was so angry, but he suddenly gritted his teeth and gave an order.
But the next moment, the Flying Tigers suddenly appeared from around them, each holding a crossbow, and surrounded these people.
Wang Lun immediately looked shocked. Before he could continue to speak, the Flying Tigers shouted angrily: "Put down your weapons, disarm and do not kill!"
"Put down your weapons, disarm and do not kill!"
After several loud shouts, some of the minions finally threw away their weapons under the threat of crossbows.
And with the first one, there were the second and the third, more and more people dropped their weapons, and finally only the three leaders in the hall and more than twenty confidants around him were left.
"Three orders, or you will die if you don't disarm!"
At this time, the great monk suddenly took a step forward and slammed the Zen staff to the ground with a bang. It shattered the bluestone directly and the Zen staff was even three-quarters of the way into the ground.
Such power was truly rare in the world, and Wang Lun was so frightened that he peed his pants.
"Bang!"
A big knife fell to the ground. I don't know whether he was frightened or gave in.
Immediately after the clang, clang, clang, clang, the remaining twenty or so people also threw down their weapons. Even Du Qian and Song Wan also threw away their weapons and bowed their heads.
"You little bird! What qualifications do you have to be the village leader with this little courage?"
The great monk roared and ran away. With a wave of his Zen staff, Wang Lun's big head was cut off directly. Before he died, his eyes were still open, and his expression was a bit abrupt. He would not die until he died.