Chapter - 57 Tomb of the Living Dead (5)

Grandma Sun did not like his smooth talk, she stopped, and chuckled, "There is only one bottle of medicine, if you want some more, there isn't any. You can find your own way to cure Zhao Zhijing's wounds!" As she said this she sent out her hand and said, "Since you don't greet a senior, I'll teach you a lesson." The palm was extremely quick, Zhang Zhiguang couldn't avoid it, a clashing sound was heard, he was struck on the cheek, and his face was stinging.

By the door the two Taoists' faces changed and both of them said, "Even if you are a senior, how can we let you do what you want in Chongyang Palace?" One sent out his left palm, the other his right, the two of them attacking together from two sides. Grandma Sun had fought the "Big Dipper Formation" before and knew it was powerful; she knew it would be best to avoid it. If she went to attack them, how could she fight them all in their formation? She dodged past the two palms, and picked up Yang Guo and headed for the rooftops. She saw that there was no one on the roof; she wanted to escape via this route when suddenly someone jumped up on the roof and shouted, "Drop down!" sending two palms out. Grandma Sun was in midair, she had nothing to lean against, and could only fight with her right hand, one palm clashed with two, both of them were forced back, each of them on either side of the wall. Six or seven Taoists whistled, and crowded her into the corner.

These Taoists were the best fighters of Quanzhen's third generation, and had come out to protect the main hall. In a flash, they moved back, and then rushed forward; the Taoists used a storming tactic and attacked many times. Grandma Sun was forced into the corner, and tried to break out with Yang Guo in her hand, but the Taoists formed a human wall and kept her back, she tried to break through many times but was forced back each time.

Ten moves passed. The one in charge of guarding the main hall Zhang Zhiguang knew that the enemy could not do anything and immediately lit a torch. Ten large candles were lit up all around the main hall, and shone on Grandma Sun's pale face, an ugly face of a frightful person who hides in the forest.

Zhang Zhiguang called out, "Retreat."

The seven Taoists who were attacking Grandma Sun took a step back, their hands across their chests, each holding their position. Grandma Sun caught her breath and then chuckled, "The Quanzhen sect is famous throughout the world, indeed they live up to their name. Over ten young and athletic men teamed up together to bully an old woman and a child. Ha-ha, so powerful, so powerful!"

Zhang Zhiguang's faced turned a shade of red and said, "We are only trying to catch an intruder in the palace. We don't care if it's an old woman or a young man, if they were tall when they enter, they'll be short when they leave."

Grandma Sun chuckled and said, "What do you mean 'short when they leave'? You want me to crawl out of here, is that it!"

Zhang Zhiguang had just been slapped painfully by Grandma Sun, he wasn't going to let her off lightly, and said, "If you want me to let you go, its not hard, just agree to three things. One, you called your bees to hurt brother Zhao; you have to leave the antidote. Two, that child is a student of the Quanzhen sect, how can he expel himself from the school without the permission of our leader? You've got to leave him here. Three, you broke into Chongyang Palace, you have to kowtow in front of ancestor Chongyang to apologize."

Grandma Sun laughed loudly and said, "I have long said to Mistress Long that none of the Taoists here have a good future, aren't the old woman's words true? Come, come I'll go and kowtow."

Grandma Sun lowered herself and began to kneel down. For Zhang Zhiguang this was unexpected, he was stunned, he saw Grandma Sun lowering her head, when suddenly he saw a flash, a projectile was thrown straight at him. Zhang Zhiguang cried out 'ai ya', he had tried to move out of the way quickly but the projectile was extremely quick and hit the corner of his left eye, his forehead was full of blood.

Grandma Sun had scoured her pocket and had grabbed the empty bee honey bottle, and calmly used her sect's projectile throwing technique to send the projectile out. Her sect's kung fu was designed for females, the techniques were all soft and of a ying nature, the changes mysterious, this stance "First Bow Greet After" (qian ju hou gong) was unexpected. Though it was just an empty bottle, but because of the short distance it was shot out from, Zhang Zhiguang did not expect it and could not avoid it.

The Taoists saw that Zhang Zhiguang's head was covered with blood, they all shouted at the same time, and took out a weapon. Quanzhen's Taoists all used swords, the courtyard lit up with the blades light. Grandma Sun got up and chuckled, she knew that it would be hard for her to complete this day. But she was strong and stubborn, she wouldn't surrender, she turned her head and asked Yang Guo, "Child, are you afraid?"

When Yang Guo saw the long swords brandished, he had already thought to himself, "If Uncle Guo was here, even if there were more Taoists I wouldn't be scared. But with Grandma Sun's skills, we will not be able to break out." When he heard Grandma Sun ask him the question, he clearly replied, "Grandma, just let them kill me. This business has nothing to do with you, leave quickly."

Grandma Sun heard the child's proud resilient air, and his concern for her, and loved him even more, she loudly said, "Grandma will die with you to grant the rotten Taoists their wish." She suddenly shouted out "Now!" and dashed forward, she stretched out her arms, and caught hold of two Taoists' wrists; she twisted them and snatched their swords. Her "Empty Hands Entering a Hundred Blades" kung fu was extremely strange; it was reckless yet it was mystifying and not ordinary. The two Taoists could not defend against this, and all of a sudden they had lost their weapons.

Grandma Sun gave one of the swords to Yang Guo and said, "Child, do you dare to fight against the rotten Taoists?"

Yang Guo said, "Of course I'm not afraid. It's a pity that there are no other people here."

Grandma Sun said, "What other people?"

Yang Guo loudly said, "The Quanzhen sect is world renowned, such a heroic deed as bullying an orphan and an old woman, isn't it a pity that there's no one to spread this story?" He had heard how Grandma Sun and Zhang Zhiguang argued, and understood one of the points raised. His words were clear and simple, his voice was bright and loud.

When the Taoists heard his words, half of them felt ashamed, they thought that ganging up on a small child and an old woman was a shameful thing to do. Someone quietly said, "I'll go and tell our leader, and hear his decision."

Right now Ma Yu was ten miles away at the far side of the mountain meditating in a small room; the sect's affairs were handed to Hao Datong. The Taoist who said this was a disciple of Tan Chuduan, he felt that the situation has got out of hand and now the sect's reputation was on the line. This matter had to be dealt by their sect's leader personally.

Zhang Zhiguang's face was struck by the empty jar and his left eye was covered in blood; he was furious and acted out on impulse. He knew that their sect leader was peaceful and he would order them to release Yang Guo and Grandma Sun. He will have suffered for no reason. He called out loudly; "First we'll catch that evil witch, then we'll let leader decide what to do. Everyone, catch them."