Yisong lifted the middle-aged monk up, like an eagle catching a chicken, and then dragged him in front of me.
I glanced over and saw that this middle-aged monk was bleeding, but his face, which was about the size of a meatloaf, was not very pale.
The middle-aged monk groaned in pain. After realizing that he couldn't struggle to loosen his hand, the guy simply lay on the ground and said to me: "You'd better let me go, otherwise, I will teach the masters
Once we come, we will level your Maoshan!"
The middle-aged monk spoke quite energetically, but unfortunately as soon as he finished speaking, the man behind him kicked him hard, and immediately kicked him until he held his head and screamed for mercy.
"I was wrong, don't hit me, I won't dare to do it again..."
Looking at the middle-aged monk's unpromising appearance, I didn't want to talk nonsense and asked directly: "Who are you?"
"Master, this guy said he is a deacon of the Western Heaven Sect!" said Yisong on the side.
"deacon?"
I frowned, and the middle-aged monk quickly raised his head and said, "Master Zhou, please forgive me. I'm just a deacon of the Xitian Sect, not an expert. I beg Master Zhou to let me go. I have a lot of money in my backyard."
, all for you..."
I took a look and found that the middle-aged monk was not very strong.
When he ran away just now, I easily injured him with purple electricity, but now, with just a punch and a kick, he immediately behaved like a grandson.
Is this kind of person? Can he be considered a deacon of the Western Heaven Sect?
I don't believe it. It is said that within the Xitian Sect, there is a strict hierarchy. Ouyang Wuwei, the masked master that Yuntian invited to help him deal with me, is the great protector of the Xitian Sect.
But even if he is as powerful as him, his status within the Xitian Sect is probably not as good as that of the deacon.
But the middle-aged monk in front of me seems to be a drunkard and a womanizer...
"Do you know Ouyang Wuwei?" I asked.
"Ouyang Wuwei?" The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "I know, that guy always lowers his head in front of me..."
"You are a deacon of the Western Heaven Sect, why don't you look like you to me?" I touched my nose and said.
The middle-aged monk stood up quickly, as if he wanted to regain some of his usual arrogant attitude.
But he just couldn't stand up easily. Yisong beside him snorted coldly, and he was so frightened that he quickly knelt down again.
His face turned red and he said: "Master Zhou may not know that I can be a deacon of the Western Heaven Sect because my identity is different from Ouyang Wuwei and the others..."
"Tell me about it!"
"Although Ouyang Wuwei is stronger than me, he is still just a great protector. He has no status in front of our deacons. Not to mention, my father is still..."
The middle-aged monk seemed to realize that he had let something slip, and he quickly covered his mouth and refused to say any more.
When I saw this, I raised my eyebrows. This guy's origin seemed to be quite extraordinary.
"Don't tell?"
The middle-aged monk shook his head, "You'd better let me go, otherwise when my masters come, all of you Maoshan disciples will die..."
"Well, since he's so stubborn, let him go, drag him down, and keep beating him! Beat him until he says..." I said lightly.
Without saying a word, Yisong immediately dragged the middle-aged monk down.
Then, a burst of more brutal screams sounded, causing the faces of many Xitian Sect monks in the hall to change slightly.
In less than ten minutes, Yi Song came back.
"Master!" Yisong bowed to me and said with a touch of ecstasy in his eyes: "The master will never be able to figure out the identity of this person!"
"How to say?"
"This guy's father is a disciple of the Great Black Ming King of the Western Heaven Sect..."
"The Great Black Ming King?"
"Yes, Master, look at it!" Yisong pointed to the three Buddha statues in the Buddhist hall, which were two or three people tall, and said: "The Great Black Ming King is the one on the right of these three Buddha statues. The other two are respectively
King Ming of the Third Era and King Weide Ming...these three are the founders of their Western Heaven Sect, the holy Buddhas, and the Buddhas in the mouths of many believers..."
When Jing Yisong said this, I suddenly understood!
There are three Buddha statues and three Ming Kings, and the big black Ming King on the right is actually the master of this middle-aged monk’s father. No wonder, in the Xitian Sect where there are so many masters, this drunkard and womanizer can actually become a deacon.
