Chapter 166: Fighting the Bandits
There is a low earth slope outside Xiliantai, which is higher in terrain and provides a wide field of vision. The soldiers of Xiliantai have specially built a wooden sentry post on it so that they can keep an eye on the entire situation and guard against any black water evil creatures that might sneak up from any corners to attack Xiliantai.

However, at this moment, the wooden watchtower was extremely quiet. The bodies of several soldiers lay at the door, some with big holes in their chests, some with broken necks, lying in all directions, with their eyes open after death.

The interior of the watchtower was a river of blood, with body parts strewn all over the ground and walls covered with debris. Hair, flesh, sebum, and bones were mixed together and stuck to the walls, forming layer upon layer, emitting a strong smell of rust and decay.

Flies were flying around in the building, making a buzzing sound.

Going up the stairs to the top of the watchtower, there was a large table. Next to the table was a long stool with a monk sitting sideways on it.

The monk was a stocky man with a face full of flesh and a scar extending from his left temple to his collarbone. Rather than a kind-hearted Buddhist, he looked more like a shaved-headed bandit.

With his innate Taoist skills, he is also a well-known figure in the world.

The monk's robe on his body was stained with blood, which had dried and fused with his skin, forming blood scabs. Under the rough bronze skin, a faint red-gold light rolled.

If some capable knights saw him, they would probably guess that he had learned a lot of martial arts and his punches and kicks must be quite strong.

The monk grabbed the clay jar on the table and began to pour the wine into his mouth. Half of the wine went into his mouth and the other half spilled on him, but he didn't care.

After drinking, he placed the jar of wine directly on his head, letting the slightly turbid wine rush over his body from top to bottom and wash away the blood stains.

He turned his head again and looked at the Western Union Station in the distance.

In his sight, the dream ghosts around Xiliantai had been slaughtered completely. Except for a gap torn in the big iron gate, the rest seemed to have no changes.

He cursed:
"What the hell is going on in the Western Union station? The big dream given by Buddha has been spilled, and the ghosts in the dream have also been summoned. Why can't we defeat this damn thing?"

He frowned, spoke foul language, and had a fierce look between his eyebrows, looking scary.

This man is also one of the capable men under the Smiling Buddha, and is also a member of Little Joy. His nickname is "Angry Vajra" and his Buddhist name is "Xuanjin".

He was from the Western Grand Temple "Baochan" and was a monk of the Xuan generation. Baochan was located in a remote area and had been known for "many disasters in the world and the Shuras complaining about injustice" when Daliang was still prosperous. Now that Daliang is in chaos, all the monks in the temple have walked out, relying on their own "Buddhism" and "methods" to seek the "true scriptures" in their minds in this troubled times.

To put it bluntly, it's about power, money and women.

Xuan Jin is slightly different from other Little Joys. Most people in Little Joys like to cheat and fool others, use despicable schemes and tricks to break up good families and turn good people into greedy villains. But for Xuan Jin, this is really too troublesome. He might as well rob any gold he sees and take any silver he sees, and act recklessly.

This time, it was because the Smiling Buddha promised him gold, silver and jewelry that he traveled thousands of miles to Youzhou and used the top-notch treasures given by the Smiling Buddha to build the Western Union.

At that time, the Smiling Buddha promised him that as long as he rang the bell, a big dream would cover the entire Xilian Tower, and the monsters in the dream would crawl out from the border of chaos, attacking and killing people. It would only take half a day at most to directly break through the Xilian Tower and kill all the soldiers inside.

But now four or five days have passed, the corpses under the watchtower where he is are stinking, and Xilian Tower has still not been taken.

I couldn't help but think:
It’s evil.

We are all clearly in a dream, so who is still guarding the stage?
Could it be that the old monk knew that I overheard his conversation and assigned me a mission that I was bound to fail?

That’s not right. He knows my temper. Isn’t he afraid that I will reveal the secret?

Xuan Jin's mind was a mess and he really couldn't figure out what was going on.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind blowing from behind, blowing all the way to the direction of Xiliantai.

When I looked up again, I found that petals were floating out from above the village.

"what?"

His brows wrinkled slightly.

petal?

The soldiers living in Xilian Terrace are so effeminate? Why do they have the habit of growing flowers?

He put a pair of big hands on his bald head and scratched it, but he couldn't figure it out.

But for some reason, I had a bad feeling in my heart.

It seemed that there was something happening inside the Xilian Terrace, something he couldn't understand.

He calmed his mind, narrowed his eyes, and circulated his Taoism to his eyes. Xuan Jin's vision was rapidly pulled closer to the door of Xiliantai.

This is one of the two special abilities of their Baochan, called "A Thousand Miles Away", which allows Xuanjin to see extremely far places.

After staring for a while, I suddenly saw a Taoist priest walking out of the door.

