Chapter 24 Chapter 23

The saint of Kagawa said with a straight face: "The concubine wants to hire you to kill a person with five times the amount of jewels, you might as well think about it—" Her delicate body leaned forward slightly, showing a solemn expression. Zhen Dingyuan's eyes were uncertain, and he said for a while: "Who is the saint going to kill?" Kagawa Saintess Road: "I'll tell you after you promise." Zhen Dingyuan's Jing pupil showed a perplexed look, and said: "The old man still doesn't understand that if the saintess really came from Yan Palace, with the power of the two empresses of Yan Palace, it would be a trivial matter to get rid of someone. Why would the saintess not hesitate to spend money to get rid of someone? Huge sum of money, buy and hire someone else to do it for you?..."

Kagawa Saintess Road: "The concubine has no time to spend more time explaining clearly, you have to decide quickly whether to agree or not." Zhen Dingyuan suddenly let out a sinister smile, and walked back and forth in front of the Xiangchuan saint with his hands behind his back. The Xiangchuan saint's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she couldn't guess her intention for a while, and asked: "He Er, Lord Zhen, is pretending to sneer?" Zhen Dingyuan said, "Coincident, coincidence." The saint of Kagawa asked in surprise, "What a coincidence?"

Zhen Dingyuan said: "The saint hired this old man to kill someone with 50,000 taels of silver. A few days ago, another master hired me to kill someone with the same price. Don't you think this is a coincidence?" The face of the saint from Kagawa changed slightly, and said: "It's a coincidence that you dare to love, have you accepted it?" Zhen Dingyuan said: "The old man is coming, and the master has already paid off the employment money, which seems to be enough for Taizhao Castle to spend for many years, so I don't plan to earn your fifty thousand taels of silver...."

Before the words were finished, there was a sudden sound of heavy footsteps from the other side of the forest, and a dull voice said: "Is there anyone in the forest? The poor monk hurried past here—" As the sound of the footsteps approached, Lin Ye walked in, and walked into a middle-aged monk, dressed in a gray cassock, with a handy shovel on his shoulder. As soon as the great monk appeared, "Sima Daoyuan", who had been standing silently behind Zhao Ziyuan, suddenly let out a low gasp, and muttered to himself: "This monk is here too, umm, the situation is about to get complicated..."

Zhao Ziyuan said: "Do you know this monk?" "Sima Daoyuan" nodded and said: "Not only I know him, but the one named Zhen is also very familiar with him." Zhao Ziyuan had a thought, and said: "But the hater from Shaolin Temple in Songshan?" "Sima Daoyuan" said: "I don't know if it's the old man, the one surnamed Zhen may know his details better than me..." The great monk saw Zhen Dingyuan at a glance, smiled and said: "The poor monk doesn't know that benefactor Zhen is here, otherwise there would be no need to say hello just outside the forest."

Zhen Dingyuan remained silent, the great monk's eyes fell on the saint of Xiangchuan, and said: "Is this female Tanyue a noble family?" Zhen Dingyuan said solemnly: "Master, don't make random guesses." The great monk laughed and said: "I'm sorry, it was the poor monk who slipped out of his mouth for a while, the benefactor, please forgive me." After saying that, he started to walk, and turned around after walking a few steps. Zhen Dingyuan said: "What else does the master have to teach?" The great monk said: "The alms master don't take advantage of the poor monk's convenience to shovel it?"

Zhen Dingyuan sneered and said: "When did the old man borrow the master's treasure shovel..." In the middle of the conversation, the monk quickly pushed himself towards the two of them, with his left hand out, he pointed straight at Zhen Dingyuan's "Central" acupoint on his chest. At the same moment, he swung his right hand with a shovel on his shoulder, and with a wave in the air, seven or eight shovel images appeared, and they fell towards the saint of Kagawa as a hood. The face of the saint of Kagawa changed abruptly, and she shouted: "Master, you..."

Zhao Ziyuan, who was peeping from the side, was stunned when he saw this. How could a monk make such a vicious attack? He had never seen it in his life. The great monk's left hand brushing the acupoint was just a false attack, Zhen Dingyuan twisted his body slightly to avoid it obliquely, but the handy shovel on his right shot down sharply without hesitation. "Sima Daoyuan", standing behind Zhao Ziyuan, blurted out: "not good--" With a flick of the palm, a gust of wind blows out. Zhao Ziyuan doubts how effective his volley bullet can be at such a long distance.But when the big monk was about to fall with the shovel, he suddenly let out a strange cry, which made the shovel fall a bit frustrated.

