Everyone looked up and saw a white-robed monk standing on the roof, looking at them expressionlessly.
Kong Wu and others subconsciously stood in front of King Pingnan and looked at the monk eagerly.
"That's right, it's me. Are you the bald donkey who keeps making noises every day that keeps me awake?" King Pingnan said coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"That's right, it's the poor monk!" Pufa responded without any fear.
"You actually dare to kill my people. Are you going against me?"
Hearing this, Pufa smiled slightly, recited a Buddhist name, and then said: "The poor monk just saved a beast, not to mention you killed the man, how can you blame the poor monk?"
"My lord, don't worry. It won't be long before it's your turn. The poor monk will clean up the beasts under your command one by one, oh no, save them, in order to comfort the souls of thousands of people in heaven!"
As soon as these words came out, King Pingnan was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Kong Wu beside him immediately said: "Set him with an arrow and shoot him to death!"
For a moment, the bows and arrows of the surrounding sergeants were aimed at Pufa, and dozens of arrows were shot towards Pufa.
Pufa jumped up to the roof on the other side, then jumped a few more times and disappeared into the night.
"Damn, this idiot got away again!" King Pingnan was extremely angry. He had never been so angry in his life.
He killed his people and ran away in a big way. Isn't this a slap in the face?
But this monk's kung fu was ridiculously good. After several confrontations, his men didn't even touch each other.
"This damn bald donkey, do you really think that this king can't cure him?"
King Pingnan gritted his teeth and said to a soldier beside him: "Go to southern Xinjiang and invite the people from Black Dragon Mountain to me!"
The soldier was stunned for a moment, and then said tremblingly: "My lord, you have forgotten that the entire Black Dragon Mountain clan was massacred by you last year..."
"What the hell!" King Pingnan cursed. He really forgot about this incident.
This Black Jiaoshan man is the leader of a large clan that has been inherited for thousands of years in southern Xinjiang. He is so skilled that even the five or six generals under him are no match for the Black Jiaoshan man.
Last year, he believed that the existence of the Black Jiao Mountain people was always a threat to southern Xinjiang, so he used a trick to kill the Black Jiao Mountain people and destroy the Black Jiao Mountain people.
"Recruit all the masters from all over the world for me, but I don't believe it. No one can cure this monk!"
On the other side, the Pufa monk who had just left stopped under a tree.
At this time, his face was pale, his breath was a little unsteady, blood had stained the monk's robes red, and there was an arrow stuck in his right chest near his shoulder.
Pu Fa opened the monk's robe, revealing his upper body covered with scars, picked up a wooden stick and bit it in his mouth.
Pufa groaned, veins popped out on his head, and his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.
The arrow had a barb and shot too deep. If it were pulled out directly, a large piece of flesh would be taken out.
I saw him holding the arrow, exerting force, and forcefully pierced the arrow from his back, then broke the tail of the arrow and pulled the arrow out from his back.
Blood suddenly gushes out. Pufa quickly took out a medicine bottle, poured the powder inside onto the wound, and then covered it with a monk's robe.
Spitting out the wooden stick in his mouth, he leaned weakly under the tree and laughed at himself: "I'm still not good at learning. If I had known better, I wouldn't have trusted him. Fortunately, I didn't hit the vital point. Otherwise, I'm afraid the poor monk would have gone to see the Buddha. "
Then Pufa looked at the scars on his body and said with a smile: "It's really ugly. If I could learn the qigong of my uncle, I wouldn't have suffered so many injuries. It's a pity that my uncle died early, alas..."
"I heard earlier that King Pingnan was cruel and unkind, and those barbarians were even more bloodthirsty. Only when the poor monk came to Wuzhou City did he know what the real hell on earth is. I hope King Zhenbei can send troops as soon as possible to regain the lost land and save the world. When it comes to water and fire, even a poor monk will use up all his strength!"
"Okay, I think you should heal your injuries first!"
A man in black came slowly.
When he saw the man in black, Pufa's eyes suddenly lit up and he asked, "Why are you here? Are you here to kill King Pingnan too?"
"You are a monk, and you talk about fighting and killing all day long. Is that really okay?" The man in black sat down next to Pufa, took out a wine bottle and handed it to Pufa.
Pufa took it and took a sip, and said with a smile: "You can drink wine, but how can you not kill those beasts? You haven't answered the poor monk yet, why are you here?"
"I was entrusted by someone to go north to rescue a person. I happened to pass by here."
"Who?" Pufa asked quickly.
The man in black turned his head and glanced at Pufa: "Why are you asking so many questions? Knowing too much will not do you any good."
"Mysterious, why don't you and I join forces to kill King Pingnan, and I will accompany you to save people?" Pufa suggested without thinking much.
"King Pingnan cannot be killed for now." The man in black shook his head.
"Why?" Pufa frowned.
"Once King Pingnan dies, the 200,000 barbarians will have no control, and the south will be more chaotic. King Pingnan cannot die, at least not until the Zhenbei King sends troops."
Hearing the man in black mention King Zhenbei, Pufa quickly said: "You also want to help King Zhenbei?"
The man in black shook his head and said, "I don't know him, why should I help him?"
With that said, the man in black stood up and stretched: "Okay, I'm going to continue on my way. Remember what I said, be careful and don't get caught and chopped up."
"Humph, the poor monk is not that short-lived!"
As soon as Pufa finished speaking, the man in black disappeared into the night again.
Pufa covered his wound, took another sip of wine, looked in the direction where the man in black left, and frowned slightly.
"It's strange. How about being entrusted by someone? This guy has been practicing in the mountains and forests since he quit the army. He has no desires and no demands. Who can ask him to do it?"
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On the other side, Luo Tangji worked hard all the way, and finally arrived at Qinzhou City two days later, and successfully entered the palace of Prince Qin by virtue of his identity as the son of the prime minister.
At this time, in the back garden of Prince Qin's palace, Prince Qin was holding a sharp sword and frantically cutting down the flowers and plants in front of him.
"Why, he, Yang Xun, is just a young boy, how can he become the chief executive in the capital?"
King Qin roared angrily, as if he wanted to vent the overwhelming anger in his heart.
Ever since he learned that Yang Xun had led his troops to Beijing, he was so angry that he couldn't sleep all night long.
Why doesn't he want to march to Beijing and sit in that position?
But before, he was not strong enough, and King Qi was eyeing him, so he did not dare to act rashly, for fear of being attacked by King Qi when he entered the capital.
Of course, I believe King Qi thought the same way, so the two kings had a tacit understanding and no one made any move.
But Yang Xun ran out in the middle and led his troops into the capital without saying a word.
He had been planning for so long, but Yang Xun was allowed to pick the peaches. How could he not be angry?
At this moment, a richly dressed woman led a young man slowly over.
"My lord, don't be angry, I have brought you good news!"
