The Monk

Chapter 167: Not fighting back

Zhang Tianfang patted the ghost sword lightly and said, "It's quite capable." He slashed out with the sword again with his backhand.

The man in gray was also the overlord of the party, but he was actually said to be somewhat capable, which made him extremely depressed. But after seeing Zhang Tianfang's ability, he was convinced. Pushing with both hands, a dozen iron balls the size of heads lined up in front of him.

Zhang Ao looked at Coke and the people who used this thing to refine magic weapons. What were they doing with such a big solid iron ball? Do you want to convince people by smashing them? Walk a few steps and stand in front of the Golden Buddha.

When the great monk saw someone coming to save his life, he clasped his hands and said, "Thank you so much for your life-saving kindness. Your benefactor's kindness will surely bring you good rewards." He led the people and continued towards Niangziguan. Zhang Ping couldn't understand. He was obviously capable of fighting, so why didn't he fight back?

Zhang Tianfang stopped the man in gray and drove him into a panic with one knife after another. Then he slashed with all his strength, cutting him in half with the iron ball and the man. He turned around and spoke to Zhang Awei easily: "Kill."

The man in gray died, and the barbarian general looked extremely ugly. He ordered the troops to retreat, and the low-level warlocks retreated with the soldiers. When all the barbarians returned to the camp, three people flew out of the camp one after another. They were all bald and tough men with a gold ring hanging from their left ear. After the three people appeared, one attacked Zhang Tianfang, one attacked Zhang Afraid, and the other collected the corpse of the dead warlock.

Zhang Ao pointed at Zhang Tianfang and shouted: "Look for him for revenge, he killed me." He turned around and wanted to run away, but at a glance he saw the Golden Buddha moving slowly. He sighed and pulled out the fire snake whip, and swiped it towards the person.

Zhang Tianfang was not polite. He threw the ghost sword before the opponent arrived. The ghost sword drew a strange arc in the air. He swung the sword several times vertically and horizontally, cutting out many black lines and forming a black net to cover the incoming person.

The two of them moved very quickly. Seeing that the situation was not going well, the two bald men on the other side hurriedly released their magic weapons to fight. Unfortunately, neither the Fire Snake Whip nor the Ghost Sword were ordinary magic weapons. One of them was burned to ashes with his magic weapon, and the other was burned to ashes with his magic weapon. The weapon was chopped into pieces. The third big man picked up the body of the man in gray. The two companions were already dead in front of the formation. Their faces turned pale, and they said in a trembling voice: "Are you high-level monks?" As he spoke, he stepped back quickly.

The warlock was unable to check the monk's cultivation level and thought that the two were high-level monks. Zhang Tianfang was very happy and said to Zhang Awei: "He said that I am a high-level monk. Is it possible not to kill him?" Zhang Awei also couldn't tell the other person. The cultivation base and estimated strength were average, so he asked the bald man: "The two countries are at war, why did you cultivators join in?"

The big man didn't answer at all, and ran into the barbarian camp for a moment, threw out a talisman, and the talisman exploded in the wind. At the same time as the talisman exploded, the entire camp erupted into yellow smoke and dust, covering all the barbarian troops.

Zhang Ai shook his head slightly: "It's unnecessary." He turned around and spoke to the great monk: "Collect the magic weapon, they are not coming." Seeing that the danger was gone, the great monk made a Buddha seal in the air, and the golden Buddha jumped into the air and shrank. Gathering together, the big Buddhas get smaller and smaller, and finally turn into yellow beads hanging on the monk's chest.

Zhang Ai looked strange. Buddhist beads and rosary beads are usually in strings. This great monk only had one beads. He asked curiously: "Where are the others? Lost them?" The great monk did not answer, and helped the people to go to Niangziguan. As he walked, he said: "There are 962 people in distress here. Please show mercy to the general guarding the city and open the city gate to let them in and give them some porridge and cakes."

Zhang Tianfang came to Zhang Weifang and said, "This monk is very cool, I like him." He likes anyone who can inflict a blow to Zhang Weifang. Zhang Ping recalled the introductions made by the masters at Tianlei Mountain. Buddhists were very powerful, but why didn't this monk fight back?

