The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Wang Jiuling and Cheng Ying immediately chased after them and blocked the two Tibetan monks before they left.

"Gentlemen, please tell me, who is the person you used to bewitch with that sandalwood incense and who you brought with you?"

Wang Jiuling's tone was somewhat forceful.

The two Tibetan monks' eyes were full of fear and urgency. They put their hands together and bowed to Wang Jiuling.

"We monks do not lie. We both know the truth, but it is a matter of great importance and we cannot tell our fellow practitioners. Please do not put us in a difficult position."

Master Liu also stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Wang Jiuling. "Daoist Master! Could you please give me some face?"

They are both disciples of an old friend of mine. Their master was kind to me, so I cannot refuse to help them!

"If you, Daoist Master, are willing to grant my request, I will definitely visit the Quanzhen School in Zhongnan Mountain in the future and offer incense money!"

Wang Jiuling remained unmoved, waiting to see if the two Tibetan monks would make a move before he immediately stepped in to stop them.

"Please forgive me, Master Liu, but I cannot release him."

Since this concerns Patriarch Chongyang, how could Wang Jiuling let the two leave so easily?

The atmosphere became somewhat tense.

The two Tibetan monks exchanged a glance and simultaneously attacked Wang Jiuling with their palms.

"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me!"

The two sides started fighting as soon as they disagreed.

The two Tibetan monks were skilled in martial arts; their palm techniques were clearly superior external martial arts, with a fierce and powerful palm strike, like the force of metal.

These are two masters of external martial arts.

Wang Jiuling extended both hands and caught it with his palms as well.

His Concealed Wind and Overlapping Waves Palm technique has become even more refined and masterful since his battle with the Western Poison.

During the fight, the two Tibetan monks felt as if their arms were being swept into the ocean. As the waves surged, their arms grew heavier and heavier, and they were greatly alarmed.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the two sides separated. Wang Jiuling remained standing, while the two Tibetan monks took five or six steps back before regaining their footing.

The two felt a numbness in their arms, and their arms, which were as hard as refined iron, trembled slightly.

Trying to retreat, Cheng Ying flicked two streams of energy from her fingers, striking the two men's feet and forcing them to stop.

With the back door blocked by Wang Jiuling and Cheng Ying watching from behind, the two Tibetan monks were caught in a dilemma.

Watching this scene unfold, Mr. Liu was extremely anxious.

Seeing that the two Tibetan monks had no choice but to start fighting again, Master Liu was anxious. He looked around and saw a rake under a shed where weeds were piled up in the distance.

Perhaps this was a calamity destined for Master Liu.

Just as Master Liu reached the bottom of the shed, he bent down to pick up the rake.

Perhaps it was caused by a rat infestation before winter, because one corner of the wooden poles supporting the shed was gnawed by rats and became unstable.

Old Master Liu's chubby body accidentally bumped into the wooden pole.

With a creak, the wooden pole broke, the shed collapsed, and it fell on Master Liu.

Unfortunately, the rake was facing upwards, and Mr. Liu was knocked down by the shed, his body landing right on the rake.

"master!"

The servants of the Liu family, who had just arrived after hearing the commotion, saw this scene and immediately ran over.

Just as Wang Jiuling subdued the two Tibetan monks, the commotion attracted the attention of the others, who turned around and saw this scene.

Blood was pooled on the ground beneath the collapsed shed, and two servants were struggling to lift it up.

Wang Jiuling loosened his grip on the two Tibetan monks' hands and hurriedly headed towards the shed.

Cheng Ying was also stunned for a moment.

Surprisingly, the two Tibetan monks did not take the opportunity to leave. Instead, they ran over and helped lift the tent.

Wang Jiuling gathered his strength and lifted the shed, but his pupils shrank involuntarily.

On the ground, Mr. Liu fell onto the rake, which pierced his heart.

His eyes were still open, but he was already lifeless.

"Master! Master!"

When Madam Liu arrived, she saw this scene and immediately collapsed to the ground, her face covered in tears.

Wang Jiuling squatted down and tried to infuse Master Liu with his inner energy, but to no avail.

The two Tibetan monks also looked sorrowful. They knelt together beside Master Liu's body, their hands clasped together.

...

The servants of the Liu family covered Master Liu with a cloth and carried out the body.

The two Tibetan monks stopped running and remained kneeling beside Master Liu's body.

In front of the mourning hall, the two bit off their little fingers and placed them next to Master Liu.

"There are many demons on the road to the underworld. With our flesh and blood to feed them, Master Liu can pass through safely."

"Fellow Daoist, we have orders from our master that we dare not disobey. What you wish to know, we are afraid we cannot tell you."

"But today's troubles all stemmed from the two of us. We have no face to face our master anymore. From now on, we will stay here to atone for our sins and never leave again."

"If you, fellow Daoist, are unwilling to let us go, then so be it!"

The two then struck each other with their palms, crippling the martial arts skills they had acquired through esoteric Buddhism.

Wang Jiuling stood in the corridor, his feelings incredibly complex.

Now that he had calmed down, he learned the truth from Mrs. Liu.

The reason these two Tibetan monks stayed here was because they had lost the "Mandala Incense".

According to the Tibetan monk, that incense was no ordinary object; it could subdue evil people, but it could also harm good people.

Fearing that the incense would fall into the hands of evil people and cause trouble, the two Tibetan monks reported the matter to the authorities and stayed at the Liu residence, intending to find the datura incense before leaving.

Otherwise, they would have left long ago.

Unexpectedly, this happened before the datura incense was even found.

Looking at the two Tibetan monks, Wang Jiuling realized that he had been too hasty.

He naturally assumed that people who used that kind of sandalwood incense couldn't be good people, so he never intended to be polite from the start.

Did these two Tibetan monks really do evil? No.

When they fought Wang Jiuling, they knew they couldn't win, but they still held back their strength in every move.

He is not a vicious person.

If Wang Jiuling could calm down a bit, even if he couldn't get the full answer, he could at least give Master Liu some face, and perhaps the matter would have a better outcome.

It's just a pity for Master Liu; he gave his life to repay a debt of gratitude. It's true that good people often don't live long.

Madam Liu couldn't stop her tears, but she didn't blame anyone.

"Does Madam not blame me?" Wang Jiuling couldn't help but ask.

"My master died to repay a debt of gratitude, which fulfilled his desire for good. You need not worry about it, Taoist priest."

"However, it is no longer convenient for the Liu residence to receive guests. Please, Daoist priest..."

Wang Jiuling nodded, without offering any false apologies, and simply placed a jade tablet in front of Madam Liu.

"If the Liu family ever encounters any difficulties in the future, take this jade to Zhongnan Mountain and find this humble Taoist!"

Wang Jiuling spoke solemnly.

After saying this, he sighed and left the Liu residence.

Wang Jiuling glanced back at the Liu family mansion gate, which was now covered with a white cloth.

"I didn't hurt him, yet he died because of me. It's really wrong."

Cheng Ying had been silently following Wang Jiuling's side. Seeing the guilty look on Wang Jiuling's face, she whispered:

"Brother Wang, this was an accident, something we couldn't have predicted."

Wang Jiuling turned around and nodded with a wry smile.

Despite this regret today, Wang Jiuling will not let it stop him from moving forward.

The more this is the case, the more necessary it is to thoroughly resolve this matter.

Although the two Tibetan monks didn't tell him anything, they left behind many clues.

Their clothing, the incense of datura, and the Western Regions...