Descending upon the terrifying heavens as a superman

Chapter 90 The Bandit Sorcerer

"Why is this town so quiet?" Mao Shanming looked around; it was extremely quiet.

"It's so quiet, something big must have happened—" Zhang Yue naturally knew that this was because bandits were about to attack.

Perhaps it was because Renjia Town had such good feng shui that it was so wealthy, which attracted the attention of bandits who wanted to plunder it.

As for why a mere few dozen bandits dared to rob a town of several thousand people, it's because they weren't ordinary bandits, but a group of sorcerers.

That is, heretical cultivation.

They just didn't expect that the people in this town were extremely united. After receiving the news, they not only dared to organize people to ambush in advance, but also had Uncle Jiu, a disciple of Maoshan, present.

Their prized "Iron Shirt" technique was easily broken by Uncle Nine using Taoist magic.

Otherwise, with their invulnerable evil magic, ordinary villagers really wouldn't be able to do anything to them.

Zhang Yue thought for a moment, then walked towards the largest inn in town and knocked on the door.

"Let's stay at an inn for now. They should come out during the day—"

"I'll do it, I'll do it," Mao Shanming said, rushing forward to knock on the door.

He always felt a little guilty about the 250 taels of silver he had taken, so he insisted on paying for everything along the way, whether it was a meal or a stay at an inn.

Zhang Yue said, "Be careful, Brother Mao."

Mao Shanming said nonchalantly, "What's there to be careful about when entering an inn, unless it's a shady establishment—"

"Is anyone there, boss?!"

Mao Shanming had just opened the door of the inn and stepped inside when he saw a flash of light in the darkness, followed by several flashes of murderous intent.

The next second, before he could react, he was pulled inside by the people inside. Then a long knife flashed by. Although Maoshan Ming was a wandering Taoist, in this day and age, any Taoist who catches demons and zombies couldn't survive in this line of work without a strong physique.

So when the blade flashed, Maoshan Ming instinctively ducked, narrowly avoiding the blow. The blade sliced ​​through the air, cutting off half of his hat.

That wasn't the end of it. He had just dodged a frontal slash when another came from behind. Maoshan Ming let out a strange cry and dodged again, but this time the long sword chopped his straw hat in half once more.

The third and final slash swept horizontally from the front. Seeing that he had nowhere to dodge, Maoshan Ming could only roll to the ground. Just as his hat was chopped off, someone grabbed Maoshan Ming by the throat and placed a long knife against his neck.

"Entering the village in complete darkness, you must be a bad person."

"Are you a bad person? Tell me!" A cunning man wearing glasses grinned and said one sentence after another, not giving Maoshan Ming a chance to explain.

"Not saying means yes."

"Are you part of the bandit gang? Tell me, or you are."

"Are you here to probe the truth? Speak up, or you're guilty—"

"Since you're not a good person, then execute you on the spot!"

After saying that, Maoshan Ming watched helplessly as the long sword came crashing down on his head—

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, save me!" Maoshan Ming shouted.

A-Qiang glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye and saw a pair of red eyes. He felt a moment of dizziness, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already cut off Mao Shanming's head.

"Haha, there's another bandit outside! Everyone, follow me and charge!"

Ah Qiang rushed outside alone. Only then did he realize that the outside was swarming with bandits.

His heart skipped a beat, and just as he was about to turn back, he found the door closed.

Immediately, a large group of bandits rushed forward, punching and kicking him, wielding clubs and knives indiscriminately, causing Ah Qiang to scream in agony.

Crying and shouting for her master —

"Master, help me—"

"You bunch of bastards, open the door now!"

"I'm your captain, Qiang! Open the door now!"

But from inside the door, a familiar scene unfolded: "Our captain is Wei. He said that no matter what happens, we must not open the door—"

"Wait, why does this scene look so familiar?!" Before Ah Qiang could even think, the bandits behind him disappeared, replaced by a zombie.

The zombie snarled forward, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit down hard on his buttocks.

"Ah!" Ah Qiang let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Inside the inn, everyone looked at each other, puzzled as they stared at Captain A-Qiang running naked outside.

They couldn't understand why Captain Qiang would suddenly drop his long knife, run out of the inn, and then, like a madman, pull down his pants and howl in pain, as if he'd been bitten by a dog.

Some quick-witted people saw Zhang Yue standing outside and immediately realized that it might be Zhang Yue who was behind this.

Just as he was about to call Uncle Nine, a voice came from inside the inn, "Alright, Junior Brother Zhang, put away the spell—"

A man with gray hair slowly walked out of the inn; who else could it be but Uncle Nine?

