Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 280 Delivered to your door? Just take your sacrificial sword
"Forget it, why are you thinking so much? There will be a road to the mountain,"

Chu Pingsheng shook his head and wiped away the random thoughts in his mind. He got down from the clean and flat stones and looked at the warm yellow falling from his head. He picked up the coarse cloth package with many burrs on his back and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

This time when I came to Dali, I got the Beiming Divine Skill and Lingbo Weibu, I also mastered the Six Meridian Divine Sword and the Crane Control Skill, and I even cuckolded Duan Zhengchun.

The main mission is to cause trouble. If you are just doing big work, killing Duan Zhengming and using Duan Yanqing to mess up Dali is the best solution. The problem is that if this happens, Dali country may experience the chaos of Yang Yizhen's regicide again. It would be a catastrophe. Besides, Tubo had coveted the Dali Kingdom for a long time and would most likely send troops to attack it. When the war broke out, it wouldn't matter if some nobles died. The only fear was that the civilians would be affected and their lives would be ruined.

As a person deeply influenced by the nine-year compulsory education, Chu Pingsheng still had this bottom line, and finally gave up the idea of ​​joining forces with Duan Yanqing to cause trouble.

"It's almost time to return to the Central Plains. If we calculate the time, we should be able to catch up with the Beggar Clan's Apricot Grove Conference."

After walking out of the cave, he took a deep breath of the fragrant tea tree air and walked with his back to the setting sun. His movements seemed gentle, but in fact, every time he landed, he was three feet away.

……

An hour later.

The sun was setting, the night was getting darker, and the breeze was blowing against his face with a touch of water vapor. Chu Pingsheng quickly turned around and saw a long river rolling eastward. Several middle-aged men wearing hats and hats were standing on the bank with their trousers rolled up. They were talking quietly, and there was a row of rafts parked next to them. There was a bit of white in the fish baskets, and it seemed that they had caught a lot of fish.

"Lingjiu Palace? Grandma Yu, the leader of the Haotian Tribe?"

The man in the middle is in his fifties or sixties, with prominent cheekbones and sunken cheeks. Next to him is a young woman, ranging in age from twenty to thirty, all wearing a green brocade cloak with a black vulture embroidered on the chest.

Several figures fell together with the gloomy female voice.

"That's it."

A man jumped out of the shop and blocked his way.

"They are not enough, what about us?"

"Spit, you perverted monk!"

Wearing a long black dress, the one with a sinister look is Qin Hongmian, wearing a short jacket with a slanted collar and a horse-faced skirt. The one with a slender figure and a look of hatred is her daughter Mu Wanqing.

He patted the dust on his leggings and monk's shoes and walked towards the shop, intending to get half a catty of mutton to eat. Who expected to hear a sudden shout: "What an empty monk, let me just say he is still in Dali."

Chu Pingsheng took a closer look and saw a pair of small eyes on his dark face, a green turban on his head, two long and thin mustaches under his flat nose, and a polished single knife in his hand. , it is Zhong Wanchou, the owner of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

If it were another person, he might be intimidated. After all, Zhong Wanchou is ugly and has a bit of a gangster temperament. But here in Chu Pingsheng, his labels are "dog licking" and "green-haired turtle", which is helpless. The kind of rescue medicine.

More than a hundred meters away is a ferry. There is a lantern hanging on a pole at the end of the plank road, gently swaying in the gentle breeze. Opposite the ferry is a refreshment shop built with wooden piles and tarpaulin for passengers waiting for the ferry. A waiter wearing a linen shirt is leaning against the counter and chatting with the shopkeeper. There is no sign of closing.

Is it?

Four people stood in a row, their swords were shining coldly and their murderous intent was overwhelming.

"Master Zhong Gu missed the young monk so much. Could it be that he suddenly came to his senses and made a special trip to thank the young monk for helping you catch the traitor."

Grandma Yu shook off the cloak that was wrapped around her arms and took a step forward: "Let me ask you, are you the disciple of the Lingjiu Palace who was traveling with Zuo Zimu, the head of the East Sect of the Infinite Sword Sect?"

The middle-aged woman's eyes darkened: "Do you recognize me?"

Chu Pingsheng raised his hands and chuckled: "It seems that you have formed a team to seek revenge. If the monks don't lie, just the four of you are not enough to fill my teeth."

Accompanied by the yelling, Gan Baobao, who had fair skin, a slightly chubby face, and was wearing a double-breasted floral dress, came out. He held the hilt of his sword and twitched it. The long sword was unsheathed, and the yellow tassels tied at the end of the hilt turned into fine pieces. The tassels were a little dazzling in the setting sun.

Before it was over, two more people came out from under the tarpaulin, both of them were old acquaintances.

"Monks don't lie, it's the junior monks who do it."

"Then it's right to be rude to Child Elder?"

