Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 820 Chu Pingsheng: A look at the time traveler (two in one)

"Amitabha, it is this poor monk."

"Were you the one who injured the guard in Yingmei Pavilion a few days ago?"

"I won't use it." Chu Pingsheng refused the Zen stick that Fuxiang handed over. "Your foster father Wei Yuan is too unkind. He came to me directly about the disappearance of Princess Pingyang, but he insisted on covering it up with the trivial matter of Yingmei Pavilion. It's really boring."

Yang Yan's face looked very ugly. Li Yuchun, another Silver Luo, and the three Bronze Luos opposite looked at each other. They had never expected that this matter was related to Princess Pingyang, the daughter of Prince Yu who disappeared a year ago. No wonder Yang Yan remained silent all the way. Li Yuchun, as his brother-in-law, could not get any information out of him. He only said that it was Duke Wei who ordered the arrest, and the opponent was quite powerful, with at least the fourth level of Buddhist cultivation.

"shut up."

Yang Yan suddenly made a move without any warning. He opened the folding fan that he had been shaking in front of him and pressed down with extremely strong force. The grape trellis not far away collapsed, and a row of flower pots under the eaves could not withstand the force and exploded.

The three Tongluo were horrified. They did not expect that this was completely opposite to the personality of Wei Yuan's adopted daughter Nangong Qianrou. Yang Jinluo, who was known for his calmness and quick wit, would be so impatient and attack with force before saying a word.

Li Yuchun and another silver Luo with pointed ears looked at each other, their expressions becoming more solemn. They naturally knew why Yang Yan was so impatient to take action. It was simple: to protect them.

Princess Pingyang is a member of the royal family. Even if she is involved in an organization with great power like the night watchmen, she must be handled with extreme caution. It would be fine for the Golden Luo, but characters of the level of the Silver Luo and the Bronze Luo might be implicated if they know too much before the case is investigated and concluded.

Facing the strong energy and wind pressure coming from the sky, Chu Pingsheng slightly raised his left arm and punched from bottom to top.

The people present vaguely saw the shadow of a white elephant emerge, and the oppressive energy was broken completely. The iron bone fan made a crackling sound and was torn apart by the recoil force. Yang Yan was shocked and shouted loudly, releasing his energy to form an air wall around him, barely blocking the enemy's punch.

"Fist intention? Dharma image? Or fire ring?"

Yang Yan, who was forced back to the roof, looked as if he had seen a ghost.

With that punch just now, he had indeed felt a very clean and pure fist intent without any fancy changes, only with vast and majestic power. But the problem is, fist intent is something that can only be comprehended by martial artists who have practiced boxing. When Buddhist monks are promoted to the third rank, they gain an extremely yang and strong, never-extinguishing ring of fire behind their heads. Only when they are promoted to the first rank of Bodhisattva can they condense a Dharma image. However, the Dharma images of Bodhisattvas are various kinds of Ming Kings, and the Dharma images of animals have never been seen.

So what on earth is this thing?
After Yang Yan learned that Monk Henghui was at least at the fourth level, he thought that as a powerful warrior, he could handle it alone. Wei Yuan told him to be careful and bring a few more people with him. Then he brought Li Yuchun, Pang Xu and ten bronze gongs to Xu's house.

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng went to capture Xu Qian'an, and the rest of the people came to the side courtyard. However, it was proved that they still underestimated the strength of Monk Henghui.

call out……

A beam of golden light flew into his palm from the hands of the bronze gongs surrounding Xu's mansion.

As Wei Yuan's adopted son, Jin Luo was known as a young and promising night watchman. He was a proud man. Now the monk tore the folding fan with one punch and forced him back to the roof, which was equivalent to cutting his face in front of his subordinates. He was really angry and naturally had to use his ultimate move.

The monk has the intention of boxing, and he has the intention of gun!

Yang Yan said nothing and pressed down again with his silver spear in hand.

This time was different from the previous time when he used the fan. The terrifying energy was extremely condensed and turned into a dazzling golden light. The murderous intent enveloped the entire courtyard. The flowers and trees could not withstand it and broke into pieces. The bottles and jars under the eaves were destroyed again. Fuxiang was "scared" and shrank back behind the door.

