Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 158 157 battles

No matter which city, even if it is the best place in the capital or the prosperous place in the East Capital.

Behind the appearance of peace and happiness, there is always poverty, chaos and darkness.

If the north of the city and the east and west markets are the essence of a state, then the south of the city is the worst side of Songzhou City.

There are gangs, prostitutes, human teeth, and beggars here.
Some were dying of starvation, some were dying of disease, and some had just fled into the city and were still breathing.
Even though Bai Juyi cleaned and managed the area many times, the chaotic and gloomy background always lingered.

The dynasty is terminally ill, and war and famine are shrouding the world. One person may be able to govern a city well, but the collapse of the outside world will eventually make this effort go to waste.

But these are things that the bigwigs have to consider. For the common people in several towns and villages in the south of the city, survival does not require a reason.

No matter how humble their lives were, they could only compete with wild dogs for food, sleep in mud and water, and fight with beggars who had the same experience as them.

But as long as one can survive, no one will give up hope of living.

Therefore, when Li Cunxiao brought his fellow disciples from Tiangu Temple and pulled carts of porridge to give alms, the poor immediately flocked to the temple.

A long line stretched from one end of the market town to the other. Looking at the monks' bulging muscles, no one dared to cause trouble at this time.

"Why are the monks from Tiangu Temple giving alms at this time? Is there a ghost?"

In the corner of the team, two men in ragged clothes huddled together and talked in low voices.

They lowered their heads and looked alert, looking no different from other beggars.

But if you look closely, you will find that although these two people are thin, they do not look as pale and skinny or with dull eyes as others.

Perhaps to cover up this difference, their clothes were dirtier and uglier, and there was more dust and dirt on their faces.

"Is Yong'anfang the only place where alms can be given?"

"Not only that. Just now, a brother from the sect sent a message that the two neighboring Yonghe and Yongping districts also donated."

"After all, the Yulan Festival has only been over for five days, and Tiangu Temple has often held donations in previous years, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"That should be the case. But to be on the safe side, I still have to go back and report to the altar master."

After one of them finished speaking, the other one understood immediately and suddenly bumped into him hard, causing him to stagger.

"You idiot! This is where the Buddha from Tiangu Temple gives out porridge. Is it because of the Bodhisattva's mercy that you come to cut in line? Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?"

The voices were neither loud nor soft, and only a few beggars nearby heard the quarrel between the two and silently stepped back a few steps.

The man who was knocked to the ground rolled into a gourd, with an angry look on his face and cursing a few words.

The man opposite raised his fist and waved it a few times, then ran away in fear.

"Humph, you're a bully."

The person who stayed behind put on a smug look on his face when he saw the other person walking away.

However, when he turned around, he saw a young man dressed as a lay monk standing behind him.

My heart seemed to stop for a moment.

"Li Cunxiao?! Why is he here to distribute porridge?"

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, but he knelt down without hesitation.
"Oh! It's the Buddha of Tiangu Temple, Nezha the Third Prince! You are so kind and generous, and you have come to give alms to us lonely ghosts."

Li Cunxiao was delighted when he heard this.

Everyone in the Ming Cult is a talent.

"My humble life is only possible thanks to the mercy of the Bodhisattvas."

"Okay, okay, stop kneeling."

Li Cunxiao reached out and grabbed the other person's shoulder with a very casual look.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this is how the geniuses of the big sects are. They never leave the main gate and never go out of the back gate. They think they are immortals or Buddhas just by being praised.

Damn, I was so scared that I thought I was exposed
"Did your companion go back to tip off the enemy?"

"Yeah?"

Cold sweat instantly covered the man's back, and a flash of fear flashed across his face, which he tried to hide.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

But just as he was desperately trying to think of an excuse, a stream of scorching energy suddenly invaded his body along the point where his shoulders and five fingers touched.

A burning sensation spread along the meridians, but what followed was not pain, but a tingling pleasure that made one's scalp tingle and the body shiver.

"The Vajra Palm again? Is this the only martial art you have in the Ming Cult?"

Li Cunxiao felt the information brought to him by the movement of true qi and said something casually.

He himself had practiced the Vajra Palm, so of course he knew what kind of changes this martial art would bring to the physical body.

However, his words caused a storm in the man's heart.

He really couldn't understand it. He just came out to gather information as usual, but after just one encounter, he was locked and identified, and his martial arts were recognized.

