Chapter 5: Disaster Arises from Within, the Building Collapses

Monk Peng stamped his foot and gritted his teeth, saying, "Let us go save him." Qi Ren exclaimed, "He nearly took your life, yet you..." "Personal grudges are trivial," Monk Peng replied, shaking his spear and having already dispatched two big men, "National affairs are paramount!"

As they were speaking, the boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes walked in alongside Li Siqi. "Yu Wusan," the boy shouted, "how dare you..." "Shut up, Guan Bao!" Yu Wusan retorted, "You dog servant, you are not worthy to speak to me! Your grandfather and father were both driven to death by the wealthy, yet you go and serve as a guard for them!"

Upon hearing the words, the man from Qi was startled and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd, turning back to find Monk Peng. Just as he was halfway there, he heard a series of strange roars. Monk Peng, covered in blood and empty-handed, rushed over, while behind him, Li Baobao relentlessly pursued, wielding a raised iron hammer.

"Li Zhongxun, this is Li Zhongxun! Damn it, he has indeed come to Luoshan, Liu Futong has invested quite a bit here," Monk Peng pulled Qi Ren, "Let’s go closer to take a look"

"Which one?" Chahan Temur yawned and closed his eyelids. Then, he heard Wang Baobao shout, "Bring it in." Immediately, a cacophony of footsteps ensued.

With a loud shout, Monk Peng threw his broken spear from his left hand, sending it over three zhang away, striking precisely into the back of a Yellow Turban man belonging to Zhuang Yun. The man let out a terrible scream and fell headlong into the wall. Another man, seeing he was alone, feigned a move, intending to jump down from the wall, but was already met with Zhuang Yun's spear, which severed his neck, blood gushing forth, and it was clear he would not survive either

Here, Monk Peng and the burly man Li Baobao have engaged in combat. Monk Peng suffers from injuries on his legs and buttocks, and his weapon is not suitable for use. Li Baobao, relying on his great strength and fierce attacks, relentlessly strikes Monk Peng's bald head. In just over ten exchanges, Monk Peng is already drenched in sweat.

Two individuals were engaged in a heated argument when suddenly a shout was heard from the wall. Qi Ren turned to look and saw Zhuang Yun with his left hand clutching his chest, his right hand wielding a short dagger, fiercely battling two Yellow Turban soldiers atop the wall. The area by the wall was surrounded by enemy soldiers, who incessantly thrust their spears at his calves.

The man from Qi said, "Although acting is merely acting, it is not for your viewing." As he hesitated, contemplating whether to inform Monk Peng of the news of Suo Du's death, he suddenly saw a flash of silver light, and a figure leaped out from the wall. With a green face and long beard, it was none other than Sun Chaozong, the foremost disciple of the Chaoyuan Temple. The group of Yellow Turbans shouted in unison and surrounded him, but how could they stop him? With his fingers moving like wheels, he swiftly knocked down three to five men, and in an instant, he had torn a gap in the encirclement.

Monk Peng clenched his fist, ready to charge in, but was pulled back by Qi Ren, who said, "At this point, can you alone save the entire city of Luoshan?" Monk Peng gritted his teeth and replied angrily, "Damn it, I must go in to see for myself!"

In the city of Luoshan, countless houses have collapsed, and several remnants of walls are still emitting light smoke, with charred beams and broken columns scattered throughout the streets. As two individuals ran one after the other for a while, they began to see an increasing number of corpses by the roadside, most of which were civilians and soldiers of the Red Turban Army with red scarves wrapped around their heads.

After circling around the county office for about half a turn, a group of Yellow Turban men was seen forming a circle, continuously shouting and cheering. However, Chahan Temur stood with his sword drawn at the side of the wall, seemingly on guard against anyone else jumping out. When Qi Ren squeezed in to take a look, he saw a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wielding dual daggers, engaged in a fierce duel with Zhuang Yun.

