The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 35 Sacrifice Sword
"Hahahaha! Chivalrous and righteous? Don't get me wrong, you are just sacrifices for sword sacrifices."

In an instant, a smear of scarlet blood condensed on the scabbard, and gusts of blood blew away from Ye Wuxin.

Seeing this, all the obscene monks who were still laughing grabbed the handle of the knife one after another, watching out for his movements.

The long sword was unsheathed, and a blood shadow flashed across. The monk closest to Ye Wuxin was cut in two, and even the Jie Dao in his hand was broken into two sections.

"This kid is weird, brothers, form up!"

The big ear monk gave an order, and more than [-] people surrounded Ye Wuxin, and blocked all directions at the same time with the knives in their hands, cutting Huashan with force.

With a cold snort, Ye Wuxin put the long sword in his hand in front of him, and flicked it with his inner strength.

Zheng! ! !
The crisp sound of the sword was accompanied by the original blood energy gushing out from the Blood River Sword, and a sweet smell turned into a blood mist that instantly enveloped a radius of more than ten meters.

Seeing that their sight was blocked, the group of obscene monks couldn't help but want to get out of the blood mist, but everyone ran around like headless chickens.

Within the blood mist, Ye Wuxin swung his long sword horizontally, and after beheading the four wild monks who were closest to him, he quickly eliminated those who were affected by the blood mist one by one.

The blood energy in the Blood River Sword can disturb other people's minds, coupled with half of his own internal strength, this can easily deal with these obscene monks who do not abide by the precepts.

After a while, the blood mist slowly dissipated, and there were only four masters and Ye Wuxin left in the temple.

"You! What kind of evil spirit are you!"

The big-eared monk showed fear. If he hadn't stayed far away and stepped back a few steps before the blood mist approached, he might have caught it too.

The guy's way.

"Evil and crooked? This little monk is a serious Shaolin monk, and I won't tolerate your slander!"

Ye Wuxin spoke righteously, completely ignoring the blood mist and corpses behind him.

"Brothers, fight him!"

The four of them raised their knives and went up, with a posture of sacrificing their lives, completely gone from the attitude of cat and mouse at the beginning.

It's a pity that the gap in strength cannot be changed with a single desperate effort.

A moment later, the four mummified corpses that had been drained of all their blood and vitality fell to the ground scattered, and it was completely impossible to tell whether they were humans or beasts.

Watching the blade quietly, Ye Wuxin sighed helplessly.

"The blood energy of more than 20 lives hasn't even changed color at all. It's really edible."

Laughing dumbfounded, Ye Wuxin searched around the ruined temple, and soon found a secret passage under a Buddha statue.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry."

Slowly move the Buddha statue, and after lifting the wooden board below, a deep bluestone staircase appears, accompanied by a strange smell.

After ventilating for a while, Ye Wuxin walked down the stairs slowly, and within less than a stick of incense, he came to a wide underground secret room.

Here, more than a dozen women were restrained with iron chains, and not far away were the corpses of several women and children piled aside, allowing the rats to gnaw on them.

Most of the women who are still alive are yellow and thin, and their eyes are dull. The people who were just brought in this morning are also among them, and they seem to have been completely stunned by the sweat medicine.

Among them, there was the little girl who brought him food last night.

"Amitabha, sin, sin, let them die so easily, it seems that it is a bit cheap for them."

After pulling out the black iron dagger and cutting off the chains on the women and children, those women still sat there blankly, as if they had become accustomed to it.

It wasn't until Ye Wuxin woke up the women and children who the monk hadn't had time to strike, that their expressions changed slightly.

"Uncle? Why are you here?"

The little girl rubbed her eyes, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

"Don't call me uncle, forget it, I'll take you home."

During the conversation, the other women who had woken up rushed to the other side and rushed towards their acquaintances.

"Sister! Sister! I'm Huan'er!"

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you, sister-in-law, don't scare me."

After a long time, more than 30 women and children in the secret room rushed home under the escort of Ye Wuxin, lying on two scooters.

For those women whose villages were destroyed, he could only leave some belongings for their living expenses.

In the middle of the sun, two carts slowly drove into the entrance of the village.

Hearing the sound of horseshoes, the villagers in the village immediately locked the doors and windows, making the already sparsely populated even more silent.

It wasn't until the old man appeared and found out that Ye Wuxin and other female relatives who had left had returned, that he quickly knocked on the doors of many villagers.

Most of the villagers were very happy to see their relatives come back, and a few people looked at them with expressions, as if hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, he was expressionless and was about to leave.

All they cared about was that their wives had lost their reputation, and they didn't think about the reason for this at all.

"Young man! Thank you for your righteousness, I am so grateful!"

Looking at him expressionlessly, Ye Wuxin said indifferently.

"It's just cleaning up a few Buddhist scum for the Buddha. No need to be too polite. I have important things to do. Farewell."

Not caring about the old man's persuasion, nor those weird expressions, Ye Wuxin hurried to the lair of those wild monks.

After collecting the buried gold and silver belongings of those monks, a big fire appeared and burned all the sins under the ruined temple in the wilderness.

Of course, another reason was that he didn't want people to discover those lifeless corpses.

After confirming that the fire would not harm the innocent, Ye Wuxin turned and left, rushing to Tiantai Mountain.

After several days and nights of running around, Ye Wuxin glanced at the Qiantang River and finally arrived at Tiantai County.

As soon as he entered the inn, he heard people from all walks of life talking about the death of Tan Gong, Tan Po and Zhao Qiansun, which made his heart sink.

"Qiao Feng and A'Zhu moved quickly, but Xiao Yuanshan moved even faster, Tan Gong and Tan Po died, the next step is the iron-faced Shan family, and the last is Zhiguan Temple in Tiantai Mountain. '

Thinking of this, Ye Wuxin frowned, and seemed to speed up.

After bathing and changing clothes in the inn, after a short rest, and having a quick meal, Ye Wuxin went straight to Zhiguan Temple.

Although the name of Zhiguan Temple is not as good as that of Shaolin Temple, it has been quite famous in the past hundred years.

Under the mountain gate, Ye Wuxin changed his appearance a little bit, and after handing over the invitation to the little novice, he slowly looked around.

The scenery of Tiantai Mountain is beautiful, and the mountain road is winding and precipitous, rugged and difficult to walk.

After a while, the little novice saluted Ye Wuxin.

"Benefactor, Zen Master Zhiguang is here to invite you."

Although the little novice novice did not know martial arts, his footsteps were steady, and he didn't sweat a bit along the way.

The two stopped at an inconspicuous temple. Compared with the high walls and glazed tiles of Shaolin, this place was very different. If the road was not wrong, he doubted whether this place was Zhiguan Temple.

Inside Zhiguan Temple, Zen Master Zhiguang saluted slightly.

"Amitabha, I don't know what is the important thing for the almsgiver to come?"

(End of this chapter)