The great monk leaped away and said angrily: "Who dares to tease the poor monk secretly?" "Sima Daoyuan" raised his voice: "Great monk, how do you look like a monk? You want to shovel and kill people without distinction, this old man's teeth are really cold..." Without making any gestures, he has already left the dense forest and disappeared. The great monk only caught a glimpse of the figure, and the figure of the other person had disappeared, he shouted anxiously: "The benefactor, go slowly." With a lift of his feet, he was as fast as a shooting star chasing the moon, and then he rushed after him.

Zhen Dingyuan winked and said: "Is it him again?...It seems that he is really haunted..." The beautiful lady of Xiangchuan blinked her eyes and said, "Why don't the main force of Zhenbao chase after him?" The light in Zhen Dingyuan's eyes flickered, as if he couldn't make up his mind, he suddenly made up his mind, turned around, and started his lightness kung fu to fly away. The traces of the three people were checked one after another, Zhao Ziyuan was curious, and was waiting to follow up to find out what happened, when suddenly a figure flew up quietly and sneaked behind Zhao Ziyuan to find Zhang Zhang, Zhao Ziyuan only felt a numbness in the acupoints under his ribs, Then fell into a coma...

... When Zhao Ziyuan woke up leisurely, he realized that nothing was wrong with him. Looking around, he saw Luo Shangchen lying on a piece of leopard skin, covered with a green brocade quilt. He gently lifted the quilt, but I feel as light as if there is nothing, and I don't know what it is made of. He jumped up, and after a little luck, he returned to normal without losing his kung fu. Zhao Ziyuan put down a huge stone in his heart, and looked around again, but it was a triangular tent, with lamps and candles hanging high above his head, emitting a soft light, five pieces of leopard skins, five pieces of tiger skins, and embroidered pillows and brocade quilts were spread on the floor of the tent and so on, the arrangement is very luxurious and luxurious. In the center of the tent was a low table of finely carved sandalwood. There were no food and wine on it, and the fragrance was overflowing. At this time, the tent was lifted, and a monk walked in with a handy shovel. It was the gray-clothed monk who suddenly appeared in the woods! The great monk said to Zhao Ziyuan: "The benefactor is awake?" Zhao Ziyuan was puzzled and said: "Where am I? How did the master come here?" The great monk said: "This is the swimming tent of the saint in Kagawa. It was originally set up as a resting place for the saint, but it has been taken over by the poor monk." Zhao Ziyuan said: "So, the person who sneaked up on me in the woods and controlled mere acupoints is not a master?" The great monk said: "Of course not. The poor monk has been following the caravan of the Kagawa Holy Maiden since this afternoon. The Holy Maiden had already set up a tent and was going to spend the night here. He thought she noticed someone was following her, so she abandoned the tent and left in a hurry. Later—" After a slight pause, he continued: "Later, the poor monk walked into the tent and found that you were unconscious lying here, but none of the acupoints in your body were restrained at all, it was just that you were unconscious and passed out..." The more Zhao Ziyuan heard it, the more bizarre he felt, as if he had fallen into a five-mile fog. He raised his eyes to look at the candles hanging high in the tent, and said: "What time is it now, is it midnight?" The great monk turned his eyes and said: "The little benefactor wakes up and asks non-stop. The poor monk is not happy to talk. When will you not go outside to see?" His tone suddenly became very cold, Zhao Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, then he walked towards the tent, poked his head out, and saw the crescent moon outside, showing that the night was already very dark. Zhao Ziyuan was about to withdraw his head and come back, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of seven long black shadows standing in a row about five feet away from the entrance of the tent—— Through the hazy moonlight, one could vaguely see that the seven people were all wearing green clothes, all of them were tall and tall, and they looked very ferocious. Those seven people stood there like seven stone statues, and they did not move for a long time. Zhao Ziyuan felt that the faces of the seven people were tense, and the shock was no small matter, so he shrank his head and turned around, shouting to the great monk: "Master, come quickly, there are seven people standing outside the tent..." The great monk lazily cut off the conversation and said: "Little benefactor, don't make a fuss and yell all the time? Those seven people are under the poor monk's subordinates. They took the old man's order to handle something this morning, and they just came back a quarter ago to report to the poor monk—" Zhao Ziyuan asked in surprise, "Master's subordinate?" The great monk said: "Strictly speaking, they are not the direct subordinates of the poor monk, but for the