Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 137 Saving from Suffering and Removing Sins
Qi Yun moved quickly, and soon he was close to the village entrance.

He did not conceal his tracks; instead, he slowed his pace and walked step by step toward the noisy and chaotic place.

He began to recite the "Supreme Mysterious Treasure Sutra of Salvation from Suffering" in a low and clear voice. The sound of the sutra was not loud at first, but it strangely penetrated the noise and echoed with a sense of solemnity and compassion.

The captain, Zhang Xingzheng, was standing at the village entrance on his horse, supervising his soldiers' "work" when he suddenly heard the untimely chanting and turned around abruptly.

Qi Yun, holding a long sword, walked steadily from the edge of the woods outside the village, his face calm and even tinged with pity.

Zhang Xing's brows furrowed instantly, and he shouted sternly, "It's you again, you old fox! I already let you off once, but now you've come back. What are you trying to do?"

Get out of here right now, or don't blame military law for being merciless!

Qi Yun seemed not to hear, his gaze sweeping over the bound young men, the kneeling, pleading old men, and the wailing women. His chanting suddenly intensified, becoming like a resounding bell, shaking the very soul.
"At that time, the Savior from Suffering Heavenly Venerable, pervading the ten directions, constantly uses his divine power to save all sentient beings..."

This action is undoubtedly a provocation!
Zhang Xing flew into a rage, his murderous intent rising: "Playing tricks! You're courting death! Seize her!"

Upon receiving the order, the two cavalrymen beside him immediately spurred their horses forward with sinister smiles, raising their sabers and slashing at Qi Yun from the left and right with a gust of wind!

The combined attack of the two soldiers, though only two in number, already possessed a fierce and devastating momentum.

Qi Yun continued chanting sutras without stopping. Seeing the twin blades approaching, he slightly turned his body and suddenly drew his long sword from its sheath!

Keng!
The sword light flashed like autumn water, only for a moment!
Before the cavalryman on the left could strike, a thin line of blood appeared on his throat. His eyes were filled with astonishment as he clutched his throat and fell from his horse.

Almost simultaneously, Qi Yun flicked his wrist, and the spine of his sword struck the right cavalryman's wrist with pinpoint accuracy. A clear "crack" of bone breaking could be heard, and the cavalryman screamed as his saber slipped from his hand. Qi Yun then kicked out, striking him squarely in the chest, sending him flying off his horse, spitting out blood, clearly beyond saving.

In the blink of an eye, two elite cavalrymen had died on the spot!
"What a scoundrel!" Zhang Xing roared, his eyes bloodshot with rage, unable to contain himself any longer.

He drew a thick-backed cleaver from beside his saddle, spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed as it charged toward Qi Yun. Using the horse's momentum, he cleaved down with a powerful and heavy blow, as if he wanted to split Qi Yun and the earth in two!

Qi Yun did not take the attack head-on. Instead, he used his martial arts steps to move lightly and gracefully, like a ghost, to avoid the sharp edge.

The sword tip pointed at the horse's eye, startling the warhorse, which reared up. Zhang Xing hurriedly tried to control the horse.

Qi Yun seized the opportunity to leap forward, his sword flashing, aiming straight for the vital points on the opponent's body.

Zhang Xingneng, as a captain, was no ordinary man. He was strong and his swordsmanship was fierce and sharp. It was a skill he had honed in battle. It was simple and direct, yet every move was deadly.

He fought back fiercely, and the clash of swords produced a series of ear-piercing metallic clangs!

Hearing the commotion, the cavalrymen who were seizing grain and conscripting men in the village rushed over, drawing their weapons, and tried to surround Qi Yun.

Suddenly, Qi Yun was surrounded by more than twenty well-trained cavalrymen!

Although these cavalrymen did not possess profound martial arts skills, they knew how to cooperate. They thrust with their spears, slashed with their sabers, and trampled with their horses' hooves, covering each other and forming a dangerous strangulation net!
A strong wind howled, and the flashing swords and shadows engulfed Qi Yun's figure.

