Chapter Nine, do not say there are no good things in the city, every speck of dust, every moment, every building and platform.

Yang Heng was both shocked and angry, lamenting: "So this fellow had his eyes on us back then. Hmph, they are destined for misfortune; this time, I will make these demons understand the consequences!"

In the center of the hall stood a large cauldron, with two men in black shirts continuously adding firewood and stoking the flames. Inside, a thick, dark green medicinal concoction was boiling, emitting a pungent odor.

Yang Heng had long been prepared; he covered her cherry-like mouth with one hand and leaned in close to Xiao Ye's ear, quietly summarizing what had happened the previous night

I simply hope that when each friend reads this novel, they can find a trace of resonance, a hint of shock, and even a thread of warmth and joy that comes from the heart, allowing them to temporarily cast aside the reality that surrounds us.

Upon reaching the courtyard, I discovered that my group of five had been completely captured by the other side. Zhen Cai, Zhen Hun, Xiao Ye, and Zhen Chan stood in a row, flanked by three men in black shirts, one of whom was the steward.

Several individuals, imitating the appearance of the true monk, walked out of the house and followed the man in black through two courtyards, arriving outside a grand hall. The hall was brightly lit, with a dozen or so monks and several figures resembling celestial heroes standing in a line, seemingly waiting quietly for something.

A young attendant stood behind him, lightly shaking a small bell, while a monk at the front of the line walked expressionlessly to the elder's side

This experiment proved to be effective; Xiaoye's consciousness gradually became clearer, and upon seeing Yang Heng, she opened her mouth to speak.

The elderly man in the brocade robe turned a blind eye to everything happening around him, coldly staring at Yang Heng and asking: "Who sent you here?"

Yang Heng's wrist flicked, and as his body turned, the Evil Immortal Sword swept through the air in an astonishing arc, heading straight for the left foot of the old man in the brocade robe.

Yang Heng said irritably: "You ask me, who should I ask? Everyone should conserve their energy and prepare for a major undertaking"

A man in a black shirt replied, "Indeed, how could the more than one hundred monks from the Puji Temple sent by Master Sun last night have been turned into medicinal dolls so quickly?"

Yang Heng, with a well-thought-out plan, said: "There must be quite a few of our fellow disciples near Suiyang City. After we leave the city, you should secretly get off the carriage and find a way to contact them. We will coordinate our efforts from both inside and outside to capture this group of thieves in one fell swoop"

Pop!

The elderly man in the brocade robe was taken aback. It was not that he was concerned about being unable to catch the several hundred pounds of the large pot, but rather that he was quite apprehensive about the bubbling, dark green medicinal liquid within. He hurriedly struck out with his left palm and swiftly retreated.

The two individuals were conversing in low voices, naturally believing that Zhen Cai, the monk, and others had all fallen victim to the Soul Separation Technique, thus they paid no attention to their presence. However, Yang Heng, holding the precious Mind-Settling Beads bestowed by the Song Yang clan, was not only immune to all poisons but also experienced remarkable effects of clarity and enlightenment. Therefore, he was not in a daze at all and heard their conversation distinctly.

He slowly got out of bed, took the Wandering Evil Immortal Sword that was placed by his pillow, put on his shoes, and walked towards the door.

Thus, I endeavor to recreate the various joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, as well as the entanglements of love and hatred that have occurred or are occurring in the human world within this novel. I invite everyone to join me in sharing the ups and downs of the protagonist Yang Heng, to experience life in a unique way and to gain insights into existence.

The steward shook the copper bell to lead Yang Heng and the others into the room. The man in black closed the door and said: "I will take you to meet Elder Ge"

Yang Heng, realizing that his side's position had been exposed, made a swift decision. He struck down the black-clad man beside him who had lured them into the hall, took out his prayer beads to awaken the Zen monk, and shouted, "Old monster, take this!" With a wave of his left hand, he shot out three Nine Absolute Bolts.

The true monk, while fleeing in panic, shouted: "What are you doing? Where is this place? I do not want to kill anyone, I do not want to kill anyone!"

