Once again, he was underestimated, but Chen Kan no longer had that self-righteous pride in his heart.
He nodded in agreement, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"
Chen Kan found a corner and sat down, and began to close his eyes and rest.
He believed that Maggie, as the real master of this place, said that they had grasped the whereabouts of the White Lotus Sect, which meant they had definitely grasped it.
Because those White Lotus believers are just like Chen Kan. They can't compare with the local chieftains in the mountains, even if they are often running around in the mountains in Shu.
After a night of silence, Chen Kan opened his eyes when the sky was slightly bright.
Maggie, Ma Baoer, and the young patriarch of the Baiyi clan were all ready to go. Seeing Chen Kan wake up, Maggie asked, "Can you still leave?"
Chen Kan nodded: "Okay!"
He knew why Maggie asked this question, because there was blood on his feet.
After climbing several mountains in one night, Chen Kan's thin-skinned and tender feet were already overwhelmed.
In the past, Chen Kan would have complained a lot, but now, he feels that he can climb a few more mountains.
Maggie shook her head, then turned over and climbed onto the king's back, driving the king to Chen Kan. He said angrily: "Come up here, I really don't know what you Han people think. If it doesn't work, it won't work. You have to show off your strength."
Chen Kan grinned and sat on the broad tiger's back without being polite to Maggie.
Anyway, it’s not the first time he’s riding a tiger with Maggie. As for whether men and women can be intimate, who cares about those sour dogmas at this time?
"According to the information we received from the young men, the White Lotus cultists you mentioned are moving towards Tuerguan, but their number is not large, about four to five hundred people."
While controlling the tiger, Maggie told Chen Kan about the news that the natives under their command had returned.
Chen Kan nodded thoughtfully. He understood the intention of the White Lotus Sect, and broke into pieces and fled.
This can indeed maximize the chance of escaping the pursuit of the imperial army.
Unfortunately, they probably didn't calculate that it was not the imperial army that was chasing them, but the local Yunnan natives.
Maggie continued: "Our plan is to comprehensively search the mountain, block all their escape routes, force them to Tu'er Pass, and then cooperate with the defenders of Tu'er Pass to catch them all."
Chen Kan had no objection to Maggie and others' plan. This was already the best way.
If the battle takes place in the mountains, not to mention that the mountains do not have the conditions for a battle, even if all the chieftains swarm up, they may not be able to catch them all.
There are so many places where you can hide your body in the mountains, and there is no shortage of food in the mountains. If you fight them in the mountains for a long time, you don't know how long it will take for this battle to finally come to a conclusion.
That was not the result Chen Kan wanted.
Chen Kan was still waiting for the person who took the Buddha's head to return to Wangyue Village to sacrifice the innocent people who died.
...
The saint, who was fleeing down a small road, also learned that the pursuers were local chieftains, not imperial troops.
With a livid face, she asked the White Lotus cultist who was responsible for inquiring about the information: "Didn't you say that the chieftains in Yunnan are not at the mercy of the government?"
The man's face also looked very ugly. He could guarantee that his information was absolutely correct.
But he really couldn't explain why these chieftains would hunt them down.
They had no grudges against these chieftains in the past and have no grudges in the recent past. Who knows why they listened to Chen Kan's words.
He looked at the one-armed man.
Feeling the man's somewhat sad and angry gaze, the one-armed man looked at him with some disdain.
The saint frowned slightly. Even if they massacred the natives of Wangyue Village, there shouldn't be so many natives coming into the mountains to hunt them down. Those natives were like mad dogs, refusing to let go after a bite. This was absolutely There is someone plotting and directing behind the scenes.
She chose to hide in the mountains and forests after her plan failed, because she considered that they would definitely not be able to outrun the imperial cavalry on the official road.
But he didn't expect to miss these crazy dog-like natives.
Could it be said that these natives were sent by that person?
Impossible. It is said that these natives don't even buy Mu Sheng's face, so how can they be willing to be driven by that man?
The saint was puzzled, so she could only look at the man beside her and said, "Let's carry out the original plan. Our goal is too big. Let's go separately."