Facing the golden gong that was using all its strength, Chu Pingsheng still did not use any weapon. He raised his fist to the sky as he did before. The difference was that just now, the shadow of a white elephant flashed behind him, but this time there was not only a white elephant, but also a white dragon, one on the left and one on the right, like guardians.

boom!
The terrifying fist force and spear force collided, a strong wind swept through, the tiles on the eaves burst instantly and flew into the sky one after another, and the three bronze gongs on the wall were blown away. Li Yuchun and Pang Xu used their internal energy to resist while retreating repeatedly, and thus they were not involved in the aftermath of the battle with the fourth-grade master.

Just at this moment, a figure rose into the air.

The two of them took a closer look and found that it was their immediate superior. He looked even worse than before when he used the fan. His hair was messy and there seemed to be bruises on his left cheek. Even though this fourth-rank master had initially acquired the ability to fly in the air, he still flew several feet away before he could steady himself. He looked at the messy courtyard below with a disordered breath.

Yang Yan has already shown his true strength as a fourth-rank warrior, but he is still suppressed by his opponent?

Li Yuchun and Pang Xu looked at each other, then retreated another half a foot and landed on the street behind.

At this time, the gong guards surrounding the side courtyard outside also realized that something was wrong and hesitated whether to ask the government for help.

Yang Yan was repeatedly defeated. With Qi Qing's eyes wide open, he pressed the handle of his gun and suddenly flew up several feet. He used the move of Flying Dragon in the Sky, and the silver gun stabbed down with an air pressure that was enough to destroy the side courtyard.

At this moment, a shadow passed by, a golden light flashed, and Yang Yan retreated violently to the two of them. He stepped on three stone slabs before he could stop. He glanced at the silver spear and found that the spear head was gone.

This was the gift Wei Yuan gave him when he worshipped Wei Yuan as his adoptive father, a fine silver spear from the Imperial Observatory!
The three looked at the monk standing on the roof. Unlike before, he was no longer unarmed, but holding a golden Zen staff.

He used this thing to break the tip of Yang Yan's gun?

"If you night watchmen don't restore the yard to its original state, I will smash your government office."

Regardless of whether this is crazy or not, the implication is very driving people crazy - if he didn't feel sorry for the yard and was worried about being knocked down by the aftermath of the battle, he wouldn't have used the Zen stick.

brush……

The sound of clothes rustling reached my ears.

Li Yuchun's heart was beating fast and he turned his head to look to the side and behind him. The monk who was on the roof just now was standing less than two feet away from him. He didn't even see how the other party moved.
"Let's go."

"Walk?"

"Didn't you ask me to go with you to the night watchman's office?"

The wind blew, raising a cloud of dust, and the gravel crushed by Yang Yan rolled away.

Li Yuchun stammered, "Then...then you...just now..."

Chu Pingsheng asked back: "Did I say I would not cooperate?"

Pang Xu was stunned, and after thinking carefully, he realized that what he said was absolutely correct. He did not say that he would not cooperate, he was too cooperative.

The eight Tongluo monks who surrounded the monk looked at each other in bewilderment.

Did the battle go in vain? Did Lord Jinluo suffer a defeat in vain?
Yang Yan held the broken gun so tightly that it made a rattling sound.

"So you see, I, a monk, have an open mind and speak my mind freely, but you, the night watchmen... are very dirty." Chu Pingsheng laughed sarcastically, "In fact, if you didn't come to me, I would also go to Wei Yuan to discuss business. Why bother?"

He ignored the gongs around him, and walked step by step towards the night watchman's office, leaning on his Zen stick.

Yang Yan's face was so distorted that it was unbearable to look at. Ever since he joined the night watchmen, no one had ever made him suffer such a huge loss.

Li Yuchun expressed his understanding. The night watchmen came to Xu's house with a large force to capture the monk. Not only did they lose the fight, but even the principles of fairness and integrity were trampled under the monk's feet.

"Go back and listen to what Duke Wei has to say."

He patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder and led his men to follow.

……

While Chu Pingsheng was fighting with Yang Yan, Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng escorted Xu Qian'an into the night watchmen's office, where he fell into the hands of Nangong Qianrou, the twelfth-ranked Jinluo. Although he was not tortured by this guy who liked to use torture and was good at interrogation, he was still scared to the point of almost peeing his pants.

It would have been fine if the monk Kaiguang knew what he and Xu Pingzhi had done, after all, there were people on the other side of the wall. The lecherous second uncle could eavesdrop through the wall, and the monk could also hear the wind. But he didn't expect that the night watchmen actually sent two Tongluo to follow them from beginning to end. Apart from some details, such as the small jade mirror that could be used to frame a person, the entire frame-up process was described with clear logic and organization.