The monk Zhenhun asked: "What is a medicinal puppet, and why do they need so many medicinal puppets?"

Yang Heng's body lost its balance and he had no way to evade, so he could only wield his sword to parry. Suddenly, he heard a sharp metallic sound of "ka ba," and his feet abruptly lost their footing, causing him to fall downwards.

Certainly, various types of characters will appear around him, much like the familiar people in our lives—witty and chivalrous, the eminent monk Master Mingdeng from the Buddhist community who plays with the world; extraordinarily graceful, the beautiful girl Yan Songshuang, filled with hatred for her father; the comical couple Tongbai Shuangguai, who are muddled and topsy-turvy; and the little novice Zhenchan, who, born unable to speak, is self-conscious and timid, yet not lacking in talent.

Yang Heng secretly glanced at the master of the horse, hearing him say: "Spending a meal on vegetarian food has brought five promising medicine apprentices, very good, very good. Look at them, each carrying a staff or sword; they are certainly not ordinary monks"

By the time night fell, the few people in the room had not heard any sound of reinforcements arriving. Instead, when the door opened, a man in black clothing began to shake a copper bell again.

In the midst of his doubts, the person turned around and approached Yang Heng's bed, took out a piece of talisman paper, ignited it, and began to cast a spell on him

Perhaps there are not many dazzling settings, and perhaps there is no excessively bloody or thrilling slaughter; everything in the book begins with warmth and will also conclude with warmth

This young monk seems to possess the ability to foresee the future, always taking the initiative and leading me by the nose, an experience that is almost unprecedented in my memory

He took advantage of Yang Heng's youth and inexperience, striking his right wrist pulse point with his left palm, while his right palm struck towards the left rib.

Yang Heng stood beside Master Zhenchan, contemplating whether to immediately take action to rescue Master Zhen Cai and the others

The elderly man in the brocade robe indeed flew into a rage, his arms swinging as the mother-and-child magic rings struck towards Yang Heng's left and right temples. The two exchanged blows, their sword energies soaring and the fierce winds scattering, creating a lively clamor of clashing sounds.

And I believe that such feelings are not exclusive to the characters in books. In fact, all of us, including those around us, are also possessing and enjoying this invaluable gift from the heavens. However, we often become too busy and too tired, neglecting those things we should cherish under the pressures of life. For me, it was only at the moment my father departed from this world that I suddenly realized what I had truly lost

Epilogue, embracing warmth

Among the four, Zhenai is the oldest, has the lowest cultivation level, and is not particularly quick-witted. After much contemplation, Yang Heng can only temporarily put up with him for a while.

He let down his guard completely, having no time to tend to the sword wound on his foot. He crossed his hands over his chest and took out a pair of golden magic rings from his robe's sleeve, shouting, "You little thief, I must kill you!"

Yang Heng and the others were just like this, drawing out the Wandering Evil Immortal Sword with a reverse grip. Their bodies flipped in mid-air, executing the first sword technique they had learned, "Reversing the Universe," soaring over the large pot that had been blown away by the palm wind, and flying towards the old man in the brocade robe.

Several thoughts raced through Yang Heng's mind as he suppressed the impulse to leap up and pounce on the newcomer, continuing to feign deep sleep while quietly observing the situation.

Hearing the inquiry from the burly middle-aged man outside the door, he felt even more embarrassed. Tightening his grip, he responded, "Zhao, the village master, you first take your men and subdue the three little monks at the door. This little thief will be dealt with by me!"

The elderly man in the brocade robe leaped up, but unexpectedly, Yang Heng's right leg swept out sharply, suddenly straightening and kicking him in the abdomen.

At this moment, the true vegetable monk regained his senses and knocked out the firewood worker who was pursuing him with a stick. With the assistance of the true meat monk wielding a戒刀, they surprisingly managed to make the four men in black shirts cry out for their mothers, leaving them in a state of utter disarray.

The chief steward waved his hand and said: "Forget it, it must have been jostled out of the car when we were going up the mountain just now. Let's be more vigilant on our way back and look for it again. There's no need to mention this to Captain Ma."

