Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 39 Amitabha Buddha
"They didn't even carry any martial arts manuals with them."

After searching Song Zhong, the "Taiping Axe," and Deng Yuan, the "Yin-Yang Monk," Ouyang Lan's face was full of regret.

She knew that her junior brother was particularly interested in the other person's martial arts skills, so he immediately began to investigate any possible martial arts techniques from other schools.

"Actually, it's already quite good. Senior Sister, you don't need to worry too much. Once you reach the mountain gate, there are so many martial arts techniques in our Tianxing Sect that you won't be able to learn them all."

Lu Wubing said something that sounded amusing.

He guessed why these two didn't have any secret manuals.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

They were all quite old, and had already mastered all the martial arts they needed to learn, making it difficult to progress any further.

Even if you carried the martial arts manual with you, you probably wouldn't be able to figure anything out.

Another reason is that these two people acted on short notice.

This can be seen from the large sums of gold notes and the potent medicines they carried.

Someone must have paid a huge price to get them to do it.

Ouyang Lan counted the money, handed the gold notes and medicine bottles to Lu Wubing, and said with a smile, "The monk has two thousand taels of gold notes, Song Zhong has one thousand taels, and each of them has a bottle of Water Essence Pills. This is quite generous."

"Junior brother, keep these. The cultivation of the [Dripping Water Force] is slow; use medicine to assist you as soon as possible. Open your three meridians quickly so you can meet the assessment requirements and learn the [Heavenly River Orthodox Method]."

Lu Wubing nodded: "Alright, I'll keep it for now. If you need anything, Senior Sister, just ask. Wenxiu too."

The two people in front of me are, respectively, the only daughter of the Tianxing Sect's leader and an even more remarkable woman who has no shortage of resources.

To be honest, although my family owns Huichuntang, we are not short of money.

Some cultivation resources, however, cannot be bought with money; there is no such channel.

Thinking back to the suspicious arrival of those two underworld experts, he realized that...

The two exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly, and said no more.

Knowing that the attackers were likely not after the "Yuanling Sword Manual" but more likely after Princess Ji Wenxiu.

This is a really muddy mess.

The person behind it could be any minister in the court, or one or more regional princes; no one can say for sure who it is.

As someone who lives in the martial arts world, it's really not good to delve too deeply into such matters.

I can only pretend to be confused.

Ji Wenxiu's expression darkened slightly, clearly indicating that she had thought of something. Her brows furrowed slightly, giving her a sense of being as fragile as a drifting duckweed, battered by wind and rain.

Even Ouyang Lan felt a pang of pity upon seeing this.

That's so tragic!

Sometimes, being a princess doesn't necessarily mean a happy life.

"Don't worry, Junior Sister Wenxiu, you'll be safe once we reach Tianxing Peak."

"I do trust Uncle-Master Ouyang and Uncle-Master Qin quite a bit, but what good would it do to go back to this world?"

Everyone is born with their own burdens.

Even someone like Ouyang Lan, who may seem carefree, will one day bear the burden of the Tianxing Sect's honor and disgrace.

If it were Lu Wubing, he couldn't possibly sit idly by and watch the Lu family face life and death.

And what about Ji Wenxiu?

Just as she couldn't resist the order to marry before, she naturally can't resist the summons to take her back now.

It is foreseeable that, regardless of whether she arrives safely in Weijing, she will be met with a violent storm.

This was already destined.

I just don't know if she can get through this.

"Meow..."

The cat, covered in gray fur, emerged from the woods with a rare look of anxiety in its eyes. It grabbed Lu Wubing's trouser leg and dragged him into the woods to one side.

"Does the cat want us to go through the woods on the left and not take the main road?"

As Ouyang Lan spent more time with the kitten, she gradually came to understand what it was trying to express.

The kitten looked up at her, as if it understood, and nodded gently.

"It really is... Could it be..."

"Clearly, the two people who intercepted them were not all pursuers. There is likely a large force following behind. Either they have set up an ambush, or they have already surrounded them."

Lu Wubing's eyes flickered slightly.

"Come on, follow the cat."

As they were talking, the kitten had already disappeared into the woods.

Several people quickly followed.

Ji Wenxiu's eyes lit up as she looked at him.

She had found it absurd that the kitten had secretly snatched the jade pendant from her arms earlier.

Now, the little guy is so intelligent that he can even judge the situation between himself and the enemy, and knows how to scout ahead and avoid pursuers.

"Has this little fox become a spirit?"

