Scourge Messenger

Chapter 23 An Wu, Here I Come
Even after crossing the main gate of Anguo Temple, Yao Shiyuan still did not trust Huang Quan's plan to close the temple gate.

Her Embroidered Uniform Guards had thoroughly investigated the personnel movements at Anguo Temple over the past year and confirmed that Huang Quan could not have planted personnel there in just a few days. Furthermore, given the divine protection of Chang'an City, Huang Quan could not have murdered a monk at Anguo Temple and impersonated him.

Huang Quan's claim that he had planted a traitor in Anguo Temple was a complete lie.

She had already prepared her words. If Huang Quan failed to successfully close the Anguo Temple gate, she would immediately jump out and scold Huang Quan for being self-righteous and asking for his own fault. His failure was a manifestation of irresponsibility and lack of commitment. The only way out now was to follow my command. Only I could lead everyone to victory...

Until the overwhelming ringing of ringtones interrupted her fantasy.

Yao Shiyuan watched helplessly as the monks hurriedly closed all the temple doors and pulled down the gates, including the small door leading to the second floor, and even the windows. In less than twenty seconds, the entire Anguo Temple was completely sealed off, isolating the inside from the outside, creating a perfect environment for committing a crime.

Only the monks of Anguo Temple would have so many people and be able to close the temple gate in such a short time.

Although Yaoshiyuan still didn't know what the yellow dog had done, there was no doubt that all the monks in Anguo Temple had become "traitors" at this moment!
What he said was actually true.

He actually did it.

He laid out a perfect plan right under my nose, and I couldn't even figure out the basics of it!

Closing the palace gate was his plan, opening the safe was his proposal, and even the location to escape was chosen by him!

Chang'an City is clearly my territory, how can he do whatever he wants?

I am the daughter of Duke Jin and the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. How come he is more comfortable than me?
I am clearly the destined master of the House of Thieves, but why is he better than me?

Why!
Why!

After Pharmacist Yuan put on the black wolf mask, no one could see her expression. Everyone could only feel the heat from the surging energy and blood in her body, and her rising momentum!

"How dare you act wildly in Anguo Temple!"

A tall monk holding a stick climbed out from the counter. When he saw the monk with a broken arm lying on the ground and blood all over the floor, his brows furrowed and his face became gloomy, like an angry arhat.

"Although I don't know what you did to actually remove the Buddha's protection from Chang'an City, those who kill will always be killed. Without the Buddha's protection, do you think you can do whatever you want? Let me teach you that the Buddha has great compassion, but also great wrath!"

"Bende, Benci, Benming, follow me to defeat the demons!"

"Yes, Uncle Chengming!"

The three monks around them were a little at a loss at first, but after hearing the order from the tall monk, they immediately came to their senses and stood in all directions to surround Yan Qing and the other three.

Yan Qing's heart sank - this was exactly the worst possible scenario he had imagined.

If the monks didn't react, they could use the information gap to eliminate the combat power of Anguo Temple first. At that time, those monks who thought Chang'an City would protect them would die in confusion even if they were extraordinary.

But as long as someone raises a call and leads them into combat, Yan Qing and the others will have to fight the Anguo Temple monks head-on!

As the saying goes, if you don’t show off your skills, others won’t know how bad you are.

With Yan Qing's current courier status, a fight with others would inevitably lead to his entire background being exposed, and everyone would know he was just a rookie. Even if he completed the mission, it would still be an unbearable loss for Yan Qing.

He has done so much preparation, is it still impossible to avoid a head-on battle?

Just as Yan Qing was torn between his conscience and his desires, Yao Shiyuan walked in front of them, his deep voice filled with arrogance and coldness: "You all come together, I'm in a hurry."

"How dare you, little thief!"

The tall monk shouted loudly, and together with three other monks, they swung their clubs and attacked Yaoshi Yuan! Now was not the time to talk about Jianghu ethics. They couldn't miss this opportunity to take advantage of the enemy's carelessness and cripple an enemy!

At the same time, Pharmacist Yuan took off the bag wrapped in black cloth and took out two folding steel rods. With a twist, a turn, and a lock of her hands, it suddenly turned into a fine steel spear!
She just faced the monks' clubs without any defense!
dong dong dong dong!

Without hesitation, the monks unleashed their clubs upon Yaoshi Yuan, sending a series of dull, piercing sounds through the air. The tall monk's clear club, shrouded in red lightning, struck Yaoshi Yuan like a bell, resounding with a resounding roar!
Ordinary monks are first-level messengers. They only have the defensive token "Arhat Robe", but with their energy and blood, even stick attacks can break jade and stone; Chengming is a second-level messenger. In addition to the Arhat Robe, he also has the second-level token "Thunder Pearl", which can greatly enhance the damage of any weapon he has.

If it were an ordinary person, the siege launched by Cheng Ming and his other three companions would be enough to beat the person into a pulp, and even rocks and steel would be shattered.

However, Yao Shiyuan, who bore all their attacks head-on, only had faint golden ripples on his body and remained unharmed.

