Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 194 My dad, only I can beat him
He ordered the soldiers behind him to run and fetch the cat, then Tang Xuanci went straight out of Pingkang Ward and returned to the Duke of Yun's mansion in the next ward.

"Master! Look who's back!? It's Xuanci, Xuanci is back!"

"Xuan Ci? Xuan Ci~ cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

When Yin Kaishan, lying on his sickbed, saw his beloved grandson standing in front of him, he was so excited that he almost coughed himself to death.

The second wife beside her couldn't help but burst into tears, her body trembling. Although she was still plump and nearing fifty, she looked noticeably more haggard than she had a year ago.

"Hehe, what happened to you, old man? Did you ruin your health with too much wine and women?"

Tang Xuanci stepped forward, pulled him up to sit, opened a packet of 'Zhongxihai' cigarettes, lit one, and put it in his mouth, laughing:

"Hurry up and have a puff to perk yourself up. This tobacco is grown on the West Sea Immortal Island and is smoked by the Dragon King."

Yin Kaishan was skeptical, but without hesitation, he took a deep breath, choked as soon as it passed through his lungs, and laughed between coughs:

"Good cigarette... cough, cough cough... This cigarette is smoother than He Tianxia cigarette, hahaha, have another puff."

The second wife rushed over to comfort him, but seeing how happy he was, she also stopped crying and started smiling.

Tang Xuanci gave him another puff, then took out two packets of powder, ordered his servants to prepare them into a soup, fed him one bowl, and poured the other bowl into the cat's mouth.

The effect is immediate.

Under the gaze of the double pupils, it was clear that the stagnation in Yin Kaishan's Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin had been significantly relieved, and the Qi and blood in his Pericardium Meridian of Hand-Jueyin had also become smoother.

After all, this medicine was specially prepared for Yin Kaishan, and it uses top-tier materials for replenishing vital energy and dispelling evil from the mortal realm.

This was also the most spiritual thing about him. In order not to give the celestial officials of the City God Temple any reason to take action, he didn't even bring back the nine-ringed tin staff bestowed upon him by Emperor Taizong of Tang.

"What kind of medicine is this? I feel much better," Yin Kaishan said, taking a deep breath.

"It's good for the kidneys."

Tang Xuanci smiled, but his gaze swept over an old servant standing at the door, and he asked:

"Where's Uncle Fu?"

Yin Kaishan sighed, "He's gone now. A lot has happened since you left."

"It's alright. Besides delivering the sacred scriptures to the sage, I've come back this time to take care of some things."

As Tang Xuanci spoke, he addressed the newly promoted steward:
"Go, summon all the servants in the manor to help organize the scriptures. Gather them in the courtyard outside within a quarter of an hour."

Actually, he had seen this person in the manor before, but he had never realized that this guy's combat power was as high as 0.9, almost reaching the level of a first-grade grandmaster.

When the butler met Tang Xuanci's gaze, his eyes trembled slightly, and he quickly responded and left.

At this moment, several more people hurried over, their eyes filled with surprise and excitement upon seeing Tang Xuanci.

It turned out that Chen Guangrui, the Director of Studies at the Imperial Academy, and Yin Silang, the Vice Prefect of the Capital Prefecture, had both skipped work and rushed over after hearing the news.

When Tang Xuanci looked at his cheap father, good heavens, there was a red mark on his fair and plump face that had not yet faded, which clearly meant he had been beaten.

He immediately smiled again.

His pent-up anger, on the verge of exploding, immediately interrupted Chen Guangrui's tender care, pointing to the wound and asking:

"Who the hell did this?"

Cursing secretly in my heart:

My dad is the only one who can fight; no one else can!

When Chen Guangrui heard his son mention this matter, he immediately showed five parts shame and five parts worry, and stammered, wanting to let it go.

However, Yin Silang, who was standing nearby, was filled with righteous indignation and immediately told his eldest nephew that this was the person who had been hit with a wine cup by the second branch of the Changsun family not long ago.

As for the reason, although he did not explain it, it could be inferred that it seemed that this pale-faced, top-scoring scholar, Chen Guangrui, had accidentally gotten involved with some woman, leading to a romantic entanglement.

Yin Silang had clearly been holding back a lot of resentment this year, and now that the head of the family had returned, he couldn't help but pour out his grievances. He then brought up the matter of other powerful families joining forces to attack the Yin family, and his mother couldn't stop him no matter what she tried.

After listening for a moment, Tang Xuanci ordered a maid to bring over writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and said:
"No need to say anything, just write your name, home address and workplace."

"Write down everyone who has offended our family."