"Yet, when I closed my eyes at five-three and opened them again, my gaze was radiant. 'But on what basis does three guan of cash turn into seven or eight guan in less than five years?' 'I lent it to you,' Chahan Temur replied, spreading his hands. 'We had a written agreement, did you not acknowledge it? It only doubled in five years. Considering the local reputation, the interest I charged was quite low. You may inquire in other towns if such favorable terms exist.'

In the midst of the fierce battle, a sudden shout erupted from the other side of the county office. Qi Ren, amidst the chaos, cast a sidelong glance and saw Chahan Temur charging forward on horseback, wielding his sword—clearly, someone was attempting to break through from that direction. An idea struck him; he swung his sword to parry various weapons, and with a left punch, he struck a Yellow Turban soldier squarely in the chest, sending the man soaring over a yard high as if he were riding the clouds.

In the midst of chaos, the man from Qi remained composed. As the knife in his right hand fell, he swiftly reached into his bosom with his left hand, where a dark iron kitchen knife had already been drawn, flying towards the enemy's hammer. Li Baobao let out a roar, and as the hammer and knife clashed, a light sound of "cha—" was heard, and surprisingly, half of the hammerhead was sent flying at an angle!

"It is uncertain who can defeat the other," being inexplicably drawn into a battle, Qi Ren was filled with anger with no outlet for his frustration. "...You should just return to your Heavenly Complete Kingdom," Monk Peng sighed dejectedly and said, "Indeed, Qu Xiu, go rest; there is nothing for me here anymore."

"Please report in detail," Chahan Temur inquired as he leaned forward, "What about those bandit leaders? Have they been captured? How is Baobao? Is he injured?" The yellow-turbaned man replied, "The bandit wielding dual swords has been captured by Master Li, but the one with the brush escaped. The young master has sustained some minor injuries, but it is nothing serious..."

The man from Qi stood by, not wishing to harm anyone, but continuously used the back of his single-edged knife to fend off the invading enemies. However, by doing so, he inadvertently boosted the morale of his foes. Before long, he was surrounded by a dense crowd of Yellow Turban soldiers, armed with long spears and large sabers, each strike aimed at his vital points. The man from Qi had never experienced such a fierce battle; sweat poured down like rain, and he lamented in his heart, yet he found it even more exhausting than the monk Peng.

"Yu Wusan," Chahan Temur said, patting him on the shoulder, "let us not speak of past matters any longer. After all, we are hosts and guests to each other; from now on, stay here with me as my personal guard." Yu Wusan, while rubbing his sore wrist, stared into Chahan Temur's eyes for a long time and replied softly, "No"

The two advanced a few steps and saw that Li Zhongxun was already engaged in a fight with a man in a blue robe. The man had a dark face and a short beard, wielding a single knife that advanced and retreated with such speed that it seemed even faster than lightning. "Lightning Knife," Monk Peng scoffed, "truly impressive. I wondered why he seemed so inept when fighting the supervisor this morning; it turns out he was just putting on a show for me to see.

Zhuang Yun took advantage of Sun and Li's entanglement with several enemy masters, intending to carve a bloody path and break through the formation. However, his skills were vastly inferior to those of the two, and in the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by the Yellow Turban soldiers, gradually being forced back to the corner of the wall

Wang Baobao, seeing the enemy wounded, felt invigorated and leaped forward once more. Sun Chaozong only felt his right leg's muscles twitching violently, fearing that this shot had unfortunately struck a vital point. He immediately executed two swift moves to repel the Yellow Turban men surging from all directions, calling out, "Fourth junior brother, retreat back to the yamen first!"

Just as I had no idea, suddenly my sleeve was tugged by Monk Peng. Following his gaze, I saw Sun Chaozong had already rushed to the front of Chahan Temur's horse, engaged in a struggle with a young man in white. Monk Peng laughed and said, "Wang Baobao is no match for him; after four or five exchanges, it will be disastrous—let's deal with Chahan first!" As he spoke, he casually knocked down a yellow-turbaned man beside him, seized a single-edged sword, and handed it to Qi Ren.