sake of convenience, the poor monk specially asked an old partner of the poor monk to borrow his subordinates, so that they can be sent by the poor monk." The astonishment in Zhao Ziyuan's heart continued unabated, and he secretly thought that this monk, as a Buddhist monk, not only has subordinates for him to drive, but also has some foreign partners, it is really unimaginable. From the looks of it, the seven people standing outside are definitely not kind. Since the great monk in front of him is also a member of their journey, this situation is really very suspicious. He rolled his eyes and said: "May I ask what the master's name is called?" The great monk said coldly: "Does a monk have to have a dharma title? If you insist on having a title, you can call the poor monk Hua Monk..." Zhao Ziyuan looked at him and said, "Hua Monk? This—" the great monk interrupted: "How is it? The dharma name that the poor monk took for himself is not bad, right?" Zhao Ziyuan couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't say a word for a long time. Monk Hua laughed, threw away the handy shovel in his hand, reclined on the right side of the low table, picked up the wine glass on the table with one hand, and tore off a leg of lamb with the other hand, and began to drink and chew. Zhao Ziyuan saw that he was gobbling voraciously and drinking recklessly, he was indeed an out-and-out "Monk Hua", he couldn't help but secretly frowned. Monk Hua said: "Little benefactor, don't just stay there, put a table full of lamb and wine and not enjoy it, isn't it intentional to make life difficult for yourself?" He drank it all in one gulp, calling "good wine" endlessly. Zhao Ziyuan hadn't eaten recently, and after running around for a long time, he was already hungry, so he stopped sticking to it now, and drank to his heart's content. Monk Hua said: "It's rare that the poor monk is in a good mood, and he is drinking with the company of the dead ghost. It's time to clarify." As he spoke, he poured another full glass of wine until he drank not a single drop. Zhao Ziyuan only thought that Monk Hua was talking nonsense after drinking, but he didn't pay attention to it. Monk Hua raised his sleeve and wiped the wine stains from his lips. Monk Hua sneered and said: "Drink, drink a few more glasses, when you are drunk, the poor monk will just start!" Zhao Ziyuan stopped eating and drinking and said: "Is the master talking to me?" Monk Hua murmured as if he had never heard of it: "If you want to die, you have to be a full ghost. You are almost full, so the poor monk can send you on your way." He spoke gloomyly, with a sneer from time to time, Zhao Zi thought he was drunk at first and didn't know what to say, but the more he heard it, the more outrageous he was, and he felt like he was confused. Monk Hua poured a few more cups of wine, then suddenly reached out his hand and took out a pack of cards, swept the cup and plate aside, and said to Zhao Ziyuan: "Come on, come on, let's play a deck of cards." Zhao Ziyuan was stunned, thinking that this monk Hua still had the pleasure of gambling when he was chasing wine and food.The indifference and asceticism of a monk can't be found in him at all.Now said: "The master is good at eating, drinking and gambling, but he doesn't know how to play the other one..." Monk Hua said: "Are you talking about things like looking for flowers and willows? We monks don't want to talk about this. Don't talk about it." He spoke in a serious manner, as if he was an eminent monk with serious words and deeds, Zhao Ziyuan was secretly amused when he heard this, and said: "The monks don't make expeditions, chase wine and eat, and concentrate on shooting, what does the master think?" Monk Hua calmly said: "Little benefactor, you are pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey. Unfortunately, you are dying, so it is inconvenient for the poor monk to argue with you—" He smirked and said: "But you still have to take a bet with the poor monk, so you bet." Zhao Ziyuan said: "I don't have a penny on me, what should I bet on?" Monk Hua grinned and said: "The poor monk is not going to bet with you for money, but for your life!" Zhao Ziyuan's heart was greatly shocked, and said: "Master, don't use me for entertainment, bet your life..." Monk Hua interrupted: "Who is entertaining you, stop talking nonsense, and quickly reveal the cards." He skillfully laid the cards on the table, threw the dice, and shouted: "Five Heavens Gate, it's up to you to reveal the card—" Zhao Ziyuan shrugged and said: "Quu has always been greedy for life and afraid of death, so I don't want to gamble with my life." Monk Hua said: "It's up to you if you don't gamble, and the poor monk will get rid of you!" Zhao Ziyuan wondered: "But master, why don't you just start killing people, why should you bet on this deck of cards?" Monk Hua said: "Because the poor monk likes to gamble like his life, I invite you to gamble and give you such a chance. If you win, you can get your life back. If you lose this bet unfortunately, hehe, poor monk." The monk's treasured shovel is in good hands again." Zhao