He has a handsome face and is not very old.

The Taoist looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly he raised his head and looked in the direction of Xuan Jin.

Xuan Jin and the Taoist looked at each other.

In just a moment, Xuan Jin felt as if his soul was hit hard by a hammer.

Those eyes seemed to have a surging power, shocking his soul. Instantly, Xuan Jin felt his heart skip a beat!
He didn't even have time to react before he saw the Taoist kick his feet and leap up, flying directly towards Xuan Jin!

The speed was so swift and rapid that it reached the watchtower in just a blink of an eye.

"What the hell is that!"

Xuan Jin came to his senses and screamed halfway through when he found that a Taoist priest was standing in front of him.

He was floating in the air, his robes moving slightly.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Xuan Jin's forehead.

Of course he had heard about this Taoist priest before coming here.

The news that the Taoist priest beheaded You Changqing has now spread throughout Xiao Huanxi. Now everyone knows that "a powerful Taoist priest has come to Daliang, and it is not a problem for him to kill Xiao Huanxi with just a slap."

At that time, Xuan Jin had never seen Zuo Chen, he had only heard rumors and did not have any opinion about this Taoist priest. After all, there were too many boastful people in the martial arts world. Some would dare to claim that they had killed a tiger when they killed an old dog; killing a tiger would be even more extraordinary as they would insist on saying that they had killed a monster.

So, when the rumor came out that the Taoist priest had beheaded You Changqing, Xuan Jin only believed half of it.

It is possible that You Chang Qing was pinned to the ground and beaten by the Taoist priest, and was killed even though he had begged for mercy; it is also possible that You Chang Qing was besieged by a large group of martial arts masters, and as a result, You Chang Qing killed seven of them, and in the end only the Taoist priest was left, and was picked up by the Taoist priest.

At that time, Xuan Jin was thinking that if this Taoist priest appeared in front of him, he could fight with him with his killing weapons. If the other party was really a fake, he could kill him and get the fame for nothing.

It was not until he met the real person that Xuan Jin discovered:
Fight with this Taoist priest?

you said I?
He just somersaulted from the faraway West Union Tower to the watchtower.

Having traveled all over the country for so many years, he had indeed seen many masters, but this kind of magical method was the first time he had seen it.

A wooden fish hammer!
My mind froze slightly, and my body reacted instinctively.

run!
Xuan Jin jumped directly to the bottom of the platform and flipped down from the watchtower in a flash.

When his feet touched the ground, Xuan Jin felt his legs sink and he spread his legs and wanted to run.

But before he took two steps, Xuan Jin suddenly discovered that there were two big men standing below the observation tower, one in front and one behind, both of them looked like farmers.

These two men seemed to have no abilities. Xuan Jin was getting anxious now. Without having time to think too much, he directly chose the man without the weapon, hoping to rush out from his side.

He reached into his arms and took out a green bell, and a light red glow appeared all over his body, blooming layer by layer from under his skin, and his body seemed to have expanded a lot.

He was like a bull, with enough strength to break rocks and trees. He rushed towards the man with his head down, while his hands began to shake and bells jingled.

A light mist surged up from all around and enveloped the surroundings in the blink of an eye. The man in front of him seemed to be affected as well, and his movements became a little slow.

There is a play!

Xuan Jin was delighted, thinking that he only needed to accelerate a little more and use a little more force to hit the man to death and escape!

However, at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew around, dispersing the fog and waking up the slightly drowsy man.

The man's eyes became serious, and he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Xuan Jin directly in the chest.

"Well……"

Xuan Jin's head leaned forward and his legs stretched forward, but his waist and abdomen were kicked and sunken, and his body was kicked into a bent shrimp. The bell in his hand flew out and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Xuan Jin's innate cultivation and refined body were like a piece of waste paper, which was easily punctured and directly shattered!
"bump!"

Xuan Jin was kicked out by Guan Gou Dou and was kicked to Zhu Laoba's position. Zhu Laoba also stretched out his foot and kicked Xuan Jin's waist hard, and then kicked him back and fell to Guan Gou Dou's feet.

Such a happy monk was kicked around like a ball by two demon kings!

After stopping again, Xuan Jinben wanted to get up, but suddenly found that he had lost all feeling in his entire lower body.

He lowered his head and took a look, and found that he had lost control of his bladder without knowing when, and his stool and urine were flowing everywhere.

"It's fucking dirty!"

Guan Goudou spat at Xuanjin and spit on his face.

"Don't beat him to death." Zuo Chen floated down from mid-air and landed gently in front of Xuan Jin. He lowered his head and looked at him in Xuan Jin's desperate eyes.

Laughed:

"I thought that all those who came down from the Smiling Buddha's hands were thieves in dreams, but I didn't expect that there would be a flesh and blood one coming here."

Despair appeared in Xuan Jin's eyes.

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