Wang Baobao would not allow him to escape easily, advancing with his knife and launching a series of fierce attacks. Although Sun Chaozong's skills were more than twice as strong as his, he found himself surrounded and, for the moment, could not break free.

In a state of indecision, I suddenly saw a person leap out from within the wall, dressed in short attire and wielding a pair of halberds, charging into the Yellow Turban formation. "That, that is..." Qi Ren hurriedly pulled on Monk Peng. Monk Peng nodded, saying, "Oh, that would be the Lord of Luoshan City, Zhuang Yun."

They ran straight out of Luoshan County in one breath, having shaken off the enemy soldiers at the gate. Only then did the two of them stop, panting heavily. Monk Peng sighed deeply and said, "Luoshan is finished"

At this moment, the man from Qi had also arrived, hiding behind Monk Peng, and quietly asked, "What are your plans now?" Monk Peng was momentarily at a loss for ideas; even if he had three heads and six arms, he could not contend with these hundreds of people. Moreover, Chahan Temur and Li Siqi were both highly skilled in martial arts. Thus, he could only let out a soft grunt and said, "Let us observe for now."

Ah—" Suddenly, Chahan Temur let out a loud cry, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes closed, and both he and the chair fell backward, crashing to the ground...

At this moment, the county office was illuminated as brightly as day by lanterns and torches. Chahan Temur sat backward in the grand master's chair, resting his head on the table, his feet propped high on the back of the chair, gazing at the painted qilin in the main hall, occasionally revealing a satisfied smile

"That is the court..." Chahan Temur muttered. "Is the court not good? You say this to us every year, how noble you are, yet now you are still in cahoots with the court!" Yu Wusan clenched his fists tightly, "I was once grateful to you. My wife starved to death, and I was still grateful for the silver you bestowed for her burial—yet was it not you who drove her to her death?"

I, I have never... you have never, with your clenched fist on May 3, slowly relaxed, "You did not personally force her to death, but if only a little less rent had been paid, she would not have died! In the past, I did not understand, until I worshipped the Bodhisattva and listened to their teachings, I finally understood why there is so much injustice in the world, it is all because there are too many demons and monsters, too many—perhaps you are the kindest of all the monsters, but apart from you becoming a destitute person, if you were to work alongside us in farming for two years, you still cannot escape being a monster...

Monk Peng crossed his long spear, exerting all his strength in both arms to meet the attack. With a sharp sound of "crack—", the spear shaft broke into two pieces. Unfazed, he swiftly used the right half of the spear shaft in a move called "Poisonous Dragon Fetching Water", directly stabbing towards the opponent's throat, forcing the burly man with the curled beard to withdraw his attack for self-defense. Only then did he ask, "Who are you? Such great strength!"

Yu Wusan coldly gazed at him: "It is the fragrant army, not some common people; it is the fragrant army that kills the rich to aid the poor." Wang Baobao was furious and swung a fist towards Yu Wusan's face, but was blocked by Chahan Temur's outstretched arm: "Hold on—Yu Wusan, ever since you forced me out of Shenqiu, I have been thinking..."

Zhuang Yun had already lost his dual sabers, and at this moment, he wielded a pair of heavy iron whips, which were rather unwieldy. However, the young man with thick eyebrows displayed exceptional swordsmanship, retreating with considerable skill, reminiscent of the techniques of "Lightning Blade" Li Siqi. After just seven or eight exchanges, Zhuang Yun found himself in a difficult position, struggling to defend himself.

He walked slowly in the room with his hands behind his back: "Yet I still cannot understand. Our acquaintance is not just a day or two; you are not the kind of person who covets wealth and betrays friends..." "Are you my friend?" Yu Wusan coldly snorted.

Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, another man was sent flying by the Qi person. The others dared not press forward any longer and took a couple of steps back, merely shaking their swords and spears incessantly to prevent the Qi person from charging at them.