However, he did not suffer any loss. He gave Nangong Qianrou a set of reverse logic. He was guilty of kidnapping Zhang Yunying and framing Zhou Li, but the night watchman knew what he did but did not stop him and watched the situation get out of control. To a certain extent, he could be considered an accomplice in this case.

Nangong Qianrou was very satisfied with what she said, and told him that inviting him to the Night Watchmen's Office was actually a test rather than a torture, because Princess Dafeng had written a letter to Duke Wei, recommending him to work in the Night Watchmen's Office. Now as long as he was willing, he could go through the process of joining the office and officially become a night watchman.

Xu Qian'an felt like a huge pie had fallen on his head. He thought that even if he didn't die, he would be badly injured after being imprisoned in the night watchman's office. Unexpectedly, he turned a disaster into a blessing and was promoted instead. The catcher of Changle County Office was naturally not as powerful as the night watchman.

With the protection of the night watchman leader Wei Yuan and the eldest princess Huaiqing, he is not afraid even if the kidnapping of Zhang Yunying and the framing of Zhou Li are exposed.

Xu Qian'an felt proud and followed Nangong Qianrou out of the interrogation room. When he reached the yard outside, he saw his old acquaintance, Master Kaiguang, walking into the yamen with a Zen stick in his hand. Behind him were one with gold gong, two with silver gong and eight with copper gong, all of whom looked unhappy.

"Master Kaiguang, why... are you here too?"

"I'm here to discuss a deal with Wei Yuan."

Xu Qian'an was stunned for a moment before he reacted and gave a thumbs up: "When discussing business with Mr. Wei, the master of consecration really doesn't follow the ordinary path."

This flattering remark attracted hostile looks from Yang Yan and others, which frightened him.

Nangong Qianrou's eyes turned cold, and she walked out from behind Xu Qian'an and said coldly, "Do you think you can meet Lord Wei just because you want to? The place you should go is the interrogation room."

Chu Pingsheng had no interest in even looking at her and continued walking forward.

The Nangong Qianrou in front of me is the same Nangong Qianrou in the TV series. She looks very much like a woman and her name is also very feminine. At first glance, I really can't tell whether she is a man or a woman. Anyway, in the original novel, she is a man with a female appearance. I don't know whether it has been changed in the TV series. I have to take off his armor and tear off his clothes to carefully check to know the length and depth.

"I'm talking to you."

Nangong Qianrou tried to grab him, but was stopped by Yang Yan who raised his arm.

"Yang Yan, what are you doing?"

After asking this question, she noticed a detail: the tip of the silver spear in Yang Yan's hand was gone. This not only made her stunned for two breaths, but also swept her eyes over Li Yuchun and Pang Xu who dared not look at her, and then looked back at the monk's back, sneering: "Yang Yan, you have retreated, let go."

After saying this, he exerted more force on his wrist, trying to shake Yang Yan's hand away.

"Xiao Rou, you are no match for him."

"You won't know until you try." Nangong Qianrou was unhappy with the monk's attitude towards her and her adoptive father. Since when did a monk from Qinglong Temple have the right to talk business with her adoptive father? "Yang Yan, you are worried that I will beat him to a pulp and make you lose face, right?"

"Xiao Rou, I'm doing this for your own good."

"I told you, don't call me Xiaorou!"

Nangong Qianrou was furious. As a Jinluo, she hated being called "Xiao Rou" the most, a word that sounded very feminine and weak.

Snapped.

She finally broke free and chased after him with the whip in hand.

Yang Yan was about to chase after her, but Li Yuchun held her shoulders and said, "I think it's good to let her suffer a little."

When the brother-in-law spoke, how could the brother-in-law dare not disobey? He looked at the headless silver spear in his hand and did not step forward to stop him.

Xu Qian'an saw that there was something fun to watch, so he followed the fight with the mood of watching a play. Yang Yan couldn't cure Nangong Qianrou, so could he not cure him? He winked at Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng and said, "Take him to test his aptitude."

"Hey, hey, this is boring, let's finish watching it first... Let's take the test after watching the excitement..."

The two men carried him without giving him any time to speak and walked towards the Wenxin Tower diagonally opposite.

