Traveling from The Deer and Ding Tale

Chapter 58

You made an appointment to steal the treasure, do you think you are Chu Liuxiang?
Even if you are Chu Liuxiang, if you meet Zhou Pingan, I will make you a rotten egg.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ping'an looked at Chengtong leisurely and said, "Nephew Chengtong, look at my face."

"Monks don't lie, uncle, you are very handsome, very handsome, you are the most handsome Zen master I have ever seen"

After Chengtong stared at Zhou Pingan carefully for a while, he clasped his hands together and said reverently.

"shallow."

Zhou Pingan glanced at Chengtong speechlessly.

"I want to say, is this Zen Master so kind-hearted and easy to bully?"

"." Chengtong smiled awkwardly.

"Whoever thinks that Uncle Shi is easy to bully, that's going to be bad luck. Uncle Shi, if you don't have some vajra skills, how could you kill Oboi, the number one warrior in Manchuria, and how could you command Zhenghuang Banner's Xiaoqi Battalion?"

"Well, you are a sensible person. Tonight, you and Chengtai and Chengyuan will represent my Shaolin Temple and go to meet this stubborn Nangong Wuji for a while." Zhou Pingan said lightly.

"Ah, what about you, uncle?" Chengtong was slightly startled.

"I've been overworked these days, I'm going to sleep." Zhou Ping'an shrugged indifferently.

"No. Then why did you ask me if you are so kind and easy to bully?" Chengtong was helpless.

"Is it okay to ask casually?" Zhou Ping'an chuckled.

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The Buddha’s top bone relic of the Sixth Patriarch Nenghui is placed on the top floor of the Kasha Pagoda on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

The Jiashi Pagoda itself is located in the deep hinterland of the Shaolin Temple, and there are many Shaolin disciples with high levels of cultivation under the pagoda patrolling, so it is not easy to steal the Buddha's parietal bone relic of the Sixth Patriarch Nenghui Zen Master matter.

Nangong Wuji dared to blatantly agree on a time to come and steal the relics, obviously he was confident enough in his skills.

The wind was blowing in the evening, and the time was getting closer to midnight, but all the guards were removed from the Kasha Pagoda tonight.

At this moment, from an unknown distance in the western sky, the mournful cries of crows suddenly sounded.

"he came!"

Sitting in Chengtong, Chengtai, and Chengyuan, the three opened their eyes almost at the same time.

"I didn't expect that the three chiefs were here to welcome the leader of the sect. What, where is the bald donkey Hui Cong?"

Almost instantly, a black shadow streaked across the sky and landed on the top guardrail of the Gasha Pagoda.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has cultivated such outstanding martial arts at such a young age, he should be humble and respectful to the world." Cheng Tong clasped his hands together.

It turned out that Nangong Wuji, the leader of the Blood God Sect, was just a handsome and handsome boy in his twenties.

"Almost, almost." Chengtai shook his head.

"What almost?" Nangong Wuji was slightly taken aback.

"I said that your appearance is not as good as my Master Uncle Huiming's." Chengtai said truthfully.

"What! You actually said that the 70-year-old old man is more handsome than me!"

Nangong Wuji was furious, his body moved, his hands turned into palms, and he rushed towards Chengtai swiftly.

As one of the top ten martial arts masters in the Shaolin Temple, Chengtai was extremely conceited about his own cultivation. When he saw Nangong Wuji's attack, he faced him directly without dodging.

There was a muffled bang.

Nangong Wuji didn't move, but Chengtai was thrown seven steps away.

Within one move, the superior and inferior will be judged.

Seeing this, Cheng Tong and Cheng Yuan couldn't care less about three-on-one being a hero, and rushed forward one after another.

Nangong Wuji smiled contemptuously, changed his moves, and attacked with one against three.

Within half a stick of incense, Chengtai, Chengtong, and Chengyuan were severely injured by Nangong Wuji at the same time, and then watched helplessly as Nangong Wuji took away the Buddha's parietal bone relic of the Sixth Patriarch Nenghui Zen Master.

If it wasn't for the arrival of Shaolin monks under the pagoda, Nangong Wuji would no longer love to fight, and the three people in Chengtai might still have blood spattered on the spot.

