The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 140 Western Poison Sitting on the Buddha's Head

Datong was the capital of the Northern Wei Dynasty for a century. At that time, it was called Pingcheng. During the Tang Dynasty, it was established as Yunzhou. After the Liao Dynasty, it became Datong Prefecture.

"Nine dragons coil on the glazed screen wall, seemingly soaring through the clouds." This describes Huayan Temple in Datong, built during the Chongxi era of the Liao Dynasty. Zhou Yan visited this temple during his university years.

A fresh rain reveals the green mountains, and sunlight shines through the clouds onto the earth.

As the rain began to fall, Zhou Yan happened to pass by Huayan Temple, so he went inside to take shelter from the rain and pay his respects.

There weren't many worshippers in the temple, and the environment was serene. Along the way, ancient trees reached for the sky, and the lush greenery was dense. He arrived at the Mahavira Hall and burned three sticks of incense.

The Buddha statue is solemn and magnificent, with a compassionate face and gentle features. Its hands are in a mudra, with the index finger raised. Because the temple was not built a long time ago, the Buddha's body is richly painted, unlike anything seen in another world.

Zhou Yan paid homage to the Buddha statue and then looked around at each of the statues as he walked.

Outside the temple, Ouyang Feng dismounted his camel and strolled over.

When Ouyang and his nephew, along with Yang Kang, arrived at Changfeng Escort Agency, Helian Zhantai naturally treated them with great hospitality.

In Zhongdu, the Western Poison King's mansion was secluded and tranquil, and he could sit comfortably in his elegant abode. The Changfeng Escort Agency was noisy and crowded, which displeased him. He didn't even greet Ouyang Ke and Yang Kang, and instead wandered off to Huayan Temple.

Ouyang Feng admired the scenery from the Sutra Repository and walked along the rows of temple buildings to the Mahavira Hall. He entered the hall and found it spacious and cool. A gentle breeze blew in, and a thousand lotus-shaped longevity lamps floated gently from low to high, like lotuses in motion. The scene was otherworldly, as if he were in a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss bathed in Buddhist light. He felt refreshed and relaxed, and the anger that had been building up in his heart from being tricked by Hong Qigong dissipated considerably.

There were very few worshippers in the hall. Ouyang Feng glanced around and spotted Zhou Yan's back. It looked very familiar.

Having no friends in the Western Regions and being a very suspicious person, Ouyang Feng went to Zhou Yan.

"Young man, do you not burn incense when you visit the Buddha?"

Ouyang Feng's voice, sharp as a broken cymbal, reached Zhou Yan's ears like thunder.

He secretly groaned, wondering why he kept running into Ouyang Feng no matter where he went.

In a flash, Zhou Yan weighed his options. He knew that Ouyang Feng was ruthless and suspicious, and that his coming forward to greet him must have some doubts.

Ouyang Feng had never seen his own face, but they had fought before. If he turned around and spoke to his opponent, the latter could easily recognize him by observing his features in just a few words. With Ouyang Feng's sharp eyes, this wouldn't be difficult. Not only would he lose the initiative, but he would also be trapped in the Great Buddha Hall with no chance of survival.

Inside the hall, ancient Buddha statues and green lamps.

The birdsong outside was melodious.

Zhou Yan's back was already beaded with cold sweat.

In life, there are too many unpredictable things. This moment is probably the most dangerous since he transmigrated. Zhou Yan exhaled slightly, controlled his heartbeat, calmed his breathing, and tried his best to keep himself in a natural state.

The moment he turned around, his right hand reached into his robe.

As Zhou Yan turned and his profile came into Ouyang Feng's view, he gathered his strength from the outside in, his external power and internal energy converging simultaneously. Suddenly, white powder billowed out, covering Ouyang Feng head-on.

Inside the main hall of Huayan Temple, Ouyang Feng roared and flew at high speed, causing dust to swirl around him like a tidal wave. He revealed his gleaming white teeth and used his inner strength to move his clothes. The smoke swirled in the air, and his sleeves, like the bronze cymbals of Lingzhi Shangren, slammed towards Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan unleashed the most powerful and majestic move from the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms," "Riding the Six Dragons."

"bang"

Dust swirled and ripples spread.

Zhou Yan slid backwards for several feet, leaving two straight lines on the ground, before crashing into the offering table. Behind him, one after another, longevity lamps made of blue lotus flowers fell like rain.

Ouyang Feng's white figure then floated out from the lime dust in an instant.

Zhou Yan spun around, using the "Whirlwind Sweeping Leaves Kick," his legs moving in a coordinated manner, sometimes covering and sometimes closing in; in an instant, he leaped and kicked, and suddenly, one after another, the green lotus lanterns fell towards Ouyang Feng like arrows.

Inside the main hall, light danced and Ouyang Feng's vision blurred. He waved his sleeves like an open iron fan, and in an instant, the green lamps burst open, and lamp oil splattered everywhere.

A flame landed on Ouyang Feng, and the Western Poison's clothes suddenly burst into flames.

Suddenly, a loud "clang" rang out from inside the hall, and Ouyang Feng's Toad Style Kung Fu, with its demonic force, was unleashed with both palms.

