Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 202 A New Master Arrives
During the day, Yangshuo is bathed in the bright sunlight, and the scenery of green mountains and clear waters is truly magnificent.

Yangshuo at night is completely the opposite.

Especially the mountain peaks that look spectacular during the day, towering high when viewed from the foot of the mountain, resemble giant monsters looking down on the town crawling at their feet.

When Fang Yeyu arrived at Jinbao Nanfeng Temple.

Then they saw Pang Ban standing with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the golden statue of the Bodhisattva, expressionless.

Behind him stood a group of guards, standing silently.

Pang Ban said calmly, "Ye Yu, you've come."

Fang Yeyu knelt down and kowtowed, saying in a hoarse voice, "Master, Yeyu has disappointed you."

Pang Ban turned around and smiled slightly, "Why do you say that?"

Fang Yeyu waved his hand, and his followers carried the corpses of "White-Haired Beauty," Wei Lidie, the evil monk, the evil old woman, and others on a door panel.

Upon seeing these corpses, Pang Ban remained indifferent, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

In fact, ever since he was old enough to understand things, Fang Yeyu had never known what Pang Ban was thinking. This made him both respect and fear his master, and he would never dare to overstep his bounds in any way.

"Dead! All dead!"

Fang Yeyu slowly said, "Master, Yeyu has truly failed your guidance."

Pang Ban asked, "How were these fatal wounds inflicted?"

Fang Yeyu said, "Master Wei and his men were all killed by Li Ding'an. The two protectors, the white-haired and the red-faced ones, died suddenly!"

Pang Ban calmly said, "You and 'White-Haired Beauty' ganged up on Ren Shaoyang, didn't you?"

Fang Yeyu nodded heavily: "Yes."

Pang Ban grunted, then walked to Liu Yaozhi's corpse and looked down at it.

A sword wound slashed half of his face, his eyeball was shattered, and his ear was missing. However, the wound was very small, and the blood loss was minimal.

Logically speaking, such a wound should not be enough to kill a master like Liu Yaozhi.

But the reality is that he died.

Moreover, his face still held a half-smile, an expression of relief at surviving a disaster, which undoubtedly indicated that his death was very sudden.

Pang Ban narrowed his eyes and suddenly waved his sleeve.

With a "hiss," Liu Yaozhi's skin was suddenly torn open from her cheek to her neck and then to her chest, as if cleaved by a sharp blade.

Fang Yeyu looked over and his eyes narrowed. He saw that Liu Yaozhi's heart had been pulverized into mincemeat, and a thin channel extended from her cheek all the way to her heart.

That's why he died suddenly!
"I understand!" Fang Yeyu suddenly said, "I also sensed that sinister sword energy back then."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Pang Ban frown and slap himself in the chest with his backhand.

Fang Yeyu looked bewildered, but also relieved, thinking to himself, "It's alright, dying at Master's hands is not bad either."

Just as he was lost in thought, the hand had already left his chest.

Fang Yeyu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, like being stabbed by needles or knives. The pain then shifted to his shoulder, and with a "hiss," blood spurted from his shoulder!
The guards on either side rushed forward to support him, while Pang Ban clapped his hands and said indifferently, "That was quite insidious. If it had been any later, your heart meridian would have been damaged, and there would have been no way to save you."

Fang Yeyu waved away his attendants, clutching his shoulder, and said, "Thank you so much, Master, for saving my life!"

"Get up."

"Thank you, Master."

Pang Ban said calmly, with his hands behind his back, "Your footsteps are a little heavier than usual, which shows that you are affected by this great defeat and your mind is in turmoil."

Fang Yeyu bowed and said, "I made a mistake in my thinking and brought such a great enemy upon my master, so I am feeling very heavy-hearted."

Pang Ban smiled slightly and said, "You are my disciple, Pang Ban. It's no problem for you to offend anyone, even Zhu Yuanzhang."

