Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican silently held Kuan'er, who was crying hoarsely, in his arms and gently stroked her back.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh: "Two hundred thousand people were all disarmed, and not one of them was a man!"

"If men in this world weren't so dirty and incompetent, why would they subject their sisters to such insults?"

"The cyanosis was not yet advanced... From the poem, it can be seen from the poem that this girl Wang Suyin was less than fifteen years old when she was killed, but she died so heroically, which really makes all the men in the world feel ashamed!"

He helped Kuan'er wipe away the tears from her cheeks: "Kuan'er, let's pay homage to her!"

"Although there are few amazing men in this world, we are lucky enough to meet a truly amazing woman today."

Kou'er nodded obediently, and knelt down with Chen Zican with their hands clasped together.

He closed his eyes and prayed silently: "May Kou'er's mother and this sister be reborn in the Buddhist kingdom soon, and never suffer in this human world again..."

This was the first time Chen Zican knelt down in this world where he knelt everywhere, and he knelt down willingly.

"Haha, the two dolls really impressed the monk!"

"Well, for the sake of this bow, the monk will spare your two lives!"

Chen Zican stood up suddenly, and Kuan'er screamed in surprise, hugging him tightly.

On the broken window lattice, half of the body hung upside down like a bat.

Sharp knife-like eyebrows, a face like cast iron, an unkempt beard, and a smile that is either evil or evil.

It was the same monk I had seen on the mountain road at noon.

He looked at the two of them up and down, then his waist and abdomen curled up, and with a "bang", the entire window was shattered, and the person turned over and fell into the house.

"Hey, I almost made the monk lose his sight!"

"The two kids are so courageous. How dare they come to snatch food from the tiger's mouth?"

"I should have chopped you into eight pieces."

"For the sake of the military advisor, put down that robe and take out the money you have."

"Well, also, take off the piece of jade from your waist. The monk is merciful today and imitates good people to let go."

Guan'er didn't know where he got the courage to hold the gauze in his arms tightly.

He said loudly: "Why should I give it to you? It's not yours..."

Chen Zican smiled bitterly, tried his best to calm down, and quietly wiped the sweat from his hands on his clothes.

He cupped his hands and said, "Master, think about it, can we discuss it?"

"Here you go, this piece of jade is passed down from my family's ancestors..."

Kou'er screamed, hugged the robe tightly, jumped two steps away, and stared at Chen Zican warily.

"No..."

It seemed that Chen Zican was the robber who wanted to steal her money.

The monk rolled his fierce eyes and said, "Did you see that? It's not that the monk doesn't give face. These two dolls are seeking their own death."

Seeing that the monk was about to take action, Chen Zican picked up the iron incense burner on the incense table and threw it at him.

The monk laughed strangely, waved his hand, and the incense burner, which weighed five or six kilograms, roared and hit the wall with a loud bang.

The thick green brick wall had a huge dent, and the room was filled with incense ash, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Chen Zican pulled the button and retreated to the corner, covering his nose. Seeing the power of the monk's casual blow, his face turned pale.

The monk suddenly flicked his sleeves, and a strong wind blew against his face, blowing away the incense ashes.

He turned his hand back and slowly pulled out a sword from under the monk's robe.

With a slight shake, the bright blade's light flowed and a dragon roar came out.

"Stop, monk, do you know who my master is?"

The monk stopped and looked at the two trembling dolls huddled in the corner with interest, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Who is your master?"

"Aside from talking a lot, you have no skills. How can your master be so good? Is he a teacher? An opera singer?"

Chen Zican is willing to take the risk. There is no way out in this matter today. If he doesn't fight hard, he will die.

He squinted and waved his sleeves, brushing away the ashes in front of him.

"My master, the Taoist name only has the word 'Dian', have you heard of it?"

He had read a lot of legendary stories from the Tang and Song Dynasties. Anyway, those powerful gods were all in the game, and they pretended to be crazy and stupid all day long. They should bluff him first.