In the city of Luoshan, at this moment, blood flows like a river

When Qi Ren and Peng He arrived at the edge of the city, it was just after the hour of Shen and before the hour of You. In winter, night falls early, and at this moment, it was already difficult to discern human figures more than ten feet away. At the city gate, they saw more than ten men with yellow headbands leaning against the wall, holding torches, and laughing loudly.

When they were about two or three streets away from the county office, they suddenly heard a cacophony of voices ahead, followed by a distant sight of bright lights, lanterns, and torches, shining as brightly as daylight. Although Monk Peng appeared reckless, he was actually the leader of the White Lotus Sect and the Master of the Heavenly Completion, with a very meticulous mind. At this moment, he suppressed his anger, slowed his pace, and stealthily approached.

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Chahan Nasa should not be underestimated. As he wiped the blood from his body, he nodded in agreement, saying, "Look at his subordinates, only about three to four hundred men, with varying degrees of courage and little training, yet they managed to defeat over five hundred of Luoshan's fragrant troops in just half a day—sigh, this fellow will surely be a formidable opponent for us in the future"

The man from Qi was lost in thought when he suddenly felt a tightness on his head, as if someone had wrapped a headscarf around him. Turning his face, he saw that Monk Peng had actually removed his monk's robe, dressed in casual attire, with a yellow scarf tied around his head, winking at him: "Come on, let's get a little closer to take a look"

"Indeed, you are quite different from the wealthy landlords around here," Yu Wusan turned his head, not bothering to observe the anxious and angry expression on Han Tiemuer's face. "You do not use your wealth to bully the poor, nor do you harm men to dominate women. Since I was old enough to understand, I have worked odd jobs outside, and now, at over thirty, I have returned to rent your land. I have encountered many landlords, but one like you is indeed rare..."

Chahan Temur furrowed his brow: "Over the years, due to natural disasters and human misfortunes, everyone has been struggling financially. Yes, I am wealthier than you, significantly so. You have been living in hardship, and I am not blind to that. However, I ask you to speak honestly: have I ever wronged you? You cultivate my land, and each year you only pay four shi in rent. You owe me three guan in cash, which has accumulated to seven or eight guan with interest. Aside from the times I send someone to remind you during the festivals, when have I ever pressured you?"

Damn it, do you still want to die in peace?! Wang Baobao grabbed Yu Wusan by the collar, "You have worked the land for my family for seven or eight years, and we have never wronged you. But you, how have you repaid us? You reported us to the vegetable sellers, almost costing the lives of my father and me!"

The two changed their attire and boldly approached. Monk Peng stretched his neck, merely searching for a way to get close to Chahan Temur. Qi Ren felt anxious: "If he intends to assassinate Chahan, should I intervene or not?"

The man from Qi pulled down the yellow scarf to cover his brow and turned to observe Kham Timur, only to see him stroking his beard and smiling, seemingly quite appreciative of the young man's martial skills. As he pondered in his heart, "Should I go rescue Zhuang Yun?" suddenly, a thunderous cheer erupted at the entrance of the yamen, followed by chaos within the yamen.

A Yellow Turban man hurriedly approached, half-kneeling before the horse of Chahan Temur: "Report to Your Excellency, Lord Li has led his brothers to breach the main gate and has stormed into the county office!"

The two men were drenched in sweat, and as the north wind blew, an involuntary chill crept into their hearts. The Qi people gathered some dry grass and twigs by the roadside and asked Monk Peng for a fire knife and flint. After lighting a fire, one of them inquired, "Is the injury serious?" "Not a big deal, mostly the enemy's blood," Monk Peng mused, "Li Siqi, Li Baobao, and others are all fierce warriors... Damn it, Chahan Temur, there will come a day when I will personally take your dog life!"

