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

Chapter 145 Qingwei Temple, Four Great Altars
Although these people were dressed as commoners, they moved with great discipline, their eyes were sharp, and they exuded a menacing aura.

Songfeng was startled awake and looked on in horror.

The leader was a tall man with a hideous scar on his face that ran from his forehead to his jaw.

His gaze swept over the two people by the fire, finally landing on Qi Yun. He compared the poster with the one in his hand and grinned maliciously: "Damn it, it really is you!"

Brothers, the time to strike it rich has come! Take it! Dead or alive!

Just as everyone was about to pounce, Qi Yun moved.

He didn't draw his sword; his figure flickered like a ghost and disappeared from the spot, appearing directly in front of the scarred leader the next moment!
The leader felt a blur before his eyes, and a gust of evil wind rushed towards him. In a great panic, he swung his sword to strike!

But they cut nothing!
Qi Yun's hand had somehow landed on the wrist of the man wielding the knife, and he squeezed and tugged at it!
The scarred leader suddenly felt a sharp, tingling pain in his entire arm, and his steel knife clattered to the ground.

He tried to resist, but Qi Yun's other hand, with fingers like a sword, swiftly struck several acupoints on his chest!
The scarred leader froze instantly, rooted to the spot like a puppet, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.

All of this happened too fast. The other bandits had only taken two steps when they saw that their leader was already under someone else's control. They were immediately afraid to act rashly and stood frozen in place, surrounding Qi Yun and his companion, but dared not go forward.

Qi Yun subdued the leader, but his gaze fell on the man's waist. There hung an ordinary-looking iron plaque.

Upon closer inspection, the three characters "Qingwei Guan" were found engraved on it!
"Qingwei Temple?" Qi Yun asked, frowning.

Although the scarred leader was subdued, he still stubbornly retorted, "Pah! It's good that you know our name!"

You'd better let me go if you know what's good for you, or else...

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yun tightened his fingertips slightly.

The scarred leader immediately felt as if the pressure point had been pierced by a red-hot iron rod, and he groaned in pain as cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"Are you people from Qingwei Temple?"

"Indeed! I am from Qingwei Temple, under the command of the Red Sun Altar Master. I did not expect my brother's martial arts to be so high. As the saying goes, no fight, no friendship. This is also true."

Qi Yun had no patience to listen to his nonsense and interrupted him directly.

"It seems Qingwei Temple is quite lively. Who sent you? The Yongzhou government?"

Upon hearing this, the scarred leader frowned and immediately fell silent.

Qi Yun increased the force of his fingers, and a surge of scorching true qi penetrated the acupoint, coursing along the meridians, like countless fine needles pricking inside the body!
"Ah!" Scarface finally couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, his whole body trembling violently.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! It's Hongnong Prefecture. They used to keep to themselves, but this time, this time it was the prefectural clerk who sent the message directly, ordering us to intercept and kill you, and to give us half of the grain!"

Songfeng listened in stunned silence, feeling a chill run down his spine.

The government has actually colluded with ruthless bandits to this extent!

Using bandits to carry out assassinations and even divide up the rewards!
Qi Yun's eyes flashed even colder: "Yongzhou is suffering from a severe drought, and the people are living in misery."

What connection does the government's requisition of grain and conscription have with your Qingwei Temple?

The scarred leader was now in so much pain that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown and no longer concealed anything: "Of the grain that was requisitioned, some was used as military rations, some was sold at high prices to wealthy households in the city, and some was secretly sent to the temple so that we could buy grain from other states and send it in!"

"Brother, I didn't know your background before. If you let me go, I'll definitely get the authorities to drop the warrant for your arrest. I can't speak for other places, but in Yongzhou, no one will dare to bother you again. I can even introduce you to our Qingwei Temple, and we can all get rich together! Get rich together!"

"You beast!" Upon hearing this, the old Taoist Songfeng's hair stood on end, his anger rising, and he couldn't help but shout a fierce curse.

He finally understood why the disaster in Yongzhou had been so devastating!
It turns out it wasn't just a natural disaster, but also a man-made one!
It is this pack of jackals in human skin who are devouring the last vestiges of life on this land!

Qi Yun remained silent for a moment, then slowly withdrew his finger.

The scarred leader collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily, his eyes filled with nothing but fear.