"The Shaolin Temple is just a bunch of trash."

A black shadow drifted past, and Nangong Wuji disappeared into the vast night.

The three people in Chengtai, with ashen faces, got off the Kasha Pagoda and rushed to the big Zen room where Zhou Ping'an lived to bear thorns and plead guilty.

However, what surprised the three people in Chengtai was that Zhou Ping'an's residence was hung with a reminder board saying "resting, please do not disturb".

The three people in Chengtai had no choice but to wait at the door.

Nangong Wuji flew all the way out of the Shaolin Temple, he wanted to go back quickly, and burned the Buddha's parietal bone relic of the Sixth Patriarch Nenghui Zen Master in front of his father's grave.

Just when Nangong Wuji was about to rush down Shaoshi Mountain, a voice sounded leisurely.

"If you steal something and run away like you, what do you need the government and the police to do?"

"Who?" Nangong Wudi was taken aback, and immediately stopped.

"It's me, the younger brother of your ex-boyfriend. That's Master Huiming who they said just now is more handsome than you."

Zhou Pingan chuckled.

"What? At such a young age, how could you be an old monk of the obscure generation in Shaolin Temple?"

When Nangong Wudi said this, he suddenly grimaced for no reason, "Damn it, you are actually a little bit more handsome than me."

Then, Nangong Wuji suddenly pulled out a golden snake soft sword from his waist, and the sword moves swept out like a storm, and the moves were all swept towards Zhou Ping'an's face.

Others prefer to slap others in the face, but Nangong Wuji will ruin other people's faces if they disagree with anyone who is handsomer than him.

"The martial arts is pretty good, was it taught by your master's wife, right?"

Zhou Pingan smiled while dodging.

"How do you know?" Nangong Wuji was slightly taken aback, and then his face became even more ugly, "It seems that you know something you shouldn't know. It turns out that the leader just wanted to ruin your face. Now it seems that I have to take your Doomed!"

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Wucao, your kid's martial arts are really taught by his wife.

The question is, where do I know what I shouldn't know?
What is it, I don't know, why don't you tell me.

Zhou Ping'an never expected that such a test would dig out so much inside information.

Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. I am the son of the old king and the wife of the teacher. Who are the people in this family.

Nangong Wuji saw that he could not hurt Zhou Pingan even after attacking desperately for so long, he couldn't help being startled and angry, taking advantage of the gap between the attacks, he threw the fireworks out with his hands.

"A cloud-piercing arrow with thousands of troops coming to meet you?"

Zhou Ping'an originally wanted to teach Nangong Wuji a lesson, but he didn't expect that this guy would go further and want his life, so he became angry immediately, "You are the only one who can make people fail! Brothers from Jiang Zuomen, come out! !"

In an instant, Nangong Wuji realized that he had been surrounded by people from Jiangzuomen.

"If we have the ability, let's fight each other!" Nangong Wuji said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, today, I will let you experience a palm technique that falls from the sky!"

Zhou Pingan waved his hand, motioning Jiangzuomen to retreat.

Then, he ordered three kinds of fruits, purification liquid, and elixirs stored in the system to temporarily replenish internal strength.

Then, he played his most powerful move so far, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

"Dawei Tiankanglong has regrets!"

"what!"

Early the next morning, as soon as Zhou Ping'an lazily opened the door, he saw the three people in Chengtai knelt down in front of his door with expressions of lovelessness still on their faces.

"Huh? You three came here so early to pay your respects to your uncle?" Zhou Ping'an asked knowingly.

"Uncle, we are guilty. We lost the Buddha's top bone relic of Zen Master Nenghui, the sixth patriarch. Nangong Wuji, the leader of the Blood God Sect, is too powerful in martial arts. The three of us can't beat him."

Chengtai said with a sad face.

"Ah, no, Jingxuan just told me that he went to see it, and the Buddha's top bone relic of the Sixth Patriarch Nenghui is still there." Zhou Pingan said pretending to be surprised.

At this moment, a young novice suddenly ran in in a panic, "I will report to Master Huiming's uncle, there are rumors in the world that Nangong Wuji, the leader of the Blood God Sect, was shot and killed at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain last night. His death is horrific."

(End of this chapter)