White Snake: I am a Swordsman

Chapter 81 (First Order) You Make Me Look Dumb
The night was dark and windy, with dark clouds obscuring the moon.

The Huangfeng Valley was completely silent, with only the Guanyin Temple standing tall amid the sound of Buddhist chants and brightly lit.

"Abbot!"

"That kid is knocking on the door again!"

The little monk rushed into the main hall, terrified.

The fat monk sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha, his back to the young monk, and said calmly, "I understand, get out now."

The little monk left anxiously.

The fat monk bowed his head to the Buddha statue in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Buddha, every time that person comes, his magic power increases by one point."

"Now he has defeated all the guardian demons, and they are about to rush into the Zen temple."

rustling --

The tall Buddha statue slowly opened its eyes, and the gold powder on its eyelids fell off, revealing a pair of cloudy eyeballs.

"Guangzhi."

The Buddha spoke, his voice indifferent.

A tall and thin monk walked out of the shadows, carrying a double-edged knife on his back. He twirled Buddhist beads in his left hand and held his right hand upright in front of him. There was half compassion and half ferocity in his eyes.

"My Buddha, the great wisdom is here."

Guangzhi raised his head slowly.

The big Buddha lowered his eyes, and the air suddenly became silent.

"After several days of torture, the dog became unconscious and could no longer recognize who its master was."

The Buddha looked down at the fat monk and Guangzhi, and said in a loud voice: "Tonight I will lead it to plot a great event. If you two can defeat that man once more, you will have completed your merits and can ascend to heaven with me!"

"Thank Buddha." The fat monk and Guangzhi said in unison, with pious expressions.

"Go." The big Buddha closed his eyes.

The fat monk and Guangzhi looked at each other, turned around and walked out of the main hall.

The Zen temple was in chaos.

Monks were running around in panic everywhere, and screams, roars, and explosions were heard everywhere, as if it was the end of the world.

The fat monk and Guangzhi remained silent.

They walked straight outside, there were fewer and fewer people, and their voices were getting louder and louder.

A short figure stopped them.

In his hand he held a three-pointed, double-edged sword with a few strands of rat hair stained on it. He was covered in blood and his robes could no longer be seen in their original color.

He stared at them for a few seconds and said with deep resentment, "It was you two who taught those archery rats?"

He clenched his teeth so hard that they made a creaking sound.

"Amitabha."

The fat monk said kindly, "Donor, why don't you come in and sit down with us? We can chat and turn enemies into friends. Isn't that wonderful?"

The little boy was trembling all over.

Damn yellow-haired rat, he died countless times before he could break into the Zen temple, and now you want to turn enemy into friend?

"Give me back my dog ​​first!" he shouted.

The fat monk smiled without showing his teeth: "Donor, your dog has a connection with Buddhism. If you are here for it, please go back."

The little boy snorted coldly: "So there's nothing to talk about?"

He raised the three-pointed, double-edged sword, pointing the tip of the sword at the abbot's nose, revealing his murderous intent.

The fat monk smiled but said nothing.

Guangzhi walked forward, took out a double-edged sword from his back, and swung it slowly. Hot flames rose from the blade, and he fought with the little boy.

Sparks were flying and there was a constant sound of metal clashing.

Both sides are evenly matched.

But as the little boy gets more familiar with Guangzhi, Guangzhi gradually becomes unable to resist and danger looms.

Clang!
The flaming double-headed knife flew high, and a huge space opened up in front of Guangzhi's chest.

The little boy looked smug and stabbed him in the left chest with a knife.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
The brocade bag on Guangzhi's waist flew to the side of the little boy, emitting a strong suction force.

The little boy was quick to react.

He kicked off the ground and did a backflip to avoid the magic bag.

But the three-pointed, double-edged sword slipped out of his hand and was sucked away by the brocade bag, disappearing without a trace.

The fat monk looked solemn.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the brocade bag covered the little boy's head.

The little boy was furious. He injected his magic power into the earth veins, and his body was stuck in place like a nail. The situation changed dramatically!

The fat monk shouted, "Guangzhi!"

Whoosh!
The flaming double-headed knife came through the air and pierced the little boy's chest.

The little boy's eyes widened.

His body turned into a stream of clear air, broke free from the constraints of the brocade bag, and soared into the air.

The fat monk and Guangzhi looked at each other and felt relieved.

Fortunately, with the help of the magic weapon, they defeated this man again. After tonight, they can go to the Western Paradise.

"Amitabha."

The fat monk murmured, "The devil is one foot taller, but the Buddha is ten feet taller. We won this time."

Before he finished speaking, another storm arose!
The clear air hovered in the sky and did not fly away like before. Instead, it burst into dazzling white light!
The fat monk and Guangzhi were caught off guard and felt like their eyes were about to be blinded.

The white light suddenly dissipated, revealing a young general in a white robe.

The young general in white robe wears a golden crown, silver armor and steps on auspicious clouds.

He looked down at the Zen temple with a disdainful look.

The Fat Monk and Guangzhi did not expect such a sudden change. They looked at each other in shock.

"I didn't have a good time fighting just now!"

"Come again!"

The young general in white robe looked more mature than the little boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, and his voice was also stronger and no longer shrill.

He raised his hand.

tear-

Silver light shot into his palm like lightning and turned into a three-pointed, double-edged sword.

The fat monk looked down in horror and found that the brocade bag had a tear.

"Come again!"

The young general in white robe grasped the three-pointed, double-edged sword and swung it casually, and a terrifying wave of air poured down.

The courtyard walls and the palace collapsed with a loud bang, and the heavy stone lions were blown away. After several breaths, there was no sound of them falling to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Zen temple turned into ruins!
Guangzhi stood in the ruins. He and the fat monk looked at each other and they could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Gudong!

The sound of swallowing saliva is clearly audible.

The show started and people took their seats.

Next to the wooden stake outside the open space, the White Dragon Horse was listening to "Waiting for the Moon in the West Chamber" while chewing grass.

Two feminine men came over.

"Certainly!"

They took out a yellow talisman from their arms and stuck it on the White Dragon Horse's forehead.

White Dragon Horse:
I couldn't decide whether to chew the grass in my mouth or not. I was stuck in this awkward situation.

The crudely made talisman paper fluttered in front of him. White Dragon Horse looked up and saw that the surface of the paper was so rough that it was full of burrs, and the brushwork used to draw the talisman was hard to describe.

The power is just right.

If it were a horse, it would really be able to stay still.

At this time, the taller of the two spoke up: "There are too many people around Li Gongfu, and we can't squeeze in. Let's cast a spell to kill him here."

They were the assassins who came to assassinate Li Gongfu.

Just now, they wanted to blend in with the crowd and kill Li Gongfu without anyone noticing.

But they overestimated their strength and tried to squeeze in, but failed.

Later, someone on the stage suddenly started singing.

Everyone sat down, and only the two of them stood alone, standing out.

They had no choice but to go outside.

The short man had a fierce look in his eyes. He untied his belt and took out a red soft sword.

"By the way, let's kill his brother-in-law as well. When we return, Lord Xu will definitely be very happy and might even give us his new concubine as a reward."

The short man looked greedy.

"Okay!" the tall man agreed.

"After we kill them, we'll flee on horseback. Even if someone sees us doing it, they won't be able to catch up with us!"

White Dragon Horse:
　I will post one chapter first. The remaining chapters are almost finished and will be posted together in the evening. I will post four chapters a day in the future.

　　
　
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