Thinking that it was early in the night, at least there were no other Taoists here. It would be no exaggeration to say that the place where the fighting took place a few nights ago was devastated. There were broken branches and broken trees everywhere, and the cuts were smooth and uniform.
The Taoist priests who were the first to see the group of three people whispering in the middle of the night were not surprising. For this person, it was not just the unscrupulous trekking into the mountains a few days ago, but also the people surrounding the Ye family siblings during this period. With all these concerns, it is obvious that no matter where the two siblings appear, they will become the center of attention.
Especially the shocking scene in front of them, in the eyes of this group of Taoists no matter what level they have reached, such a method is shocking to heaven and earth.
Zhang Jiue will naturally not appear here. Just now in the wing room, Zhang Jiue had stated that he wanted Detective Yue Qingfengyue to come forward on behalf of the government and forcefully expel the Taoist priests.
After all, murders occur so frequently, and the old Taoist who cherishes the Three Treasures naturally cannot bear to have any more innocent beings victimized.
Being able to talk about this matter with two outsiders, the Ye family siblings, is largely because of the huge power behind these two people.
He is also a man who has matured with age. Zhang Jiu'e does not believe that this surname, which has been very popular in temples and both the government and the public in the past hundred years, has really been reduced to the point of being kicked out of the family.
It's just that Zhang Jiue's plan has long been considered by the Ye family siblings. Wasn't this the reason why Lord Rabbit left with Ye Sifu and Ye Huanmei two days ago?
When it comes to Taoism, which has become the foundation of the state religion, I am afraid that the governors in Junzhou City have no power, or dare not make more political orders, for fear that one of them will accidentally offend these Yuyi masters. They are not afraid of wearing small shoes, but are afraid of... With a piece of talisman at that time, I didn't know how I died. It was a big sin to cut off the incense of my family.
As an outsider who has lived in the mountains for a long time and practiced the supreme Dharma, Zhang Jiu'e naturally does not understand these secular methods.
At that time, Ye Xiayou also had a lot of worries, fearing that Zhang Jiu'e would leak out. It was just that the fog was thick at the moment, and now all kinds of threads were intertwined, and they couldn't be straightened out clearly and kept being cut. In addition, Jiugongyan could change numbers in the blink of an eye. With such a master of disguise who can't reveal any flaw in his appearance, no one dares to discuss his innermost thoughts with the people around him.
Naturally, Zhang Jiue's plan to instruct the government to do things through the Ye family siblings failed. The Wudang mountain guard could only consider lobbying various sects.
But whether it will succeed or not, I'm afraid Zhang Jiu'e also knows that it is very unclear. I think it was early in the night, so at least I didn't see anyone else from the Taoist sect.
Zhang Jiu'e is not here, and what he is dealing with here is a sect elder with gray hair and a boyish face. He recognizes him in the middle of the night, but does not know his specific identity and position.
Shi Gandang, who was quite clever, knew this well and did not rule out the possibility of trying to please him. He greeted him from afar and said, "Taoist Master Jiuping." In the middle of the night, he looked at the busy Taoist priests and couldn't help but frown.
The body covered with a piece of white cloth was moved not far away, waiting for people from the same family to come and deal with it. This is the destruction of the murder scene, which will make the police investigation more difficult for no reason.
Seeing the third watch of the night, the Taoist priest not far away was summoned by the Wudang elder named Jiuping Taoist Priest to take over the jagged broken wood in his hand. Before the person could get close, a loud voice was heard,
"Third watch at night!" The distance of more than ten feet had shrunk to less than ten feet as the three words that seemed to squeeze out of the mouth of the Wudang elder, who was naturally named Zhang.
It's coming menacingly. Fortunately, just by looking at the imposing manner in which the Wudang elder strode forward, one could tell that his emphasis was on physical strength rather than inner aura, so Ye Sangen retreated continuously.
No one expected something like this to happen, it was so unexpected and hard to guard against. The elder named Zhang Jiuping suddenly rushed forward, jumped up, and struck down with one palm.
The energy in the body was already as little as a gossamer, and the anxious reaction in the middle of the night dissipated in the blink of an eye. He mobilized the muscles, bones, skin and flesh of the whole body, sank the waist and horse with strength, and strode backwards.
