Longevity Begins with the Seven Injuries Fist-Chapter 167 - 121: Martial Monks of the Great Buddha Temple! Great Compassion Staff Technique! (Part 2)

It's okay to be aggressive, but the premise is to ensure safety.

After all, he has more than three hundred years of remaining lifespan, which allows him to take things slowly.

...

On a winter noon, the sun hung in the sky like a perfectly round yolk, making one feel not warm at all.

Under the sun, more than a hundred miles outside Jiannan Prefecture City, a carriage was traveling along the official road toward Jiannan Prefecture City.

The carriage curtains were tightly fastened, making it impossible to see what's inside.

The carriage was driven by a rough-looking man with a bushy beard.

Every once in a while, he would whip the horse's behind.

Meanwhile, the carriage moved at a steady pace on the official road.

The wheels crushed the gravel and mud, producing an unending sound.

The carriage left a long rut on the official road as it passed.

The rut was quite deep, seemingly indicating there were heavy objects inside the carriage.

Beside the carriage, four sturdy horses accompanied it.

Three of the horses carried men wearing short martial attire.

Each of the three had weapons on their bodies.

One carried a familiar copper rod, another a single saber, and the third a longsword.

On their faces was a fierce expression, as if they were the kind of ruthless people who would fight at any provocation.

There was another horse carrying a soldier in armor.

If someone from Jiannan Prefecture City were here, they would immediately recognize the attire of the Thunderbolt Army.

As the carriage was moving, suddenly a sound echoed from the sky.

Then, with a "thump," an arrow planted itself a yard in front of the carriage, deeply embedded in the soil, vibrating endlessly.

"It's bandits!"

With a "clang," the soldier swiftly drew the single saber from his waist, the blade slightly reflecting the sunlight.

"Bandits... haha!"

The sturdy men on the horses, and the man driving the carriage, exchanged knowing smiles.

They were not weak martial artists; anyone daring to intercept them must have a death wish.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves came from all directions.

Accompanying the hoof sounds were dense swishing sounds.

Arrows pierced the air, aiming toward these four men and one soldier.

The men and the soldier wielded their weapons, deflecting the arrows.

Their martial arts were strong enough to shatter the incoming arrows with their weapons.

Seeing the arrows were ineffective, the bandits ceased their attack.

Yet, even after witnessing the skills of these four, the bandits recklessly charged ahead.

It seemed they had confidence in overpowering these four.

Over twenty bandits, all on horseback, surrounded the carriage and the four men from all sides.

Most of these bandits wielded broadswords.

"Leave the carriage and the money, and you can go!"

One of the bandits shouted.

"Do you know I'm from the Thunderbolt Army?"

The Thunderbolt Army soldier straightened his stance, as if trying to make the bandits notice his attire.

But as soon as he spoke, all the bandits burst into laughter.

"We don't care whether you're from the Thunderbolt Army or wherever; kill you and bury you, who will know we killed the Thunderbolt Army?"

"Courting death!"

Among the five, one stout man holding a familiar copper rod urged his horse forward, charging at one of the bandits.

Seeing one dare to resist, the bandits showed murderous intent, raising their blades as they charged at the men and the soldier.

In reality, even if the five did not resist, the bandits never intended to spare them.

Their earlier words were merely to reduce the effort needed by having the five put up less resistance.

Almost all the bandits surrounded and attacked the five.

Only one bandit remained in place.

This bandit was a middle-aged man, appearing to be in his forties.

His long hair was carelessly tied up, his beard was disheveled.

Though it was winter, he wore only a thin shirt.

The front of his shirt was open, revealing rock-like muscles and a long knife scar.

He appeared relaxed, resting the back of his broadsword on his shoulder, watching his men engage the four.

He was a notorious mountain bandit in the area, Mountain Tiger Yuan Chong.

His strength was quite formidable, already at the peak of Qi Blood Realm.

But the strength of his subordinates was much inferior to his own.

Thus, he wanted to train his subordinates, first letting them attack while he watched on the sidelines.

When his subordinates were overwhelmed, he would then step in.

At this moment, the clashing sound of weapons between five people and Yuan Chong's more than twenty followers was incessant.