Upon seeing Uncle Nine, Zhang Yue raised two fingers in a Taoist gesture, saying, "He started by talking about immediate execution, so I was just giving him a little lesson. Greetings, Senior Brother!"

When Zhang Yue heard Uncle Nine call him "Junior Brother," he knew that Uncle Nine should still remember him, and that the world he had transmigrated to was the same world as Mr. Zombie.

As expected, Uncle Nine smiled slightly upon seeing Zhang Yue and said, "Junior Brother, I didn't expect that your cultivation would improve so much in just one year."

Zhang Yue laughed and said, "It's just a heretical technique, Senior Brother flatters me."

Yes, the Eye of Life and Death is indeed an unorthodox method, but it works on people just as well.

Uncle Nine nodded. "The art is neither on the left nor on the right. If used for good, it will save people; if used for evil, it will harm people. As long as you stay true to your nature and do not harm the world, that's fine."

The Maoshan sect is actually quite open-minded about this; it's not that evil magic can't even be looked at.

For example, the echoing insects that Wencai and Qiusheng learned are unorthodox techniques; the even more advanced puppet dolls that Master Simu used to prank Master Yixiu are also unorthodox techniques; and then there's the evil magic that Senior Brother Shijian used to resurrect his son—

And what about creating zombies?

In "Zombie Rebirth in Seven Days," Ah Jiu turned Uncle Dong into a zombie, which was nothing unusual in the Republic of China era. Master Si Mu did even more. Which of his clients wasn't turned into zombies by him to travel? So, whether a technique is evil or not depends on whether it harms people.

At this moment, Ah Qiang outside regained his senses. Seeing Zhang Yue, he immediately realized that Zhang Yue was behind it all. Enraged, he grabbed a knife and was about to strike him down.

Uncle Nine immediately snorted coldly, "Qiang, what do you want to do? Stop it right now!" Qiang pointed at Zhang Yue and said, "Master, but he—"

"What? He's my junior brother, which means he's your senior uncle—don't you even call him that?"

Ah Qiang glanced at Zhang Yue before reluctantly calling out "Uncle-Master".

Zhang Yue asked curiously, "Senior brother, isn't that security captain Awei? Where did Wencai and Qiusheng go?"

Hmm, he was a little curious about what was going on in this world —

After all, Uncle Nine just said that a year has already passed.

"Qiusheng went to the provincial capital, Wencai has some business to attend to, so I sent him away from the town to take care of it. As for Aqiang—"

As Uncle Nine explained, Zhang Yue gradually learned the rest of the story. Qiu Sheng wasn't originally an orphan, so although Uncle Nine took him in as a disciple, he later married Miss Ren, and the whole family moved to the provincial capital for business, so he temporarily left...

opened.

Wencai was sent away on an errand, as for Awei—

Well, because Zhang Yue stole a large amount of weapons from the police station last time, he lost his position as captain. Later, his family went into business and went bankrupt during another warlord conflict, losing everything and his family was destroyed.

Later, he relentlessly pestered Uncle Nine to become his disciple. Uncle Nine, annoyed by his persistent requests, finally accepted him as an outer disciple.

Then, probably feeling that he was having bad luck, he changed his name to A-Qiang.

Looking at the many strong men carrying weapons, Zhang Yue deliberately asked, "Then why are you making such a fuss—is it because thieves are coming?"

Uncle Nine nodded. "That's right. We received word that a group of bandits are planning to plunder this area, so we've told the villagers to prepare in advance."

During the Republican era, warlords fought amongst themselves, and bandits and robbers were as numerous as hairs on a cow.

The provincial capital is alright, after all, it's a big city with city walls and military protection.

But things are much harder in rural towns. Bandits would rob a bunch of people and then leave, leaving the villagers to protect themselves.

At this moment, Uncle Nine noticed Maoshan Ming standing to the side and asked curiously, "Who is this fellow Daoist—"

Although Maoshan Ming didn't turn his Taoist robe inside out, Uncle Nine saw the Taoist umbrella in his hand, and also sensed...

Because he was attracted by the two monsters inside the umbrella, he addressed him as "Brother Dao" when he spoke.

"This fellow Daoist is Maoshan Ming, we met on the road—" Zhang Yue simply recounted what had happened at Tan Baiwan's house.

"To be honest, I came here to ask you to help me look at the feng shui and pick an auspicious burial site for that family."

"Secondly, I need to speak with Master Simu Dao—I don't know when he'll be here."

Uncle Jiu said, "Is that so? Tan Baiwan's matter is easy to handle. I'll set off after we drive away the bandits. But finding Simu will be a bit troublesome, because his home isn't here. It's in the Xiangxi region, which is quite far away."