This was really difficult. There were no eyes on the back of the head. One foot was deep and the other was shallow. Within a few steps of keeping a distance of more than ten feet, the body stagnated and the head was full of collisions.
I heard the wind whistling in my ears, and my sandbag-sized fists scraped the ends of my hair and flew out. No need to ask, it is naturally a mountain.
Punch to palm, young to old. It stands to reason that no matter which direction he takes, Yishan will take advantage. However, according to the situation, Yishan, who is holding his arms in the middle of the night, can't stop taking three or four steps back without losing the momentum. Look at the foot after these few steps. , the dirt road is dug out, and the rocks are cracked, which is enough for others to see that this is a mountain that has suffered from depression.
Seeing the Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face slap him with his palm again, Yishan became eager to win. Regardless of whether Ye Sangen could bear it or not, he freed up a hand to throw Ye Sangen in his arms and raised his palm in response.
He lunged forward with two palms touching each other, his face showing a solemnity that he had never seen before.
"Little monk, are you going to help with the midnight watch?" Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiuping was able to ask at this critical moment.
Zhang Jiuping, who struck first, naturally no longer cares about his age with the momentum of his attack. His free hand is tightly clenched and hidden behind his back, ready to go. The veins on his forehead are like small snakes winding to his hairline. Face flushed.
On the other hand, Yishan, compared to the Wudang elder whose momentum had reached its peak, his performance was obviously more at ease. He thought that the opponent's sudden attack caught him off guard, but now that he had reacted, he was already thinking about it.
But see a mountain
With a sound of "Yeah", he freed up his right hand, spread his fingers like a cattail leaf fan, vaguely seemed to stir up a trace of energy, and slapped the Wudang elder's chest with a palm, opening the door wide.
As an elder of a sect, he has been practicing Wudang Kung Fu for several years. Not to mention his cultivation methods, which are much higher than those of a junior like Zhishan. I am afraid that even the bridges he has crossed are longer than those of this great monk. There was a lot of road to cross, so how could he not be prepared for the opponent's attack?
The fist behind Elder Zhang Jiuping, which had never been seen before, struck out with unrivaled momentum. Contrary to the previous encounter between the two of them, the exchange of fists and palms had just put Yishan at a disadvantage and took a step back. Elder Zhang Jiuping, who was now in an advantage, unexpectedly made Yishan's palms touch his fist before he could. , changes color instantly.
There is nothing fancy about it, a layer of faint wind appears between the palms, wrapping the powerful and heavy palm, and imprinting it on the fist that attacks indiscriminately from front to back.
Then there was a solid sound
"Bang" sound, two foreign warriors who are good at practicing physical fitness, whether they are Taoist fists or Buddhist flesh and blood, it is hard to imagine that they can make a sound that breaks the air.
This is not the same as the fight between Mo Wanren and Mo Wanren at midnight on the mountainside. Whether the foreign martial artist and the Qi refining martial artist are fighting each other with fists and kicks, or using the powerful wind of cultivation to fight against the powerful energy, the kind of physical Qi that affects the world The sound made by the flow of breath is always much easier than the sound of breaking through the air caused by these punches and palms.
One is good at Taoist fists and kicks, and the other uses Buddhist ascetic practices to strengthen his body. They are equivalent to the existence of foreign martial arts in the martial arts outside the mountains. Under the collision of fists and palms, smoke rises and dust fills the air.
Yishan took another two steps back. Under Ye Sangeng's attempt to stop him, the two of them staggered and almost fell, barely able to stop their retreat.
Looking at the Wudang elder again, after taking two or three steps back, he strangely flew up into the air and flew back more than ten feet. He suddenly landed on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. His face, which was no worse than that of a strong man, had turned into the color of pig liver.
"Oh, the powerful Vajra Palm!" Ye Sangen followed the voice and saw Shi Gandang hiding under a giant tree at some point, with his head raised and a thumbs up.
Ye Sangen couldn't wait to wait until he recovered and the first thing he would do was to kill him. If the situation arises, he will run faster than a rabbit. He is a coward.