The one-armed man grinned and nodded lightly: "Okay!"
The Saint prepared many escape plans, the worst of which would be to sacrifice all the White Lotus believers to cover their escape.
And now, although the natives have not caught up with them yet, she instinctively feels that she cannot delay them any longer. If she delays them any longer, the whole army may be annihilated.
Following the saint's order, the White Lotus cultists present instantly dispersed into more than ten teams.
Except for two or three of them, all the other teams turned around and started running away in different directions.
Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people, the saint's heart was bleeding, although most of the people who went to die were believers under Xi Fozi's command.
But Xifuzi has returned to the west now. She only needs to go to Shuzhong to reorganize, and these people will become part of her strength.
Now they have to let them die.
This is all meat that is about to be eaten in her mouth. How can she not feel distressed?
When she came, she was arrogant and had all her tricks figured out. She thought the trip was foolproof, but she didn't expect that she would end up like this in the end.
How painful is it to cut off the tail to survive?
But now is not the time to be sad. The pursuers don't know when they will catch up. They must escape from the mountain as soon as possible.
The one-armed man pulled off the mask covering his mouth and shouted in a weird tone: "Follow me!"
The team he led had the heaviest task, because he wanted to wean the Holy Maiden off.
The team led by the saint turned into a small road.
She has done a lot of homework. She has already asked people to find out where there is any road leading to.
After burning the incense, a dwarf appeared on the spot with a girl.
"Heaven will not kill me, hahahahaha..."
The dwarf man laughed maniacally for a while, causing the girl on the side to look horrified.
I thought that when the great revenge would be avenged, at least I would have to return to Shuzhong.
Unexpectedly, the chieftain from Yunnan went crazy and drove the bitch like a lost dog. Wasn't this a God-given opportunity for him?
How could he be unhappy and not go crazy?
After finding a direction, he took the girl into the forest.
In such mountains and forests, he is truly at home.
In his eyes, those chieftains are nothing more than native chickens and tiles. As long as he wants, he can leave those natives far behind at any time, even if he is seriously injured.
Because he is a monkey himself.
In just a few moments, he had already brought the girl to the path where a death squad would pass.
There were only about twenty people in the team, and the leader of the White Lotus cult had a gloomy look on his face.
The expressions on the faces of the White Lotus cultists under his command were also ugly.
Because the saint wants them to die.
Who else would be in a better mood?
"If the Buddha is here, why should we sacrifice our lives for that bitch?"
"Boss, where did the Buddha go? Can you give me some accurate information?"
The White Lotus cultists under his command suddenly became agitated, and the leader said angrily: "Ask me, who will I ask?"
"Even if the Buddha is going back to Shu, he should still say hello to his brothers."
"It's good now. A woman has climbed on top of us. We are here to help her, but she wants the brothers to die. Isn't this repaying kindness with enmity?"
There were more and more complaints in the team, and the leader said solemnly: "No nonsense."
An exclamation suddenly came from the team: "What time has it been, boss, are you still defending that bitch?"
The leader angrily rebuked: "The identity of the saint is recognized by the Holy Mother herself. What can I do? If the Buddha leaves suddenly, there must be something urgent. Whatever you shout, please shut up."
When the Holy Mother was mentioned, the angry voices in the team suddenly stopped. They did not dare to continue complaining, but the expressions on their faces were even more ugly.
Buddha disappeared without saying a word, which made many White Lotus believers who came from Shu panic.
Although the saint's explanation was reasonable, they always felt that something was not quite right.
If they had not believed in the martial arts of their Buddhist disciples, they would have suspected that the Buddhist disciples had been killed.
Of course, the most important thing is that they have no reason to suspect that the saint will murder the Buddha. After all, even the saint was supported by the Buddha, and the strength of the saint's hands is not enough to make the Buddha disappear silently.
To put it simply, although they are not convinced that a woman is standing on their heads to shit and pee, they still trust her.
Their conversation was heard clearly by Fozi who was hiding in the dark.
