Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

"Let's spare no expense and see if we can hire a top-tier assassin!"

"This city lord... wants them dead!"

Wang Jingyuan's voice echoed in the study like a poisoned ice pick.

The middle-aged scholar felt a sudden tremor in his heart upon hearing the words "Dark Night Pavilion".

As the number one assassin organization in the martial arts world, Dark Night Pavilion's assassins are divided into three levels: Heaven, Earth, and Human.

Human-level assassins can deal with top-tier martial artists, while Earth-level assassins can already threaten martial artists in the Acquired Realm.

And those at the top-tier level...

Those are all elusive monsters with extraordinary abilities!

It is said that the cost of hiring a top-tier assassin is enough to drain the savings of a small to medium-sized sect over many years.

Moreover, it's not that having money guarantees you can hire someone; it also depends on the other party's mood.

"My lord, a top-tier assassin... the price... will probably be ten thousand taels of gold!"

The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but offer a reminder.

"Ten thousand taels of gold?!"

Wang Jingyuan sneered, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes, "What's a little gold!"

"Go quickly and tell 'Dark Night Pavilion' that as long as the mission is completed, they'll give you ten thousand taels of gold, or even double that amount!"

"This city lord... only wants the result!"

Indeed, he has made a fortune over the years by simply acquiring his competitors' businesses!

Not to mention the value of grain transport, smuggling salt, and so on, which is simply incalculable.

"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!"

The middle-aged scholar dared not say anything more, bowed and accepted the order, and was about to turn and leave.

"and many more!"

Wang Jingyuan called him back and added, "Remember, do it cleanly, don't leave any evidence."

"As for the Taihu Gang..."

"Don't act rashly for now. Let's wait until the 'Dark Night Pavilion' succeeds!"

"Understood!"

The middle-aged scholar withdrew again, quickly disappearing into the night to arrange his meeting with the 'Dark Night Pavilion'.

Inside the study, Wang Jingyuan stood alone, gazing at the deep night outside the window, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

His carefully crafted chess game was thus disrupted.

He's determined to get that debt back, with interest!

Those men and women who appeared out of nowhere must die!

The next day.

The middle-aged scholar changed into an inconspicuous gray cloth robe, pulled his straw hat down, and quickly walked through the crisscrossing alleys of Suzhou.

He would walk briskly at times, and at other times stop and look back. Only after making sure no one was following him would he turn and disappear into a deep alleyway that could only accommodate one person at a time.

At the end of the alley was a dilapidated pawnshop with the four characters "Lai Cai Pawnshop" on its signboard faded and almost illegible.

He pushed the door open, and the hinges made a teeth-grinding creak.

The shop was dimly lit, and there was only one shopkeeper with white hair and beard and failing eyesight.

He was dozing off behind the tall counter.

The middle-aged scholar walked to the counter and gently tapped his knuckles on the cool surface, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

The old shopkeeper raised his eyelids, glanced at him with his cloudy eyes, and did not speak.

The middle-aged scholar lowered his voice, "On a dark and windy night, one might pawn their life."

As soon as he finished speaking, something slipped from his sleeve, was gently placed on the counter, and pushed toward the old man.

It was a black iron token, cold to the touch, with only the character 'Dark' engraved on the front.

A barely perceptible glint flashed in the old shopkeeper's originally cloudy eyes.

He didn't respond immediately, but slowly stood up, walked to the shop entrance, and stretched.

"Ugh, I finally get a day off, and now it's back to work!"

With that, he closed the shop door and bolted it shut with a heavy latch.

The shop was plunged into near darkness in an instant, with only an oil lamp on the counter providing light.

"follow me!"

The old shopkeeper's voice suddenly became unusually clear and cold, a stark contrast to his previous aged and decrepit demeanor.

He turned around and gently pressed a spot on the wall behind him.

A slight clicking sound came from the mechanism, and a hidden door, just wide enough for one person to pass through, slid open silently.

