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

Chapter 38 Escort

The young man hung up the phone, walked to the back of the car, and with a loud bang, opened the trunk.

He roughly dragged out Qi Yun's bulging snakeskin bag, unzipped it, and began rummaging through it.

Soon, he pulled out the worn-out blue Taoist robe and held it in his hand, still wet.

The young man, carrying his Taoist robe, walked a few steps behind Qi Yun and let out a contemptuous sneer, a laugh that was particularly jarring in the rain.

"Ha, heretical cultivators? Killing people to practice their skills? And then donning the skin of a Taoist priest to pretend to be a god or ghost."

You're fucking awesome!

"Tell me! Which school or lineage did you follow? Who's your master, some old coffin-stuff?!"

The gun barrel remained firmly pointed at Qi Yun's back.

Qi Yun squatted there, his back to the gun barrel and the questioning, as silent as a stone.

What could he possibly say? The Five Viscera Theory? Xuanjizi? Crimson Hunting Fire? The Black Laws and Edicts of Beiyin Fengdu?
If any of these statements were uttered, they would only be dismissed as madness, and might even solidify the label of "heretical practitioner."

Rain streamed down his cheeks, and he pursed his lips.

"Hmph! Don't want to talk? Fine!"

The young man didn't seem to care, as if he had expected this.

He simply plopped down on the wet roof of the Xiali car. The rain immediately soaked his pants and back, but he didn't care. He just adjusted his posture to make sure the gun was always locked on the target.

"There will be plenty of time and ways to get you to talk!"
"You better hold your ground! If you move an inch, I'll shoot you dead. The report will say you resisted arrest and assaulted a police officer, and you'll still get a commendation!"

The two remained locked in this stalemate in the increasingly heavy rain.

Time seemed to be soaked in rainwater, becoming viscous and flowing slowly.

Occasionally, when a bus or a truck carrying goods passes by, and they see a wrecked Xiali parked in the middle of the road with a gunman sitting on the roof and a handcuffed man squatting next to him, they are all so frightened that they immediately slow down, and some even want to turn around.

At this moment, the young man on the roof would suddenly raise a black leather badge, the outline of the police emblem blurred by the rain, and shout at the top of his lungs:

"Police investigation! Unauthorized personnel! Pass through quickly! Don't stop! Move along!"

His voice was loud and clear, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The drivers and passengers saw the police badge and the gun on his hands, their faces filled with surprise and uncertainty, but they dared not stop. They stepped on the gas and sped away from this place of trouble.

The wheels rolled over the puddles, splashing high, muddy water onto Qi Yun, who was standing by the roadside.

Along the border of Yunnan Province, there are many desperate criminals, but the police, in the end, represent order, making people subconsciously choose to obey and stay away.

They waited from afternoon until dusk.

The rain didn't stop; instead, it poured down harder and harder, and the sky became as dark as ink.

Rainwater gathered into streams, flowing freely across the road.

Qi Yun's hair and clothes were already soaked through, clinging to his body, and were icy cold.

However, his internal organs had already opened four orifices, and his blood and qi were far more vigorous than those of ordinary people. Even after squatting for so long, his legs remained steady and powerful, without the slightest numbness or trembling.

All of this was also seen by the young man who was staring intently at Qi Yun!
Just as the rain was pouring down and the sky was about to darken, Qi Yun's ear twitched almost imperceptibly.

A deep yet unusually violent engine roar, like muffled thunder rolling across a mountain stream, pierced through the thick rain curtain, rapidly approaching from afar!

“Woo-hum-hum!!!”

The sound amplified rapidly, carrying a domineering force that seemed to tear through the air!

Immediately afterwards, two bright, dazzling beams of light cleaved through the rain curtain, like the eyes of a giant beast, instantly piercing the dim sky!
A steel behemoth screeched to a halt beside the Xiali car, its tires screeching on the wet road and splashing up a large spray of water!