The elderly man in the brocade robe exclaimed, "Ah, the Flower Picking Finger, so it turns out to be a monk from the Yunyan Sect!"

Xiao Ye, both delighted and fearful, softly asked: "Ah Heng, what should we do?"

Yang Heng ignored him, sitting cross-legged to cultivate the Sabannuo true energy circulating throughout his body, waiting for reinforcements to arrive before launching an attack.

More than five years ago, when he accompanied the Song Yang family to Emei and passed through the two lakes, he had also heard his mother mention that there was a mysterious cult in the area called "Pai Jiao," which was known for its theatrical displays of supernatural powers and for oppressing the good. This technique of bewildering the spirit and soul was the unique secret skill of Pai Jiao, and upright individuals would always express their deep disdain whenever it was mentioned.

Xiao Ye nodded and said, "Then you must be careful, and absolutely do not overexert yourself."

The elderly man in the brocade robe felt both pain and anger, and even more so, a sense of helplessness—clearly, his cultivation was superior to that of the young monk, yet he was constrained by the opponent's bizarre techniques. Despite possessing formidable green poison magic, he found it utterly useless, and instead suffered two significant setbacks in succession

The true Zen monk behind him felt a chill run down his spine, his two rows of teeth chattering incessantly.

A sudden, excruciating pain surged through him, and the elderly man in the brocade robe felt his entire arm abruptly go numb, no longer responding to his commands. In a mix of shock and anger, he exclaimed, "What a little bald donkey, daring to plot against me!" He raised his right palm, channeling ninety percent of his power, and struck towards Yang Heng.

Around noon, the carriage entered a large estate situated in a valley. Several people could not help but feel tense, and Zhen Chan's lips turned pale, making Yang Heng regret having awakened him.

He was momentarily distracted, and Elder Ge seized the opportunity to launch three consecutive attacks. Unknowingly, he retreated to the table in the center of the hall, and with a swift motion, he grabbed it and hurled it towards his opponent

At the very moment when their palms were about to meet, Yang Heng suddenly changed his technique. He extended his index and middle fingers outward, transforming rigidity into softness, and applied a subtle force into the palm of the elderly man in the brocade robe, lightly laughing, "You have been deceived!"

Old He San asked, "Where is Elder Ge? I heard he has been extremely busy these past couple of days"

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his forehead as that person's palm pressed down on him, a wave of icy coldness surged in, and his mind went blank in an instant. He feigned a dazed expression, opening his eyes as if in a trance, and by the faint light emitted from the talisman paper, he discerned that the other party was a middle-aged man in a black shirt with a cold expression, whom he vaguely remembered encountering in the front yard when he entered the escort agency that afternoon

Because of it, Yang Heng repeatedly risked his life to save his mother, even willing to become a rebel and an outcast incompatible with both the righteous and the demonic; for it, brothers and fathers who once swore to be enemies found it difficult to truly sever their ties.

The elderly man in the brocade robe suddenly became alert, his hawk-like eyes shooting towards Zhen Chan, and he asked, "What is happening?"

Therefore, if by chance your parents or siblings are nearby, could you at least tell them in your heart at the first moment, and also remind yourself with three words: "I love him (her)"

The Zen Master Zhenchan was so startled by the piercing gaze of the old man in the brocade robe that he cried out and turned to flee outside the hall

Yang Heng saw that the other side had reinforcements and said sternly: "This is not good; we are outnumbered and isolated, and we are likely to suffer losses!"

The steward shook the copper bell once more, and the monk Zhen Cai followed him and He Lao San as they walked back. Yang Heng and the other three hurriedly followed in their footsteps.

Hearing the voices outside gradually becoming noisy, Yang Heng took out the calming prayer beads. Focusing his inner energy, the beads emitted a soft purplish-red glow, illuminating Xiaoye's face. Fortunately, the thick cloth wrapping outside the vehicle prevented any passersby from noticing anything unusual.

Swish!