Ziyuan didn't have time to ask him why he wanted to take his own life?The monk Hua has been urging repeatedly, Zhao Ziyuan was forced to have no choice but to stretch out his hand to take the card. He was about to lift the bottom of the card when he heard a deep voice saying: "Come on! Come on! There's another gambler here!" Amid the sound of drinking, there was a sound of wind at the entrance of the tent, and a person came in stridingly. Zhao Ziyuan turned his eyes and saw that the person who came was about forty years old. Between them, there was a faintly intimidating majesty. Monk Hua's expression sank and said: "How did the benefactor get in?" The middle-aged beggar said: "How do I get in? Our family is a beggar, but it is definitely not a burglar. The master opened his eyes wide, didn't you see me walking from the tent to the tent?" Monk Hua said: "Don't pretend, the benefactor. The poor monk asked the seven people guarding outside the tent. How could the benefactor come into the tent in a 'fair way'?" The middle-aged beggar said lightly: "It's okay if they don't let me in, just because they just told them that I'm your old friend for many years, and you invited me to come here to meet you, so they let me in." Monk Hua said: "Are you an old friend of the poor monk? Did the poor monk ask you to meet me here?" The middle-aged beggar laughed and said: "The monk and the beggar are incompatible. They have always been rivals. How can they become friends? Although the master has never made an appointment with me, I came here uninvited and pretended to be an uninvited guest. Wouldn't it make this lifeless tent more lively? The master understands I should be more welcoming as a guest..." When Zhao Ziyuan saw the middle-aged beggar entered the tent, he fought with Monk Hua and fought with each other. Although the truth in the beggar's words was a bit crooked, his tongue was by no means inferior to Monk Hua. Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help but laugh. . Suddenly, a row of seven big men in green shirts rushed in from outside the tent, and the first big man opened his voice and shouted: "Good guy! How dare you lie to us with sweet words, dare to live impatiently—" The palm as big as a cattail fan suddenly pushed forward, and slapped the middle-aged beggar. The middle-aged beggar said: "Don't be too busy...you have something to say..." Suddenly, the other party's palm struck like lightning, where the palm pointed, it was exactly the same, the middle-aged beggar stepped back, suddenly staggered, and fell backwards, although the situation seemed to be very embarrassing, but It just happened to avoid the shocking palm of the big man in green. Monk Hua said in a deep voice: "You all get out!" The seven big men in green didn't dare to disobey, they bowed and withdrew one by one. Monk Hua cracked his mouth and smiled at the middle-aged beggar Hua: "The poor monk has gradually become interested in you. You can avoid the palm of the poor monk. Your martial arts are as strong as those of contemporary masters. I just don't know what your name is?" The middle-aged beggar said: "Evil beggar." Monk Hua stared blankly: "How can these three words be called names?" The middle-aged beggar retorted: "The Master's Dharma name is not called Hua Monk, why can't I be called Evil Calling Hua?" Zhao Ziyuan faintly felt that something was wrong, and thought that the monk and beggar in front of him had chosen such strange names, especially the middle-aged beggar who appeared suddenly, since he knew the other party's name, he called it "Hua Monk" must have been hiding out of the tent for a long time to eavesdrop, and it is very possible that his title of "Evil Caller Hua" was taken for "Hua Monk". Monk Hua was dumbfounded, and after a while he said: "Hehe, what a beggar, just now you said that you are also a gambler, do you want to join our gamble?" Evil called Hua said: "Our name is Huaer, but we are a veteran of gambling. To use casino terms, we are a real 'gambler'. We have been lucky recently, and we are sure to win any bet. It is a common thing to smash the table of the dealer. The master dares to challenge me." Is it?" Monk Hua smiled and said: "The poor monk wished that you were an expert in this way, and it would be fun to gamble with your opponents. Besides, the poor monk has never believed in evil..." Evil Calling Flower continued: "Evil has evil luck, if you don't believe it, just wait and see!" Monk Hua said coldly: "Very well, what shall we bet on?" The evil beggar thought for a moment, then said: "Our caller, Hua'er, wants to throw a stone to ask the way first—try your hand, and bet your life if you don't want to, how about you bet on Hua'er's arm with the seven lives of Master's men?" Zhao Ziyuan almost laughed out loud, betting seven lives with one arm, how can there be such a cheap bet in the world?Monk Hua would only agree to his bet if he lost his mind. But things are often unexpected, Monk Hua agreed, he squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's a deal, if you lose one game, you will bet on your life in the second game." Evil Caller Hua