Although the five individuals were each stronger than those twenty followers,

unfortunately, two fists can't match four hands. Under the encirclement of more than twenty people, they fought quite laboriously.

However, upon closer inspection, it was still the five who had the upper hand.

After a cup of tea's time, Mountain Tiger Yuan Chong saw that persisting in battle, his subordinates could hardly prevail, so he shouted:

"A bunch of useless fools, withdraw immediately!"

Hearing the leader's shout, those followers feigned moves, clutching their horse's belly, retreating before the five's pursuit, while turning their horses.

One of the five, a big man wielding a familiar copper rod, seeing the bandits retreating, was enraged, and seized an opportunity when a bandit turned his horse with difficulty.

He wielded his familiar copper rod and struck towards the skull of that bandit.

But at this moment, Mountain Tiger Yuan Chong gave a loud shout.

His feet stomped the stirrups, and he leapt high from the horse.

Both hands raised the broadsword above his head, his body tracing an arc in the air, descending towards the big man's body.

His hands bulged with veins, suddenly exerting strength.

The broadsword in his hands flared with a gleam, aiming downwards at the head of the big man holding the familiar copper rod.

The big man hurriedly invoked his familiar copper rod to block upwards.

With a "clang", the big man's hands holding the familiar copper rod split open and bled.

The horse beneath him suddenly bent all four legs, kneeling to the ground, splattering mud.

After his strike, Mountain Tiger Yuan Chong used the recoil to leap up again.

He then abruptly reversed the broadsword, aiming downwards at the big man's head.

The big man, having received a move from Mountain Tiger Yuan Chong, felt pain and numbness in his hands, knowing this person's strength was beyond his own.

In panic, he shouted: "Master, save me!"

'Master?'

Mountain Tiger Yuan Chong was alarmed at heart, quickly scanning around with his eyes.

From the start, he only saw these five people.

And the heavily loaded carriage, he always thought it was for transporting goods, and the people next to it were guarding the cargo.

"Truly useless!"

But at this moment, a voice came from the carriage.

Immediately following, the curtain in front of the carriage was suddenly lifted.

A tall, middle-aged monk with a black beard leapt out.

The monk's right hand gripped a thick zen stick.

The rings on the zen stick jingled as the monk moved swiftly.

After the monk leapt from the carriage, it bounced up from the muddy ground.

The carriage appeared heavily loaded purely because of the zen stick in the monk's hand!

In an instant, the monk was airborne, his body towering above Mountain Tiger Yuan Chong.

Both of the monk's hands held the alms stick, smashing down fiercely above Yuan Chong's head!

Yuan Chong immediately realized he was confronting an expert, quickly abandoning the attack on the man with the familiar copper rod and used his sword to block upwards!

Bringing the force of a collapsing mountain, the zen stick fell, drawing in the surrounding air, creating a whistling wind as if someone was mourning and weeping.

The blade of Yuan Chong's broadsword was instantly crushed into iron fragments, scattering everywhere.

Immediately, the zen stick continued to descend, smashing Yuan Chong's skull, neck, and entire body into pulp.

"Amitabha!"

After killing Yuan Chong, the monk chanted a Buddhist verse.

Shaking off the flesh and blood from the zen stick, without using strength, he flipped in the air and slipped back into the carriage.

After the monk returned to the carriage, it sank down again.

The wheels embedded deeply into the soil.

Inside the carriage, the monk continued his meditation and breathing exercises, while his disciples and soldiers cleared away the remaining bandits before setting off again.

...

Jiannan Prefecture City North City Gate.

Li Tunshan stood five miles outside the city gate, gazing into the distance almost for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

At this moment, he saw a carriage approaching. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Beside the carriage were his subordinates.

He couldn't help but rub his large hands.

Inside the carriage was his senior brother, the martial monk from the Great Buddha Temple, Monk Fa Jie.

An expert of the Sixteen Meridians Meridian Opening Realm, proficient in one of the Great Buddha Temple's ultimate skills, the Great Compassion Staff Technique.

The zen stick he wielded was incredibly heavy.

Even placing it on an ordinary person would crush them to death.

This time, Monk Fa Jie was coming to Jiannan Prefecture to join him in clearing out the various rebel armies and bandits within Jiannan Prefecture.