Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 72 Wherever justice leads, it will be invincible

Boom!

As the stone door of the ancient tomb opened, Wang Chongyang, dressed in a light purple Taoist robe, walked out holding a whisk.

His aura became more restrained, and the brilliance in his eyes disappeared. From the outside, he looked just an ordinary, gentle middle-aged Taoist priest.

Lin Chaoying followed behind Wang Chongyang, wearing a simple green dress, without any jewelry, and a conical hat on her head with a gauze curtain hanging under it. Although it could not completely cover up her heroic face, it could barely have some effect.

"Master! I have prepared the horses, dry food and money for the journey." Ma Yu, the chief steward of Quanzhen Sect, walked up and whispered to Wang Chongyang.

Wang Chongyang nodded, and then said to Ma Yu: "Find a few fellow disciples with similar body shapes to us and disguise ourselves. We will split into five groups and set out from different directions, and meet up at Niujia Village as agreed."

The Beggars' Sect had already received news that Qin Hui had obtained portraits of master and disciple Wang Chongyang and Qiu Chuji from somewhere and was posting them everywhere.

All the government officials they met on their way to Lin'an might have detected traces of the master and disciple and led their men to surround and kill them.

If they rushed to Lin'an like this, killing one person every ten steps, I'm afraid Qiu Chuji, Master Wang Chongyang and his disciples would have been exhausted before they even entered the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

Although they are strong, they are still human beings and need to eat, drink water, rest and sleep.

Even if no one is their match, they will eventually collapse if they are fatigued for a long time.

Qin Hui certainly did not have a direct impact on the power and charm of the entire Song court, but he could imply that once Qiu Chuji and Wang Chongyang were captured or killed, they would be appreciated by him and would be able to rise to prominence.

What Qin Hui himself could not do, people's yearning and greed for wealth and glory can do.

As a treacherous and powerful official, he had too many ways to make countless people work for him.

Soon, about twenty riders appeared at the foot of Mount Zhongnan. They were all wearing Taoist robes but their faces were covered.

Those people from the underworld who heard the news all gathered on both sides of the road.

They were all looking forward to it. The disputes that had arisen at the foot of the mountain due to quarrels and past grudges immediately dissipated after these twenty or so riders appeared.

Everyone's eyes were focused, filled with anticipation, expectation, and burning flames.

"Master Qiu! Can we take off the head of the old villain Qin Hui when we go to Lin'an?" A man with a broken arm asked loudly while standing under the tree, his eyes filled with tears and he was obviously very emotional.

He needed an answer, and he had waited too long for it.

It's just one sentence, but it can make people fully appreciate the rich emotions contained in it.

All twenty riders fell silent.

Wang Chongyang shook his head slightly at Qiu Chuji, signaling him not to be impulsive.

He was not just worried that if Qiu Chuji failed to fulfill his promise, it would be difficult to resolve the situation.

He didn't want Qiu Chuji to be exposed at this moment and be targeted by the spies hiding in the crowd, making it difficult for him to escape.

Qiu Chuji still chose to take off the covering on his head, and clasped his fists towards the four directions: "I will go to the south of the sky to shatter the dark clouds, and I will not return until my sword is stained with blood."

"Okay!" Not many people understood what he meant, but they could feel the firm attitude in Qiu Chuji's words.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Taoist priest!" The man fell from the tree, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

"Yu Wenliang of the Yue Family Army, I bow to thank the Taoist priest and go to avenge Marshal Yue."

After saying this, he suddenly stood up, grabbed a package from behind him, took out the Taoist robe inside and put it on, dressed similarly to Qiu Chuji and other Taoists.

"Everyone! Although our bodies are broken, our aspirations are strong. It's time to pave the way for the Taoist priest with our blood!"

Following a loud shout, dozens or nearly a hundred people rushed out. They all had different kinds of defects on their bodies, but they all put on Taoist robes and covered their faces.