The dimly lit stone steps leading downwards are revealed behind.

The middle-aged scholar felt a tightness in his chest, took a deep breath to suppress his fear, and followed closely behind.

Once the two figures disappeared into the passage, the hidden door behind them closed again.

Chapter 58 Mantuo Manor

For several days in a row, Chen Mo and Mu Wanqing spent their time sightseeing in Suzhou.

After all, this city is full of the gentle charm of Jiangnan, and its commerce is booming and extremely lively.

Many people who travel all over the country set up stalls here, resulting in a lot of new and interesting things.

Previously, Mu Wanqing hadn't had a proper chance to stroll around Suzhou City in order to assassinate Li Qingluo.

Now that she has unleashed her little girl nature, she is naturally curious about this place and drags Chen Mo around everywhere.

Chen Mo also had the rare opportunity to experience the pleasures of an ancient city.

Of course, luckily there's Mu Wanqing, this rich woman, who can do whatever she wants with her money.

If you don't have money, you probably won't have any fun at all.

"Let's go, today we'll visit Mantuo Manor."

Chen Mo smiled.

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Mu Wanqing's eyes. "Alright, I'll take you there!"

She hadn't forgotten how badly she'd been chased by the people from Mantuo Manor back then, so this was a good opportunity to get revenge.

The two packed up quickly and left the inn.

Upon arriving at the shore of Taihu Lake, they rented a small boat and sailed into the vast expanse of the lake.

Not long after.

The small boat sailed to the shore of an island. Looking up, all I could see were red and white camellias, and not a single house in sight.

Chen Mo was originally from Dali, and he was used to seeing camellias all over the mountains and fields, so he didn't find them novel.

Although there are many camellias here, the varieties are so-so, so he didn't like them at all.

"who is it?"

Just as Chen Mo and the others were about to go ashore, they heard light footsteps coming from the flower grove, and a woman in green emerged.

The woman in green was stunned when she saw Chen Mo.

The young monk had clear and bright features, and an otherworldly air about him, as if he were a celestial being descended to earth.

Even the prodigy of the Murong family of Gusu is slightly inferior to him.

While the woman in green was still stunned, Chen Mo and Mu Wanqing had already reached the shore.

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and smiled, "Young lady, this humble monk comes from Dali..."

The moment the words "Dali" were uttered, it was like a thunderclap, and the woman in green turned deathly pale.

She knew the lady's rules.

If any Dali people or those with the surname Duan were encountered by the Lady, she would immediately capture them and bury them alive, using them as fertilizer for the camellias.

This young monk came to visit Mantuo Manor, didn't he know to do his homework beforehand and find out how much my lady dislikes Dali?!

She waved her hands repeatedly, saying, "Go! You all go! This place is not..."

Before he could finish speaking, several more maids emerged from the flower grove.

One of them, with sharp eyes, immediately spotted Mu Wanqing, dressed in black, standing behind Chen Mo.

Although Mu Wanqing was not wearing a black veil, her familiar figure and cold demeanor made the maid recognize her instantly.

"It's...it's that female assassin from before! She...she's back!"

The maid cried out in alarm and hurriedly pulled a whistle from her bosom, blowing it with all her might.

A sharp, urgent whistle immediately shattered the island's tranquility.

A flurry of footsteps could be heard, and in no time at all, a guard of the Wang family, numbering several dozen and armed with swords and clubs, emerged rapidly from the depths of the flower forest.

In an instant, they surrounded the dock, their eyes fixed on Chen Mo and his companion with murderous intent.

The leader was a fat old woman with a fierce face; she was none other than Granny Ping, who had led the chase after Mu Wanqing earlier.

Her sinister eyes first glared fiercely at Mu Wanqing, then fell on Chen Mo.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his heart sank, and a trace of fear involuntarily flashed across his face.

What the hell!

What's with this jinx here?!