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

Chapter 73 You don't know you're wrong, you're just afraid!

"found it."

Chen Mo found two secret manuals made of special materials on the old devil with poisonous heart.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired a first-class martial art—"Phantom Yin Finger," and gained 4000 martial arts points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have acquired the peerless martial art, "Divine Speed ​​and Ever-Changing Skills," and gained 5000 martial arts points!]

This wave of gains was pretty good.

He glanced through the two manuals briefly.

The Phantom Yin Finger can be described as an extremely insidious and ruthless finger technique, somewhat like the Life and Death Talisman.

A chilling true energy adhered to the body and even circulated throughout the limbs and bones.

Because it is attached to and moves, and is not a specific type of true qi that can be suppressed, it is difficult to cure completely.

In "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", Cheng Kun used the Illusionary Yin Finger to severely injure Yang Xiao and others from the Ming Cult at Bright Peak.

However, it was later broken by Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Another secret manual, "Divine Speed ​​and Hundred Transformations," is known for its unpredictable and elusive methods of "turning east and running west."

To his surprise, this unique skill did not require profound internal energy to perform and was adept at escaping pursuit while dodging.

No wonder that the finger strike that was aimed directly at the heart meridian of the old poison-hearted ghost, which seemed certain to succeed, was dodged by him in an unbelievable manner.

Next, Chen Mo went to the old shopkeeper's body and searched around, but all he found was a token the size of a palm.

There was nothing else besides that.

"What bad luck, he's a penniless wretch!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but mutter a complaint under his breath, then tossed the useless token aside.

He tucked the manual into his robes. "Qing'er, let's go!"

The two figures quickly disappeared into the dark alley.

Inside the city lord's mansion in Gusu City.

A middle-aged scholar dressed in a blue robe hurried through the corridor and into the study.

He disregarded etiquette and pushed the door open to enter.

"Lord City Lord!"

City Lord Wang Jingyuan was sitting behind a rosewood desk, reviewing the ledgers of his gray-market businesses.

Upon hearing someone burst in, he quickly covered the account book with the Four Books beside him.

He looked up and saw that it was his trusted aide. He was very displeased and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter that you're in such a panic?"

The middle-aged scholar caught his breath and hurriedly said, "Lord City Lord, the Dark Night Pavilion's contact point... seems to have been raided!"

"what?!"

Wang Jingyuan suddenly stood up, his displeasure instantly replaced by shock.

He quickly walked around the desk, lowering his voice to ask, "What exactly happened?"

"Who has the audacity to provoke the Dark Night Pavilion?"

It is well known that the Dark Night Pavilion's power is deeply entrenched and its methods are ruthless, making it a fearsome force in the martial arts world.

He simply couldn't understand how anyone would dare to tamper with their contact point.

Isn't this a blatant slap in the face to the Dark Night Pavilion in public?!

The likely consequence will be a fight to the death.

The middle-aged scholar wiped the sweat from his brow and shook his head, saying, "The specifics are still unclear."

"All we know right now is that the contact point is in ruins, and... two people died at the scene."

"It seems... they're all one-hit kills!"

hiss!

Upon hearing this conclusion, City Lord Wang Jingyuan gasped in shock.

He hurriedly pressed on, "Then, what's the status of the mission we issued to assassinate that bald monk?"

The middle-aged scholar looked troubled and said in a low voice, "The contact point has been destroyed, and even the old shopkeeper who was in contact with us is dead."

"That mission... it's probably hopeless!"

"That's the end of it?!"

City Lord Wang Jingyuan was instantly enraged. He slammed his palm on the desk, causing the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk to jump.

That ten thousand taels of gold is a small matter; the city lord of Suzhou is not short of that kind of money.

The key issue is that the mission failed, and his resentment at having his source of income cut off has not yet subsided.

Now that even the Dark Night Pavilion has run into trouble, how could he not be furious?

His face was so dark it was almost dripping with water, and his chest heaved violently; he was clearly furious.

The study fell silent, the atmosphere oppressive and suffocating.

Just then.

A peaceful yet crystal-clear Buddhist chant rang in their ears.

"Amitabha."

Both the city lord Wang Jingyuan and the middle-aged scholar were startled.

what's the situation? !

They looked at each other, and both could see confusion and bewilderment in each other's eyes.

next second.

Two figures, a man and a woman, appeared outside the study door.

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and smiled, "This humble monk... greets the City Lord of Gusu City!"

Ok? !

City Lord Wang Jingyuan was startled. Who exactly was this person?!

They managed to sneak into the heavily guarded city lord's mansion without a sound!

He forced himself to remain calm and asked in a deep voice, "Master, what brings you to my residence so late at night?"

Chen Mo chuckled lightly, "Lord City Lord, you certainly have a bad memory."

"Dark Night Pavilion..."

"what?!"

City Lord Wang Jingyuan's expression changed drastically.

He immediately realized that this young monk was the very target he had ordered to assassinate!

Unexpectedly, just after receiving news that Dark Night Pavilion's contact point in Gusu City had been shut down, the main culprits came knocking on their door.

"Cough cough..."

"Master, is there...is there some misunderstanding between us?"

"I...I have never sought out the Dark Night Pavilion to assassinate you, Master!"

"Besides, I have lived a life of integrity and honesty. How could I possibly be involved with those江湖 (jianghu) assassin organizations?"

"Lord City Lord."

A cold glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. "When did I ever say... that the Dark Night Pavilion wanted to assassinate me?"

Forehead!

City Lord Wang Jingyuan was stunned, not expecting that he had confessed without being asked!

He stumbled backward, knocking over the bookshelf behind him, and immediately shouted.

"Guards! There's an assassin!"

"There are assassins!"

He was horrified to discover that his cries for help had not been heard.

The study seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world by an invisible barrier, and even the candlelight was frozen in place.

City Lord Wang Jingyuan felt a chill run down his spine; he had never heard of such methods before.

He was now filled with deep regret. Had he known that the little monk was so powerful, he would never have been so foolish as to provoke him.

As for that Liu Canglan, he was just a dog I raised; if he dies, he dies.

It's nothing at all, why bother offending such an unfathomable master?

But now... it's too late to say anything!

He knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face, completely losing the dignity of an imperial official.

However, the fleeting resentment in his eyes did not escape Chen Mo's notice.

"Master, I... no, I know I was wrong!"

"I... I was completely blinded by greed, which is why I made such a terrible mistake."

"If you, Master, are willing to give me a chance, I am willing to offer up my entire fortune."

"We can even help the master build a temple in Suzhou, cast a golden statue, and be revered by thousands!"

"Whatever the master wants to do, as long as I, Wang Jingyuan, can do it, I will do it without hesitation..."

Chen Mo's gaze was calm, neither pleased nor saddened. "Lord City Lord, didn't you know you were wrong..."

"You're just scared!!!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Mo slapped down with his palm.

boom!