Chapter 36 The Remnants of the Demonic Path

As a gold medal night watcher, Zheng Hu is not as rough as he looks. He is actually a thoughtful person.

Otherwise, he would not have become a gold medal night watcher in his thirties.

In this complex and dangerous world, who doesn't wear a few masks on his face? After all, they are not those strong people standing at the top. Even if they are, they probably say one thing in front of people and another behind their backs.

After all, they are just standing at the top, not invincible in the world.

Last time in front of Huangfu Chen, he was just pretending. He still understands the ways of the world.

"Monk Huichi, I always thought you were a respectable Buddhist, but now it seems that this is not the case. The way you acted in the past was just pretending. In the face of death, you can't stick to your original intention."

Zheng Hu glanced at Lin Qingzhi's grandmother and the other four people next to him, waved his hand to let his men take them out, and then looked at Monk Huichi and spoke again.

Huichi's face was still calm. After living for so many years, he had already developed a calm and indifferent look.

Just these few words, it's not enough to make him reveal his identity.

"Amitabha... Mr. Zheng, I really don't know what you are talking about." Hui Chi folded his hands and spoke slowly.

"It seems that you will not die until you reach Luojiang!"

Zheng Hu's eyes were full of fierceness. He didn't want to talk to this old monk anymore. He ordered again without looking back: "Su Xin, take people to search the entire Taohua Temple. Remember, don't miss any corner, especially under those Buddha statues."

"Yes, sir..."

Hearing this, Shen Suxin hurriedly took several colleagues from the Night Watch to search for evidence in the temple.

Hui Chi looked at the actions of Shen Suxin and others, slowly closed his eyes, his face was calm, but he had already started thinking about what to do next.

If it was just a normal inquiry, he was really not afraid, but he was afraid that these people from the Night Watch would conduct a search at the slightest disagreement, and no matter how hidden the secrets were, they could not be hidden in front of these dog noses of the Xia Dynasty.

He hated that he was not a disciple of the Vajra Temple.

Otherwise, why would there be a need to extend life in secret?

In the Vajra Temple, any old monk who is above the Golden Elixir Realm of Martial Arts can go to the Barbarians to perform forbidden magic to extend life. As long as they report it, they can perform it openly.

The Barbarians will not object, and there may be many believers who will voluntarily sacrifice their lives, just to be able to ascend to the Western Paradise.

The Barbarians have long been controlled by the Vajra Temple, and the Barbarians' royal family is just a puppet.

"Hey! Amitabha, why does Master Zheng want to get to the bottom of it..." Hui Chi opened his eyes, slowly stood up, and put the wooden fish on a small table next to the altar.

"Why, Master Hui Chi can't hide anymore..." Zheng Hu said with a playful smile on his face.

"It seems that I have to find a new place to spread my Buddhist scriptures." Turning around again, Hui Chi's calm expression has changed, becoming extremely serious, and everyone can see the murderous intent in his eyes.

"Then let's see if Master Huichi can leave Wei County intact!"

"Bang..."

Zheng Hu took out his mace from somewhere and slammed it hard on the bluestone slab on the ground.

The weight of the mace and Zheng Hu's strength caused a deep pit to appear on the ground, and cracks appeared like spider webs, spreading in all directions.

"I think it's possible..."

Hui Chi's old eyebrows began to fall slowly, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and he spoke slowly.

"Then Master Huichi will try..."

After Zheng Hu finished speaking, he had already lifted the mace in his hand and smashed it towards the old monk Huichi.

The terrifying power and the sound of the wind made a terrifying sound of ghosts and wolves howling...

"Dang..."

However, the mace was blocked by a golden bell just before Huichi's body.

"Kongling Temple's body protection technique, Golden Bell Cover..."

Zheng Hu's face changed, the mace in his hand had been retracted, and the spiritual energy in his body burst out.

"Bang..."

Zheng Hu's clothes on the upper body were torn into pieces, revealing his bronze skin and bulging muscles.

Zheng Hu was the first warrior to have his clothes torn apart when he disagreed with someone.

"Monk Huichi, you have the Golden Bell Cover, and I have the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. Let's see who is harder..." Zheng Hu finished speaking, holding the mace and hitting Huichi again.

However, Huichi smiled at this moment, he actually smiled.

Although his smile looked quite kind because of his old age, Zheng Hu had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Bang..."

Monk Huichi stretched out his dry left hand, in the shape of a dragon claw, and grabbed the mace and fixed it in mid-air.

"Master Zheng, you are only a martial arts golden elixir great perfection, and I have already reached the supernatural realm. Do you still think I can't get out of Wei County?" Huichi continued to say this.

The old monk had no idea that villains died because they talked too much.

"My Lord, I found out..."

Just then, Shen Suxin ran over from a distance and saw the two people in a stalemate.

"Clang..."

The long sword in Shen Suxin's hand was unsheathed.

A chill began to spread.

"Frost sword intent..."

The old monk turned his head and looked at Shen Suxin in surprise, and the sword intent she exuded.

"Hmph! Master Huichi, watch this..."

After the words fell, the sword in Shen Suxin's hand turned into a giant frost dragon and attacked the old monk.

Before the sword energy even approached, the old monk and Zheng Hu felt a biting chill coming from their faces.

The two people who were in a stalemate had frost forming on their eyebrows and on their temples.

"What a swordsman genius..."

As soon as the words fell, the old monk's spiritual power exploded.

"boom..."

A powerful shock wave swept towards the two people with the old monk as the center.

The expressions of both of them changed.

Shen Suxin even screamed: "A warrior in the magical power realm..."

All this time, the cultivation level shown by this old monk in Yu County was only the early stage of the Golden Elixir of Martial Arts.

Who would have thought that this old monk was still a sixth-year old monk, hiding himself so deeply.

"My Buddha is compassionate..."

"Great Compassion Palm..."

A golden swastika appeared in the old monk's dry palm, and then he patted it towards the two of them.

"Boom! Boom..."

The swastika was directly printed on the two people's bodies, knocking them away, and then smashed into the temple wall.

"boom..."

The courtyard wall could not withstand the collision between the two people and collapsed directly. A plume of smoke rose from the ground and enveloped the two people.

"grown ups..."

The other night watchmen who had just arrived shouted with worries on their faces.

"Shua..."

A figure rushed out of the room and landed in the courtyard.

"Amitabha..."

The smoke slowly dissipated, and the old monk looked at the surprised pilgrims outside with murderous intent in his eyes.

He slowly said: "Today, there were remnants of the demonic path doing evil in Peach Blossom Temple. The donors who came to offer incense were killed by the remnant of the demonic path. The old man and the adults of the night watch department worked together to surround and suppress him, but unfortunately, only the old man survived. Come down..."

"And the remnants of the demonic path are..."