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Chapter 131 Fighting
It was the bald monks who made the first move.

There were four people at the table. Three of them drew their steel knives and surrounded Zhou You in a triangular formation, slowly approaching him. The other person sat upright on one side of the table and took out a pair of Buddhist prayer beads from his hand.

Unlike ordinary prayer beads, the bald monk's string of beads was pure white and round, seemingly a rare and high-quality item. But upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the beads were actually made up of infant skulls, which had somehow been shrunk to the size of beads using a secret method!

Considering the information that has been circulating about this script, the monk's identity is quite obvious.

"Are you a member of Tantric Buddhism?"

The monk grinned and sneered.

"I am not very talented. I have only studied under my master for a few years and learned a little bit."

Then, ignoring Zhou You and even his companions, he started spinning the skull rosary, and chanting began.

"Om Ha Cha Ma La Wa Re Yang So Ha".

In a daze, the scenery before my eyes gradually faded away, and the ordinary eatery was gilded with a layer of gold. Amidst the fragrant powder, golden sand fell in a rustling sound, and countless strange and inexplicable chants were sung all around, sealing off all the doors and windows.

—This is a plan to cut off their own escape route and avoid having to fight a guerrilla war!

Zhou You didn't panic. Instead, he took a deep breath and grinned.

"It seems you all did a lot of research beforehand. But I'm curious, I've only just come out of the forest, how did you find me and even manage to ambush me on my usual route?"

This time, it was the thin bamboo pole that made the sound.

"Actually, it's not difficult. It just costs a lot of money to instruct local soldiers and yamen runners to keep an eye out at the checkpoints. They report anything suspicious and then filter out the murderer from among them."

Zhou You was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"I'm truly flattered. It must have cost you a lot of money to find this place."

“Yes, it did cost quite a bit of money,” the skinny man sighed. Although the situation was on the verge of erupting, the two seemed to be having a casual chat at home, showing no signs of tension. “But it’s not a big problem. Getting the token from you is a huge profit, not to mention that we’ve already gotten most of the money back.”

Even to onlookers, the words "take back" carried a strong stench of bloodshed.

Therefore, the fate of those soldiers was self-evident.

...This is the consequence of taking money that you shouldn't have taken.

Zhou You wanted to say something more, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the thin bamboo pole.

“My friend, don’t try to stall for time. The fact that we dared to ambush you here means we’ve already made thorough preparations. Although Brother Kejie only studied with a Tantric master for a few years, this replica of the Kalachakra mandala can last for at least half an hour. Besides, we’re not that useless Ugly Gu Po. We clearly have considerable skills and can’t be ambushed and killed by you.”

As the skinny man spoke the first half of the story, Zhou You had already started touching his nose. But when he spoke the last sentence, he suddenly paused.

—Killed by a sneak attack?
Wait a minute, why would this person think that way?
...Could it be that this guy knew how those Gu corpses died, and then assumed that the adulterous couple were killed in the same way?

But the skinny guy couldn't possibly answer him. He waved his hand and directly instructed the bald men to take action.

"This guy's sword is fast, but we just need to keep him from using it. Besides, he doesn't have a sword right now—so let's finish this quickly and leave some time to deal with the restaurant owner and cook, then we'll head straight for the Bodhi Temple!"

The three monks who had surrounded them immediately joined forces and rushed forward.

Zhou You stopped thinking about it. He shook his head and instantly drew the Duanxie sword from his Diancang Ring. Under the astonished gazes of the others, he drew the sword from its sheath.

The first monk who came towards them immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Wait a minute, where did he get his sword from?!"

The words had barely left his lips when a cold glint of light provided the answer. The monk had no choice but to hold his sword horizontally in front of him—judging from his stance, he was also a trained fighter, and his defensive posture was the right response to this unexpected sword strike.

But that's just the normal situation.

The moment the knife and sword made contact, a sentence flashed through the monk's mind.

—That's incredible strength, unbelievable.

Despite his small size, this guy seemed like a lama practicing Vajrayana, and his strength actually suppressed me by several points!

Then, the second idea was...

—How can this sword be so sharp?
His iron-forged longsword didn't even last a single round before it was sliced ​​in half like a block of soft tofu. The sword swept down from top to bottom, and it took him a full second to react.

He got slashed.

Blood gushed from the wound, and the monk collapsed limply with an incredulous expression!

Only a few breaths had passed by then.

"He killed Kezheng!"

One of the monks suddenly let out a roar—presumably because the dead man was related to him—but his grief was immediately suppressed by the thin bamboo pole.

"Shut up! Keep surrounding him and don't give him any room to maneuver. Once you capture him, the leader will naturally avenge you. But if you mess this up, not only will the leader not let you off the hook, but my Gu worm will also not let you go!!"

After saying that, the skinny bamboo pole made a hand seal.

The bald monk who had been lying on the ground suddenly exploded, and a cloud of green mist rose from it, from which several jet-black scorpions crawled out of the flesh and blood.

"No, he's using your brother's corpse to perform rituals! Can you really tolerate that?"

While Zhou You was stirring up trouble with his words, he changed his sword stance to a sweeping motion, and with a swift cut, a scorpion was instantly sliced ​​in two.
Unfortunately, whether the monks' brotherly affection was merely superficial or the skinny bamboo pole's accumulated power was too overwhelming, he remained completely unprovoked and simply stepped over the corpse—

As the long sword was swung out, the monk, knowing the sharpness of the sword in Zhou You's hands, deliberately avoided the front of the blade and slashed from the other side.

Zhou You, however, did not dodge at all. He exerted force with his feet, and his sword strike immediately became even faster. Thus, he struck the monk's blade directly, even though he was behind.

Although this strike didn't sever the blade as easily as before, it still managed to deflect the longsword. Then, Zhou You ducked, dodging another blade while simultaneously drawing a dagger and stabbing it into the abdomen of the person in front of him.

Then, twist it hard!
The monk let out a scream, clutching his bleeding stomach and bending over. Zhou You seized the opportunity to kick him again, knocking him to the ground and crushing another scorpion that was about to unleash its stinger.

In the blink of an eye, only one of the three bald men who had surrounded them remained.

The skinny man's face also turned extremely ugly.

Only now does he realize that he was wrong.

And it's so wrong.

—This man's sword is indeed fast.

But it wasn't as fast as they imagined; it was so fast it was like a ghost!
But now they're in a bind, and even knowing they've met their match, they can only grit their teeth and keep fighting.

Then he shouted at the monk who was chanting mantras.

"Forget about capturing them alive or not, this is a tough case. Let's change the altar first!"

(End of this chapter)