Seeing his gaze in the middle of the night, the young Taoist priest of the Taishan sect actually raised his hand and waved it to say hello. He didn't even look listless at all. He sincerely praised: "Buddhism's powerful Vajra Palm really deserves its reputation." He cautiously moved towards it. The two men came over in the middle of the night, and Shi Gan said: "But it's definitely not as good as the third young master's sword. The mountain was almost cut off. The little Buddhist brother's palm struck it, and...ah, what's going on with Taoist Zhang Jiuping?" Is it?" The shocked Shi Gandang completely lost his guarded expression, and ran to the Wudang elder who was coughing up blood in three steps at a time. He helped him up, raised his hand to seal several of his large acupoints, and placed his fingers on His chest seemed to be moving like a step-fight, with different shades. Even for the martial artists in the field who had practiced martial arts since childhood and were familiar with the 360 acupoints on the human body, this technique was rare.
It can even be said that it has never been seen before. After Elder Zhang Jiuping's chest gradually became stable, and his breathing and breathing became normal, the Taoist priests around him slowly stepped forward.
In their eyes, this was the first time that the normally pleasant elder Zhang Jiuping was so furious without any warning.
It was late but it was actually very fast. Such a sudden scene happened in just a few breaths, and it ended under the power of a powerful Buddhist Vajra Palm from the great monk Yishan.
Under the vigilance and protection of Yishan, who returned to his original state after adjusting his breathing, he walked up to the Wudang elder without worrying too much in the middle of the night.
The moment he saw the third watch of the night, a fierce look appeared in Zhang Jiuping's eyes again. After Shi Gandang pressed for a while, the fierceness disappeared in an instant and was replaced by a kind of confusion.
"What's wrong?" Elder Wudang, who has only pursued naturalness and practiced self-cultivation all his life, is able to still have an appearance that is incompatible with his age at such an age. He said this, which shocked everyone around him.
Naturally, Midnight also felt something was wrong.
"Demon magic!" In view of the strange phenomenon caused by the young Taoist priest from the Taishan sect accidentally performing the door center method, Yishan, who had already left a deep impression, once again regarded it as Shi Gandang's method and kicked him.
Poor Shi Gandang didn't know what was going on, so he fell to the ground in confusion.
"Ah?" As Shi Gandang was kicked away by Yishan, Wudang elder Zhang Jiuping frowned again, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. However, after Shi Gandang quickly took pictures of several acupuncture points behind him, Return to normal color.
"Brother, I call you eldest brother. You are my biological brother. Can we talk about this evil thing later?" Shi Gandang looked aggrieved.
Obviously at this moment, I feel that even three times a night, I don't care about myself, why is this big bald man always having trouble with me? It's a lie to not feel aggrieved.
He pulled Yishan aside with some complaints, and asked Zhang Jiuping in the middle of the night: "Taoist Master Jiuping, do you recognize me?" Although he returned to normal, he vomited some blood one after another, and Zhang Jiuping's expression was also extremely bad, and he took a long breath. , Zhang Jiuping said: "We know him."
"What happened just now?"
"It seems like there was a fight." Although there was still confusion in his eyes, Zhang Jiuping looked at the mess around him. He was as experienced as he was, and he understood it based on his current injuries.
Shaking his right hand, Zhang Jiuping smiled bitterly and said: "This strength is still the Vajra Palm. It is as heavy as gold, and its power is as strong as steel. It can destroy everything and make it stand on the ground like a Vajra. Little Master, this is an invincible Vajra." This time, change it to another one. Shan looked confused,
"Is he suffering from hysteria?" He naturally ignored Yishan's nonsense. He squatted down in the middle of the night and asked, "What's wrong with Taoist Master Jiuping?"
"I don't know." Ye Sangen expected this straightforward answer, but felt it was a bit far-fetched.
Ye Sangen reminded: "Then you seemed to be attacking me just now." Zhang Jiuping frowned.
"It looks like he wants to put me to death." Zhang Jiuping's eyes were blurred, and he became violent in the blink of an eye. However, it can be seen that he himself is also forcibly suppressing this aura that should not belong to him, so his expression is particularly difficult.
At midnight, he looked at Shi Gandang. The young Taoist priest of the Taishan Sect looked solemnly and looked at the midnight watch.
"Third Young Master, do you think this is possible? It seems that Pindao can't be cured." Just when he was about to curse in the third night, Yishan reached out and punched Zhang Jiue on the head.
"Just knocking him out will be enough." Looking at Zhang Jiuping who slowly collapsed to the ground, Shi Gandang actually clapped his hands.
"Wonderful, so damn wonderful."
