Zeng Yi already knew the martial arts of the Three Swords of Qinghai. The three of them were second-rate at most, and they were not enough of a threat to him. Faced with the swords thrust by three people at the same time, Zeng Yi did not even hide.
He drew out the Tianzi Sword and waved it casually, and the swords of the three men were broken in unison!
The three of them were shocked and said, "Dragon Slaying Knife!"
"Hmph! My strength is not good, and my eyesight is even worse!" Zeng Yi said and rushed forward. The three of them dropped the broken swords in their hands, turned around and ran, "You want to run! Have you asked me?" They stepped on the ground with their right foot.
Zeng Yi rushed towards the man who had just taken the banknote, and the flaming knife rushed over at the same time. The man hurriedly felt the hot knife energy behind him, and without thinking, he fell to the side with a flat sand falling wild goose move. Then he struggled
He got up and wanted to continue running away, but Zeng Yi had already rushed forward and put the Tianzi knife on his neck!
The other two people stared at Zeng Yi angrily from a distance, "Let our senior brother go quickly! Otherwise, when our Yu Zhen Guan army arrives, we will cut you into pieces!"
"Hmph!" Not to mention that Zeng Yi had the backing of the Jin Yiwei, even though he was alone, he was not afraid of a small and unpopular sect from Qinghai! Zeng Yi didn't bother to pay attention to those two people, looked at the person under the knife, and said: "
Do you want to live or die?"
"Misunderstanding, young hero, this is a misunderstanding!"
"Don't talk about useless things. If you want to live, keep the life money!"
When Zeng Yi's man heard what he said, he hurriedly took out the banknotes in his arms. Zeng Yi looked at them and saw that there were only three thousand taels of silver!
"You're a big sect, so you just bring this little money when you go out to fool me, right? You really think I don't know how to kill people!" Zeng Yi was actually very satisfied with three thousand taels, but he just blew it up out of habit.
Blast this guy!
Unexpectedly, this guy was really scared and said anxiously to his two junior brothers: "You two junior brothers, help me!" The two of them hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took out another thousand taels of silver notes and threw them to Zeng.
easy!
The man who was under Zeng Yi's sword also quickly said: "Young hero, we really have no money. We only have a dozen people in our small sect of Yu Zhen Guan. This is all we have. Young hero, please spare your life!"
After getting the money, Zeng Yi didn't bother to talk to the three of them. If they weren't going to Shaolin Temple, Zeng Yi would never let them go!
After letting the three people go, Zeng Yi took the boring two silver notes in his hand and laughed heartily. He didn't expect to make so much this time! This was completely a business without capital. He was even more looking forward to what would happen next! Just before he
When I was about to leave for the next location, I suddenly received a message from my boss!
"Second brother, pay attention. Today I accidentally discovered that old guy Yuan Zhen sent someone out!"
"What! How come it's so fast? I've only opened my business twice! No, I'll hurry up and make a profit!" Thinking of this, Zeng Yi quickly replied to the boss: "Boss, hurry up and follow up.
People who come to the southwest! Don’t let them really rush to the southwest!”
"Damn it, they've already set out for a long time, how can I catch up with them?"
"Damn it, it took you a long time before you informed me? Mu De delayed the matter, hurry up and set off. After the matter is completed, I will give you a share of the profits!" Then Zeng Yi quickly told the boss about his money-making, and the boss heard nothing.
Without saying anything, he went on the road to chase the people sent by Yuan Zhen!
Zeng Yi also set off quickly and followed the main road to the southwest. Chen Kun had already sent troops to inform the heroes. He was thinking that it was impossible to notify them all. In order to make money, he had to keep the southwest.
In this area, the people sent by Chen Kun to the southwest cannot be allowed to arrive no matter what!
The boss chased after him, but Zeng Yi was blocked in front. This was the safest way Zeng Yi could think of. After walking for several hours, the road was full of rugged rocks and thorns. Zeng Yi's physical strength was greatly reduced. He looked up.
The sky was getting dark, and Zeng Yi wanted to replenish his energy, so he rummaged through his backpack and discovered that after a few days out, he had very little food left!
"Damn it, there's no place like this!" Zeng Yi had no choice but to go to the nearby woods, puff on the air, and see if he could get some game! After wandering around for a while, he suddenly saw a wisp of smoke in the mountain col.
Smoke curled up from the kitchen. Zeng Yi was overjoyed: "There's a house ahead!" As he walked closer, he saw a corner of the yellow wall exposed between the big trees. It turned out to be a temple.
Arriving in front of the temple, I saw the four words "Zhongyue Temple" written on the plaque on the door. Zeng Yi picked up the door knocker and knocked three times. After a while, no one answered, so he knocked three more times. Suddenly, he heard a whisper inside the door.
A pitiful voice said: "Is it a human or a ghost? Are you here to hold up the corpse?" With a rattling sound, the door slowly opened, and a figure appeared behind the wooden door. It was dusk at that time, and the man's body was backlit, so his face could not be seen clearly, but
I saw him with a bald head and monk robes, he was a monk.
"I was passing through your place and accidentally lost my way. I'm hungry. Please help me, Master!"
I thought it was an easy thing to do, but unexpectedly, the man snorted and said coldly: "Monks have never made it convenient for others, so just go ahead." He was about to close the door. Zeng Yi blocked the door and said, "
Master, wait a minute, I can give you some sesame oil money!"
The man glanced at Zeng Yi and said, "Okay, it's convenient for others and for your own convenience." He stepped aside and Zeng Yi walked in. The monk led him through the main hall and courtyard to the east wing and said
: "Just stay here." There was no light or fire in the room, which was completely dark. Zeng Yi touched the bed and found that there was only a straw mat on the bed and nothing else. "Mud, isn't this too poor?"
While waiting for the meal, I heard a loud voice outside shouting: "Sir Brother Hao, who did you bring in?" The monk said: "A guest begging for food."
"Fuck, I have to pay, so I'm begging your sister!"
Suddenly there were footsteps in the courtyard, and a total of seven or eight people came. The firelight flashed, the door opened, and two monks held up their candlesticks, illuminating the two people. Zeng Yi took a glance and saw that there were eight monks in total, tall and short.
Some have thick eyebrows and big eyes, some have sinister faces, but none of them have a good appearance. An old monk with a wrinkled face said: "How much gold, silver and jewelry do you still have on you? Take them all out."
Another monk with a sinister face said: "The donor came here by fate; he happened to bump into the small temple and wanted to do a big thing, rebuild the mountain gate, and install a golden body. The gold, silver and jewelry on the donor's body will be donated together. If you are stingy and refuse, you will be offended.
If you fail the Bodhisattva, you will be in trouble."
At this time, Zeng Yi also realized that he had encountered a robber. Not only was he a little speechless, he was completely asking for it, and he went into the dark hole by himself! After looking at the eight people carefully, Zeng Yi said: "What do you mean, rob in the open?
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The old monk said: "Sin, sin. We eight brothers killed people and set fires. We were originally engaged in banditry. Recently, we put down our butcher knives and became Buddhas immediately. We became monks casually. The donor was destined and the fat sheep came to our door. Alas, but
It will be so tiring that our six senses as monks can no longer be purified."
