When Wu Jiezi woke up, he felt that his body was extremely soft and comfortable. He was lying on a large bed. The indoor layout was extremely strange. He touched his body and found that the injured area had been bandaged.

I was so surprised that I immediately jumped out of bed, picked up the coat on the shelf and put it on. Ignoring the pain, I opened the door and walked down. After going down the stairs, all the people I saw were passing businessmen or ordinary people.

Citizens, it is obviously a restaurant, so they are relieved.

When the shopkeeper saw Wu Jiezi, he walked over with a smile and said: "Uncle, you are finally awake." Wu Jiezi had just woken up and was still confused, so he replied: "Shopkeeper, what's wrong with me?

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The shopkeeper laughed and said: "You, you have been in a coma for several days, but I finally woke you up! It's really a blessing from the Bodhisattva!" After saying this, he bowed his hands to the sky.

Wu Jiezi asked: "How many days have I slept, shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper replied: "Well, counting today as the fourth day."

Wu Jiezi said: "Oh, hey, shopkeeper, do you know who sent me here?"

The shopkeeper replied: "I don't know about that. That man came in the dark night wearing a veiled bamboo hat. I couldn't see his face clearly." Then he added: "He gave us a lot of money for us.

I'll take care of you and leave. Sir, you can eat here for two or three days for free. Can you order something now?"

Wu Jiezi shook his head, waved his arms, revitalized his blood, and said, "Then just have two or three meat dishes and one vegetarian dish and then make a pound of it."

The shopkeeper chuckled and replied: "Good class, good class." Then he went down and told the waiter.

When Wu Jiezi was eating happily, several beggars suddenly stumbled in. Judging from the way they walked and the fresh blood on their bodies, it was obvious that they were seriously injured and were being chased. Immediately afterwards, several lamas ran away angrily.

He came in and shouted at the beggars: "You stinky beggar, where are you going?" Then he punched them.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, those beggars had no choice but to turn around and resist. These beggars were all poor in martial arts, and there were two of them with one or two bags hanging on their shoulders. Their martial arts skills were all average, so they should be a gang of beggars.

There are several low-level disciples and new disciples. Those lamas are good at martial arts. They can produce powerful punches with simple and practical moves without any tricks. They have obviously been taught by famous masters for a long time. With just a cup of tea, those Beggar Clan disciples

They were all beaten to the ground. However, the lamas seemed to have no intention of giving up. They continued to punch and kick them. They also kept mumbling curses and spitting from time to time. Their behavior was really not like a monk at all.

Wu Jiezi himself was in trouble, and he really didn't want to cause any more trouble, but seeing these Beggar Clan disciples dying, he felt very uncomfortable and very sorry. He thought of how he had been hunted down by the world's heroes for more than twenty years, but he never made peace with him.

The members of the Beggar Clan had had bad relations with each other, but they still had a good impression of the Beggar Clan. After struggling for a while, they finally made up their minds to help these disciples of the Beggar Clan. With a wave of his right hand, the porcelain bowl in his hand came out and hit one of them.

There was only a scream of "ah" on the lama's wrist, and the lama immediately held the wrist and screamed "ouch". The other lamas saw something different and turned to look at Wu Jiezi at the same time.

Wu Jiezi didn't want to quarrel with anyone. This move was intended to teach him a lesson and it wasn't too serious. The lama rubbed his wrist a little and no longer felt the pain. He walked up and shouted loudly: "What do you want to do!"

Wu Jiezi stood up and said with a smile: "I wonder if these beggars have robbed some of the Buddha's valuable and important things or something else, so they want to take action like this?"

After hearing this, the lamas immediately gathered around and one of them asked: "What sect are you from? Your martial arts are pretty good!"

Wu Jiezi chuckled and said, "I am traveling alone in the world, and I have never belonged to any sect!"

As soon as Wu Jiezi finished speaking, the lamas burst out laughing, and one of them said: "It turns out he is just a mediocre person. I thought he was an expert from some sect, causing us to make a false alarm!"

The lama who was injured by Wu Jiezi smiled and said to the other lamas: "Leave this man to me, I will let him taste the fruit of offending the Buddha." He shouted, "Huh!"

He punched Wu Jiezi in the face.

Wu Jiezi ducked and did not fight back. When the lama saw that the blow was missed, he hooked his backhand towards Wu Jiezi's ribs. Wu Jiezi jumped back and dodged again. The lama was in front of his companion.