Qi Yun's gaze swept over the surrounding bandits, who were filled with suspicion and uncertainty; none of them dared to meet his eyes.

"What is the current state of Qingwei Temple? Why does it still use this name?"

The man, panting heavily, said urgently, "Qingwei Temple... is now under the leadership of Abbot 'Xuanyou'. Under Abbot, there are four major altars: Chiyang Altar, Xuanshui Altar, Qingmu Altar, and Houtu Altar."

"The four altars?" Qi Yun repeated in a low voice.

A night wind suddenly arose, causing the campfire to flicker.

Song Feng was still indignantly chanting "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable" when he saw Qi Yun's right hand already on the hilt of the sword behind his back.

The longsword suddenly emitted a clear and long hum, like a dragon's roar from the abyss, and spontaneously shook open the cloth covering it, revealing a section of the ancient and simple pine-patterned scabbard.

"Qiang!"

The Chengyun Sword was suddenly drawn!
The sword light was not dazzlingly bright, but rather a deep, cold gleam like autumn water. The blade was covered with subtle, flowing patterns, and under the firelight, it seemed as if a section of the night had been captured and condensed into a blade.

Qi Yun flicked his wrist, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground. His figure stood like a lone pine tree on the cliff, and he said coldly, "Your sins will be paid off today."

The scarred leader was about to cry out in horror, but only saw a dark sword light flash across his vision like a cold lightning bolt.

The blade of Chengyun sliced ​​across his neck without the slightest resistance, as if a hot knife were cutting through solidified fat.

The leader's head flew off his neck, his face frozen in shock. Blood was about to gush from his neck cavity, but the sword had already gone far away, without being stained with a single drop of blood!
The sword still gleamed with a faint light, as cold and serene as ever.

The surrounding bandits were terrified. They let out a shout and lunged forward with their knives, but only managed to catch a fleeting afterimage.

Qi Yun followed the sword and stepped into the crowd.

In his hands, the Chengyun Sword sometimes cleaved the sky like a golden rainbow, swift and fierce; at other times, it flowed like gentle water around his finger, unpredictable and unpredictable.

Wherever the sword flashes, leather armor, sinews, bones, and weapons are all like tattered cotton, breaking instantly upon contact.

What's even more amazing is that the sword, which drinks blood and takes lives, remains as clean and new as ever. Blood droplets slide down the blade without leaving a trace, as if even the scalding blood cannot taint this sword.

The screams rose briefly and then stopped abruptly.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty ruthless bandits had all fallen to the ground, each killed with a single sword strike, their wounds perfectly smooth.

Beside the campfire, only Qi Yun stood alone, sword in hand. The sword, Cheng Yun, shone with a restrained, dark light, untouched by dust. Only a chilling sword aura permeated the surroundings, suppressing the flames.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, even though he knew the other party was utterly wicked, he still closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Amitabha! Forgive me! Forgive me!"
These parasites of the nation, these vile demons! Their sins are truly heinous!

Qi Yun's gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, his eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow.

He gazed into the deep darkness outside the temple, his eyes unfathomable, as if he had pierced through the layers of night and seen the corrupt and filthy Yongzhou government office that colluded with bandits.

We also saw the den of evil on Nanping Mountain, which was called a place of quiet cultivation but was actually a den of sin.

After a long while, he slowly sheathed his sword.

The soft sound seemed like a signal. He suppressed his murderous intent, his face returned to calm, and he sat down cross-legged on the scorched earth that had just experienced the carnage.

The deep and clear chanting of the sutras for salvation rang out again, flowing like a clear spring, washing away the bloodshed and resentment in the area.

The voice was gentle, guiding his confused soul onto the path to rebirth.

Seeing this, Songfeng also suppressed his grief and indignation, sat solemnly to the side, and silently assisted in chanting.

The sound of the scriptures carried far across the desolate wasteland, mingling with the howling night wind, like the last echo of compassion in this merciless world.

After the ritual was completed, Qi Yun stood up and looked towards the southwest, where Nanping Mountain was located.

"Let's go. There's no rush to Nanping Mountain, let's go check out Hongnong Prefecture first!"

The two figures set off again, disappearing into the vast night, leaving behind only a deathly silence and a bonfire that was about to burn out, silently telling the story of the thunderous wrath and the compassionate salvation that had just occurred.

(End of this chapter)