Yang Hengxin felt regret, knowing that his shortcomings lay in his insufficient skill; otherwise, with just this one finger, he could have rendered the old man in the brocade robe's left palm useless. Now that the opponent was on guard, attempting to repeat the same trick would be exceedingly difficult.

Yang Hengdao: "How can one catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den? I intend to turn the tables and infiltrate Baohuai Mountain Villa to rescue the monks of Pujisi, while also taking the opportunity to eliminate this den of evil."

Xiao Ye expressed her concern: "They are numerous and powerful; I worry that we will suffer losses if a conflict arises."

This was the first time in his life that he had killed someone. However, due to the urgency of the situation and the fact that these individuals were committing heinous acts that were far from virtuous, he showed no mercy in his actions

After a short while, the talisman burned out. The person reached out and gently pressed on the forehead of Zen Master Zhenchan, mumbling something. Zhenchan's eyes opened in confusion, and he involuntarily sat up from the bed, put on his shoes, took up his staff, and walked out of the room

Yang Heng, along with Zhen Chan and Zhen Hun, cautiously imitated every move of the Zhen Cai monk and also stepped out of the vehicle

At this moment, he feigned an expressionless demeanor, ensuring that the helmsman and others did not grow suspicious. He pondered: "Well, the masters at Pujisi Temple have indeed been tampered with. After searching high and low without success, this opportunity has come effortlessly—I was just worried about where to investigate this matter, and they have come knocking at my door. Hmph, let me create a tremendous uproar!"

Yang Heng felt a chill in his heart from the piercing gaze of the old man in the brocade robe, secretly thinking: "This old demon possesses profound skills!" Yet, he deliberately mocked, saying: "I am not a beauty, so why are you staring at me?"

As soon as the Zen monk Zhen Cai regained consciousness, he saw a man in black fiercely lunging at him. Without time to think, he raised the staff in his hand and struck down on the man's head. The man in black was merely a servant tasked with stoking the fire and had not anticipated that Zhen Cai would awaken so quickly. He was struck on the forehead and died on the spot

The old man secretly rejoiced and said, "You are asking for trouble; just watch as I strike you unconscious with a single palm!" He channeled seventy percent of the "Green Gu Demon Qi" and formed a barrier outward.

The old man suddenly acted, aiming for the jade pillow point at the back of the monk's head, and inserted the copper tube into it. Surprisingly, the monk felt no pain, standing still and allowing the old man to inject the medicinal liquid stored in the copper tube into his brain

A young child picked up a stack of layered talisman paper from the table, ignited it with fire, and chanted incantations softly while swaying it back and forth in front of the monk

Each of us lives in this world and inevitably encounters numerous setbacks, many helpless situations, and even feelings of indignation, loss, and sadness. As the author of this book, I am no exception.

Elder Ge did not allow him the slightest chance to catch his breath, wielding the double rings simultaneously, striking down towards Yang Heng's head.

Certainly, the proposition that literature carries the way is, for me, rather too heavy and unrealistic. My greatest wish is simply to bring back the long-lost catharsis and warmth to everyone through words, just as I did with my previous work, "The Legend of Sword and Fairy".

The sound of clanging echoed loudly, and the true Zen monk, rushing out of the hall, was forced back by four men in black who were guarding the door. The true Hun monk let out a loud roar and swung his staff to join the fray

Pop!

Yang Heng's sword failed to sever the left foot of the old man in the brocade robe, and he felt a twinge of regret in his heart. He chuckled lightly and said, "Stop boasting; I can see that you're in so much pain that you're about to cry!" He then employed the provocation technique he had learned from Master Mingdeng.

I wish I had enough foundation to vividly present them to all the readers, allowing them to befriend you, share their thoughts, and together experience each other's joys and sorrows

Another man in a black shirt opened the door of a tile-roofed house and called out: "Brother Yu, just lock them up here."

I intend to make familial affection one of the themes of this novel, aiming to portray the most beautiful aspects of humanity, while casting aside all the unpleasant and despicable matters, if only for a fleeting moment

Xiao Ye hesitated and said, "I still think the risk of doing this is too great. It would be better for us to quietly escape first, report this matter to Master Mingdeng, and after gathering the fellow disciples of Yunyan Sect, we can then go together to Baohuai Villa to rescue the people."