He missed twice in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel that he was losing face. He yelled, pushed his fists forward and ran straight towards Wu Jiezi. Wu Jiezi had retreated to the wall at this time, and there was no way to retreat. The lama was about to do it when he saw it.

Hitting Wu Jiezi, he could save some face for himself, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy, with a slight smile on his face.

Wu Jiezi saw that the man was about to hit him with both fists. He was not in a hurry, and he ducked under the lama's fist. Before the lama could stop his hand, he lightly patted his arm with his palm.

On the top, the person actually floated out due to the force of the rebound. By the time everyone reacted, Wu Jiezi was already standing aside safely.

All the lamas were stunned for a while, and then they immediately came to their senses. One of them shouted: "This man has bad martial arts skills. Let's all surround him!"

All of a sudden, all the lamas attacked. It was impossible for Wu Jiezi to avoid taking action. Otherwise, the disciples of the Beggar Gang who were lying on the ground would die. When he glanced at them, he saw that everyone had already left the court.

Then he calmed down and could fight with peace of mind. Although the new injury had just healed, it did not affect the speed of his movements. With more than ten moves, he had already taken care of all the lamas.

When those lamas saw the appearance of masters, they didn't dare to fight. They said something like "Wait, I'll call someone!... Boy, don't leave if you have the guts" and ran away staggeringly.

Wu Jiezi was very surprised after what he saw just now, "How could these ordinary lower-level disciples of the Beggar Clan invite Buddhist disciples to kill them like this?" He stepped forward to help a Beggar Clan disciple and asked, "Why did they do this?

To be so cruel to you?"

This Beggar Clan disciple was seriously injured. He took a breath and said slowly: "I...I...don't know either." As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed. Before Wu Jiezi could release his hands, he suddenly saw

He suddenly broke up, grabbed Wu Jiezi's collar tightly, opened his eyes like bells, and said with difficulty: "I beg you one thing, I beg you to rush to Luoyang Yunlai Inn and find a man named Hao Dajing.

They must be careful! Please...please..." He fainted on the spot before he finished speaking.

This surprised Wu Jiezi. He then asked several other people but found nothing. He thought, "If it takes a long time to wait for him to wake up, why not start with those lamas just now."

Immediately he stood up and said to the shopkeeper who had been hiding behind the counter: "Shopkeeper, these people lying on the ground are my friends. With the remaining rent money, I will pay you to hire a doctor to heal them." After that, he crossed the street.

Bu ran towards the direction where the lamas had fled just now, only to hear the shopkeeper looking at his back from behind and repeatedly saying, "Okay, okay, I want it, I want it."

Those lamas were in groups, so it was relatively easy to track them, and they caught up soon. Wu Jiezi followed them from a distance, and saw them walking out of the busy city and heading directly to the woods to the north. In the woods

After walking for about an hour, I came to a stop on a path in the shade. I saw them chattering and talking without knowing what they were saying. Suddenly, someone looked up to the sky and roared. His voice was deep and loud, and it rippled far away in the valley. Wu Jiezi

It was expected that they were greeting their companions and did not dare to be careless. They hid in the grass and did not dare to make a sound, in case the arrival of masters would be noticed. As expected, a group of lamas, about ten or so, walked out from the forest opposite after a while and walked straight away.

After he came over, he started talking in Tibetan. Naturally, Wu Jiezi couldn't understand half of the words. After about a cup of tea, he saw a middle-aged lama striding towards him on the path.

, with fast, steady and powerful footwork, he was in front of the crowd in a blink of an eye. When the lamas saw this man, they all bowed and saluted, saying: "I have seen Uncle Mogu."

Namogu said with a straight face: "Who spoke the local dialect just now?"

The young lamas were horrified when they heard this. They muttered a few words, but they never dared to answer the main points.

Mogu glanced at them and said: "I have already told you that you are not allowed to speak local dialects when you come to the Central Plains. Are you deaf!?"

The young lamas stood nearby tremblingly, not daring to make a sound, and listened quietly to the instructions.

Seeing their sincere attitude, Mogu stopped pursuing it and said, "How did things go?"

The expressions of the lamas who came later suddenly became relaxed, and they stepped forward with smiles and said: "Uncle Master, it's all done, no one is left!"

The lamas Wu Jiezi was following suddenly turned pale in face and did not dare to speak for a while. Suddenly they knelt down in unison. The leader among them murmured: "Uncle Master, it's all our fault for not doing things right. There are still some left."

Several of them were rescued!"

Mogu looked straight and said: "Who rescued him?"

