Super Hero Monk: Hormones Journey to the West

Chapter 196 This batch of scriptures is worth eighty million taels...

"Urgent situation outside the palace—"

"Upon hearing the imperial edict, the holy monk flew into a rage, punched the eunuch in front of the palace to death, and then killed dozens of guards at the gate."

"They have already broken into the Vermilion Bird Gate, and it seems they still want to enter the palace."

Ah this! ?
The entire audience inside the Ganlu Hall was shocked.

"What...what is he trying to do? Rebellion!?"

Several high-ranking officials and minor officials were dumbfounded.

They were unaware of the inside story of the pilgrimage. They had rushed to the palace upon hearing that Tang Xuanci had returned, actually intending to discuss business matters.

I never expected things to turn out like this.

"How many men did that fellow bring? Are they armed?" a military officer asked.

The guard replied, "Apart from the monks and eunuchs carrying the scriptures, he was all alone, unarmed, his robes torn to shreds, and there were no weapons hidden. But the Holy Monk is the number one martial arts master in the world today, and no one can stop him."

"Quickly, close the palace gates and mobilize the musketeers to deploy defenses!"

"Bring in troops from outside the palace to assist in defense, and send more skilled guards to protect the emperor!"

At this moment, two more guards rushed in to report.

One said:

"The holy monk has not yet stormed the palace. Instead, he has seized a short sword from the Imperial Guard and is currently slaughtering officials in the capital. Vice Minister of War Cui and Minister of Rites Cui Gaoyi have already perished under his blade!"

Another said:

"Those monks from Hongfu Temple, who were originally Kunlun slaves, were clad in riot armor and wielded repeating muskets. The Imperial Guards were completely unable to stop them. Just now, they easily stormed into Qinren Ward and rushed into Imperial Censor Lu's residence, where they committed massacres and looted treasures!"

Ah this!

He's gone mad! Tang Xuanci has completely gone mad?!
All the ministers looked horrified.

One of the censors, surnamed Lu, suddenly went black out and fell asleep immediately. It wasn't just a case of being overwhelmed by anger; he also suffered from high blood pressure.

Two others who had done wrong were also breathing rapidly and feeling anxious.

Wei Zheng composed himself and advised:
"Your Majesty, Tang Xuanci is born with superhuman strength. If he intends to break through the palace defenses, he may really threaten this place. It would be better to move to a safer place to take refuge."

Seeing the chaotic scene before him, Li Shimin's panic turned into anger. He slammed his hand on the dragon throne, stood up, and said:

"Avoid what!?"

"Find a high place where you can see the Taiji Hall Square and take me there."

"I want to see for myself what's wrong with him."

After saying this, he stormed out of the palace, supported by the chief eunuch.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and gave another order:

"Quickly, send someone to the Jingyao Gate in the north of the city to find a fortune teller named 'Yuan Shoucheng,' and make sure to invite him to the palace!"

……

Look closely, this monk is using a Tang dynasty-style cleaver as a kitchen knife, and he's chopping people up in the imperial city!
First they were cut off from the Court of State Ceremonial to the Secretariat, and then from the Jingfeng Gate to the Court of Judicial Review.

My sense of smell and hearing have been pushed to their limits, and my retina has also brought up the list of court officials and family genealogies that the beaker has collected over the years.

Adhering to the principle of "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," they relentlessly pursued and attacked.

He braced himself against the white jade railing with one hand, keeping his upper body upright, and gracefully stepped over it, one leg in front of the other, catching up with the Left Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and killing him with a single blow.

"Ah, that madman is coming after us!"

A group of high-ranking officials and dignitaries fled in panic toward the side gate. When they saw Tang Xuanci chasing after them, they screamed in terror.

"Where are the Imperial Guards? Stop him!"

However, the Imperial Guards ran faster than Bolt and left them far behind.

Even when Tang Xuanci did a handstand, he could swing so hard that Bolt couldn't see his buttocks.

He accelerated slightly, chased into the crowd, and with a swift movement, killed eighteen people in an instant.

"Master Tang! Master Tang, don't chop me!" A burly man, seeing that he couldn't escape, rolled to the ground in fear, covering his head and begging for mercy.

"It's you, kid. What brings you to work here?"

Tang Xuanci recognized him as Cheng Chubi. He ignored the three men and then grabbed him by the arm, brandishing his slightly chipped blade, and angrily said:

"See Changsun Cheng's cousin? That bastard dared to steal my dad's woman, I'm going to kill him!"

Seeing that he at least recognized people and didn't cut him, Cheng Chubi breathed a slight sigh of relief and replied, "Well... I didn't see him today."

"Alright," Tang Xuanci released him, looked at another fifth-rank official with a broken face beside him, pointed his knife at him and asked, "What about you? Did you see that?"

The man immediately said in a trembling voice, "Look, look, I saw him... he just now, he was fleeing towards Chengtian Gate."

Tang Xuanci knew he wouldn't dare to talk nonsense, so he immediately sprang into action and began hacking and slashing his way towards that direction.

Upon reaching the north gate of the imperial city, they indeed found the culprit who had injured Chen Guangrui—the second son of Changsun Wuji's eldest son—and charged at him, slashing him five times, cutting him into eight pieces. This marked their 505th kill.

At this moment, the monks and eunuchs carrying scriptures had just walked over from the central avenue.