He made up his mind and temporarily suppressed the anger in his chest to avoid alarming the snake in the grass, allowing the horse master and others to load him and the real monk into a carriage wrapped in heavy curtains.

He hurriedly collected his thoughts, concealed the talisman, and practiced his skills for a while. Only after confirming that the coachman Yu and others ahead had not noticed Xiao Ye's departure did he let out a quiet sigh of relief

Undoubtedly, Yang Heng's fate has been fraught with misfortune. The challenges he has encountered and the blows he has suffered are far heavier and more complex than those of the average person. In the face of setbacks, he experiences frustration and disappointment, feeling lost and helpless; when confronted with injustice, he is even more driven to rise up with fervor, traversing a path adorned with fine garments and spirited steeds, relishing in the joys and grievances of life. Yet, when the moment arrives for the heavens to show compassion and he looks back, he finds that he has become a part of the scenery along the journey he has traveled.

Yang Heng thought to himself: "I won't act rashly and alert the enemy; I will first ascertain the details before dealing with this group of evildoers in one fell swoop"

Suddenly, the carriage came to a stop. The steward walked to the back of the carriage, holding a copper bell and shaking it to produce a series of hoarse and unpleasant sounds. The monk, with wide-open eyes, picked up his staff and slowly descended from the carriage

The elderly man in the brocade robe said with a stern expression, "The little ghost is quite nimble and cunning!" He quickly struck down with his right palm.

Yang Heng secretly thought it was not good. Just as he was about to spring into action to point out that person, a stream of clear energy suddenly emerged from his right wrist, penetrating into his body and directly reaching his heart and spleen, causing his mind to clear instantly. Upon hearing that person's incantation again, it had already lost its previous allure.

Yang Heng detected a foul odor in the air and realized it was toxic, quickly holding his breath and saying, "Then you should give it a try!" He executed the Pure Body Technique, swiftly moving to the left, and with a flick of his right arm, pointed his finger at the old man's Dan Zhong acupoint.

The elderly man in the brocade robe was locked in a fierce battle with Yang Heng, neither side able to gain the upper hand. He inwardly lamented, "If it were not for the fact that I have been tirelessly concocting medicine for several days, exhausting a great deal of my energy, and being injured in my left foot by this little thief, which has affected my agility, would I have been fighting him for so long?"

The elderly man in the brocade robe let out a strange cry, desperately retracting his legs and flipping backward to evade. In the flash of blue light, a burst of blood appeared, as the wicked celestial sword cleanly severed his left little toe along with a section of his leather boot.

The subsequent tasks became much easier: He used the meditation beads from mhetushucom.com to awaken Zhen Chan and Zhen Hun in succession, leaving only Zhen Cai the monk unawakened. This was a necessary measure; after all, it was essential to have a genuine comatose individual to demonstrate for the others. They could then mimic the actions without arousing suspicion from Supervisor Yu.

Yang Heng had anticipated that the old man in the brocade robe would be difficult to deal with, so he only used a Nine Absolute Shuttle to distract his mind, taking the opportunity to first eliminate the lives of the two young boys

She did not dare to look at Yang Heng more than once, lightly leaping down from the carriage and rolling into the grass by the roadside to conceal her figure

Especially against the backdrop of a world suffering from financial crises, where everyone is busy striving to make a living, I hope that when you open the pages of this novel, you will feel a sense of warmth and tranquility.

"You won't speak?" The old man in the brocade robe chuckled and said, "I have plenty of ways to make you talk!" With a swift motion, he struck towards Yang Heng's chest with his left palm, enveloped in a green gust of wind.

Beside the large pot stood an ugly old man in a brocade robe, his expression dark as he used a slender copper tube to draw the steaming medicinal liquid into the pipe, calling out: "Next!"

Yang Hengqi Dao: "Don't be so pathetic, alright? Besides, there are people guarding outside; do you think you can escape?"