added a sentence: "Your life and mine!" Monk Hua said: "The benefactor turns the cards first." Evil called Hua said: "No, the rules of the casino are 'a strong guest does not overwhelm the host', or the monk comes first—" Monk Hua gave a dark smile, and skillfully built the cards with his right hand, took out a card from the bottom, and slowly turned the bottom of the card over. His face was bright, and he sneered: "Tianzi Gang! The big sky matches the platoon, the benefactor is doomed!" Evil called Hua wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves up, and said: "It seems that Master's deck seems to be a bit deceptive, or is it because of your luck? But if I turn over the Supreme Pair, I will still win your Yu Kong that day..." Monk Hua said in a very affirmative tone: "You can't flip it!" The evil caller didn't pay attention to it, he lifted his sleeves, exposing his withered arms, sighed, muttered something, and said: "The magic of the cards shows the magic, and it is good to make money if you turn it over..." He pretended to be serious, almost making Zhao Ziyuan, who was watching the battle, laugh out loud again. But betting with one's life is not an easy thing. Zhao Ziyuan knows that people in the martial arts place pay attention to promises, and there is no reason to go back on a bet. Therefore, when the evil beggar reaches out to take a card, Zhao Ziyuan can't help pinching for him. A cold sweat. The evil caller Hua Xin picked up a card from the deck, before turning it over, he blew on the card again, and shouted in a funny crooked accent: "Blow off the mold, look at me!" With a flick of the hand, a hole card appeared with a "bang", a land card with the sky, the pair is supreme!Zhao Ziyuan's heart almost jumped to the mouth, and he blurted out: "Supreme! Supreme!" Monk Hua's face was as cold as ice, and his torch-like eyes stared at the opponent for a moment, as if trying to see how the opponent got this card. The reason is that Monk Hua had already made a hand on the card before the bet, and he secretly removed the "Supreme Pair" in advance. Unexpectedly, Hua called for such a supreme card again, which really made him think a lot. Puzzled. Obviously, the evil caller must have used a ghost when he revealed the card, but with his eyesight, he couldn't see where the opponent's extra "Supreme" card was taken out from?It was really capsized in the gutter, and people fell home. The evil beggar said meekly: "Monk, don't blow your beard and stare anymore. It's all luck, there's nothing fake about it." Monk Hua is full of sap, and he can't expose the scam of the evil caller Hua, because he himself gambled and cheated first, and once he exposes it, it is tantamount to admitting that he set up a gamble and defrauded. At the moment, there is only a continuous response: "Yes, it's all about luck, it's not fake at all." Evil caller Hua then smiled in satisfaction and said: "I want to take the winning bet, please borrow the master's shovel." He picked up the handy shovel on the ground, turned and walked out of the tent. Monk Hua didn't stop him, seeing his back disappearing from the tent, Fang Shi sneered and said to himself: "I'm afraid you won't be able to withdraw the bet you won, and you will burn your hand instead, hey! Miles!" When Zhao Ziyuan heard it, Monk Ganqing Hua felt confident, he knew that his seven subordinates were extremely skilled in martial arts, it would be impossible to call Hua to take someone's life, and it is unknown if he would lose his life in the hands of the seven of them. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard seven screams in succession from outside the tent. The voice was extremely shrill, and it fell silent for a moment. The evil beggar appeared at the entrance of the tent with a handy shovel in his hand— The handy shovel was already covered with bright red blood stains, Zhao Ziyuan looked at the bright red and dazzling blood spots, unconsciously sweating all over his body. Evil called Hua said: "The beggar had to borrow the master's treasured shovel to draw the note, thank you, thank you." He said as if nothing had happened, picked up the patched shirt on his body, wiped off the blood stained on the shovel, and handed it back to Monk Hua. Zhao Ziyuan took a deep breath, he couldn't believe it, the beggar was able to kill seven fierce demons with a single shovel in an instant. Monk Hua stood there for a long time, then he took a breath and said word by word: "The benefactor is a brother of the beggar gang?" When he asked the word "beggar gang", his voice suddenly became extremely gloomy, as if bursts of ice and snow flew out of his mouth, which made people shudder. The evil caller said lightly: "good." Monk Hua said in a deep voice: "No one of the brothers of the beggar gang can kill the seven subordinates of the poor monk at the same time, even the top five heroes of the gang leader, unless..." Speaking of this, there was a tremor in his voice gradually, his two eyes that were as bright as daggers kept staring at Evil Beggar, and continued: "Unless the benefactor is Long Huatian, the leader of the bag gang!"