They were obviously planning to rush to Lin'an like Qiu Chuji and others, as a death squad to confuse Qin Hui, and to buy enough space for Qiu Chuji and others to successfully arrive in Lin'an. The government officials along the way were not detectives. With so many people covering them, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chongyang and others could easily reach Lin'an with their martial arts, and get enough rest and preparation along the way.

Perhaps some people wonder why Qiu Chuji had to make such a big fuss about this matter. Why couldn't he just sneak in quietly, cut off the head and leave?
The answer is no!
Who is Qin Hui?

What's the point of just cutting off the head of such a despicable and dirty villain?

After Marshal Yue's death, can people pick up their lost spirit and confidence?

Therefore, if Qin Hui wanted to kill someone, he would do it in a grand and spectacular manner, so that everyone would know about it.

To kill such a person, we must not only eliminate him biologically, but also kill him spiritually.

Only in this way can the courage of the Han people be rekindled, and the people of this land can regain their fighting spirit, instead of fleeing at the sight of the Jin people.

"My fellow heroes!" Qiu Chuji's expression was solemn, with tears in his eyes. He paused for a moment, then shouted: "I wish you a long and successful journey! Wherever justice leads us, we will be invincible!"

"May the Taoist priest wield the sword to exorcise the demons, kill the villains and become an immortal!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and was immediately followed by many people from the martial arts world.

drive!
The horses galloped, raising dust.

A large number of Taoists, with their faces covered, started from the foot of Mount Zhongnan and headed southward towards Lin'an via different roads.

Along the way, more people in the martial arts world who heard the news spontaneously put on Taoist robes and covered their faces to help Qiu Chuji and others confuse them. It seemed that overnight, everyone in the martial arts world had converted to Taoism, and the rise of Taoism had become a trend.

In Song Dynasty, even those who were not heroes but just ruffians began to put on Taoist robes and parade them in front of the constables and yamen runners, causing those who still had ambitions for wealth and fame but had not lost their sense of shame to retreat with their faces covered.

Qin Hui's hint and reward almost became a joke.

He traveled at lightning speed, hiding during the day and traveling at night. After about ten days, Qiu Chuji arrived at Niujia Village outside Lin'an City.

Today, the city of Lin'an seems to be still as usual, but in fact, there has been a lot of panic.

Not only the best troops among the imperial guards were mobilized to patrol the city many times, but many of the garrison troops were also summoned to set up military camps in open spaces throughout the city, ready to be called at any time.

Qin Hui was the Grand Tutor of the time. If he was assassinated in his residence by a gangster, it would undoubtedly be a serious blow to the prestige of the court...even though the Song court at that time actually did not have much prestige.

Of course, Zhao Gou had a plan in mind. He was more worried that those people in the underworld would be so bold as to claim to kill Qin Hui, but were actually targeting him.

If the defense of the Grand Tutor's Mansion is as strong as a solid wall of steel at this moment, then the defense of the Imperial Palace must be even stronger.

The torches lit in the Imperial Garden every night could illuminate half of Lin'an. People wished that every shadow could be eliminated so that they could feel at ease.

Qiu Chuji was leading his horse as he walked on the empty streets of Niujia Village. The cold wind of early spring blew across the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

At the beginning of the original story, Qiu Chuji can no longer see the clear future he once had.

Everything has changed because of him. Whether there will still be Guo Jing and Yang Kang in the future is still unknown.

At the other end of the street, a sturdy man holding two Xuanhua axes, wearing heavy bronze armor, and looking like a ferocious evil spirit, was standing there, staring at Qiu Chuji fiercely, breathing heavily from his nose, and his eyes gradually turned red.

On the eaves on both sides, there were many people holding bows and crossbows lurking, and their bows had already been fully drawn.

Qiu Chuji has been completely targeted by the murderous intent.

This made Qiu Chuji very certain that Ouyang Feng had made a wrong decision just as he expected.

And this decision was guided by his sinister nature. Ouyang Feng... was unable to overcome his destiny.

It's no wonder that Qiu Chuji was using him as a chess piece again as planned.

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