The Yanmo Qi disturbed the blood and qi in his meridians. For a moment, he could not do anything, like a mute. Li Cunxiao helped him back to a room that had been prepared long ago.

The beggars nearby were envious when they saw this, and thought that Tiangu Temple was showing mercy and wanted to hire people as servants.

This kind of thing happened in previous years of disaster.

Why don't I have this kind of luck?
"Brother Li, how can you tell at a glance that this person is a member of the Demonic Cult?"

Su Wuming and the government staff had been on standby in this room, and they were a little surprised to see this.

At this time, because of the Yanmo Qi causing his blood to run wild, the man could not control his muscles, and his body, which had been deliberately shrunk, returned to its original shape.

An ordinary beggar would not have such a strong body. Su Wuming and others could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with this person.

But how did Li Sanlang figure it out?

"I heard it," Li Cunxiao explained with a smile.

With the wind wheel on his body, he is not only fast, but can also control the airflow to a certain extent.

Even though the sound was ten feet away and dissipated by the wind, and was in a noisy place surrounded by dozens or hundreds of people, he could still accurately distinguish the information he was looking for.

"So what if you recognized me?"

The man finally regained the ability to speak, and no longer concealed his feelings. He sneered as he spoke.

"I can't possibly tell you anything. Hmmmmmm!!!"

A strange sound came from his trembling throat. Li Cunxiao retracted his right hand, which was covered with Yanmo Qi, and looked at the other party's twitching muscles and rolled eyes. He spoke calmly:
"Your companion is already being followed. If you want to survive, tell us some useful information."

"For example, how many children did you capture, where in the house were they hidden, how many people were inside, and what realm they were in."

The man was extremely shocked and angry, the tingling pleasure still lingered in his body, but he was still unwilling to give up struggling:
"I told you, there's no way I can tell you anything."

A strong shock surged into his heart, and this time, he almost fainted. His face was abnormally flushed, which made Su Wuming and others beside him feel a chill.

"Still refusing to tell me?"

Li Cunxiao frowned.

Useless?
Could it be that the other party considers this as a reward?

"It's still a tough nut to crack. This method doesn't work, huh."

With this thought in mind, he immediately drew the sword of a nearby bad guy, and the icy blade clamped directly on the opponent's hard vitals. "I said..." the man said vaguely.

"Then I can only cut off your hard bones first."

"I confess!"

There was a burst of ghostly howling, and after a while, Li Cunxiao walked out of the hut without looking back.

Behind him, Su Wuming looked at the man with a large wet spot on his crotch, waved his hand, and the bad guys next to him immediately took him away.

"Master Yuanguang, your junior fellow disciple is truly extraordinary."

Yuanguang recalled the scenes just now with a strange expression on his face, but he felt relieved after a moment.

Geniuses are bound to have all kinds of quirks. Although Li Cunxiao's methods are somewhat unusual, as long as they are used for the right reasons, they are harmless.

"That unknown senior indeed has a unique vision."

The monks at Tiangu Temple still give out porridge and the crowds are still crowded.

Yuanguang and Su Wuming left quietly with their men, and finally surrounded a courtyard in Yong'anfang.

Li Cunxiao was standing at the gate of the yard, smiling and communicating with the people inside.

"We are currently distributing porridge in the market. If you are interested, you can go now."

"There are already a lot of people queuing up. If you go too late, there will be no porridge left."

"Master really has a kind heart of a bodhisattva." The man inside the door only showed half of his face. He looked very grateful, but his hands did not move at all.

"Zhang Pu just came back to report the news, and it's only been half an hour, and the monks from Tiangu Temple arrived right after. Could it be that they were being followed?"

Thinking this in my heart, I couldn't help but test it out:

"Master, I."

The people in the sect were testing cautiously, and Li Cunxiao couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

According to what the man just said, there should be twenty-five Ming Cult members in this courtyard.

Because they were also the first group of believers sent to the state capital, they started by kidnapping children and the scale was not large.

The upper limit of strength cannot be too high, after all, I am afraid of being discovered, but the average quality is not bad.

Among them, there is one altar master in the Huangting realm, three in the Zangfu realm, and the rest are all strong muscles.

As for the children, because Li Cunxiao and the governor's office acted too quickly, they did not have time to spread out in the city, so there were only a dozen children from Beitianyuan and a dozen beggars collected from the city.

However, this stronghold had already been operated before these people arrived, and a tunnel had been dug underground.

Since Yong'anfang is very close to the South City Gate, this tunnel can almost lead directly to the outside of the city.