"In addition, with the recent warlord conflicts and road blockages, he hasn't been here for a year."

Just then, a villager rushed into the inn to report.

"Uncle Jiu, something bad has happened! Those bandits have crossed the river within a river and the mountains beyond mountains, and they're almost at the big forest."

Uncle Nine's expression changed, and he immediately asked Ah Qiang and the others, "Are you ready?"

Ah Qiang raised the long knife in his hand. "Master, I'm ready."

"Okay, let's set off immediately—"

Just as Zhang Yue was wondering whether he should go over and what excuse he could use to help, Uncle Nine paused for a moment and called out to Zhang Yue, "Junior brother, come and help us too. These bandits are no ordinary people; they're said to be a group of sorcerers."

Maoshan Mingdao asked, "What is a sorcerer?"

Uncle Nine said, "They are just ignorant and incompetent people—"

Zhang Yue: ".——..——"

So what if they're heretical practitioners? What kind of ignorant and incompetent people are they?

Ah Qiang, standing nearby, beckoned to the able-bodied men in the inn, "Young men, come with me; the young and old, stay here—"

Mao Shanming paused for a moment, then pointed to himself and said, "What about me?"

Ah Qiang couldn't do anything to Zhang Yue, but he wasn't so polite to Mao Shanming. He grabbed Mao Shanming by the collar and said fiercely, "Your activities are limited to this inn. Otherwise, you'll be killed without mercy."

"We walked late at night, and the woods were quiet except for the occasional howl of wolves coming from the surrounding mountains."

Hundreds of able-bodied men were scattered and ambushed along the only road into the village, led by Uncle Nine.

The so-called Maoshan Taoist priests, who do not interfere in worldly affairs, are completely absent from Uncle Nine's teachings.

According to Uncle Nine, if the skin is gone, where will the hair attach?

If we allow bandits to slaughter our fellow villagers, are we even human?

Moreover, these bandits are said to be no ordinary people, but sorcerers. According to the information I've heard, they previously conquered a small town, killing hundreds of people. No one could stop them, and they burned, killed, and looted until dawn before dispersing.

So when they decided to target the village, the villagers immediately asked Uncle Jiu to take charge.

Faced with fellow villagers he had known for decades, all familiar faces, Uncle Jiu stepped forward without hesitation.

At this moment, tripwires and numerous traps had been prepared on the ground.

Uncle Nine said to Zhang Yue, "Follow me later. There are many traps hidden around here. Be careful not to step on them."

Looking at the strong men carrying bows and arrows and longswords, Zhang Yue asked, somewhat puzzled, "Senior brother, why—don't I see them using guns?"

Uncle Nine sighed, "Where would we get the money to buy them? Taxes keep rising every year, and the people are being plundered layer by layer. Foreign guns are too expensive, and even bullets have to be imported. A few homemade guns and cannons are more like it, and even those might not be effective against these sorcerers."

Zhang Yue nodded. No wonder.

During the warlord era, the higher-ups only cared about collecting taxes, so it wasn't surprising that there weren't many guns in towns and villages. Even the warlords themselves didn't have that many guns.

Many soldiers under warlords may never have fired a gun before going to the battlefield.

Looking around, Zhang Yue indeed saw one or two villagers carrying homemade cannons.

Calling it a homemade cannon is an understatement; it's more like a large firearm. It's a relic from the Ming and Qing dynasties, still using black powder and bullets. In terms of accuracy and range, it certainly can't compare to modern firearms, but it's better than nothing.

"Senior brother, here's a foreign gun for your self-defense." Zhang Yue thought for a moment, then took out a Mauser pistol from his bag and handed it to Uncle Jiu.

Yes, it's the same batch of weapons I smuggled from Awei's police station before I left last time.

Zhang Yue felt a little regretful. These were weapons he had painstakingly carved and blessed, and it would be a waste to use them to fight bandits.

But considering that the bandits might all be heretical cultivators, I reluctantly agreed.

Uncle Nine, of course, wasn't unfamiliar with guns. He took it and was taken aback. "A foreign gun? What will you use if I give it to you?"

Zhang Yue smiled, pulled out a shotgun, and said, "Anything will do for me."

At this moment, the bandits had already entered the trap set by the villagers at the village entrance. After Aqiang shouted, everyone pulled hard on the tripwire.

Perhaps relying on their invincible evil magic, the bandits not only didn't send anyone as scouts, but also brazenly walked into the trap without missing a single one.

Pulled by the tripwire, and with barricades erected behind him, he realized he had fallen into a trap.

"kill"

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