Zhou Yan had considered withdrawing immediately, but Ouyang Feng's attack was fierce, and his figure grew larger in the blink of an eye.

His move, "Shocking the Hundred Miles," involved pushing both palms forward horizontally, a move of extreme power and ferocity from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

"boom"

Zhou Yan was sent flying backward, his body landing in the palm of the Buddha.

"puff"

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. Ouyang Feng, his body engulfed in flames, rose from beneath the Buddha's hand.

Zhou Yan exerted all his potential, using the Quanzhen Sect's "Golden Goose Skill." His body rose like a goose, landing on the Buddha's head. He then used his toes to lift himself up again, unleashing a move called "Dragon Fighting in the Wild" towards the top of the hall.

Under the blazing sunlight, the roof of the Mahavira Hall of Huayan Temple burst open, scattering tiles everywhere.

Zhou Yan rushed out and landed above, while Ouyang Feng appeared at the same time.

His body jolted, his arm muscles cracked, as crisp as a whip, and his "Flipping Fist" elbow strike came down. Ouyang Feng caught it in mid-air, his body suddenly sinking, while Zhou Yan bounced back, landing on the roof and tumbling off the tiles.

After landing, the Western Poison sat on the head of the Buddha. His condition was actually much better than when Zhou Yan plotted against Ouyang Ke, but the repeated attacks had inevitably affected him. His eyes were burning and his clothes were still on fire.

He didn't bother chasing Zhou Yan. With a quick flick of his sleeve, he extinguished the flames, then leaped into the main hall and asked a monk for sesame oil to wash his eyes.

……

Blood was seeping from the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth, his vision was blurred, and everything around him seemed to be shrouded in a hazy fog. It felt as if an immense weight was pressing down on him from all directions, making his body feel too heavy to bear.

He felt shortness of breath and his muscles were cramping and numb.

The intense pain brought him to his senses, and he staggered out of the temple gate to the "Jade Lion Under the Night".

Horses are intelligent; they snort and pound their hooves on the ground as if calling out.

The jade Guanyin continuously emitted a gentle and warm energy that flowed into the body, relaxing muscles and tendons, and nourishing the internal organs. Zhou Yan then took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and poured out a few "Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pills" given to him by Lu Chengfeng.

After returning to Zhongdu, these pills were given to Zhang Wangyue, Huyan Lei, Wang Kui, Yang Tiexin, and others. They recognized their value from the fragrance and said they were life-saving elixirs, so they didn't take more than their share. Therefore, Zhou Yan kept some for himself.

He swallowed a few pills, untied the reins, and struggled to climb onto the horse's back.

"Leave the city." Zhou Yan turned his horse around.

The "Jade Lion Under the Night" galloped away with its four hooves turned upside down.

The horse ran fast and steadily, but even so, the slightest sway made Zhou Yan feel as if his body was churning inside, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhou Yan crouched low, crawling on the horse's back like a gecko.

The wind howled, and the screams from the long street gradually faded into the distance. His consciousness gradually sank, and the blurry scenery in his vision changed. When he reached the mountains and fields on the outskirts of the city, he tightened the reins, and "Night-Shining Jade Lion" darted into the path as if by telepathy.

After traveling a few more miles, Zhou Yan's mind went blank. He tumbled off his horse and landed in the woods on the side.

The "Jade Lion Under the Night" roared and followed.

……

A lone figure, on horseback, with a horn bow and a longsword.

Li Mochou dismounted at the restaurant.

"Please come in, sir."

Li Mochou handed the reins to the waiter and stepped inside. Scattered among the eight or nine customers were martial arts practitioners, all exuding a strong bandit-like aura.

Why would she care about ordinary figures in the martial arts world now?

"Sir, what would you like?"

"A few of my signature dishes, a pot of fine tea." Li Mochou removed her veil and smoothed her long, dark hair that had been pressed down for so long.

Her hair was thick and smooth. As the light streamed in through the window, her silky hair resembled a complete curtain of light, and her fingers flowed through it like a comb, without any obstruction.

"Aren't you going yet!"

"Right away." Coming to his senses, the waiter hurried towards the kitchen, thinking to himself that the girl looked like a fairy, so beautiful.

The afternoon sun was strong and the temperature was not low, but Li Mochou felt as if it were a cool day with heavy rain last year.

I met Zhou Yan at this restaurant.

He was sitting in the same seat he had sat in before.

At the table where Zhou Yan had sat were four江湖人士 (jianghu figures) with lewd eyes who were constantly spying on him.

She gave a soft, cold snort and lightly waved her right hand.

The man from the martial arts world by the window couldn't help but look at Li Mochou once again.

With a loud crash, the teacup on the table shattered.

The scalding hot tea splashed onto my body.

The four men jumped back, giving Li Mochou a complicated look. They knew they had encountered a formidable opponent and had offended her. They quickly paid the bill and left.

Li Mochou chuckled and shattered the porcelain bowl with her "Jade Peak Needle," displaying a skill reminiscent of Zhou Yan's arrows, which flew in rapid succession without ever missing their mark.

"I wonder if he has arrived yet."

Li Mochou talked to herself.

(End of this chapter)