Positions, it turns out, are based on relationships.
"Master, what should I do with this guy?" Yisong asked.
The identity of a middle-aged monk is not simple, and after a brief surprise, I also fell into a trace of worry.
That is, if the middle-aged monk is caught by me, then the Western Heaven Sect will definitely send someone to rescue him. As a result, my Maoshan is now greatly weakened, and it is very likely that it will not be able to withstand the violent attack of the Western Heaven Sect!
I hesitated for a moment, and after scanning the three gleaming golden Buddha statues, I immediately focused my eyes and said, "Bring him back to Maoshan, I can be useful!"
"Master, this guy's identity is not simple. If he takes him back to Maoshan, will he..." Yisong said worriedly.
I said: "No problem, just take it back. Previously, Yuntian colluded with the Xitian Sect and used me as bait to kill Yunhai and a group of disciples. This time, it's our turn. This middle-aged monk's status is so unusual.
Good candidate for bait.”
Yisong suddenly understood and said with admiration: "The leader is wise, I will personally guard this person and never let him escape!"
I nodded, and quickly went down to find the rope, which I used to tie up the middle-aged monk.
As for the remaining ordinary disciples of the Xitian Sect, I thought about it and finally decided to let them go.
Most of these people were unlearned and unskilled before. After joining the Xitian Sect, although they were said to be aiding the evil deeds, their crimes would not lead to death.
But among the few Western Heaven Sect protectors who tried to get through among those hidden ordinary disciples, I didn't let any of them pass.
After Yisong beat the middle-aged monk hard for a while, the guy suddenly became as honest as if he were twenty-five or eighty thousand, and he answered whatever he asked.
And those few protectors of the Xitian Sect who were relatively strong were all captured by Fatty Xia and Deng Youde under his instructions, and then tied up and taken away as well.
As for the gold and silver jewelry in the backyard, they were even cheaper than Fatty Xia and Deng Youde.
As soon as these two guys saw the boxes of gold and silver jewelry, they picked up the boxes with smiles on their faces. At the same time, they did not forget to beat the middle-aged monk again and continued to ask if there were any good things hidden deliberately.
…………
The next morning, a group of us rushed to the next branch point of Xitian Sect, and there were obviously a lot fewer monks here. We barely used any effort and beat those monks to pieces.
There were two Western Heaven Sect protectors who were trying to leave. When they took advantage of the chaotic crowd and wanted to leave, they were unable to escape the attack of Zidian. They were immediately chopped to the ground by Zidian, and their bodies were found elsewhere!
After clearing the second branch point of the Xitian Sect, we returned to Maoshan without any extra stop.
When we returned to Maoshan, Maoshan was crowded with people.
As soon as I went up the mountain, the two elders Yunyue and Yunshan found me in a hurry.
"Master, you are finally back." Yunyue said.
I smiled bitterly, "I met two branches of the Western Sect on the road. It took a while to clean them up. What do the two elders want from me?"
"Master, do you still remember the Maoshan recruitment meeting you told me before? It is now on its third day." Yunyue said.
I suddenly realized that indeed, when I left, Yunyue told me that there were a lot of people who signed up for the recruitment meeting in Maoshan, and among them, there were some good prospects and real masters.
"Master, there will be several competitions tomorrow, including master duels and ranking matches for some good prospects. If the master has time, you can come and take a look. There is another thing, that is the child you brought back before, but
How do you plan to arrange it?" Yunyue asked.
Hearing what Yunyue said, I couldn't help but slap my head.
The child Yunyue is talking about is that little guy Zhou He.
Previously at the foot of the mountain, he followed me after receiving the certificate of surrender. Later, I brought people back to Maoshan, and he also followed me. Now that I have been going down the mountain these days, I have really forgotten about it.
"Call him over." I said.
Yunyue nodded and said hello, and soon called Zhou He over.
I looked at the little guy in front of me, who had a green face but extremely firm eyes, and said with a hint of apology: "I've been a little busy lately, and I've neglected you. You said you wanted to join Maoshan before, and you accepted the nomination. I'm going to
What do you think about finding a master for you?"