"The young monk asked her to clean her up and wait for the young monk to pray for her blessing and consecration. This is really a kind heart." A kind heart?
Even a fool could tell that something was wrong with the tone of his voice.

Qin Hongmian sarcastically said: "A kind heart? Huh, I think it's a lustful heart."

Granny Yu transformed into Fufeng, and came in a flash, slap slap, slap slap, slap slap, slap slap, slap slap, slap slap, slap slap, slap slap slap, the corners of Shura Dao's mouth were red, and her eyes were full of resentment.

"Hmph, you have no right to interfere in the affairs of the Lingjiu Palace."

After teaching Qin Hongmian a lesson, Granny Yu looked back at Chu Pingsheng and pointed her crutch forward: "If that's the case, then you can go die."

"Amitabha."

At this moment, a Buddha's call came from under the tarpaulin, and three monks wearing gray monk's robes with long strings of rosary beads hanging from their chests walked out slowly and said calmly: "Several female donors, can I ask a few words to this poor monk. "

Chu Pingsheng's right eye twitched, and he thought to himself, aren't these Xuandu, Huifang, and Huijing from Shaolin Temple? Why did they come to Dali?

Granny Yu suppressed her impatience and said, "Who are you?"

Xuandu clasped his hands together and lowered his head in salute: "Shaolin Temple Xuandu, these are the two nephews of the poor monk."

Grandma Yu snorted coldly, not giving enough respect to this disciple of the largest martial arts force in the Central Plains: "A monk from Shaolin Temple? What do you want to ask him?"

Xuan Du turned to face Chu Pingsheng, his turbid eyes suddenly brightened, and the breath around him became cold: "Vukong, do you know your sin?"

Void?

This title confused Zhong Wanchou, Gan Baobao, Qin Hongmian, Granny Yu and others.

Isn’t his name empty? How did it become void?

Faced with the questioning, Chu Pingsheng behaved quite calmly, his gaze remained consistent, with a hint of contempt, or it could be said that he stood with a joking smile.

"Uncle Master, no, it should be Uncle Master. You are wrong. The disciples of Lingjiu Palace bully me. We are both monks of Shaolin Temple. You don't say you are helping me, but you want to judge me in front of outsiders. Are you really a fellow disciple? You don’t even care.”

Hui Jing was irritated by his careless attitude: "The first one wanted you to go back to your hometown to visit relatives because your lay family member was seriously ill. But you didn't come back for several months. If it weren't for Prince Duan of Dali contacting Hanshan Temple, and the retainer Murong Murong of Gusu When I came to ask for an explanation, the chief thought that you had met with misfortune and had passed away."

Huifang also said beside him: "Xukong, let me ask you, why did Murong Fu's retainer Bao Bubutong say that you can also change the world? Previously, the abbot sent Master Xuanbei to Dali to support Tianlong Temple in dealing with the four evil people. They passed by Liang He was attacked when he was visiting Shenjie Temple in Zhouzhou and died from his famous stunt, Wei Tuo Chu. Is this related to you? "

Chu Pingsheng suddenly realized, no wonder these three bald donkeys came out with anger. It turned out that Bao BuTong was behind it and turned the blame on Murong Fu that should have been borne by him.

"What if I don't recruit?"

He still smiled and said.

Huifang said: "Humph, no move? Then we can only escort you back to Shaolin Temple and hand you over to the head of the Discipline Hall."

Grandma Yu from the Lingjiu Palace gave up after hearing this: "Monk Kong Kong dares to insult Child Elder. He should be taken back to the Lingjiu Palace to suffer the pain of ice scraping his bones and flames burning his body. The three of you are going to take him back to the Shaolin Temple and ask questions." Do you have any opinion?"

This was said in an extremely rude manner. The female waitresses around her all drew their weapons and looked at the monks of the Shaolin Temple with murderous intent.

Zhong Wanchou looked at the two distinct groups, and said with a flattering smile: "Everyone, can you let him tell us Zhong Ling's whereabouts first, and then you can take action?"

Granny Yu's eyes widened, her murderous intent clearly revealed.

The ugly ghost shivered in fright and took half a step back, embarrassed and panicked.

"Hey, Uncle Xuandu, didn't the bald donkey of Tianlong Temple tell you what I did in Tianlong Temple? I'm in a very difficult position with you guys like this." Chu Pingsheng took two steps forward and looked at the river with his hands behind his hands. The monk's robes fluttered in the wind. Judging from his temperament, he looked more like a young man than a monk.

Huifang let out a muffled snort in his nose: "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot that you, as a Shaolin disciple, pretended to be a monk from Hanshan Temple and stole the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual from Tianlong Temple. You also made friends with four evil people with the intention of overthrowing Baoding. Emperor, this is truly a disgrace to our sect.”

(End of this chapter)