Qi Yun remained calm, his chanting grew louder, and he weaved and dodged through the encirclement, unleashing the full power of the Five Elements Thunderclap Sword Technique!

The five-colored true qi flowed continuously through the sword, blasting the cavalrymen and their swords flying.

With each flash of sword light, someone will inevitably fall to the ground, groaning in pain or dying.

Blood splattered, staining his clothes and the ground beneath his feet.

The chanting of sutras was strangely intertwined with the sounds of fighting and screams, creating an extremely eerie, bloody, yet compassionate scene!
Seeing the heavy casualties among his men, Zhang Xing's eyes turned completely red.

He seized an opening, leaped off his horse, and fought on foot. He swung his thick-backed cleaver in a wide arc, pouring all his strength into it with unstoppable momentum. The blade whistled as he aimed straight for Qi Yun's head! This was a strike that concentrated all his killing intent and power!
At this critical moment, Qi Yun seemingly casually formed a strange hand seal with his left hand, paused while reciting scriptures, and shouted in a low voice: "Freeze!"

An invisible, intangible thread shot out from his fingertip and instantly entered Zhang Xing's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint!

Zhang Xingqian's fierce momentum suddenly froze!
As if frozen in an instant, his blood and qi solidified, and his eyes were filled with horror and disbelief. The earth-shattering slash was frozen in mid-air, unable to move!
Just a moment later, the thread snapped!
Even if it was only for a breath!
But for Qi Yun, that was enough!
"Wildfire!"

On the sword's edge, the milky white true qi suddenly transformed into a blazing orange-red, wreathed in heart fire!

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Qi Yun thrust out his sword with lightning speed!

puff!

The burning tip of the sword pierced Zhang Xing's throat with pinpoint accuracy!
The shock in Zhang Xing's eyes froze, and the moment his body regained its mobility, endless darkness descended.

He opened his mouth, made a few gurgling sounds as air leaked out, and then fell heavily backward, dying instantly!

With the captain dead, the remaining cavalry were thrown into complete chaos and utterly terrified.

Qi Yun showed no mercy, his sword flashing once more, like a tiger among sheep, invincible in its path.

Whether stabbing, slicing, chopping, or pointing, every sword strike will inevitably bring down a person.

Wherever he went, he left behind a trail of corpses and a thick stench of blood.

Finally, when the last cavalryman who tried to escape was pierced through the back of the sword and fell to the ground, there was not a single soldier left standing at the entrance of the village.

The chanting resumed, becoming low and solemn.

Qi Yun was covered in blood, but his face was unusually calm, even carrying a sense of solemnity and compassion as if he had completed a grand ceremony.

The sound of chanting echoed through the deathly silent village, creating an eerie contrast with the previous cries and battles.

After a long time, the ritual to deliver the deceased was completed.

Qi Yun slowly sheathed his sword and turned his gaze to a person who was walking slowly out of the village.

The constable, Chen Feng, was already pale and trembling all over.

He had not previously made a move against Qi Yun.

Qi Yun looked at him and spoke calmly.

"Officer Chen, your sins are still minor, and there is still a trace of reluctance in your heart."

Upon returning, I will report the truth: this matter was entirely my doing, Qi Yun's doing.

Chen Feng seemed to wake from a dream. Looking at the scene before him, which resembled a battlefield, and then at the Taoist priest standing there covered in blood with a compassionate expression, he was filled with endless shock.

His lips trembled, and in the end he said nothing. He simply clasped his hands in a deep fist, turned around, staggered to find an abandoned warhorse, mounted it, cracked the whip hard, and galloped away without looking back.

Qi Yun stood silently for a moment, no longer looking at the mess on the ground, then turned and walked towards the villagers inside the village who were terrified and trembling.

(End of this chapter)