A wave of emotion washed over Fang Yeyu, and he said earnestly, "I understand, Master!"

“Hmm.” Pang Dianban nodded and continued, “Tell me everything that happened after you met Ren Shaoyang and the others.”

"Yes."

Fang Yeyu responded respectfully.

He then recounted everything in detail, down to the point where Ren Shaoyang responded to his recruitment with the "Three Treasures of Life".

Pang Ban laughed and said, "Ye Yu, I have learned the saying 'Third-rate Daoist,' which is enough to suppress 99% of the masters in the martial arts world." He then changed the subject and shook his head, saying, "But Ren Shaoyang responded with the 'Three Treasures of Human Body,' which makes my words seem weak and obscure."

His gaze was fixed on the distance. The sky was already bright, and under the rising sun, his imposing figure stood like a mountain.

"In this way, I, your teacher, have lost face."

Fang Yeyu was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Master, why did it have to come to this?"

Pang Ban laughed and said, "When martial arts reach the level of me, Lang Fanyun, Li Ruohai, and Ren Shaoyang, it's no longer about martial arts moves, but more about magnanimity and character!"

"The concept of Taoist cultivation is too rigid in its distinction between Tao and demon, and compared to one's aspirations in life, it is ultimately too narrow in its perspective."

Fang Yeyu's heart was stirred by a huge wave, and he said, "Why does Ren Shaoyang want to..."

"Why is he discussing philosophy with you?"

Fang Yeyu nodded.

Pang Ban laughed and said, "This person is particularly good at criticizing and deceiving, and naturally seized on your weakness of not having realized it yourself. So he took advantage of me from afar."

"You're not a human being!" Fang Yeyu said angrily. "You're a real scoundrel!"

Pang Ban smiled slightly, patted his shoulder, and said softly, "Ye Yu, don't be discouraged. You can't make the right choice every time you take a step in life. If you make a mistake, you make a mistake. If you had to do it all over again, with your experience and mindset at the time, you would probably still make the same choice. Don't blame yourself for what you did back then."

"Have you not heard the saying, 'The past cannot be changed, but the future can be pursued'?" Fang Yeyu nodded and respectfully said, "Yeyu has learned much." He then asked, "What should I do next? Please teach me, Master!"

Pang Ban said, "Ren Shaoyang has reached a level of skill that is close to the Dao. He is a peerless master who is no less than Li Ruohai. His companions, Hongxiu and Li Ding'an, are also extremely powerful."

"I fought with the three of them just now. Although I seriously injured them, I was also seriously injured myself and will not be able to fight for three months."

Pang Ban looked up at the sky and laughed loudly: "What a fine 'Three Fiends of the Northern Frontier'! This is the first time in sixty years that I, Pang Ban, have been injured."

Fang Yeyu was startled and quickly asked, "Master."

Pang Ban waved his hand, his voice turning cold: "Immediately mobilize all available manpower to kill Ren Shaoyang and Li Ding'an, and bring Hongxiu back! Strike while the iron is hot and finish them off! Otherwise, if we miss this opportunity, apart from your master and Lang Fanyun, no one in the world can control them!"

"Yes!"

Fang Yeyu and the others readily agreed.
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Three days later.

At sunrise, in a small town hundreds of miles from Yangshuo.

Old Wu was busy at his pancake stall.

He carefully arranged the steaming hot steamed buns, and then served several jars of homemade pickled vegetables, preparing to welcome the guests.

While I was busy, I suddenly heard a rumbling sound behind me.

Old Wu was taken aback. He knew that the stone-paved roads in this town were extremely uneven. Even if an old turtle crawled fast, it would wear through its shell. Normally, one had to walk very carefully.

But you can hear this sound.

What the hell!

Someone is speeding in town!
Old Wu hurriedly turned his head, and what he saw made him instantly terrified.

Then a white donkey appeared, its eyes wide, mouth crooked, tongue lolling out, pulling a donkey cart that was galloping straight toward him!