"Hey guys, don't you want to watch the battle between Jin Luo and the Yuanying master?"

Zhu Guangxiao was about to speak when a person appeared in front of the three of them. It was Yang Yan, who had instructed the two men to take Xu Qian'an to test his aptitude.

"What did you say? A Yuanying master? Isn't he a monk?"

"Yes."

Xu Qian'an is a modern man, and he has also read some novels about cultivating immortals. Naturally, his ability to accept dual cultivation, triple cultivation, and mastering all systems is far superior to that of the practitioners in this world.

"Can't I become a monk if I have a Nascent Soul?" He then whispered, "The cheating time traveler should learn about this."

Yang Yan frowned and ignored him. He heard a puff of gas explosion coming from the front, which shot out like an arrow and arrived at the square in front of Haoqi Tower where Wei Yuan was.

The sound of the explosion came from the golden whip in Nangong Qianrou's hand. The weapon was like a spirit snake, whipping and flying in her hand, swinging up and down. The energy spreading from the whip tip was enough to break the bones of ordinary people. However, the monk did not even turn his head, but continued to move forward step by step. There was a hissing energy spreading behind him, blocking Nangong Qianrou's attack. Every impact left a scratch on the tip of the whip, and more and more thin threads fell behind his feet.

This is not the Dragon Elephant Fist used in the battle at the side courtyard, this is clearly... the body-protecting sword energy! ?

As far as martial artists are concerned, those who are at the eighth level of Qi Refining can use the swords in their hands to stimulate knife or sword energy, but the knife or sword energy here is dead. Only when they are promoted to the fourth level and comprehend the sword meaning can they summon their guns from a distance like him and animate dead objects, such as creating curved sword energy and sword energy into threads. However, even if they comprehend the sword meaning, it is impossible for them to use no weapons like the monks and rely solely on the spiritual energy in their bodies to evolve sword energy with amazing destructive power, let alone respond to stimulation and counterattack the enemy.

Only when the sword intent is elevated to the level of kendo, or close to the level of kendo, can one achieve the state where sword energy can be permeated with every move and be released at will without the need for weapons as a medium.

In other words, the monk is at least at the level of a third-grade warrior, and has already achieved the pinnacle of the third grade by initially comprehending the way of the sword.

The Dragon Elephant Fist he learned in the side courtyard of the Xu Mansion was indeed a Buddhist style. That was true. The white elephant and the white dragon were both sacred Buddhists. Xu Qian'an just said that the monk was a Yuanying master. Now he has the sword energy that can generate energy and protect the body in response to stress... A third-grade Vajra? A third-grade warrior? Or a fourth-grade Taoist master?
This...what is this?

Yang Yan has begun to doubt his life.

Li Yuchun, Pang Xu, including Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng who went to the square in front of Haoqi Tower to watch the fight despite being punished, were all dumbfounded. Their realm was not high, and they might not be able to think of deeper things, but one thing was certain, the night watchman Jinluo Nangong Qianrou was no match for the monk. Look at her face which was flushed red as if she was being teased, which meant that she had used all her strength but could not even break through the opponent's external defense.

Xu Qian'an boasted to the gathering of night watchmen: "See? The master of opening lights who was fighting Nangong Jinluo to a standstill, my friend, is staying at Xu's house."

Even a fool can see that the two sides are not indissoluble, but Nangong Qianrou has hit a wall and dug her own grave, and now she is in a dilemma.

Zhu Guangxiao patted his shoulder very kindly and said, "If you try to flatter Nangong Jinluo like this, you will only end up hitting the horse's leg."

"why?"

"Because..." Zhu Guangxiao moved closer to him and whispered, "The monk is making a fool of Nangong Jinluo."

"what?"

Yang Yan looked at Nangong Qianrou's back and shook his head and sighed: "I already said it was for your own good. You are so embarrassed now."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Along with his voice, golden figures appeared one after another.

Jiang Luzhong, Zhang Kaitai, Zhao Jin, Zhu Yang...

Seven night watchmen with golden gongs lined up in front of Haoqi Tower, some holding weapons, some unarmed, as if facing a formidable enemy, staring coldly at the monk who was approaching step by step.

Including Nangong Qianrou and Yang Yan, there were a total of twelve night watchmen with golden gongs, and nine of them arrived at the scene at once.

It can be seen how much pressure the monks brought to the night watchmen's office.