"No, not really. It's just that it's more intelligent than a regular cat," Lu Wubing replied with a smile.

He didn't actually know why the kitten could understand human speech.

I thought to myself that when I go to Weijing and see my grandmother, I should ask her carefully about the origins of the kitten.

This time, we only walked three miles, but we had already passed through the mountains and forests.

A wide expanse stretched out before me, and in the distance, I saw a river flowing like a ribbon, and the plains covered in lush green grass.

Amidst the beautiful spring scenery, two armies are locked in a standoff.

There were about a thousand people on the left, carrying red flags with the character "文" (wen, meaning culture/civilization).

The leading general rode a tall horse, wore black armor, and wielded a three-section broadsword.

He was followed by about three hundred cavalrymen, all of whom were armored.

Of the remaining infantry, about half had drawn their bows and nocked arrows...

aggressive.

On the right, it's about an arrow's length away.

There was also a contingent of men.

The number of people was smaller, around seven or eight hundred, and they were carrying black flags with the character "厉" (Li) on them.

The leading general was clad in silver armor and carried a twelve-foot-long red spear...

Behind him were about four or five hundred cavalrymen, their fierce aura as if they had just experienced a major battle, making their military spirit even more ferocious.

"It's Uncle Li. He brought the troops from the Yuanxi Guard Thousand Household Office over."

Ouyang Lan cheered softly.

Ji Wenxiu's face also showed joy.

Even though she didn't really want to face the chaotic situation in Weijing City, she didn't want to die on the road and be used as a ladder to heaven.

"Wen Fangping, instead of garrisoning Yinshanwei, you've brought troops into my Yuanxi territory. Do you intend to start a war and plot a rebellion?"

Li Feiying's cold, sharp voice carried far and wide, filled with murderous intent.

It seems they're ready to charge at the slightest provocation.

"General Li, why be so cautious? I was merely chasing a few rebels on the blacklist, and accidentally strayed too far. I have no ill intentions here..."

Since they were both located within the same prefecture, it was naturally difficult for the soldiers and officers of the two garrisons to fight each other.

The standoff is nothing more than a standoff.

As long as there's a plausible reason on the surface, that's fine.

As the two main generals shouted their orders.

The atmosphere eased.

On the other hand, things weren't so amicable.

boom……

On the banks of the long river, a figure in moon-white robes strode across the water, each step covering seven zhang. With a long howl, he suddenly drew his sword.

The sword light slashed straight down three zhang (approximately 10 meters), shattering the small boat into two pieces, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

A figure leaped up from the cabin.

This person was dressed in an orange-yellow robe and had a large, stout figure, resembling the Maitreya Buddha in a temple.

His head was bald, reflecting the sunlight, and he had a smile on his face. His hands were forming a mudra with his ten fingers, which bloomed like a lotus flower.

The treasure is solemn.

His ten fingers moved nimbly, like a bird pecking or a snake darting about, seemingly upright and honest, but in reality, they subtly exuded a sinister and eerie aura.

“Baoxiang Amitabha, this person has actually come too.”

Ouyang Lan exclaimed in surprise, then breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness Mother arrived in time to help. Otherwise, if that fake monk had intercepted us, we would have been in serious trouble."

"What is the relationship between Baoxiang Amitabha and that Yin-Yang Ascetic?"

Lu Wubing vaguely felt that the two people's titles seemed somewhat similar.

"This man is named Xiao Shan. He is the senior brother of Deng Yuan, the Yin Yang Monk. He is a first-class expert of the upper third rank, ranked thirty-third on the Black List. He is a smiling tiger."

Although they don't appear particularly menacing, their actions are extremely sinister.

A hint of hesitation appeared on Ouyang Lan's face before she continued, "Back then, before the two brothers' evil deeds were revealed, they opened a small Mingwang Temple at the foot of Hengduan Mountain outside Jinyuan City."

Because Amitabha Buddha is eloquent and persuasive, he has many followers and his incense is extremely popular. Can you guess why he is so popular?

"It's just that it works when you ask for a child." Ji Wenxiu spat.

Looking at the large monk in the river, his eyes were full of disdain: "I've heard about this shameful affair in Weijing too..."

Back then, in Jinyuan City, from the government to the common people, many women were rumored to be unfaithful, and countless people committed suicide.

This scoundrel's actions were far more disgusting than those of his junior brother.

As Ji Wenxiu finished speaking, she suddenly jumped up and laughed, "Uncle Qin's swordsmanship is indeed superb. That bald thief is going to lose."

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(End of this chapter)