The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1761 Zhang Cheng: "I hate monks the most!"

Outside Weizhou City, a group of five people were moving forward.

Riding his stubborn donkey, Zhang Cheng took out the erhu he had bought at the market and began to play.
As the music drifted down, the crowd's spirits sank.

Turning his head, Er Gou looked at Zhang Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng, what are you doing?"

"boring!"

Looking at Er Gou with a big smile, Zhang Cheng immediately laughed.
"If you're bored, get down and walk around a bit. Stop playing that thing with your instrument!"

When Zhang Cheng spoke up, Er Gou and the other constables all started complaining.
After hearing their words, Zhang Cheng stuffed the erhu into his bag and said, "If you don't want to play, then don't!"

With that, Zhang Cheng jumped off the stubborn donkey and walked away leisurely.

They chatted about what would happen after they got back, and everyone's faces were beaming with joy.

After all, escorting prisoners to their exiles was a very dangerous task; if there were a shortage of personnel, there would be consequences.

Although they encountered many things on their journey, they managed to escape unscathed.

Three days later, in a light drizzle, the group hurried along and finally saw a temple on the mountain.
But just then, Er Gou pulled Zhang Cheng aside and said, "Brother Cheng, don't go into this dilapidated temple!"

"Is there still such a rule?"

Looking at Er Gou with suspicion, Zhang Cheng became surprised.
"I'd rather sleep on a grave than enter a dilapidated temple!"

Looking seriously at Zhang Cheng, Er Gou and the others began to speak one after another.
"But in this desolate wilderness, where can we find shelter from the rain?"

Addressing the crowd, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but explain.
"Alright, that makes sense. Everyone, let's go in, but be careful!"

Looking at the people beside him, Er Gou's expression turned serious.
"Brother Laifu, have you encountered any trouble?"

Looking at Er Gou with suspicion, Zhang Cheng became surprised.
"Three years ago, I was also escorting prisoners. I was taking shelter from the rain with a few others in a dilapidated temple when we were ambushed in the middle of the night. Two of them died trying to save me!"

Er Gou's face was serious as he explained to Zhang Cheng.

Hearing Er Gou's words, Zhang Cheng understood what was going on.

Because of the desolate wilderness, dilapidated temples can easily become "hunting spots," and if a temple is in ruins, it is bound to give birth to some kind of ghosts!
However, Zhang Cheng didn't care about any of that, because there was no one in the sky who could fight better than him, and among those in the sky, none of them could fight as well as him!
Zhang Cheng: You guys have connections above you, but I don't have any connections above me!

Zhang Bairen:
Upon entering the temple on the mountain, I found that it was relatively well-maintained.
"Are you here to take shelter from the rain, fellow worshippers?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng and the others, the young novice monk who had come out asked a question.
"Indeed, thank you for troubling this bald little Zen master!"

Zhang Cheng was about to call monks "bald monks" when he opened his mouth, but he backed down in the end, since he didn't really like dealing with monks!
The little monk, smiling broadly at Zhang Cheng, said nothing, but simply invited them into the courtyard.
However, after Zhang Cheng and his group entered, they discovered that there were already quite a few people there, all seeking shelter from the rain.

This place is located on a major road connecting the west bank of the river to the east bank, so it's normal for there to be people here. If there were no people here, that would be a ghost story!

Nodding to each other, Zhang Cheng and the others went to the small courtyard at the back.

Er Gou took out the incense money and handed it to the little monk, but just as everyone was tidying up their clothes, Zhang Cheng said seriously, "Be careful, something's wrong with this temple!"

"How to say?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Er Gou spoke suspiciously.
"I can't quite put my finger on it, but something just doesn't feel right! Also, why is there only one novice monk in this temple?"

Hearing Er Gou's words, Zhang Cheng replied, but his hand remained on the hilt of his sword, as if ready to fight at any moment.
"Listen to Cheng-ge'er, and don't be careless!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng say this, Er Gou immediately became alert.

