Apart from a pair of big feet and a muscular body, the Barefoot Immortal's speed and strength were completely inferior to Jiang Yun's.
After a dozen moves and a dozen punches, no matter how solid the copper or iron wall is, it will loosen.
The Barefoot Immortal was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly.
"What are you still doing? Come and protect the Dharma with me!" He could only instigate the believers to help.
The cultist took a step forward, and Jiang Yun glared and shouted:
"Get away!"
The momentum is like a rainbow, who dares to get close?
"This palm uses softness to overcome strength and smash your internal organs!"
Jiang Yun's fist turned into a palm, which seemed weak and weak. He slapped the barefoot Immortal's chest with one palm, but there was a big hole in the Taoist robe on his back.
The Barefoot Immortal spit out a mouthful of blood, flew more than ten feet, hit the courtyard wall hard, and completely lost the ability to move.
Jiang Yun drew out his sword and stepped forward to kill him. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Barefoot Immortal suddenly grabbed something and threw it on the ground -
"Bang!"
Instantly a cloud of smoke arose.
Jiang Yun slashed at the thick smoke, and then sheathed his sword until the smoke was blown away——
Where is the shadow of the barefoot immortal in front of me?
"Where is he...?" Liao Heng rubbed his eyes. Not only him, but hundreds of pairs of eyes in the courtyard were full of doubts.
"Look! This is the magic of immortality! The real barefoot immortal passed through the wall and escaped to the ground!" Some believers cheered.
Jiang Yun climbed over the wall and wanted to chase him, but Song Che called him back: "Don't chase him, I know where he is hiding."
The Barefoot Immortal has been crippled by a palm. There is no way he can escape over the wall. He must still be in Taoist Temple Zheng.
Song Che picked up a few broken tiles from the ground and threw them at the wall where the Barefoot Immortal disappeared.
A piece hit the wall and broke into pieces.
Two pieces smashed against the wall and shattered.
The third piece hit the wall, but it seemed like a piece of cotton had been smashed, and it was intact.
Xu Shi realized that the trick had been exposed, and the real barefoot immortal immediately jumped out of the "wall".
It turned out that the back of the Taoist robe he was wearing was the same color as the wall. The previous fighting had knocked over the brazier in the courtyard, causing the surroundings to be dimmed. The thick smoke emitted further confused the view.
This kind of blinding method of "borrowing objects to cover oneself" is similar to the "invisibility technique" of Japanese ninjas.
Jiang Yun grabbed the barefoot Immortal's neck and slapped him twice, both front and back, until his teeth and mouth were shattered, and he no longer had the same air as before.
"Brother Chen, should I kill this person or not?" Jiang Yun turned around and asked Song Che.
The "believers" all over the courtyard were staring intently at this trial. If the Barefoot Immortal did not die, the superstition would not be broken.
Song Che didn't like to decide other people's lives and deaths from the bottom of his heart, but spreading cult thoughts was the worst crime among sins and deserved to be punished!
He nodded.
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me -"
"Do gods also beg for mercy from mortals?"
"Uh-huh!"
Jiang Yun raised his sword and cut off the head of the Barefoot Immortal. He raised it with his sword and showed it to everyone:
"Everyone, as you can see, there are no gods in this world. They are invulnerable and immortal. They are all lies to you. You must die..."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Song Che hurriedly stepped forward and covered Jiang Yun's mouth: "You are a straight man, you can't be so straightforward!"
In the midst of pain, I finally got psychological comfort, but suddenly I was emptied of my faith and returned to pain again. How could my already fragile mind accept it?
Sure enough, there was a lot of wailing in the Taoist temple.
Song Che thought about what to say, but he was already on the verge of collapse, so how could he listen?
Even if this group is saved, there will be another group of hundreds, thousands, and thousands of refugees outside. Who can comfort them?
"Give us back the Immortal!"
"Yes! Return our master!"
Even if the lie is exposed, you still don't want to believe the truth.
Lies are much better than truth.
I would rather live with a lie than die with the truth.
Who is not hypocritical?
