Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 453 Returning Carnage

After Xiao Ran rushed out of Xiangguo Temple, he glanced around and saw a little ghost waving at him in the distance.

"Don't leave!!"

The great Zen master Lingfa had already caught up with him.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran no longer held back. He stepped into the air with both feet and suddenly exploded to his extreme speed.

In just a moment, he completely left the great Zen master Lingfa behind.

Seeing this scene, the great Zen Master Lingfa almost popped his eyes out: "Divine Foot Power!!"

Taoism has a method to shrink the earth to an inch, and Buddhism also has a corresponding ability to travel by foot.

However, whether it is the Taoist ability to shrink the earth into an inch or the Buddhist ability to travel through space with divine powers, they are both extraordinary supernatural powers.

One can only rely on enlightenment and self-cultivation. Even the great monk Lingfa does not have such ability.

But the Nine Dragon Golden Staff was a gift from the emperor. If it was stolen, I would not be able to take the responsibility.

For a moment, Master Lingfa wanted to slap himself.

For no reason, he was just bored and had nothing better to do, but he chose to use the Nine Dragon Golden Staff to hit people. Now, the dog has been thrown away and never comes back. The great Zen Master Lingfa could only continue to chase him with a dark face and gritted teeth.

At the same time, Xiao Ran did not actually go far. Instead, after putting some distance between himself and Monk Lingfa, he rushed straight to a teahouse.

When they were not far from the teahouse, Xiao Ran slowed down his pace, looked back at the old monk who had not yet caught up with him, and quickly threw out a corpse that he had prepared earlier.

In the private room of the teahouse, Huang Chao and Deng Wenzhu were sitting inside drinking tea.

Huang Chao had no interest in the so-called Ullambana Festival. In his opinion, this so-called festival was just a means for monks to make money and deceive worshippers.

The most important thing is that although his appearance had been changed by a fortune teller, there were always masters lurking in the world. If someone could find out the clues, it would be a trouble.

At this moment, Huang Chao and Deng Wenzhu were sitting here, waiting for another guest.

"Um!!"

Huang Chao suddenly raised his head and reached out to pull Deng Wenzhu who was next to him.

"Swish!"

A figure broke out of the window, braked on the ground, raised the golden Zen staff in his hand and smashed it towards Deng Wenzhu's position.

If Huang Chao hadn't pulled Deng Wenzhu over, Deng Wenzhu would have probably had his head smashed by the Zen stick.

The opponent's attack missed, and he threw the golden Zen staff in his hand away.

The Zen stick smashed towards the two people like a cannonball.

"Humph!"

Huang Chao snorted coldly. How could he take such a small trick seriously? He opened his big hand and easily grabbed the Zen stick in his hand with a slap.

Then he pushed his palm back, and the Zen stick in his hand shot out like a cannonball, hitting the opponent directly.

The enormous force directly knocked the man four or five meters away, and his bones made crackling sounds.

After falling heavily to the ground, he immediately fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Who is this person?" Deng Wenzhu walked forward and took a closer look, but he didn't recognize who the person was.

But after a closer inspection, it was found that this man had solid muscles and his hands were covered with calluses, and he was obviously a skilled hand.

But why would this person fight with them for no reason?
Huang Chao was also full of doubts and picked up the Zen stick on the ground.

He only felt a surge of Vajra power from the Zen staff. He frowned immediately, and a dim breath surged out from his palm, forcibly suppressing the Vajra power on the Zen staff.

But just as he suppressed the force of the Zen stick, he heard a scolding coming from outside the window.

"Bold!!"

Then, the tremendous Buddha light struck through the wall like thunder and hit the two of them.

"court death!!"

The unexpected attack made Huang Chao furious. A sense of kingly dominance surged from his body and he let out a long roar, causing the surrounding void to vibrate.

Immediately afterwards, he threw a punch forward, and the surrounding air immediately rolled and twisted along with the punch, gathering on Huang Chao's fist and turning into the phantom of a tiger.

"boom!!"

When the two collided, there was a dull explosion, and the entire teahouse began to shake.

As soon as the smoke and dust cleared, Huang Chao walked out of the collapsed room with a dark face.

He looked up at the old monk in front of him.

"Who are you and why are you attacking me?"

Great Zen Master Lingfa squinted his eyes and looked Huang Chao up and down.

However, when he saw that his Nine Dragon Golden Staff was still in the other person's hand, he couldn't help but look a little anxious.

But judging from the way they just fought, this person might not be the thief.

But no matter who it is, the most important thing now is to take back the Nine Dragon Golden Staff.

"Amitabha, good, good, I am Lingfa, the nine-dragon golden staff in your hand is a treasure bestowed by the current emperor, please return it to me."

"Ha!" Huang Chao sneered with disdain when he heard that.

Who is he? The number one traitor in the world. It would have been better if the old monk didn’t mention the emperor, but mentioning the emperor made Huang Chao feel unhappy.

"My lord, this is clearly someone trying to frame someone and mislead others. My lord, please don't be fooled."

Deng Wenzhu at the side spoke up to remind him.

