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Shizheng of Tibetan Scriptures Repeated to Fifteenth

Just as Zhang Danian was about to ask, Wu Soong waved his hand, signalling for Zhang Danian to not speak. He then lowered his voice and told A’chou: "Quickly close the stone door."

A’chou hastily walked towards the stone door. Just as he walked in front of the stone door and was about to close it, a person walked in with a flash from outside. With a wave of his hand, he struck towards A’chou's chest.

A’chou anxiously used his hand to resist, but the person's palm was quick, with a heavy slap, in the next moment, a right palm had already struck A’chou's chest.

With a stuffy groan, A’chou's body was struck and sent flying. Wu Soong used both of his hands to propel himself up into the air, and in the air, he had already caught A’chou's body. Then, he wrapped his arms around A’chou's waist and held him as they landed on the ground.

In the moment of ups and downs, his movements was as fast as lightning, causing Zhang Danian to be unable to see anything.

When Wu Soong landed, there were already two people who had walked in from outside.

These two were both Daoists.

Just young and old.

The young daoist was also not very young, he was around thirty-five or sixteen years old with two whiskers on his head. His eyes were filled with schadenfreude and the left sleeve was empty.

The other was a Daoist Priest who was around sixty to seventy years old. His beard was white, his hands were empty, and his face was filled with arrogance.

He walked in, looked at Wu Soong, Zhang Danian and the other two, with a face full of disdain, he casually said to the young Taoist behind him: "Are there only these three?"

The meaning behind his words was that the young Daoist had invited him to come. However, dealing with these three people would be a waste of his talent.

The young Daoist smiled obsequiously and said: "Martial Uncle, this one-armed monk is not simple. He is the famous Traveller Wu Soong in Liang Shan Pu. Martial Nephew's left arm was chopped off by this Traveller Wu Soong. Martial Uncle cannot be careless. "

That year, the old Daoist put away the arrogance on his face, and stared at Wu Soong. After sizing him up a few times, he asked in a deep voice: "Are you that Blacksmith Wu Soong that hit Jiang Men Shen?"

Wu Soong reached out his right hand, pulled A’chou to his side, and then, with a flick of his empty left sleeve, that sleeve, like a spirit serpent, coiled itself around Zhang Danian's right hand, pulled him in front of himself, and said in a heavy voice: "The two of you stand behind me —"

Subsequently, he released the two people and took two steps forward.

From the looks of it, Wu Soong had to rely on himself to completely protect A’chou and Zhang Danian.

Zhang Danian was secretly anxious in his heart: "Even though I'm a man, I don't have the strength to fight a chicken. I can't even beat the two Ghost Daoists that suddenly appeared."

Raising his eyes to look at A’chou, he saw that both of A’chou's eyes were rolling around, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Zhang Danian consoled himself in his heart: "This A’chou's martial arts is much stronger than mine, I think when I take action, I can probably help out the Big Brother Wu a little."

The young Taoist scolded angrily: "Hey you, my Martial Uncle is asking you a question."

Wu Soong said coldly, "So what if you're a Martial Uncle? Don't tell me that when your Martial Uncle arrives, I have to be like you and act subservient, greeting you like a dog? "

The young Taoist scolded: "Wu Soong, you f * cking do not know how to appreciate favors, today my Martial Uncle has personally come to kill you!" Then he turned his head and said to the old Taoist: "Martial Uncle, don't be polite with him, just directly kill him, the iron box is definitely still here, this Wu Soong has been stabbed by me and is heavily injured, he can only hide in the underground palace like a dog. If not for that brat behind you, I would not have known, that the famous Wu Soong is actually hiding in the ruins."

Pausing for a moment, the young Daoist looked at Zhang Danian who was standing behind Wu Soong, and laughed sinisterly: "Kid, thank you very much."

Zhang Danian was extremely regretful in his heart.

He did not expect that after waiting for three days, not only Wu Soong, but this Ghost Daoist would come as well.

At this moment, he had already guessed that this ghost Daoist was the Bao Daoyi who cut off Big Brother Wu's left arm.

Wu Soong sneered: "I was wondering, before this, I thought that the person with the surname Bao was looking for me everywhere because of that iron box. Hehe, the one with the surname Bao, I'm afraid you can't bear that iron box —"

Bao Daoyi frowned, and said angrily: "What can't be endured? If we put that iron box in the hands of an old beggar like you, it would be a complete waste of the treasure. "

Wu Soong laughed: "Since you're so confident, come and take a look, I'm afraid that your other arm will be left behind under this Sixth Peace Tower —"

Following that, he extended his right hand and a black iron box appeared in his palm.

Wu Soong's bright eyes looked at Bao Daoyi and his Martial Uncle, his eyes filled with disdain.

When Bao Daoyi saw the iron box, the expression on his face immediately changed. He went up to the old Daoist and whispered: "Martial Uncle, look, it's that iron box —"

The old Daoist raised his eyebrows, and stared at the iron box in Wu Soong's hands. After about ten breaths, he slowly spoke: "Wu Soong, you give the iron box to me, and I'll let the three of you die with your bodies intact. What do you think?"

By the side, when Zhang Danian heard the old Taoist's words, he could not help but be angry. How dare he speak in such a manner, was he bragging too much? As a hero of Liang Shan, would Big Brother Wu be afraid of a smelly Daoist like you? "

Wu Soong laughed out loud and said, "Bao Daoyi, you amazing Martial Uncle, are you still awake? Let us all die? If you two ox your noses came here today, that would be seeking your own death. Who knows, there might be a few fully winged corpses in the underground palace below the Six Ring High Tower that might be needed for the pagoda's protection. The two of you came at the perfect time, so I didn't have to go out and look for them. "

After all, his own skill was on par with Bao Daoyi's. If it wasn't for the Tiger Box's benefit, he might not have been able to cut off one of Bao Daoyi's arms last time.

This time, Bao Daoyi brought him, the Martial Uncle here, so he believed that this Martial Uncle had some methods. He was afraid that he would not be able to escape successfully today, but it was a pity for the Zhang Danian and the A’chou behind him, and they died here for nothing.

A’chou also scolded them, "You two brats are too bragging, in a while, even Qiantang Jiang will be bragging too much."

The old Daoist's face darkened as he said coldly, "Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being impolite." He took out a flute and started playing with it.

The flute was only half a foot long. The sound produced by the flute sounded like the cries of ghosts in hell.

When Zhang Danian heard it, he felt unwell all over. The sound of the flute seemed to have gathered all of the Yin energy underground.

The cold Qi came from all directions. In a trance, all the cold Qi seemed to have condensed into a huge black skeleton. The skeleton whistled with its mouth wide open, as if it wanted to gather all the ghosts and souls within a five kilometer radius of Qian Tang River, Yuelun Mountain …