As expected, the monk stopped and thought for a moment with his eyebrows furrowed.

He lost his voice and asked, "Is your master's surname Zhou?"

Chen Zican didn't care and nodded immediately.

I thought to myself, I thought this monk would ask, is your master's surname "Ji"?

Ji Dian, Ji Living Buddha, they are so tall and distinguished, and they are all disciples of Buddhism, so they can get close to each other.

But who is Zhou Dian this time? What, does it sound familiar? "

The monk over there shouted: "Impossible!"

"Zhou Dianxian lived in seclusion in Lushan Mountain. Emperor Taizu searched the mountains but couldn't find him. It is said that he has ascended in the daytime!"

"Besides, it's been almost three hundred years, how could he have a baby apprentice like you?"

Chen Zican just woke up from a dream. Isn't this Zhou Dianxian the Zhou Dian among the five disciples of Mingjiao in "Eternal Heaven and Sword of the Dragon"?

Ci'ao, is there really such a famous person in history?

The monk called him Zhou Dianxian, he must be a magician...

Chen Zican smiled slightly: "Master, you don't believe it, do you?"

"Okay, today I'm going to let you see the Xian family's tricks. Give me the buckle!"

Kou'er looked at the monk blocking the door, holding a sword in his hand and with a murderous look on his face, and then looked at Chen Zican who was calm and collected.

She also knew what was good, so she hummed and reluctantly handed over the robe.

Chen Zican opened the robe, took out a silver note from it, opened it and held it up, showing both front and back to the monk.

Then, he calmly folded the banknote in half and tore it in half with a "chi" sound.

The monk was surprised. This was one hundred taels of silver!

His eyes widened as he watched Chen Zican continue to fold the banknote in half and then tear it in half.

Just like that, within a few seconds, a banknote the size of a letterhead turned into a pile of shredded paper half the size of a palm.

Chen Zican unfolded the stack of papers and showed them to the monk.

"Master, watch out, I'm going to cast the talisman!"

His right hand flew up and down, drawing an extremely complicated seal character in the air.

Then he clapped his hands and shouted "Pro!"

Then, he slowly opened his hands, and a complete one hundred taels of silver note was gradually revealed.

"Young Master is great! Young Master is so awesome!"

Kou'er clapped his hands, his face flushed with excitement, and he jumped up and down.

The monk was dumbfounded by his move.

With his eyesight, it would be impossible for this doll to play tricks in front of him.

He looked at Chen Zican in surprise with eight teeth exposed and a very clean and hearty smile, and touched his bare head: "You really have some skills!"

"Well, I said, what else would you order?"

Chen Zican took a few steps forward and smiled more sincerely.

"The boy has not been practicing with the master for a long time, so he hasn't learned much. However, he still has the ability to save his life with a few tricks."

"Master, please take a look first to see if this banknote has been restored to its original state?"

As he spoke, he handed the unfolded banknote to the monk.

The monk opened his eyes wide and wanted to see if there was any manipulation on it.

Suddenly, Chen Zican blew hard on the bank note, and with a "whoosh", a cloud of smoke hit the monk's face, and his big black face like pig iron immediately turned into a white face.

The monk yelled, dropped his sword to the ground, covered his face with his hands and fell backwards.

His back hit the wall with a clang, and the whole room shook.

His eyes and nostrils were full of powder, which was spicy, itchy, and painful.

I can only hold my breath and wipe it with my sleeves.

Chen Zican pulled up the frightened button: "Quickly go!"

Only then did Guan'er realize what he was doing. He didn't forget to grab the trousers on the ground.

Chen Zican couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How long have you been, and you are still so obsessed with money?"

He grabbed the robe and put it on his back. He looked at the monk with tears and runny nose by the door, and his heart skipped a beat: This guy is so awesome!

Even if we can't see him, if we don't kill him, neither Kuan'er nor I can even think about getting out!

When he regained his composure, it was completely over...

Gritting his teeth, Chen Zican picked up the cold sword on the ground.

A sharp knife struck the monk's chest.