Isn't this an obvious thing? How could Huang Chao not see it?

But if he just returned the thing in his hand to the old monk, then he would not be Huang Chao.

"Old monk, you attacked me without asking any questions. Now you want me to return this thing to you. Why?"

Huang Chao half-squinted his eyes and looked at the great Zen master in front of him and asked.

"I have been chasing the thief all the way, but I couldn't catch him. I was so anxious that I lost my composure. I hope you can forgive me."

Master Lingfa had a bitter face. He was indeed wrong in this matter. He was so anxious that he chased the thief all the way and saw that he was almost out of sight.

Finally, he suddenly saw someone holding his Nine Dragon Golden Staff. In a panic, he was worried that the other party would escape again, so he naturally attacked without hesitation.

"Then kneel down and kowtow to me, and I will return this thing to you."

Huang Chao casually inserted the golden Zen stick in his hand into the table, clasped his hands in his arms, raised his head, and stared at the old monk with contempt.

At this moment, the people who had followed out from Daxiangguo Temple to watch the excitement had already caught up.

After hearing Huang Chao's words, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

He was the great Zen Master Lingfa, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple, and the judge of this sword review. How could he ask him to kneel down and kowtow? Who was so arrogant?
When everyone looked over and saw Huang Chao's face clearly, many people were surprised and said, "It's him!"

Last time at Hongbin Tower, Huang Chao's tragic life experience and the unstoppable sword energy obviously left a deep impression on everyone.

"This is the guy from Hongbinlou last time called... Zhang... Oh, Zhang Wumeng. Yes, that's him."

"It's him, Zhang Wumeng, who learned all kinds of skills to avenge his parents."

Everyone was whispering, but it couldn't escape the ears of Master Lingfa, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

He put his hands together and said to Huang Chao again: "Namo Amitabha, it is my fault that I lost the treasure. It is even more wrong for me to act rashly against the donor. Normally, I should apologize to the donor, but I am under the emperor's order to judge this sword competition. Kneeling down as a judge is an insult to the emperor's grace. Please forgive me for not being able to agree to the donor's request."

"Bald donkey, stop using the review to pressure me. If you don't kneel down and kowtow today, you won't be able to take this Zen stick back!"

Huang Chao felt a surge of anger in his heart. It would have been fine if the old monk had just apologized humbly.

But instead of apologizing, this bald donkey kept saying “the emperor’s grace” and “the review”.

Huang Chao was the leader of the rebellion and hated the corrupt dynasty to the core. How could he tolerate such humiliation?

It's like someone slaps you in the face and then says that they hit the wrong person, but I'm a village committee cadre, and I'm the cadre specifically responsible for you. I represent the image of the village. I can just say sorry verbally and ask for compensation.

If it were someone else, they would be able to tolerate it, but this time they happened to encounter a wanted criminal with an antisocial personality, so it would be strange if they could tolerate it.

Zen Master Lingfa's face suddenly turned unfriendly. He had even mentioned his identity as a sword reviewer, but the other party didn't give him any face at all. His heart sank. "If that's the case, then I can only experience your skills in person."

Huang Chao raised the corners of his lips, and slowly drew out his sword from his waist, his eyes becoming cold.

Just when they were about to take action here, at the same time, outside the Zen hall of Daxiangguo Temple on the other side.

Zou Zicheng was still kneeling on the ground waiting.

Seeing that Master Lingfa had not returned yet, he didn't know whether to kneel or stand up.

He was the only one in the empty yard, and he had already started cursing in his heart.

"You bald ass, can you please nod your head before you go? What's the point of running away without saying a word? Should I go home? Or go home? Or go home?"

Just as Zou Zicheng was hesitating whether he should stand up, find a place to sit down and wait, or kneel on the ground and continue to show his piety.

A cold wind came.

"Master, you are back."

Hearing the noise, Zou Zicheng hurriedly raised his head, only to see a black shadow falling from the sky.

Before Zou Zicheng could scream, the black shadow kicked him in the face.

Although the Zou family is powerful, they are not a family that practices martial arts, and Zou Zicheng is not a martial artist and has not learned any skills.

In the eyes of the Zou family, this kind of warrior is no different from a captive dog.

The martial arts world is nothing but low-class stuff, so why would one lower one's status to practice such things?

Normally, Zou Zicheng is surrounded by experts to protect him, but today he came to Xiangguo Temple to meet the great Zen Master Lingfa, so these crude warriors naturally could not come in with him.

Besides, how could he lose even a hair in front of the great Zen Master Lingfa? ?
However, no matter how much he planned, he never expected that Xiao Ran, who had just been chased out by Master Lingfa, would actually make a comeback at this moment.

After this kick, Zou Zicheng felt as if his neck was about to break, and he fell several times on the ground.

The severe pain almost made him faint.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the masked man in black in front of him. When he opened his mouth to say something, the next second the other party reached out and pinched Zou Zicheng's throat, twisting it neatly.

With a sound of "Crack!!".

Zou Zicheng probably couldn't have imagined even in his dreams that he would die so suddenly, so silently, with his eyes wide open until they lost all color...

(End of this chapter)