For this reason, although Li Cunxiao came with the intention of alerting the enemy, he did not take action immediately, but wanted to understand the situation more.

After all, it concerns the safety of more than ten children, so it is always better to be more prepared.

But now that I see that the other party has become alert, there is no point in pretending to be nice.

"Master, why are you sighing? Huh?"

The people in the door were wondering when suddenly the world started spinning in front of their eyes.

With the sound of something falling to the ground, before everything fell into darkness, he only saw a headless corpse standing behind the door, the cut on the neck was smooth and flat, and blood was gushing into the sky.

A young man in a sky-blue monk's robe stepped in.

"You mean, the people from Tiangu Temple are distributing porridge in the three markets of Yonghe, Yongping, and Yong'an?"

Yao Ziheng frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"Master, I heard on my way back that Su Wuming, the military officer of the Law Department, is currently leading people to investigate a case at Beitianyuan."

Zhang Pu spoke cautiously. He was the person who had just left the porridge distribution team.

He had just come back to report the news out of caution, but when he heard the news that Su Wuming was investigating the case halfway, he was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Master, could it be that we have been discovered?"

"This shouldn't be the case," Yao Ziheng frowned even tighter.

"These corrupt officials have always been indifferent to the people's affairs and only know how to plunder and accumulate wealth."

"Could it be that Bai Xiangshan really loves his people like his own children as the rumors say?"

They had only been in the city for ten days, and this was their first time taking action in the provincial capital, yet they were suspected of being discovered. It was really hard to accept.

If this gets back, wouldn't it mean that Yao Ziheng is incompetent?
"Never mind. The great cause of the Holy Church is more important. Regardless of whether they've been discovered or not, now that we have the first batch of children, we should send them over now to avoid any further complications."

After a brief moment of thought, reason and loyalty to the Ming Cult prevailed over emotion.

"After we send them away, let's move to another base. This place might not be safe anymore!"

Yao Ziheng's expression suddenly changed. Before Zhang Pu could come to his senses, he saw the other party rushing out more than ten steps and breaking through the brick wall.

There was a loud bang, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and without any obstruction, the smell of blood mixed with dust penetrated into the nose.

Zhang Pu was horrified when he saw the bloody corpses scattered all over the yard and the monk standing among the corpses.

Li Cunxiao? When did you come?!

And he killed so many skilled fighters without making any noise. Wasn't he still in the Viscera Realm during the Yu Lan Festival a few days ago?!

"Little beast, take your life!"

Yao Ziheng was shocked and angry, and had no intention of finding out what had happened.

He strode forward, his muscles expanding rapidly as he ran, and in a blink of an eye he had turned into a three-meter-tall giant, surrounded by light golden innate energy, like a Vajra Warrior.

The bricks, stones and soil on the ground kept exploding with every footstep. When it was three feet in front of Li Cunxiao, a huge golden fist squeezed the air and smashed down from top to bottom.

Wrapped in the true energy, the palm of his hand was like a demon-slaying pestle, able to cut through anything, indestructible.

Big Vedic Pestle!
Li Cunxiao looked at this fierce attack without any panic, and even had the leisure to give some advice:
"Besides the stolen Buddhist weapons, do you Ming Cult have no other new tricks?"

"Insanity!"

Seeing that the opponent did not dodge or evade, the murderous intent in Yao Ziheng's eyes became even more violent. With his Huangting minor success level, all the true energy in the four meridians poured into his right fist, vowing to kill the opponent with one blow!

boom! ! ! !

A loud bang like thunder exploded, and Zhang Pu felt dizzy, as if his eardrums were shaken by a bronze bell at close range.

Despite this, his eyes remained unblinking, staring intently at the gradually dispersing smoke and dust.

Yao Ziheng was still standing, but there was no joy of success on his face. Instead, his eyes were wandering rapidly, and he looked surprised and uncertain.

Missed it?!

"You only hit my afterimage, of course you can't hit me."

what?
A teasing voice came from above his head, and Yao Ziheng's heart was alarmed. He kicked his feet and retreated violently. However, as soon as his feet left the ground, a powerful sword energy came down on his head.

As swift as thunder, as large as a half moon, the green blade light stretched out a length of ten feet. The strong wind blew Yao Ziheng's hair apart. In his wide-open eyes, there was only the shadow of the dragon bird that kept approaching.

The blood is soaring to the sky!
(End of this chapter)