"It's better to write something wrong than to miss one!"

Ah this?

Hearing those murderous words, everyone's heart skipped a beat.

They knew all too well how violent the holy monk was. Although those people were indeed despicable, was it right for him to kill people right after returning from the pilgrimage?
Yin Kaishan immediately scolded his eldest son, telling him not to cause trouble and that some things could be discussed later.

Tang Xuanci, however, insisted, shoving the pen into his hand and urging him to write quickly.

Yin Silang steeled his resolve and began writing swiftly, like a judge drawing his brush.

Tang Xuanci looked at the two lines he had written and immediately said, "You haven't written in enough detail. Don't they have any sons? Don't they have any grandsons who have started their own families?"

"To cut the weeds, you must remove the roots; write down the names of all your dearest relatives and friends."

“You work in the Jingzhao Prefecture, so you should have this information. If you don’t remember, just call your subordinates over and write down the addresses clearly.”

Ah this?

This is a recipe for annihilation!
Everyone was terrified.

Even Yin Silang felt that things had gone too far and couldn't help but regret his impulsiveness.

Chen Guangrui earnestly advised, "Son, harmony is the most important thing in life. Besides, you've only just returned, so don't start a big fight!"

Tang Xuanci patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't fight with them, I'll just talk to them about Buddhism." Then he looked at Yin Silang with an unquestionable gaze, "Write quickly, I still need to go to the palace to deliver the scriptures."

After saying that, he walked out the door and came to the courtyard where several hundred servants were gathered.

"Master Tang, all the servants in the manor have arrived."

The butler, whose combat power was as high as 0.9, reported in a low voice, his timid and submissive demeanor showing no trace of the temperament of a martial arts master.

"it is good."

Without saying a word, Tang Xuanci suddenly exerted force in his waist, his body relaxed and bouncy, and without warning, he lashed out with a whip, striking the steward on the right head.

With a loud "bang," his head exploded like a watermelon, bursting out in a burst of bright red mist and splattering out flesh with white pulp.

Amidst the gasps of the women and maids, the steward collapsed to the ground, becoming the first person to die after the holy monk returned to the city.

"What's the panic? Stand still!"

Tang Xuanci let out a loud shout, silencing the rest of them and making them tremble like leaves.

Then, he walked to a mule cart, lifted the tarpaulin, and opened the top layer of scriptures, revealing a full load of guns and ammunition underneath!

Of course, this only includes the regular AK47 and AK47 Pro 1, which are not considered weapons outside the realm of ordinary weapons.

He pulled out an AK47, leaped onto the wall where the best shooting angle was, and began firing in bursts, headshotting everyone he thought was in trouble.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"Ugh!"

"puff!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

"puff!"

Panic intensified, and excrement and urine were spilled everywhere.

After killing four people in succession, five other ordinary people, whose condition he couldn't discern, were so frightened that they fled in panic.

Tang Xuanci simply increased his speed slightly and headshot them all.

A lackey, too afraid to even flee, crawled on his knees, begging for mercy:

"Holy monk, spare my life! I am here on the orders of Abbot Mingye of Hongfu Temple to take care of the Yin family."

Another maidservant followed suit and learned the Way:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am here on the orders of the Chief Eunuch, who is a sage!"

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" Tang Xuanci gave each of them an extra bullet.

After killing a total of fourteen people in the mansion, he finally stopped and went to Hongfu Temple with the list written by Yin Silang.

This time, he didn't use a gun. He first kicked Abbot Mingye, whose combat strength was about 95, to death; then he punched and killed 26 Huangpi Temple monks who didn't have time to escape.

Then, he released all the hundreds of black monks who were essentially imprisoned, armed them fully, gave them some carbohydrates to eat, and after an incense stick burned out, he took the "blacklist" and went door to door to kill them.

"...All the treasures and beauties you can take are yours. Once you've completed the mission, come directly to the palace and exit through the Xuanwu Gate. Afterward, recuperate at the foot of Mount Li and wait for my message."

After saying this, Tang Xuanci changed into a respectable kasaya, picked out all thirty-five sets of scriptures—a total of five thousand and forty-eight volumes—and ordered several young, yellow-skinned monks to carry them and follow him.

After leaving the temple, he walked along the Zhuque Avenue in the center of Chang'an, heading towards the imperial palace.

At this time, news of the holy monk's return from his pilgrimage spread to almost every neighborhood, and the people flocked to the area to respectfully welcome him.

Countless Buddhist believers prostrated themselves in worship.

In stark contrast to the enthusiastic public sentiment, no one from the palace has come out to greet them so far, not even a red carpet.

(End of this chapter)