A young man in tattered clothes, his chest covered in blood, was driving the donkey at breakneck speed. The donkey was braying loudly, its hooves churning like a whirlwind, and it was completely out of sight!

Old Wu was indeed short and thin, dark-skinned and skinny. When he saw the donkey charging towards him, he was so frightened that he cried out loudly.

The neighbors were also running around shouting, "Old Wu, get out of the way!"

But Lao Wu was already so weak that he couldn't move an inch.

Seeing the donkey cart about to rush over, Lao Wu felt sorry for the steamed buns and pickled vegetables, so he instinctively stepped back, wanting to block the stall.

But the young man on the donkey cart suddenly pulled the reins, and with a "squeak," the donkey cart drifted away, executing a beautiful fishtail, grazing Old Wu's nose, and then sped off.

Old Wu was left standing there dumbfounded.

Just as he turned his head to look, suddenly the sound of hooves rang out again, and the donkey cart actually reversed backwards!
Old Wu screamed in fright and was about to fall to the ground when he suddenly felt a strong force wrap around his waist, stopping him. Then a tired but handsome face approached and asked, "How much!"

Old Wu was terrified and stammered, "I, I..." He hurriedly pulled out a few copper coins from his pocket, saying with a pained expression, "They're all here, take them all!"

Ren Shaoyang's nostrils flared with anger as he shouted, "What do I need money for? I'm asking how much these steamed buns cost!"

"Huh? Huh?" Old Wu was taken aback.

Ren Shaoyang gestured with his hand and said, "Hurry up, I'm buying them all!"

"Uh, uh, about ninety coins."

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang reached into his pocket, pulled out a two-tael silver ingot, cut it in half with his finger, stuffed it into his pocket, and said, "Pack it up for me!"

"well!"

Old Wu suddenly realized what was happening and quickly found lotus leaves to wrap the steamed buns, then carried them over step by step.

But then Ren Shaoyang waved his left hand, and with a whoosh, the pile of steamed buns jumped into the air and landed in his hand.

Strangely enough, the steamed buns that Lao Wu had gone to great lengths to carry were treated like straws by this ragged young man, who casually stuffed them into the carriage.

Just as Lao Wu was staring in disbelief, a weak voice came from inside the donkey cart: "Some pickled vegetables to go with the flatbread."

Ren Shaoyang rolled his eyes: "You've got quite a good appetite."

The voice said aggrievedly, "Eating just a pancake is too dry."

Another voice rang out: "That's right, that's right."

Ren Shaoyang put his hands on his hips and said, "Do you want me to buy you some donkey meat to eat with?"

"Okay, okay!" *2
The two weak voices immediately perked up.

White donkey:
As they were talking, Old Wu had already loaded a jar of pickled vegetables onto the donkey cart, chuckling, "Great hero, this is a gift for you, no money needed."

Ren Shaoyang looked at him in surprise, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay." He tossed the remaining half of the silver to him, "Don't tell anyone where we went."

With a slap on the donkey's rump, the white donkey brayed loudly and continued pulling the cart at full speed.

Old Wu clutched the silver coins and looked into the distance. He saw that the donkey cart was exquisitely carved and was indeed a fine vehicle, but unfortunately, it was covered in mud and water from somewhere and was filthy beyond recognition. He couldn't help but sigh, "This... this has been robbed?"

Before the words were finished, suddenly there was another commotion and screams from the other end of the stone path, mixed with the faint sound of thunderous hooves.

Old Wu was startled and looked up.

What the hell!

This time, dozens of fierce-looking riders were galloping at full speed, smashing the stalls that hadn't been cleared away and causing the crowd to flee for their lives.

As they swept past, Lao Wu vaguely saw among the knights a tall, thin man with delicate features and a sinister gaze, who glanced at him sideways.

"Clang!"

Old Wu was struck dumb, and the silver in his hand fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)