The number one rebel of the Great Wu

child time.

Beiqing Temple.

The temple gates were tightly closed, and the lights inside were sparse.

Chen Changgeng led five purple-clad maids up the mountain via a small path.

The outline of the temple was faintly visible in the moonlight, with a dim light coming from the direction of the main hall, while the backyard was pitch black.

Chen Changgeng raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.

He pressed himself against the wall, listening intently. There were footsteps inside the temple, not many, probably seven or eight people patrolling.

"Let's split up and act separately."

He said in a low voice.

"Ziyuan, you take two people to find the armory; it should be in the backyard or underground. The other two, go check the enemy's camp where they're resting. With so many people camped in the temple, it should be easy to find them."

"Leave the patrolmen to me."

Zi Yuan nodded.

The five people split into three groups, and in a flash, they disappeared into the night.

Chen Changgeng made his way alone towards the main hall.

Three monks were patrolling the square in front of the main hall.

No, their gait and the way they placed their hands clearly indicated they were trained martial artists, and they even had weapons hidden under their monk robes.

Chen Changgeng hid behind an ancient cypress tree and observed for a while.

Just then, a very faint whooshing sound came from behind.

He turned around and saw a dark figure leap down from the ancient tree, rushing straight at him!

Immediately afterwards, dozens of figures emerged from the shadows from all directions and surrounded him.

ambush!

The other party was prepared!

Chen Changgeng's heart sank, but he didn't show it on his face.

He took a deep breath, circulated his internal energy of the Gangyang Gong, and a layer of light golden light film appeared on his body.

Protective Mystic Force.

This was the first time he had activated the Gangyang Gong in actual combat since he started practicing it; he had never truly tested his strength before.

Seeing that he neither dodged nor avoided, the men in black who surrounded him drew their weapons, and the flashing blades and shadows slashed at him.

"clang!"

The first knife struck his shoulder, producing a crisp metallic clang.

The man in black's hand was shattered, and his long sword flew out of his grasp.

Chen Changgeng looked down at his shoulder; his clothes weren't even torn.

He was stabbed twice, punched three times, and kicked once, but all to no avail.

The swords and blades struck him as if they were hitting an iron plate, leaving not even a white mark.

This is the protective protective aura? It's quite formidable!

Chen Changgeng was shocked.

His own fighting ability was now only average. These men in black were not weak in martial arts; they would be considered skilled fighters in the martial arts world. But when they hit him, they couldn't even break his skin.

He bent down, picked up a knife from the ground, and rushed forward.

There are no moves, no routines, just the most primitive slashing.

But it is extremely fast and has immense power.

With a single slash, the opponent was cut in two, sword and all.

With another slash, all three people flew out at the same time.

Chen Changgeng got carried away with the killing.

He found himself almost invincible among these men in black; their knives couldn't cut him, but his knife killed them one by one.

This is not a battle, it is a massacre.

No, it's completely wrong!

Meanwhile, the other two groups were also ambushed.

But the purple-clad maids reacted extremely quickly; their figures were like ghosts, weaving through the crowd, each strike precise and deadly.

The battle ended in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The group reunited and stood in the square in front of the main hall.

Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Zi Yuan was covered in blood, but her expression remained unchanged.

"These people are too weak."

"They are no match for us at all."

Chen Changgeng also frowned.

He had expected a fierce battle, but he hadn't anticipated that these lowly thugs would be so weak.

"In my opinion, their core combat personnel should have already been withdrawn."

"Zi Yuan said."

"The rest are just for stalling for time."

Chen Changgeng nodded.

"Has the armory been found?"

"Found it, it's in the basement of the backyard," Zi Yuan said. "But most of it has already been moved away, leaving only some empty boxes."

"Where does the other person live?"

"We checked it too, it's very clean, there's almost nothing left."

Chen Changgeng was deep in thought.

The core team has been removed, the weapons have been moved, and the living quarters have been cleaned up.

These people were well-trained and retreated very thoroughly.

"There's one more thing."

"Zi Yuan said."

"We discovered a group of people locked up in the dungeon."

"Who is it?"

"The monks of Beiqing Temple, true monks."

……

The dungeon is beneath a meditation room in the backyard.

Chen Changgeng went inside, lit a torch, and was immediately greeted by a strong smell of blood.

Below the meditation room was a spacious basement where more than a dozen people were imprisoned.

They were all monks wearing robes, but most of them were already dead.

Chen Changgeng walked over and examined them one by one.

Each person had a clean, sharp cut across their neck, a fatal blow.

"These were just executed, a recent killing, so they were completely unprepared."

He crouched down and checked the temperature of a corpse.

"Judging from the looks of it, he died no more than half an hour ago."

He continued walking in, and in the innermost cell, he found a person.

Judging from his attire, he should be the abbot of Beiqing Temple.

The old man lay in a pool of blood, a short blade embedded in his chest, his eyes wide open, clearly having experienced immense fear before his death.

Chen Changgeng looked at him, his brows furrowing even more.

Something's not right.

"What's wrong?"

Zi Yuan asked.

"If Beiqing Temple hadn't defected to the enemy, these true monks would have died long ago."

Chen Changgeng frowned.

"But they were imprisoned and silenced only when the enemy withdrew."

"What does this mean? It means that Kitakyouji has indeed defected to the enemy."

"The other side was just afraid that after I left, they wouldn't be able to keep their mouths shut and would leak the information, so they gathered together to kill me to silence me."

"This shows that the other party does not trust the monks of Beiqing Temple very much."

"He's also ruthless!"

Several maids in purple robes showed a hint of surprise in their eyes, followed by expressions of admiration.

They were only concerned with killing the enemy and didn't have the ability to analyze so much.

It seems that the person before me is indeed as rumored, possessing extraordinary wisdom!

"This old monk..."

Chen Changgeng reached out and gently touched something on his body. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and he noticed his tightly closed mouth.

They immediately reached out and pried open his mouth, finding a small bronze key under his tongue.

"Heh, as expected, this old man is also wary of that group!"

"The old man's Beiqing Temple, which was designated as a national temple by the emperor, is naturally no ordinary place."

"How could he possibly leave himself no way out!"

Chen Changgeng took out the key and stood up.

"Check, there should be a small box in this old monk's residence, containing what I want."

"In addition, send someone back to the Crown Prince's residence to inform the Crown Prince and ask him to send people to clean up Beiqing Temple overnight."

"Bring a new batch of monks. The Emperor's memorial service cannot be delayed; we must maintain appearances!"

A maid in purple immediately stepped forward, nodded to Chen Changgeng, and flew away.

Chen Changgeng wiped his hands, a cold smile playing on his lips.

The Fourth Prince, is it? I don't believe you can leave no trace!