"It can defend against attacks enhanced by the Thunder Pearl. Is it a second-level defense token?"

This thought flashed through Chengming's mind, and he thought that the other party was probably a second-level messenger with low attack and high defense.

His guess wasn't without reason. After all, it was extremely difficult for a messenger to replenish his spiritual power. Limited by the spiritual power limit, a second-rank messenger would often only carry one second-rank token. If they focused on attacking, they couldn't focus on defense; if they focused on healing, they couldn't focus on movement. At this moment, he heard the low, murderous voice of Pharmacist Yuan:

"Finished? Then it's my turn."

The golden light on Yao Shiyuan's body turned into flowing water and wrapped around the fine steel spear. She held the spear high in one hand, and her body was stretched taut like a slingshot!
The monks were not afraid and planned to rely on the Arhat Clothes to hold on and take this opportunity to continue attacking Yao Shiyuan.

Only Cheng Ming realized something and backed away while yelling, "Hide, this is—"

Token: Ming Wang Armor!
Pharmacist Yuan shouted loudly, and swung his spear with one hand, sweeping across. Golden light poured out from the tip of the spear like flowing water, turning into a golden spear light that swept across!

What she swung out was not a spear, but a sea of ​​blood!
The monks' robes shattered instantly, and even Cheng Ming couldn't dodge. All of them were cut in half, and blood splattered onto the ground in a streak. The surrounding monks in charge of reception tumbled back in fear, staring at Yao Shiyuan and the others in horror.

Cheng Ming was not dead yet. Only half of his body remained. He tried to open his eyes wide, staring at Yao Shiyuan's black wolf mask, and said in a trembling voice, "Rare, it's actually a rare token..."

Snapped!
The medicine man wished to put a bullet through his head and end his torment.

She looked back at everyone and said calmly, "Let's go, time is running out."

Even through the mask, Yao Shiyuan could see the surprised looks in the white fox and red snake's eyes, and immediately felt proud.

Now you know how powerful I am!

But when she looked at the yellow dog, she felt like her anger was about to burn through her belly again - the yellow dog actually walked straight over and was not shocked by her behavior at all!

This is a rare token. Have you ever seen a rare token? Do you know what a rare token is? You definitely don't know, so you can't see how powerful I am!
What a peasant who has never seen the world!
Yao Shiyuan wanted to shoot Yan Qing from behind. At this time, when Yan Qing opened the counter door and was about to enter the inner hall of Anguo Temple, the shopkeeper monk who was cowering behind the counter suddenly drew out a sword and wanted to attack Yan Qing from behind.

Seeing this, Yao Shiyuan took a step forward and swept his gun with one hand. The powerful gun barrel knocked the shopkeeper monk against the wall, and he slid down like a rag and lost consciousness.

When Yan Qing turned around and looked over, she snorted and scolded him, "Be careful around you and don't cause me any trouble."

"Sorry." Yan Qing smiled, "Don't make any move, my people are here."

The person with the yellow dog?

Now not only Yao Shiyuan, but even Ying Rushi and Shang Xinlei looked over curiously.

Yan Qing pushed open the door between the counter and the inner hall, and suddenly a wave of heat mixed with a burnt smell surged out from inside.

"This is truly... blasphemy." Ying Rushi murmured.

In the inner hall where the golden statue of Bodhisattva and Buddha stood, there were several twisted corpses lying, all of which were burned to charcoal. Just when they opened the door, there was a monk bathed in flames and howling miserably, but he could not escape because three identical twin triplets blocked his way. Even though they were affected by the flames, they remained motionless until the monk fell down and never moved again.

A dozen thin and pale nobles hid in the corner, their faces terrified and they dared not speak, as if they were afraid of waking up the evil spirits in the Buddhist temple.

Standing in the center of the inner hall was a young man, a knife in one hand. Half his body was charred, and his right hand was burned to the point where only half of his arm remained. That arm looked like a still-hot charcoal, as if it would fall and shatter at the slightest touch. His eyebrows and hair were singed away, and the skin on the right side of his face was so distorted that it resembled twisted, aged bark, transforming his handsome features into a hideous, hideous form.

Facing the hall full of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, he was like an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory.

But Yaoshi Yuan, Ying Rushi and Shang Xinlei all noticed one thing at the same time -

The galvanized straight knife that the young man was holding was exactly the same as the yellow dog's knife!
"Anwu, I'm here."

Yan Qing stepped into the inner hall and greeted loudly.

The young man turned to look at Yan Qing, his devilish face showing neither sadness nor joy.

For a moment, Yan Qing thought the other party would not recognize him——

"You came."

An Wu paused, then continued, "We killed four and three escaped. They complained."

After hearing the last sentence, Xue Yan, Miss Yang San and the others were stunned at first, and then their expressions suddenly changed.

They were all so nervous that their hearts were in their throats, not daring to breathe. They anxiously stared at the strange man wearing a yellow dog mask in front of them, waiting for his response!

(End of this chapter)