Killing Monks

In the county government office of Tanhua County, deep within the prison.

Lu Fei was staring idly at an insect in the corner of the wall.

It was a centipede with many legs. Its slender body resembled a section of moving bamboo. When its densely packed legs moved, they made a soft rustling sound.

"What brings you to visit me today, you 'corrupt official'?" Lu Fei said to the insect.

"Corrupt official" was the name he gave to the centipede.

He picked up a straw and gently poked at the centipede.

"Where's your good partner, 'Bald Monk'?" he muttered to himself.

Startled, the centipede darted into the corner, but no matter how fast it crawled, it couldn't outrun the nimble straw tip in Lu Fei's hand.

Every time it was about to squeeze into the gap, the straw would precisely block its way.

After a few rounds, the centipede suddenly stopped moving, curled up, and stood motionless on the ground.

Since it couldn't escape, it simply played dead.

"Tsk," Lu Fei laughed, "your trick is far inferior to that corrupt official's."

Lu Fei poked at it a few more times with the straw, but the centipede remained motionless, pretending to be dead.

uninteresting.

He threw away the straw, lay on his back on the filthy straw mat, and stared at the dim prison ceiling.

How similar I am to that centipede that is playing dead at this moment?

Trapped in this tiny space, there is nowhere to escape.

Just then, footsteps came from the end of the prison passage.

A monk, accompanied by the jailer Old Li, stopped in front of his cell door.

"Oh, a private room?" the monk said with a smile, looking around.

Old Li smiled ingratiatingly: "Master, you don't know this, but this guy is too unruly, no one wants to live with him, so we have to lock him up alone."

"Are you Lu Fei?" the monk asked.

"It's me." Lu Fei sat up and looked the other person up and down.

The monk was wearing a worn-out robe, was tall, and had a smile on his face.

That smile was radiant, but beneath that radiance, there seemed to be something Lu Fei couldn't quite grasp...

This monk is a bit strange.

"My Buddhist name is Lixiang. I have been traveling and have come here," Guangyuan said casually.

Li Xiang was his name in his previous life, Li Li Xiang.

"Lixiang doesn't sound like a monk's Dharma name," Lu Fei said, raising an eyebrow.

"I came here to..." Guangyuan said, then suddenly raised his hand and lightly chopped the back of the neck of the jailer, Lao Li.

Old Li didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

Guangyuan took the key from his waist, inserted it into the lock, and said, "...I'll get you out of here."

"Huh?" Lu Fei was taken aback. "Monk, do I know you?"

"Having received a meal in return, I'm here to save a busybody." Guangyuan pushed open the prison door.

Low-level prison break, shouting and killing.

A sophisticated prison break, conducted without a sound.

In addition, since he was a monk and Lu Fei was imprisoned for "disturbing a Buddhist temple," the prison guards were completely unprepared for him.

"I didn't expect there to be good people among the monks?" Lu Fei removed his shackles, stretched his wrists, and walked out of the cell.

The cells on both sides immediately erupted in commotion:

"I'm innocent! Let me out!"

"Master! I'm innocent too!"

"I'm innocent!"

Guangyuan looked at Lu Fei: "You've been here for a few days, you should know who's innocent and who's not, right?"

Lu Fei casually pointed to the neighbor next door: "This man is innocent. His family property has been targeted, and he's been framed for murder."

Guangyuan opened the cell and unlocked the shackles of the emaciated prisoner inside.

The man, bewildered, repeatedly said, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Buddha!"

"Don't thank me," Guangyuan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't forget to go out and get revenge."

This caused an uproar in the other cells, with cries of innocence rising and falling.

Lu Fei pointed to the one who was shouting the loudest: "This man is not innocent. He's a womanizer, and it took Chief Constable Qi a lot of effort to catch him."

"Oh?" Guangyuan walked up to the cell.

The prisoners inside looked on with anticipation.

Guangyuan reached out, grabbed his neck through the fence, and twisted it gently.

"Click."

The body fell to the ground.

The cell fell into a deathly silence.

Lu Fei's eyelids twitched: "Monk, what are you doing?"

"I just received a decree from the Buddha," Guangyuan said calmly. "The Buddha wishes to see him, so I will see him off."

"..."

Lu Fei muttered to himself, "If you're going to kill someone, just kill them. What excuse do you need? That bald monk is such a hypocrite."

"Those who are innocent, I'll release them. Those who aren't, I'll send them to see Buddha." Guangyuan looked at Lu Fei, "There's still some time; cleaning things up should be enough."

Having said that, he walked along the prison corridor, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

Wherever Lu Fei pointed, if someone uttered the word "injustice," he would unlock the door and release them.

If someone shakes their head or points out a crime, he will strike through the fence, either breaking their neck or shattering their heart with a single blow.

The technique was clean and efficient, almost indifferent.

Screams, pleas for mercy, and the sound of corpses falling to the ground... echoed sporadically in the dimly lit prison, then quickly faded into silence.

In less than half an incense stick's time, Guangyuan walked back to Lu Fei, his monk's robes unstained by any blood.

"Let's go," he said. "It's time to leave."

Lu Fei once again realized that one cannot judge a book by its cover!

Guangyuan walked in front, followed by the prisoners he had released.

As they approached the cell exit, two prison guards heard the commotion and rushed over.

Guangyuan and Lu Fei attacked simultaneously, each striking one of the guards cleanly and efficiently, knocking them unconscious. Guangyuan then casually retrieved the gold and silver he had previously used as bribes from the jailer's pocket.

The group rushed out of the prison area and had just reached the front yard when they were blocked by more than a dozen prison guards and a constable.

"How dare you break me out of prison!" the head constable shouted.

"Thank goodness, it wasn't Constable Qi." Lu Fei breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled, and suddenly leaped up, darting away like a swallow skimming the water, his palms flying, aiming straight for the constable's face.

The constable drew his sword with a clang, the blade flashing like snow, and engaged Lu Fei in a fierce battle.

Guangyuan then lunged at the group of ordinary prison guards.

His figure was like a ghost, his palm wind was like an iron hammer, his moves were fast and ruthless, targeting the joints and vital points. There were muffled groans and cries of pain, and in just a few breaths, the jailers had fallen to the ground.

He waved for the other prisoners to hurry up, then turned to look at Lu Fei. Lu Fei's palm technique was exquisite, forcing the head constable to retreat repeatedly, and he had gained the upper hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, Guangyuan moved swiftly and silently to the side of the constable, poking a finger into his acupoint on his waist.

The constable froze, and Lu Fei seized the opportunity to strike him in the chest with a palm, sending him flying backward and unconscious to the ground.

"Master, this is not martial ethics," Lu Fei said as he landed.

"We've already broken into prison, what's the point of talking about martial ethics?" Guangyuan said calmly. "Naturally, we should go side by side to resolve it the fastest."

Without another word, the two simultaneously used their lightness skills to leap out of the county government's high walls like two wisps of smoke.

"The county government's defenses were so lax today. Luckily, the curious constable wasn't here." Lu Fei glanced back, still feeling lingering fear.

"It's a day off today, and several of the most capable constables have gone out on cases," Guangyuan said.

When he used gold and silver to pave the way and gather information, he already knew that today was the time when the government was most vulnerable.

The gold and silver given by that old man were indeed well spent.

Lu Fei stopped and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Guangyuan, saying, "Master, may our friendship endure as long as the mountains and rivers flow on, and may we meet again someday."

He wasn't an ungrateful person, but he felt that Guangyuan's decisive and ruthless style was rather... dangerous.

He's a busybody, but he doesn't like to kill.