The man said: "He is a knight-errant, we don't know his name."

Mogu said: "How is that man's martial arts?"

The man said: "It's not bad, none of us are his match, but no matter how powerful he is, he can't be as good as Uncle Shiyi!" At first, he spoke weakly and did not dare to speak loudly, but as he spoke, his voice continued to strengthen.

, which was full of flattery. As soon as he finished speaking, all the lamas kneeling on the ground said in unison: "Uncle Master, please eradicate that evil thief for all living beings. Don't let him underestimate us!"

Mogu waved his hand, beckoning them to get up, and said: "We will talk about this later, and I will not punish you today. Now we rush to Luoyang!" After saying that, he took the lead and walked along the path, followed closely by the young lamas.

Later.

Wu Jiezi was very confused when he heard their conversation, and he thought to himself, "Why on earth did these lamas attack these Beggar Clan disciples? Why are they so anxious to go to Luoyang? What happened in Luoyang?"

?" After the scene just now, he already knew that the lama named Mogu was very skilled in martial arts, so he didn't dare to move at will. He waited until they were a little farther away before he dared to walk out of the grass and follow them from a distance.

These lamas did not take any rest on the way. It could be said that they traveled day and night for seven consecutive days before arriving at the border of Henan. At noon on the ninth day, they finally arrived outside Luoyang City. When they arrived outside the city, they did not enter the city, but headed eastward.

He walked toward the suburbs. Wu Jiezi wanted to find out what was going on, so he followed him from a distance and was not in a hurry to enter the city. He walked along the suburban path for nearly ten miles before stopping. However, he saw a slightly older man.

The lama was sitting on the road meditating. When Mogu and others saw him, they hurried over to pay their respects. Mogu clasped his hands together and said, "Senior Brother, I kept you waiting."

The lama responded with a hum, opened his eyes, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said: "Junior brother, the two brothers have been waiting in the hut for a long time. Come with me." After saying that, he was about to leave, suddenly

He waved his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Mogu was puzzled and asked tentatively: "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

The lama raised his hand again to signal Mogu not to say more, as if he was concentrating on listening to something.

Wu Jiezi saw his actions from a distance and knew that his whereabouts had been exposed. He screamed in his heart, "I've met a strong opponent this time!". He was secretly blaming himself for accidentally moving a step just now. Just as he was muttering in his heart, he suddenly

Wu Jiezi was shocked when he felt a powerful force coming towards him. Without thinking much, he drew his sword and moved forward to protect his body. At the same time, he exerted force under his feet and stepped back several feet.

It turned out that when Wu Jiezi was distracted, the lama didn't know when to take action and slapped him with his palm.

The lama moved his palm quickly and wanted to defeat the enemy with one move. Unexpectedly, Wu Jiezi's extraordinary skill was so fast that he stopped after the palm missed. He clasped his hands together and said: "Old Na Dahui, who is the donor? Why is he sneaking behind? What is there?"

What’s the intention!?”

Wu Jiezi said: "I don't do anything wrong, why are you so nervous?" The implication was that they were doing shameful things. How could Da Hui not understand this meaning?

Yiqing's palms made a rattling noise with the force he gathered, obviously very angry.

At this time, the young lamas shouted: "Uncle, that boy saved those beggars!" Mogu was slightly surprised when he heard this, and hurriedly shouted to Dahui, "Brother, please don't let him go!"

After saying that, he ran up quickly, trying to catch one of them, wanting to kill Wu Jiezi immediately.

Da Hui was a little nervous when he heard Mogu's tone. He knew that the man in front of him could not stay. Before Mogu could come up, he had already pumped up his fists and hit Wu Jiezi with a whoosh sound. His move was extremely powerful.

Incomparably, Wu Jiezi felt the power of the punch from a distance, and knew that he was dealing a cruel blow, so he did not dare to be careless at all, and hurriedly raised the long sword upside down in front of his chest, with the blade pointed forward.

Da Hui was so fierce that he attacked in front of him in a blink of an eye. He suddenly stretched out two fingers to catch Wu Jiezi's sword.

Wu Jiezi seemed to have expected that he would do this. Just as he was changing his moves, he suddenly pulled out his long sword and slashed forward. The change of moves happened in the flash of lightning, and the speed was extremely fast. But he was still a step too slow.

The tip of the sword was still clamped tightly by Da Hui's two fingers. At the same time, Da Hui lightly patted the sword with his left hand, and then kicked Wu Jiezi in the lower abdomen.
To be continued...