"What the hell! Crazy woman! You're the only one here? Where are the captain and the others?!" The young man on the roof of the car shouted as soon as he saw who it was.

"Zhao Yue!" A clear female voice rang out, carrying a distinct Jiangnan accent. Her tone was low, but every word was clear, drowning out the lingering sound of the engine and the rain.

"You think you're so great? What did you call me?" The owner of the voice was clearly very unhappy with the way he addressed her.

"Haha, Sister Chen! Miss Chen! This humble servant greets you!"

"Please, don't hold a grudge against me, okay?"

Zhao Yue immediately changed his tune with a grin, but his hand holding the gun remained firmly pointed at Qi Yun.

"Alright! Stop being so sarcastic! Didn't you already subdue him?"
"The captain and the others are in the city. I'm coming to help you with the escort! Him?"

The violent roar abruptly ceased, leaving only the monotonous sound of raindrops striking steel.

"That's the kid. Get up, slowly get up, and turn around!"

Qi Yun did as instructed.

As I turned around, I was met with a blinding burst of headlights!

Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see that the car that had stopped was a Harley-Davidson with sharp lines and a huge size!
The black fuel tank gleamed in the rain, the thick chrome exhaust pipe emitted wisps of white steam, and the wide tires were covered in mud, exuding a wild and untamed sense of power.

The sight of this thing on a mountain road in China in 95 was a strong visual impact in itself!

What made Qi Yun's heart skip a beat was the woman sitting astride the Harley.

She took off her helmet, shook her head, and her slightly wavy chestnut hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands clinging to her smooth forehead.

She wore a form-fitting black cycling leather jacket that accentuated her extremely graceful yet powerful curves.

Rainwater slid down her sharply defined cheeks, highlighting her striking and striking features, especially her eyes, which were now sharply scanning the area with a calm, scorched-blade gaze, carrying a scrutinizing and subtly probing look.

In the backlighting created by the interplay of strong light and rain, he could clearly see that even while he was joking around with "Sister Chen," Zhao Yue's arm holding the gun remained as steady as a rock, the muzzle firmly locked onto him.

That focus and coldness convinced Qi Yunxin that if he had dared to make any unusual moves before, this guy would have really opened fire at any moment!
"Oh, it really is him."

Sister Chen's gaze swept across Qi Yun's face, then glanced at the copy of the Nanjiang Daily that Zhao Yue had left on the roof of the car. She nodded, her tone carrying a hint of approval, "Zhao Yue, you've really hit the jackpot, managing to pick up such a 'big fish' halfway through your journey."

Zhao Yue sat on the roof of the car, wiped the rain off his face, and laughed heartily, with a hint of smugness.

"Damn it! Ever since I came to this Yunnan province, nothing seems to work!"
Finally, my luck has turned around! My bad luck is over! Haha!

The woman didn't reply, but deftly took two items out of a waterproof bag on the back of the motorcycle.

A pair of heavy shackles, and a thick black hood.

She walked up to Qi Yun with swift and decisive movements, without the slightest hesitation.

"Lift your foot."

The cold shackles clicked shut on Qi Yun's ankles, and a heavy feeling immediately followed.

Then, the black hood, reeking of a mixture of rubber and dust, was draped over Qi Yun without warning, instantly plunging him into a suffocating darkness, leaving only the sound of rain and the close-up breathing of his own.

"Put him on the back seat of the car. You drive, I'll keep watch on the motorcycle."

Sister Chen's voice rang out from outside the hood.

Qi Yun was roughly shoved and shoved into the back seat of the Xiali sedan by Zhao Yue.

The car door slammed shut, cutting off some of the rain noise. He could hear the Harley engine roaring again outside, like a lurking beast.

Wearing a hood, Qi Yun leaned against the cold leather of the back seat, listening to the Xiali sedan restart and struggle to start in the mud, with the deep roar of the Harley motorcycle following closely beside him.

Two voices carried him, breaking through the ever-widening rain curtain, heading towards the unknown future!
(End of this chapter)