Tang Xuanci threw down his sword and led them to the front of Chengtian Gate.

The palace gates were tightly closed, and the city walls were filled with imperial guards, who had set up a dense array of gun barrels, including more than a dozen AK47s left over from the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

"Wait until the door opens before you come in. You won't die if you don't run, but anyone who dares to run will definitely die a horrible death!"

After saying this, Tang Xuanci jumped up and leaped thirty feet, tracing an arc as he crashed directly into the back of the city wall.

The Imperial Guards were startled and immediately raised their guns, unleashing a hail of bullets that shattered his shoes and trousers and made his eggs tremble violently.

Despite the immense impact, the body, weighing over 400 kilograms, managed to slow its descent and significantly reduce its lateral velocity.

He failed to clear the city wall and landed directly on the top, transforming into a furious antelope, leaping and hooking, throwing ten punches per second.

An ordinary guard could be killed with a single punch.

A master-level commander can be killed with a single punch.

A Core Formation Realm expert can be killed with a single punch.

Corpses were seen being thrown against the wall, like a human wave, rushing from the middle to the west and then retreating back to the east.

Soon, the Chengtian Gate opened from the inside with a rumbling sound.

Those carrying the scriptures walked in cautiously and couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Behind the blood-soaked figure of the holy monk, tens of thousands of imperial guards were already arrayed, their swords and spears like a forest, their armor and shields like a wall, stretching as far as the eye could see.

It was truly a sight to behold: a battle formation soaring into the sky, piercing through Chang'an, the entire city adorned in gold and silver armor!
Above the killing formation, beneath the dark clouds, a figure hovered in mid-air, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Tang Xuanci looked over and saw that it was a middle-aged man, weighing about 75 kilograms, surrounded by spiritual wind, which caused his long robe to flutter.

He secretly opened his double pupils to look again and found that the golden core in the man's chest was melting his divine consciousness and had already condensed into the shape of an infant.

Good heavens, a breakthrough in the heat of battle, instantly forming a Nascent Soul?
Is this some kind of secret technique used to suppress his cultivation level?
Just as he was taking a step forward, intending to forcefully interrupt the other party before his nascent soul was fully stabilized, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen.

It turned out that the man's penis had reacted!
It turned out that Li Shimin, escorted by his ministers and guards, had already climbed to the top floor of a pavilion. He secretly looked at Tang Xuanci through the window and began to silently recite the mantra taught by Guanyin.

However, the mechanism by which the beaker shields the headband works by working from one's own consciousness. Once the method is broken, there is no need to use the incantation anymore.

Even if you don't know about the magic headband, you can still prevent it from activating.

Li Shimin quickly read it over, only to find that Tang Xuanci was completely unaffected and did not kneel down and cower like a shrimp as before.

Immediately, a thunderous sound resounded throughout the palace:
"Brother Yu, it was you who sent me to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures."

"Now that I've gotten it back, you're going to take it back again, what the hell do you mean? Are you messing with me?!"

"This batch of scriptures is worth 80 million taels of gold. Give it to me and we'll be even. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Ah this?

Everyone in the palace was stunned. They thought to themselves, "Good heavens, the journey to the West was actually a transaction, and the imperial brothers' relationship was just a facade."
But 80 million is too expensive, isn't this just extortion?

Li Shimin felt a chill in his heart, thinking to himself, "Heavens! Guanyin Bodhisattva's incantation has really failed!"

Now, he could only place all his hopes on the figure in mid-air, the fortune teller he had invited from outside the palace—Yuan Shoucheng.

At this moment, another loud voice rang out:

"How dare you act so presumptuously in this sacred imperial palace?"
"As a Buddhist disciple, you have committed numerous killings, which is a grave sin."

"I advise you to lay down your butcher's knife immediately and surrender, otherwise, don't blame me for taking your life!"

Yuan Shoucheng had finished his cross-legged meditation, put his hands behind his back, and while speaking, he walked leisurely through the air to Tang Xuanci.

The moment his foot landed, the entire plaza in front of the palace seemed to freeze, even suppressing the murderous aura of tens of thousands of soldiers gathered together.

His eyes opened, revealing an all-knowing indifference, like the lofty Heavenly Dao, coldly observing the struggles of mortal beings.

"Damn it, are you a Taoist priest or a monk? And you're saying you'll put down your butcher's knife?"

Tang Xuanci cursed, his blood boiling, his body contorting in a red-hot throbbing motion, transforming him into a demonic muscle monk:

"I'll put your mother's head down!"

The gold bricks beneath his feet shattered, and his figure vanished from the spot. A half-step collapsing fist pierced through Yuan Shoucheng's chest.

He reached back and pulled out the entire heart.

Yuan Shoucheng froze in a defensive stance, his eyes wide open as he stared at the blurry, distorted figure in front of him, revealing three parts astonishment, three parts fear, and four parts disbelief.

With a firm squeeze of Tang Xuanci's five fingers, Li Shimin's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, died...

"ah---!!!"

With a kick that sent the corpse flying, Tang Xuanci roared to the sky, his voice booming like thunder, causing tens of thousands of armored soldiers to bleed from their eardrums and tremble in their hearts.

In the next instant, he moved all five limbs at once, charging forward like a humanoid monster.

The seemingly impregnable battle formation was instantly torn open with a bloody gash!
(End of this chapter)