"Brother Cheng, if you ask me, you're worrying too much. We're constables, after all. Who would dare lay a hand on us?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, one of the constables couldn't help but chuckle.

"What wouldn't these bandits dare to do? Don't think you're a constable; they'd even dare to chop up the county magistrate! Hasn't it happened over the years?" Zhang Cheng looked at the other man with amusement and laughed.
Upon hearing Zhang Cheng's words, everyone became wary.
After all, Zhang Cheng was right; in the world of martial arts, the most important thing is to be steady.
The elderly, children, women, and monks are the most dangerous to deal with!

In the dead of night, Zhang Cheng was resting with his eyes closed when he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance and immediately held his breath.
Er Gou and the others, however, did not react so well; they were instantly drugged and knocked unconscious.
Upon entering the room, a tall, burly man with a menacing face, dressed in a cassock, said, "Not bad, we've struck it rich tonight. With the bundles of these five people, we're sure to have a thousand or eight hundred taels of silver!"

"It's all thanks to our eldest brother for choosing such a good location. Who knew that we would have already slaughtered all the monks here? Hahaha!"

He happily agreed, and the man next to him immediately laughed.
"Little Ball, you did a good job. I'll give you those two girls tonight after I'm done with them!"

Looking at the young novice beside him, the burly monk couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Thank you big brother, thank you big brother!"

Looking happily at the burly monk, the novice monk named Little Ball also laughed.

"Drag them all out and slaughter them! They were dumped in the backyard of my precious child, and he hasn't had a proper meal in days!"

With a gruff voice, the burly man went straight to their bags, intending to rummage for money.
But in the next second, something unexpected happened; a blade gleaming with cold light slashed towards the fleshy man's neck.
"Brother be careful!"

With a piercing roar, the young novice monk couldn't help but howl back.
"what?"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, the burly man retreated without paying attention, smashing a nearby chair in the process.
"Pfft!"

Blood gushed out, a large gash appearing on the face of the burly man, from which blood flowed uncontrollably, making him look exceptionally ferocious.
"Good lad, you weren't drugged?"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in terror, the burly man's eyes widened, and he immediately drew the broadsword from his waist.

"Trying to use your incense tricks on me? Back when I was roaming the martial world, you didn't even bother to find out who your father was on this street in the Great Song Dynasty!"

With icy eyes fixed on the burly man, Zhang Cheng immediately brought his blade down.

"Clang!"

Desperately parrying the knife, the burly man immediately felt a surge of power.

"Ah! What are you still doing? Chop him up!"

With a scream, the burly man, seeing Zhang Cheng's knife already piercing his shoulder, roared in fury.

Upon hearing the burly man's words, the other fake monks also rushed over, knives in hand.
However, due to the cramped room, the group was unable to maneuver effectively.

Wielding his longsword, Zhang Cheng roared, "Night Battle in All Directions!"

Seeing Zhang Cheng's frenzied appearance, the others were too scared to move forward, because this was not a night battle, it was just indiscriminate hacking and slashing.

Having narrowly escaped death, the burly man wiped the blood from his cheek and roared, "Kill him! Kill him!"

Seeing the people about to rush forward, Zhang Cheng immediately pulled out some lime powder and said, "Scatter gold coins like rain from the sky!"

"Oh!"

The lime powder exploded in the cramped room, immediately blinding everyone.

Even Zhang Cheng wasn't spared; his head was covered in dust.

However, he was prepared and immediately began hacking away with his knife.

Stunned by what he saw, the burly man immediately fled, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
Is this kid really a constable? Why is he carrying lime powder with him? He's more of a seasoned veteran than any seasoned criminal!

"Ah! Big brother, save me, big brother!"

Amidst the rising and falling screams, the room was filled with wails of agony.
Before long, Zhang Cheng emerged, his head covered in white ash, patting his shoulders and carrying a long, blood-dripping knife. He declared, "I hate monks the most!"

(End of this chapter)