Yang Heng found himself in a passive position, yet he still refused to show mercy, saying, "Old witch, be careful not to let joy turn to sorrow!" Suddenly, he tripped over something underfoot, nearly stumbling to the ground.

After a long wait until dawn, the horse-drawn carriage slowly exited the escort agency. Passersby, seeing the carriage of Tianma Escort Agency leaving, assumed it was on a mission to escort goods out of the city, unaware that there was another secret at play inside.

Perhaps, upon truly understanding this statement, you will gain more

Taking advantage of their conversation, Yang Heng glanced around and realized that he had entered a large courtyard. The yard was very quiet, and he could not see anyone else moving about.

Yang Heng sat in the corner of the room, listening to the footsteps of the steward and others receding into the distance, yet outside the thatched house, there remained four or five men in black shirts on guard.

Yang Heng hurriedly calmed his mind and focused his spirit, keeping his left hand's index and middle fingers hidden under the thin blanket. As soon as he sensed that the situation was unfavorable, he decided to first incapacitate the master of the spell before taking further action

At this thought, Yang Heng caught sight of the large cauldron not far away, and an idea suddenly struck him. He pretended to be unable to withstand the opponent's palm force and retreated. With a swift kick, he sent the cauldron flying towards the old man in the brocade robe.

At this moment, Yang Heng had already understood that the technique the person was using on Zhen Chan was a mysterious method known for confusing the mind and separating the soul, commonly referred to in local folklore as "corpse driving".

Elder Ge smashed the table into pieces and sneered, "Little thief, I wonder what tricks you have left?"

Master Ma said: "Later, load them onto the cart and personally escort them to Baohuai Villa to hand over to Elder Ge. Go quickly and return swiftly; I will wait for you to go to Hengyang together. I heard that Old Sun and his group made a big haul this morning, capturing all the monks from Pujisi. We cannot fall behind him."

Master Zhenchan gestured with both hands and said: "Junior Brother Zhenyuan, let us quickly wake up Senior Brother Zhen Cai and escape, shall we?"

Manager Yu exclaimed in surprise, "He Lao San, why is there one less person in the car? Where has that little girl gone?"

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Yang Heng's figure suddenly sank, the tip of his sword drooping as he deftly thrust it towards the left knee of the old man in the brocade robe. The old man in the brocade robe found his palm strike to be ineffective and hurriedly shifted his body, executing a flying kick with his left leg to counterattack Yang Heng's right wrist

Once again, the sound of light footsteps was heard, and an old man in black entered. Steward Yu cupped his fists in salute and said, "Report to Master Ma, these five little children have all fallen under our 'Soul Separation Technique', and we are only waiting to send them out of the city at dawn"

The Zen master Zhenchan over there was pleasantly surprised to discover that this group of fierce-looking men in black shirts was merely a facade, far less formidable than himself. Thus, filled with confidence, he began to babble incoherently, while wielding his staff with the unique technique of "Kumāra Staff Technique" from Yunyan, moving through the crowd like a tiger among sheep, displaying an imposing presence.

Regarding the total pipeline: "This time there are not many people, only four, which cannot be compared to Master Sun and his group."

Yang Heng recalled the disappearance of the monks at Pujisi Temple that he had witnessed in the morning, pondering: "This is most likely their doing, but why would they target us?"

Master Zhenchan said: "There are too many of them; I think it is better to find a way to escape."

The coachman walked to the back of the carriage and peered inside, also expressing surprise: "Strange, where have the people gone?"

Suddenly, a string of incantations echoed in his ears, the sound containing an inexplicable magic that gradually blurred his consciousness, a strong drowsiness surged within him, making him want to fall into a deep sleep without a care in the world.

More importantly, I hope to focus on depicting the most precious kind of emotion in this world—familial love

The elderly man in the brocade robe, witnessing the erratic changes of the Evil Sword's edge, was momentarily taken aback, exclaiming: "This little bald donkey's swordsmanship is truly peculiar!"

The monk's face turned pale, and in a daze, he said: "I... I have killed someone. Amitabha, I am guilty, I am guilty!"