For a moment, he just felt a little worried. Didn't these idiots suspect that I had been killed?
He felt that he had to show up. If he didn't show up, all these idiots might die.
"Ahem!"
Fozi coughed lightly, which immediately attracted the attention of the death team.
"who?"
"get out!"
The death team suddenly became alert.
Buddha slowly slid down the tree trunk and said sadly: "I'm getting out. What, what do you think?"
"Buddha?"
The leader rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was the Buddha they thought about day and night.
As for the girl next to Fozi, she was gorgeously ignored by everyone. She was just a native woman, not worthy of a second glance at them, even if the village where this native woman came from was massacred by them yesterday.
"it's me!"
Fozi squatted half-crouched with his hands on the ground, looking very much like an ape. This was his favorite posture.
Seeing this gesture, the man couldn't help but his eyes heated up, and asked: "Buddha, didn't the saint say that you went back to Shu? Why did you come back so soon?"
Fozi frowned, shook his head and said, "You don't have to worry about it. Gather the brothers, and I will take you out of the encirclement."
After losing to the one-armed man and almost dying at his hands, Fozi decided to let it rot in his stomach.
I have never been beaten in a duel, and I was buried by others. It is really embarrassing to tell anyone about it.
When did he, the majestic White Lotus disciple of Western Buddhism, suffer such shame and humiliation?
Of course, one code equals another, and revenge must be avenged.
But as soon as his words came out, he saw an embarrassed look on the man's face.
Buddha frowned and said, "What's wrong?"
The man shook his head, cupped his hands and said: "Buddha, many things happened after you left. We were defeated. The man survived our siege. The Holy Eagle... The Holy Eagle was taken away by the Saint. ”
Of course Buddha knew these things. His purpose in asking this was simply to test how sincere the people in front of him were to him.
Now it seems that the bitch's skills are not very good. It has been a day and a night and she still hasn't made all the White Lotus followers return.
He smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter."
After saying that, he put his hands together and put his thumbs together on his mouth. After a moment, a deep voice came out.
Although the saint's escape route was planned in advance, she still needed coordinates among the endless mountains. Only in this way could she choose the correct one among countless roads.
And that coordinate is the goshawk circling in the mountains.
The goshawk knows the way and can point her in the right direction.
But when we walked to the edge of a canyon, the goshawk was hovering in the sky and kept turning in circles, as if it had encountered something that confused it.
"what happened?"
The woman looked at the goshawk spinning in circles in the sky, and her face suddenly became ugly.
If this eagle no longer guides her, how can she escape from the vast mountains?
The team responsible for guarding the safety of the Saint was also a little confused. They were all brought by the Saint from Jiangnan, and they didn't know much about this legendary holy eagle.
Could it be that the Holy Eagle is also lost?
They all looked at a man in the team at the same time. Along the way, he was controlling the Holy Eagle with his whistle to guide everyone. Now the Holy Eagle suddenly lost control. Unless it was an accident caused by his manipulation, they couldn't think of anything. There are other explanations.
When the man saw this, his face showed a thoughtful expression.
He took out the whistle from his arms, put it in his mouth and blew it, but the Holy Eagle did not swoop down as usual, but kept spinning in the air.
"what's going on?"
Faced with the Saint's questioning, the man bowed and said, "Return to the Saint, besides my subordinates, there are others controlling the Holy Eagle."
The saint asked: "Who is it?"
The man did not answer directly, but changed his voice and said: "The Holy Eagle was raised by Buddha. Buddha made three whistles that can control the Holy Eagle, one of which is in our hands and the other two are in Shu. "
"You mean, it's the Buddha who is controlling the Holy Eagle?"
The saint suddenly exclaimed: "This is impossible!"
The man shook his head and said: "My subordinates also think it is impossible, but except for Buddha, no one can control the Holy Eagle without relying on the whistle."
The saint's expression instantly turned ugly.
If it is really the Buddha who is controlling the Holy Eagle, doesn't that mean that the Buddha is not dead at all?
But didn't he say that he pierced the Buddha's heart with his own hands?
Is he lying to me?