Even a second-grade Hedao master wouldn't be able to defeat them if nine Jinluo joined forces, right?
Li Yuchun, Pang Xu, and Yinluo who came here after hearing the news were all nervous.

Chu Pingsheng ignored him and continued walking towards Haoqi Tower. Just as the depressing atmosphere became more and more intense and murderous intent enveloped the night watchmen's office, and a war could break out at any time, a deep voice came from the top of Haoqi Tower.

"Xiao Rou, stop it."

If someone calls her "Xiao Rou", Nangong Qianrou will go berserk, except for the one from Haoqi Tower.

Of course, Wei Yuan's words were an order, but also a way for her to save face.

The whip stopped immediately.

Nangong Qianrou looked at the golden whip made from the fascia of a high-level monster and felt a little painful. Although it was still usable, it was obviously a bit too short.

Fortunately, it is better than Yang Yan. After all, Yang Yan's silver spear was shaved and could not be used.

Chu Pingsheng still ignored her. He raised his head slightly, looked at Wei Yuan, the night watchman leader standing on the terrace of Haoqi Tower, smiled faintly, and continued walking forward.

"Let him come up."

Wei Yuan ordered to let him go. Jiang Luzhong, Zhang Kaitai and others naturally did not dare to stop him. They split the queue in two, leaving a passage for him to pass through, entered the Haoqi Tower, climbed the stairs step by step, and went up with a stick.

Only when the monk's shoes disappeared did Jiang Luzhong walk up to Yang Yan and ask, "What is the origin of this monk?"

"This……"

Yang Yan was in a dilemma, not knowing whether he should tell them the monk's identity.

"I know." Thinking of showing off his presence in front of the Golden Gongs and providing emotional value, Xu Qian'an raised his hand and said, "That monk is a master of opening lights from the Heaven Realm. In order to experience the seven emotions and six desires and to see through them, he came to the capital of Dafeng. His first battle was at the Jiaofang Division. He used a Buddhist verse to capture the courtesan Fuxiang from Yingmei Pavilion and took her by his side as a private... bah, virgin."

Taking the famous prostitutes from the Jiaofangsi as virgins?
Jiang Luzhong, Zhang Kaitai, Zhao Jin and others looked at each other with a gloomy face.

Yang Yan couldn't help but shake his head and sighed in his heart. It turned out that the monk had lived in the Xu Mansion for almost a month, and Xu Qian'an, the owner of the side courtyard, didn't know as much about the monk's identity and background as he did.

"Who asked you to come here? Go back to Wenxin Tower."

Nangong Qianrou was defeated by the monk and turned around to vent her anger on Xu Qian'an.

Yang Yan said nothing, but looked at Jin Luo, who was always arrogant and refused to submit to anyone, with a face full of sympathy.

Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng looked at each other, then hugged the new night watchman who was showing off his eloquence at an inappropriate time, and ran into the Pavilion of Inquiry.

Of course they wanted to know how this matter ended and what the monk would talk about with Wei Yuan, but they also knew that this was not something they should know.

……

Chu Pingsheng came to the ninth floor of Haoqi Building, which is also the top floor.

The Night Watchmen's Office was built on the mountain. One had to climb up stairs to get from the entrance to the Haoqi Tower, which was the tallest building in the entire area. It offered a broad view, and one could get a panoramic view of most of the capital city from the top of the building.

There was a red sandalwood square table under the outer corridor. Wei Yuan sat facing east with a scroll in his hand and a red wooden tea tray in front of him. Next to the tea tray was a small red stove. Steam was rising from a clay pot and spring water was boiling inside, bubbling and making the lid tremble.

This powerful eunuch had fair skin, regular features, soft facial lines, and dressed in an elegant style.

"sit."

Hearing the sound of the Zen stick hitting the ground, Wei Yuan did not stand up to greet him, but just lightly rolled up his long sleeves and waved to the seat opposite.

Chu Pingsheng placed his Zen stick on the horizontal railing next to him and sat down as he was told.

Wei Yuan looked dazed, squinting his eyes as he looked at the golden Zen staff diagonally opposite him.

"Amitabha, being able to detect its abnormality means that you have returned to the second-grade Hedao realm, right?"

Wei Yuan's heart trembled, his eyes slightly fixed, no longer paying attention to the Zen stick that emitted blazing heat in his perception, and looked at the monk sitting opposite him.

(End of this chapter)