Without the Golden Buddha, the distressed people moved faster and soon arrived at Niangziguan, shouting loudly for the guards to open the city gate. The generals on the city weighed the situation again and again, and asked the soldiers to reply: "If we doubt your identity and motives, we cannot open the city gate." This caused the people to curse.

The people were originally weak and weak, but they were able to persevere with the support of the Golden Buddha. At this moment, they were about to return to the city. Unexpectedly, the soldiers of the same race refused to open the city gate. In despair, many people collapsed and fell.

The great monk was very anxious when he saw it, and said loudly: "If you don't open the city gate, can you throw some food down? These people have not eaten for three days." The soldiers on the city did not act when the great monk shouted. Some soldiers looked at the poor people. , secretly leaving some dry food, but it was unable to solve the food and clothing problem of nearly thousands of people.

Zhang was afraid that his spiritual consciousness would be swept away, and nearly a thousand people were exhausted and weak. He condensed a large water ball, mixed it with a life pill, threw the water ball and exploded. A drizzle fell in the mid-air, and fell on the people to help heal and recover. The people were rejuvenated.

Zhang Tianfang muttered: "That's so generous." Zhang Weifang smiled, threw one to him and said, "I want to talk." Zhang Tianfang held the pill and looked at it for a while, and wanted to pretend to be cool and give it back to Zhang Weifang but was reluctant to give it up, and finally took it into his arms. Put it in the middle. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Is there any more?"

After being treated with the Life Pill, the people were full of vitality. They jumped on their feet and yelled at the Song guards, asking them to open the city gate. The gatekeeper on the city looked at the novelty. One moment he was weak, and the next moment he was full of energy. He even suspected that there was something wrong and refused to open the city gate.

Zhang Wei smiled helplessly, his typical good intentions were not helpful. Turning around and walking towards the barbarian camp, he wanted to find out why the warlocks were involved in the fight between the two countries.

After a while, I came to the gate of the barbarian camp. There was a magic circle here. The detective spirit checked it and couldn't find anything strange. With the addition of the Five Elements Body Protection Technique, he raised his hand and touched the magic circle lightly. A flash of white light broke through the five body protection spells and peeled off a piece of skin on his fingertips. Zhang Wen was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away and hid from afar, thinking: "What?" Is the magic circle so powerful that all five techniques are useless?"

Seeing that the people were temporarily safe, the great monk clasped his palms together and expressed his gratitude to Zhang Ai and Zhang Tianfang. Zhang Ai respected him and asked politely: "Are you a Buddhist?" The great monk said without concealing anything: "Exactly."

"According to what the dead man in gray just said, he is not very powerful. Why didn't you fight back?" Zhang Ain asked again.

The great monk asked, "Why fight back?"

"If you don't fight back, are you waiting to die?" Zhang Ain asked again with his eyes widened.

The great monk smiled modestly: "If you don't fight back, you may die. Didn't you help me?"

He couldn't explain clearly to this guy, so Zhang was worried: "If we don't take action, won't the master die?"

"Even if you don't take action, I may not die; but in other words, you saved nearly thousands of people. I want to thank you for your kindness." As he spoke, the great monk saluted the two of them.

This Buddhist was so stupid that he would rather be beaten than fight back for peace of mind. Changing the subject, Zhang asked, "Where did the master come from?"

The great monk replied: "I live here. I saw the war between the two countries started again, and the people of the Song Dynasty were killed and wounded countless people. I couldn't bear to see them suffer, so I gathered the remaining people outside the pass and took them to Niangzi Pass."

"Why do sorcerers join the barbarian army?" Zhang Ping asked. The great monk shook his head: "I don't know."

Behind him, the distressed people and the garrison on the city were still arguing. Zhang was afraid that he was impatient, so he walked into the crowd, grabbed a person and threw him onto the city wall. His technique was so clever that after the people climbed up the city wall, they fell down gently without any harm. Zhang Ain said loudly: "Check carefully to see if they are people from the Song Dynasty. After confirming that they are correct, they will be resettled."