Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 137: Sad Breeze, Dragon Blood Disaster (asking for monthly ticket)
"Old monk, how dare you speak to my master like that? You are a bunch of bald donkeys without a father or a king. Be careful or my master will dig up your ancestors' graves!"

Tan Qing realized that something was wrong, but the arrogance he had developed over the years did not allow him to say anything softly. He continued to roar in a soul-stirring voice and used Duan Yanqing as a shield.

"Enough!" Duan Yanqing's gloomy face was twisted with facial features and muscles, and the scars across his face made his dead-like face even more hideous.

An iron rod struck Tan Qing, knocking him to his knees. His throat moved, and in his heart he angrily shouted, "You beast! He's my uncle. Whose grave are you trying to dig up?"

Tan Qing: “…”

Instead of being the emperor's uncle, enjoying the fine food and playing with women, he became a monk and lived a simple life?
Your brain was kicked by a donkey!
He finally stopped shouting and knelt down obediently behind Duan Yanqing.

After Duan Yanqing taught his apprentice a lesson, he looked at Ben Yin with a complicated expression, "Uncle..."

"Amitabha, I have already gotten rid of the root of my troubles and entered the Buddhist monastery. I have no home, so Mr. Duan doesn't need to consider us worldly relatives anymore." Abbot Benyin really didn't want to recognize Duan Yanqing. If the handsome and elegant Prince Yanqing had come, he would naturally welcome him with open arms, but now that this evil demon who had ruined his family traditions and lost his morals had come, he didn't want to have anything to do with him at all.

"Becoming a monk means having no home! What a homeless person! I guess that was what my uncle was thinking back then. That's why he turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to me, right?"

Duan Yanqing's voice was miserable when he spoke the first half of the sentence, but his mind couldn't help but recall the painful memory of eighteen years ago when he was seriously injured and had to crawl to the outside of Tianlong Temple with difficulty. However, because he couldn't speak, the young monks in Tianlong Temple mistook him for a beggar. After giving him two steamed buns, they drove him to the Bodhi tree, closed the door and ignored him. There was also a strong resentment in his ventriloquism.

Abbot Ben Yin had no idea about this past incident, but at this point he could only dismiss it as nonsense. Pointing at the two of them, he waved his hand and said, "Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. The past is irretrievable. Today, in consideration of your past relationship with Crown Prince Yanqing, I will spare your life. Go."

"Hahahaha... I can't leave!" Duan Yanqing looked like a madman, a strange gurgling laugh emanating from his throat, his two iron staffs leaning on the ground. "I've already crippled Duan Zhengchun's arm, and I've also led Duan Zhengming to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations. With one dead and the other disabled, who else in the Duan family can become emperor?"

Abbot Benyin's expression changed.

Then Duan Yanqing said, "I have come here to ask my uncle to prove my identity, return the throne to me, and restore the orthodoxy."

"Foolish... eh?" Abbot Ben Yin was about to scold Duan Yanqing when he suddenly felt his hands and feet go weak. The disabled handicap in his hands fell to the ground with a bang, and he stumbled and fell onto the steps.

A clang sounded like a signal, and the surrounding monks fell to the ground one after another, and the weapons in their hands smashed to the ground. The sounds came one after another, like a sad song.

"You, you poisoned him?" Ben Yin felt his bones and muscles go weak, tears streaming down his face. He looked at Duan Yanqing in disbelief. He thought he had overestimated Duan Yanqing's viciousness, but he didn't expect that he had underestimated his moral bottom line.

"Sad and refreshing breeze, the secret medicine of Xixia Yipintang, is colorless and odorless, and breathing it in will cause poisoning.

No matter how clever you are, you won't be able to detect it. By the time your eyes start to sting, the poison has already rushed into your brain. Without an antidote, no matter how powerful your martial arts skills are, you won't be able to muster the slightest bit of strength."

Tan Qing, the Soul-Chasing Staff, stood up with a chuckle and waved the small green bottle hidden under his sleeve - Duan Yanqing had deliberately hit him on the waist when he hit him before. As a master and disciple, he had worked together for many years and immediately understood what Duan Yanqing meant. He immediately knelt on the ground to cover up his action of opening the bottle, and at the same time shrank behind Duan Yanqing to avoid being discovered.

Fortunately, everything went well.

Duan Yanqing said nothing, but walked to Abbot Benyin with a cane. There was no expression on his stiff face, and a hint of sigh and sadness floated in his dark eyes.

"I lost my throne because Tianlong Temple refused to save me. Now I should take it back because of you, Tianlong Temple. This is the cycle of cause and effect. Retribution is inevitable. Uncle, Abbot Benyin Duan Yanqing does not want to kill people. Please don't force me."

Duan Yanqing's stomach pounded like a frog, and he poured out a stream of words, as if to express all the frustrations he had been holding back for years. However, his "sincere" words were met with disdain.

Ben Yin closed his eyes, showing his neck, and said, "Becoming a monk means leaving home, cutting off hair and sacrificing life. Even if we die, we will never help this evil demon like you to disrupt the government and bring disaster to the people."

"I am disrupting the government? I am bringing disaster to the people?"

Duan Yanqing was furious when he heard this. His black hair fluttered without a breeze, and the stiff muscles on his face twitched. His scar was hideous, like a demon crawling out of hell. "That's my throne! The throne that belongs to me!"

Ben opened his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then closed them again and said, "If one's virtue is unworthy of his position, disaster will surely befall him."

This means that Duan Yanqing was originally lacking in moral character, which is why he brought disaster upon himself and lost his throne.

But all the sufferings he had suffered over the years were blamed on him. Duan Yanqing, who was already wandering between pain and despair, suddenly collapsed emotionally, his black eyes turned red as blood, and he completely fell into madness.

"what!!!"

Poof! ! !

As he roared, the iron rod was raised and lowered, and blood splattered. Ben Yin's eyes were pierced in an instant. He gritted his teeth and said nothing, and then Duan Yanqing stabbed him in the forehead and he died.

"kill!!!"

Duan Yanqing no longer placed his hopes on Tianlong Temple and issued a kill order to his apprentice, asking him to kill everyone in Tianlong Temple.

At the same time, he looked up at the starry sky. The bright starlight fell into his eyes but was immediately swallowed up by the black color, unable to illuminate the deep and rich darkness in his eyes.

"Even without you, Duan Yanqing is still the ruler of Dali, and the throne is still mine!"

Before this, he had used Yipintang's information channels to pass on the news of "Wuyazi" to the Queen Mother of Western Xia, and thus received a small bottle of "Beisu Qingfeng" and the promise of Western Xia to help him restore order.

At this moment, Duan Yanqing stood under the Bodhi tree, ignoring the bloodbath and the screams of the reborn in Tianlong Temple. He reached out and touched the Bodhi tree, and his mind unconsciously recalled that rainy night eighteen years ago. The throbbing that had been hidden in his heart surfaced, and he couldn't help but think:
"Eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. I wonder if Goddess Guanyin is doing well now?"

"Now it's clean and tidy. It's really good!"

In the Wanjie Valley, Gan Baobao looked at Dao Baifeng with a playful look on his face.

After Dao Baifeng served Zhang Kuang, she was restrained by Gan Baobao and Qin Hongmian, who had regained their strength. They forcibly scraped off all the rich and colorful hair on her body.

Facing such humiliation, she felt deep hatred and a deeper fear of Gan Baobao in her heart...

(End of this chapter)