Not only were the believers not grateful, they actually hated Song Che and others. They seemed to have gone crazy and rushed to vent their emotions.
"Go! Go!"
The walking dead have lost their personality, and if they leave any more clusters behind, they will probably be eaten up.
The empty eyes and ferocious faces, like a hundred ghosts walking in the night, surrounded Song Che and others.
"If you don't get out of the way! Xiu told us to be rude!" Jiang Yun waved his sword, trying to force the cultists back, but the attackers were not afraid at all.
"How can a person become like this..." Yun Niang's voice trembled.
Song Che suddenly had a flash of inspiration, took out the money bag from his sleeve, poured out the broken silver and sprinkled it in the air: "Fellow folks, although the Barefoot Immortal is dead, the Holy Buddha in the West is still there, and this silver is the Holy Buddha's gift to the Buddha. Your gift! Take it and buy food, drink and clothing!"
The only thing that can defeat faith is another faith.
"Silver, silver..." The believers bent down to pick up the silver.
Liao Heng took out the silver coins and threw them around. When the believers were not paying attention, they quickly rushed out the door, mounted horses and bullock carts, and fled away from the audience at high speed.
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The next day.
The rain that had been falling for nearly half a month finally stopped.
The sky is cleansed and the sky is clear and cloudless.
But this rain seems to have divided the seasons. Even if the sun shines high, it can't beat the cold wave of late autumn.
Late autumn in the north is no different from severe winter in the south.
When will the first snow this year come?
Song Che and others finally no longer had to fight against the mud. They found a ferry on the Sishui River and boarded a passenger ship to Chuzhou.
After the heavy rain, the river water was fast and slow.
Go down the river three times to Chuzhou, cross the Huaihe River and arrive at the border of Huainan. Then transfer to Hangou and travel for two days to reach Yangzhou.
Liao Heng stood on the bow of the boat with his hands behind his hands, looking at the magnificent mountains and rivers, his expression inevitably sad.
Since that night in Yuan Guan, he has lost his smile and even talked a lot less. He sighs and frowns all night long.
Those who have evil intentions should be like him.
Song Che could tell that Liao Heng was no ordinary person. His appearance, clothing, temperament, and the nobility revealed in his words from time to time all had something to do with the word "emperor".
But he also has the vulgarity of the market. Which royal relative is willing to live in a dilapidated temple, carry a baggage, no entourage, and just walk down with a pair of feet?
For people who are unpredictable, the best way is to keep a distance and don't break it even if you see through it.
Three days later, the passenger ship arrived in Chuzhou.
Chuzhou's territory is only two hundred miles away from the sea, and it is an area seriously affected by Japanese pirates. For more than ten miles along the shore, densely packed refugees gathered, officers and soldiers came and went on the pier, and businessmen and travelers passed by in a hurry. Even the people in the prefecture and city were listless, with a look of panic on their faces.
Gao Chen, the Privy Council envoy, controlled the Japanese in Huainan. What was the effect?
There is also the heroic, beautiful and courageous heroine Ning Yehong. If we arrive in Chuzhou, we should be closer to her, right?
How can a businessman worry about national affairs?
Song Che only has one thought now, and that is to return to Suzhou as soon as possible and hug his beloved wife who he dreams about day and night.
"Brother Chen, are you confused? The passenger ship to Yangzhou is about to leave." Jiang Yun waved.
Song Che sighed and took a few more breaths, otherwise he would faint and vomit several times when he got on the boat.
He responded: "Come right away." He stepped onto the passenger ship.
"Let's set sail!"
The boss of the ship shouted and put away the rope tied to the stone pier. The sailors raised the sail and the passenger ship gradually sailed out of the port.
Among the noisy crowd at the pier, suddenly a young woman in red clothes turned back and stared in surprise at the passenger ship that was moving away. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be thoughtful and searching.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?" asked the young man at the side.
The young woman looked back and shook her head, "It seemed like she saw an old friend. Maybe she admitted her mistake."
Thousands of sails have disappeared from the passenger ship, and the beauty has disappeared into the sea of people.
Fate just passed by.
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