fifth form

Chapter 1824: My Cousin is a Great Monk
"I failed to provide adequate protection, sir. I hope you will forgive me!"

The corpse on the carriage was dragged away, and Du Zhou and others arrived late.

The master from the fierce country, who made everyone alert and even fight to the death to have a chance of winning, died in front of the carriage. The opponent's fierce attack seemed like a joke.

Du Zhou and others looked at the corpse on the ground and couldn't help but gasp.

"Fortunately, a great monk who passed by helped me. Otherwise, I would be seriously ill and I would not be able to escape this attack. Has the security in your Henan County always been so chaotic?"

A faint inquiring voice came from the carriage, and Du Zhou couldn't help but pursed his lips.

"Sir, Henan, Hedong and Hanoi are plagued by bandits all year round. In the past, these people could find a place to learn from a master, but now there are few schools in various places, and no one to discipline them. The only way out for them is to become bandits. Some vicious people even take advantage of this to gather together and cause trouble," Du Zhou replied.

“Why are there so many bandits all year round?”

"People are greedy, they want quick money!"

"Oh!"

Zhang Xuezhou just asked two questions casually and didn't ask any more questions.

Du Zhou's answer was very official, making it difficult to find fault with the question.

The school disaster is an extremely versatile excuse that can be used to shirk any problem.

Zhang Xuezhou must say that there are historical reasons for this classification, but there are problems with the rise and fall of a school, and there are also problems with the demise of a school. The real source of this problem has obviously not been eliminated.

Of course, this is not Zhang Xuezhou's business.

Every profession has its own specialties, and every industry has its own people in charge. For example, Du Zhou is very likely one of the people in charge.

Zhang Xuezhou lifted the curtain and looked, then looked at Zhang An's right hand with broken fingers.

"Pick up your finger. I know some Taiqing magic from the northern border and can reconnect it," said Zhang Xuezhou.

"grown ups?"

"Tai Qing Zhen Shu can only heal some internal and external injuries. There is no way to save those who died of broken necks, and there is no way to save those who are blind, rotten eyes, and poisoned!"

Du Zhou just asked, and before he could say what was in his mind, Zhang Xuezhou responded.

This made Du Zhou sigh.

He looked at the corpse in the distance, then looked at the armed sergeant who quickly fetched clean water to wash his companion's eyes, and couldn't help but remain silent.

This is the norm on the battlefield. No matter how friendly they were just one moment, they have to accept reality the next moment after a fierce battle.

Those who can be saved can be saved, and those who cannot be saved will die on the battlefield.

But there was a bit more brutality in his silence.

He lowered his head to respond to Zhang Xuezhou's words. When he looked at the bandits in the distance again, a hint of a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"You have done a great job in suppressing the bandits. What I say counts. You can follow us to Nanyang to claim your reward!"

He shouted loudly to the bandits, which made many of the bandits who had not left very happy. They hurriedly began to help carry the corpses and the wounded, and some even helped Zhang An find his finger.

"Sir, I found my finger. Can it still be used?"

Holding five fingers, Zhang An returned to the carriage with blood on his hand.

"Put your finger in the right place, don't put it crooked, or you'll have to chop it off again if it grows crooked when you reattach it!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, and then signaled Zhang An to put the severed finger and palm in place.

He muttered something in his mouth and used the Taiqing technique. He saw flesh sprouts on his palm and severed fingers, and they quickly stuck together.

Except for being limp and weak, the fingers are almost the same as before.

This made Zhang An very happy, he raised his bloody right hand and looked around. When he poured the water in the kettle, he saw only a white mark left at the fracture of his fingers and palm, how could he not understand that his hand had been saved.

Even though the five fingers of my right hand are not as useful as before, it is better than having no fingers at all.

He was so grateful that he felt that he was lucky to be on this official mission.

"Leave this troubled place as soon as possible!"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed with his finger, Zhang An took a big gulp of water, and then shouted loudly at the bandits to move the rocks and wooden beams away.

"Mom, now you believe that your cousin is a great monk!"

Ordinary people cannot see the red glow of blood and qi and the faint glow of magic power, but they can see the effects of spells.

For example, Zhang An's fingers were broken and then reconnected, and the skin of the old man from the vicious country was difficult to be pierced by the butcher knife.

Rong Li not only exchanged two moves with the great monk, but also witnessed Zhang Xuezhou's use of the Taiqing Zhenshu.

This is the monk, and this is the monk’s world.

The monks who seem high and mighty to ordinary people are like straws in the confrontation between real monks.

It is rare to see a cultivator in the True Spirit Realm in a small city like Rongcheng, but three cultivators with extraordinary strength died in this ambush area.

As long as you walk out of the pond in Chengdu, everything you see will be completely different.

When the situation is tense, it is not surprising even if many monks fall like raindrops.

"This is impossible. If there are so many cultivators in the world, how come we have never seen any in Rongcheng?" Rong Li said with trembling teeth.

Rong Li had been killing pigs all her life, had chased people with a knife, and had even seen the government execute criminals, but Rong Li had never seen a murderer break into a carriage and then have his head chopped off on the carriage by a knife.

Even though she has a big heart and can accept many new things, she can't help but have some fears.

"What is our Rongcheng? I used to think that Mu Daoren's methods were strange, but I didn't know that his methods were only at the lowest level of those schools' disciples, not even worthy of being on the stage." Rong Tianding said: "Besides, we are not at that level. Even if there are great cultivators in Rongcheng, we can't see them!"

There are few monks who would commit crimes among ordinary people. One reason is that they are bound by laws, and another reason is that it is difficult to gain any benefits from ordinary people.

Without reaching a sufficient level, it is impossible to have any intersection with cultivators of various strengths.

They were of ordinary status in Rongcheng and met ordinary people. It was impossible for any cultivators to come and snatch the business of the pig-killing stalls to earn a dozen or dozens of half an ounce of money and eat the unsold pig organs and meat scraps every day.

But as long as you have enough strength and value, you may meet various monks.

There are entry-level monks selected from among hundreds, martial arts masters selected from among thousands, and great monks selected from among ten thousand. These people, who are never seen under normal circumstances, will pop up one after another from nowhere, and even make people think that there are as many monks as dogs.

But the number of monks did not actually change, only their contact area changed.

"These are not just tricks of the underworld, these are great powers and abilities!"

Jia Zhiyuan also trembled as he replied. He secretly lifted the curtain of the carriage and took a look outside. He saw the old man's head lying crookedly on the ground, and there was a headless corpse that was constantly oozing black and red blood. He quickly lowered the curtain and retracted his head, shouting "Oh my God, this is so scary."

"Calm down, you dead man, and stop yelling for no reason!"

Whenever Rong Li saw Jia Zhiyuan's cowardly look, she would easily get angry, which diluted her fear of the old man from Xiong Country dying in front of the carriage.

Rong Li even lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked down.

It was not until this time that she believed that Zhang Xuezhou and others had become monks.

However, the abilities of Zhang Xuezhou and Rong Tianding are obviously still somewhat unreliable. If you say they are strong, they were lying in the carriage to avoid disaster. If you say they are not strong, they are knowledgeable. Zhang Xuezhou can even heal his injuries with his bare hands and reconnect other people's broken fingers.

"May our ancestors bless you!"

Thinking of what Zhang Xuezhou said about a great monk passing by to help, Rong Li felt that she was lucky on this trip.

Faced with the unknown life in Chang'an City, Rong Tianding said that there were monks everywhere, which made Rong Li unusually cautious, fearing that she would get into trouble and suffer a disaster, and no longer have the hot temper she had in Rongcheng.