Monk Peng's eyes were turned upside down, and he charged forward with his spear held straight. From time to time, a few Yellow Turban men carrying torches passed by, and he took them down one by one with his spear. He had once been invited by Sun Chaozong and the lord of Luoshan City, Zhuang Yun, to drink at the county office, and now he was making his way there while contemplating the direction.

Under his intense gaze, Chahan Temur involuntarily took a step back: "This is..." "Is this fate?" Yet, Yuwu San pressed closer, "What kind of treacherous heavens is this, what kind of miserable life! Damn it, you say you treat me well, don’t you? Why do you live in a tall building, feasting on wine and meat, while I can only huddle in a thatched cottage, eating the cold wind from the northwest? It’s cold now, you can wrap yourself in a fur coat to keep warm, while I, in a single garment, still have to go up the mountain to chop firewood?" It’s cold now, you can wrap yourself in a fur coat to keep warm, while I, in a single garment, still have to go up the mountain to chop firewood?

In a moment of hesitation, a sudden roar was heard. The Yellow Turban soldiers in the southeast corner stirred violently. A tall man wielding twin swords burst in, creating two arcs of light as he advanced, leaving no one standing in his wake. Qi Ren turned to look at Timur, who was just receiving a Guan Wang broadsword from his attendant. With a squeeze of his legs against the horse's belly, he prepared to charge forward and engage in battle.

The man from Qi advanced cautiously, striking down a Yellow Turban soldier with a punch. He then seized a long spear, sweeping it horizontally, and soon five or six enemies were struck in the shins, falling to the ground with a cry of "thud." Those who fell flailed their limbs, inadvertently taking down several others. The Yellow Turban soldiers were thrown into disarray.

Using the dilapidated walls as cover, they gradually approached the county office, only to see hundreds of Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding the small county office, making it impossible for water to leak through. In front of the ceremonial gate, surrounded by soldiers, a heavily armored general on a tall steed, holding a riding whip, was commanding the attack. Under the glow of the flames, the hair on his cheeks danced lightly in the wind; it was none other than Chahan Temur of Shenqiu.

The upper body of Wu San fell upside down, surrounded by a mist of blood, crashing to the ground, while the lower body still rushed forward for two steps, directly running in front of Li Siqi, before finally collapsing in despair. Even though Li Siqi was as bold as a chick, he could not help but shudder and took a step back.

In the heat of battle, suddenly the enemy surged to the sides like a tide. From the crowd, a brawny man with a thick beard leaped out, wielding a black iron hammer the size of a watermelon. Without uttering a word, he swung it down fiercely at Monk Peng.

"Shut up!" Before Yu Wusan could finish his words, Li Siqi threw a punch. "Bang!" The blow landed squarely on Yu Wusan's right cheek, causing blood to flow from his lips and making him stagger, nearly falling over. "Stop hitting him..." Before Chahan Temur could intervene, Li Siqi had already kicked Yu Wusan, sending him tumbling far away.

Zhuang Yun made a successful strike and was about to jump back over the wall when he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him, as if an arrow was flying towards him. He hurriedly turned his short spear to parry, but with a loud "clang," he could not hold onto the spear in his right hand, and it fell from his grasp. The soldiers below the wall all cheered in unison—this powerful arrow had indeed been shot by Chahan Temur.

Li Baobao took a few steps back, glancing at the half of the large hammer in his hand, and was momentarily stunned with fear. Seizing this opportunity, Qi Ren pulled on Monk Peng, and the two of them hurriedly dashed towards the city gate.

"No?" Chahan Temur slowly withdrew his right hand that was resting on Yuwusan's shoulder. "No," Yuwusan added, "you may as well kill me."

"Hey, there's no need to be so anxious..." Qi Ren wanted to call him back, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence. As he watched that tall figure gradually disappear into the darkness, a cold wind suddenly rose, and he felt an inexplicable fear surge within him.