However, the Zen monk Zhen Cai and others ultimately lacked practical combat experience and, coming from a Buddhist background, were reluctant to take lives. Therefore, despite having the upper hand, they were unable to subdue their opponents in a short period of time

In the midst of the confusion, a burly middle-aged man led over twenty individuals dressed in black to the door, calling out, "Elder Ge, are you alright?"

Yang Heng had anticipated that the opponent would employ such a move. He lowered his body and nimbly slipped through the elder's palms, executing a sweeping kick with his right leg, demonstrating the recently comprehended Floating Cloud Sweeping Leg technique.

It is not surprising to say the least, as these three individuals have been under the tutelage of Master Mingdeng for at least six years, and they have all mastered the top-tier skills of the Yunyan Sect. The four men in black are merely ordinary guards from the Baohua Mountain Villa, so how could they possibly be their match? In the blink of an eye, they were left with broken heads and bleeding wounds, their faces bruised and swollen. However, due to the strict rules of the villa, they dared not flee and could only grit their teeth and endure.

He was momentarily taken aback but quickly realized that the purple-red prayer beads left by his mother at parting were indeed on his right wrist. That stream of clear energy must have originated from them; he had not expected these beads to possess such miraculous spiritual power

Fearing that his voice would be overheard by those outside, he communicated in sign language to Zhen Chan and Zhen Hun: "Don't move around."

Yang Heng shook his head and said, "If we all leave, won't the thieves become suspicious? They will definitely move the people from Baohuai Mountain Villa as soon as possible, and it will be difficult to find them again." He then comforted Xiao Ye, saying, "Don't worry, I will adapt to the situation and hold on until you and Master Mingdeng arrive. Nothing will happen."

A crowd gathered in front of a row of large houses. The few men in black standing at the entrance, upon seeing Supervisor Yu, smiled and asked, "Brother Yu, are you here to send someone again?"

Yang Heng did not confront him head-on; he quickly retracted his right leg and shouted, "You shall also receive a palm strike from me!" as he struck out with his left palm

Xiao Ye crept stealthily to the back of the car, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly reached out to take a talisman from around her neck, stuffing it into Yang Heng's hand. Her cheeks flushed as she said, "Ah Heng, be careful!"

The talisman suddenly erupted with a burst of green light, scattering like phosphorescent powder over the monk's body. The monk's form trembled a few times, and a strange green glow gradually brightened in his eyes

The old man, holding a copper pipe, walked to the back of the monk and instructed, "Begin."

Chief Steward Yu smiled and said, "I personally witnessed that little monk named Zhenyuan use his hand to levitate several strings of candied hawthorn from two feet away, demonstrating considerable skill. Therefore, it can be inferred that his companions are likely not inferior either"

He could not withstand the force of the left palm and could only use his right palm to strike towards Yang Heng, relying on his superior skill to force him to retract his sword and evade.

A chill rose from Yang Heng's spine, and he thought to himself: "Surely this old fellow is in the process of making a medicinal effigy."

The elder in the brocade robe shouted angrily, "Good lad, you are actually an undercover agent!" He raised his hand, and a green gust of wind sent the Nine Absolute Shuttles flying. However, he heard two young boys beside him groan in unison and fall to the ground, each pierced through the chest by a Nine Absolute Shuttle.

Yang Heng agreed and focused on the sounds outside the carriage. After about half an hour, the carriage began to jolt, as if it had taken a rough and uneven mountain road. Yang Heng knew the moment had come, so he gently lifted a corner of the rear curtain to look outside. There was no one following or monitoring behind the carriage, and he turned back to signal Xiao Ye to get off.

Another man in a black shirt saw his companion being killed by the real vegetable monk, drew his dagger, and charged forward.

Yang Heng picked up the amulet, which still carried a faint fragrance of Xiaoye, causing an inexplicable stir in his heart

Because of this, the protagonist in our book ultimately overcomes various hardships and obstacles, growing into an extraordinary talent who transcends both the Buddhist and demonic paths, looking down upon the heroes of the world, thus composing a legendary tale that is unparalleled in history