My lord, there is a report from behind you: "Zhuang Yun has already been executed, the Guo brothers have taken his wife and children and escaped through the west gate, and we are currently sending people to capture them. Sun Chaozong's whereabouts are unknown..."

He wrapped his head in a yellow scarf, and those on the outer circle did not recognize him as an enemy; they thought he was just another comrade who had been beaten out like before. Someone had already stepped forward to help him up. Qi Ren expressed his thanks, brandished his broadsword, and headed straight towards the direction where Chahan Temur was pursuing, and surprisingly, no one came to question or stop him

Monk Peng seized a spear and charged ahead into the city gate. Qi Ren followed closely behind. The several Yellow Turban men, seeing his smaller stature, assumed he would be easy to bully and surrounded him all at once. However, he swiftly knocked several of them down with a series of连环腿 (linked kicks). The Yellow Turban men shouted in alarm and quickly retreated to the sides, clearing a path.

The man from Qi stepped in front of Master Peng and asked, "Master Peng, how are you?" Before the words had left his mouth, Li Baobao had already arrived, swinging a heavy hammer down towards him. The man from Qi had no time to think; he raised his knife to block, and with a long, resonating sound, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm and a severe ache in his palm. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the single knife fell to the ground, already twisted and deformed.

The man from Qi was unable to stop him, and in just a few steps, Peng the monk had already reached the city gate. A Yellow Turban man shouted, and as they all brandished their spears and swords, they surrounded him, intending to capture him. However, Peng the monk swiftly knocked down two of them with a punch from his left and a kick from his right. The remaining ones shouted even more vigorously, yet their bodies instinctively shrank back.

He shook his head and suddenly laughed, saying, "You big fool. Do you think I enjoy living a peaceful life, preferring instead to chop and kill all day?" He patted the shoulder of Qi Ren, "To have met someone like you is indeed fate." As he spoke, he turned around and left with large strides, not looking back.

Zhuang Yunzong leaped back into the county office, while several Yellow Turban men also climbed over the wall with long knives in their mouths, only to be forced back by a few scattered arrows shot from within the wall. Li Siqi shouted loudly, "The thieves have run low on arrows; everyone, let’s work together and charge in!" In his hand, the knife struck swiftly, forcing Li Zhongxun to retreat continuously.

"It is I," the man named Yu Wusan replied coldly, "Hello, Master of the Manor." "Hello?" Wang Baobao kicked him hard, "It is a miracle that you haven't managed to kill me, indeed the heavens have eyes!"

"Baobao," Chahan Temur called from inside, "Have you counted the captives? How is it going?" "It has been clearly counted," Wang Baobao hurriedly walked into the main hall, "I even caught sight of a familiar face. Can you guess who it is?"

Author's Note: About Peng Yingyu

Peng Yingyu, also known as Peng Yi, commonly referred to as Monk Peng, is a monk from the Cihua Temple in Yuanzhou. On the surface, he is a Buddhist monk, but in reality, he is one of the important disseminators and organizers of the White Lotus Sect. He once led a rebellion against the Yuan dynasty with his disciple Zhou Ziwang, which ultimately failed, resulting in Zhou Ziwang's capture and execution (this individual will be elaborated upon later in my work). He fled to Huaixi and continued his missionary activities. In the autumn of the eleventh year of the Zhizheng era under Emperor Shun of the Yuan dynasty, which is one year prior to the beginning of my work, Peng Yingyu, along with Zou Pusheng and others, responded to Liu Futong's uprising, supporting Xu Shouhui as the leader, and established the Tianwan regime in Qishui. As for his fate, one account states that he died in battle in Hangzhou in July of the twelfth year of Zhizheng, which is three months before the start of my work; another account claims he died in battle in Huizhou in September; yet another suggests he was killed in battle in Ruizhou, Jiangxi, the following year. According to the first two accounts, the Monk Peng in my work is undoubtedly a ghost returned from the dead (laughs). For the sake of the plot, I have thus adopted the third account, asking him not to rush to be reincarnated, but to wait until next year to die.

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"Loosen the bonds." Chahan Temur stepped down from his seat and approached Yu Wusan. "Loosen the bonds?" Wang Baobao was taken aback, but upon seeing Chahan Temur's expression, he could only give a signal to his bodyguards. The two immediately took action and untied the bindings on Yu Wusan.

Just as I reached the door, I ran into Wang Baobao coming in from outside: "Hehe, Shijie, your achievement this time is quite significant, having killed Zhuang Yun..." "Don't mention it again," the young man sighed, "If only we could have captured him alive..." "Captured alive? Haha," Wang Baobao lightly punched him on the shoulder, "Don't be too greedy."

"Sun Chaozong has escaped?" Chahan Temur turned around and asked, "What about Li Zhongxun? He shouldn't be fatally injured, right?" "He is injured but not seriously," reported the youth with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who had once fought fiercely against Zhuang Yun. "Master Li has already detained him in the backyard, awaiting further action."

The heart of the man from Qi is filled with confusion: "Should I assist Peng Yingyu or should I support Chahan? Their fighting has nothing to do with me, so why should I wade into this murky water? However, can I just stand by and watch as Peng Yingyu kills Chahan? Our relationship is not trivial; his adopted son even calls me 'uncle'!"

"Good, Shijie," Chahan Tiemuer called out to the young man by his courtesy name, "You quickly go and invite Master Li to come here; there are some documents I would like him to review." "Understood," the young man replied and turned to leave.

Chahan Temur took a step back and fell into the chair. "Why is it? You do not recognize a hoe or a rake, yet you never lack for food or clothing year after year? Yes, during years of disaster, you generously exempted half of the rent, but do you know that even paying this half rent, along with the land tax, many people in the village still starve to death!"

The lord is very different from the wealthy merchants..." argued the young man named Guan Bao. "Yes, they are different," Yu Wusan turned his head to glare at Chahan Temur, "but how significant is that difference? Why is it that you are born to enjoy wealth while we poor are destined to be oppressed by the rich, suffering a lifetime of hardship and toil?"

The man from Qi was just about to create chaos, and the more chaotic it became, the more exquisite it was. At that moment, he leaped high, jumping over the heads of a crowd of enemy soldiers, flying more than ten feet away. When he landed, he deliberately fell with his four limbs in the air, landing in a position that was as awkward as it could possibly be.

Chahan Temur opened his eyes and saw two soldiers with yellow headscarves pushing in a man who was tightly bound. "Yu Wusan?" Chahan Temur blinked his eyes, "Is it really you, you dog?"

Why?" Chahan Temur frowned. He said to Wusan: "I have sworn to drink blood wine, to kill demons and protect the way, and to worship the Bodhisattva. Today, having been captured by you, I can only face death. Since you mentioned something about being host and guest, grant me a swift end.

The burly man with a twisted beard raised his iron hammer and shouted: "I am called Li Baobao, who are you to dare to barge in here and cause a ruckus?!" Ah, another Baobao, "the monk Peng stood with his broken spear crossed, "let me take your dog life!"

At this point, Wang Baobao could no longer withstand Sun Chaozong's fierce assault and gradually retreated to the front of Chahan Temur's horse. Seizing an opportunity, Chahan Temur raised his thirty-jin heavy broadsword and struck down from above. Sun Chaozong sidestepped the broadsword but was unexpectedly stabbed in the rear by a small soldier with a spear. He let out a long howl and retaliated by striking the small soldier, breaking his ribs, sending him flying over a zhang away.

On the fifth day of the third month, he let out a wild shout, rolled over and leaped up, striking a yellow turban soldier who was bringing him forward with a punch to the face. He then seized the long spear from the soldier's hand, held it upright, and charged directly at Li Siqi. Just as Li Siqi was about to step aside to evade, he suddenly saw a flash of silver light; Guan Bao's knife came down, slicing Yu Wusan in half at the waist.