Chapter 145: True Monarch Qingxuan is a living god
For many days, Hou Tonghai has been in the same boat through thick and thin, sharing life and death. Hou Tonghai has formed a deep friendship with this little girl. He has already recognized her in his heart. He truly feels that he represents the lifelong martial arts inheritance of the Yellow River Gang. It would be unreasonable to pass it on to this girl.
deficit.
It is absolutely impossible to find a Han in the Western Regions, and my own martial arts is far inferior to that of Quanzhen. If I teach it to Quanzhen's disciples, they may not look down on it, so it is better to pass them on to this girl. From now on, the Yellow River Gang will
The inheritance doesn't count as being cut off once it's in your own hands.
Hou Tonghai's idea of taking Joyce as his disciple gradually became firmer. The two discussed it for a while and realized that they had to leave the continent by boat.
However, Hou Tonghai said that his clothes were different from those of the locals, and he didn't understand the language. If he showed his face, he would probably be hunted down by the Holy See within a short time. Joyce had already changed her clothes at this time, and she looked like the locals.
Almost like a little country girl.
So Joyce ran to the port with some silver and gold coins, and asked about the ships leaving the port. She learned that there was only one ship leaving the fastest, and it was not going to Athens and Constantinople, but to Sicily to pick up passengers.
and material.
Worried that she would be overtaken by the Vatican's pursuers if she delayed any longer, Joyce felt that although Grandpa Hou's martial arts was also very powerful, it was much inferior to her two grandfathers. If two or three hundred people caught up with her,
The two of them were afraid they wouldn't be able to leave.
So Joyce immediately decided to pay the ship fare, and then bought a robe and hat for Hou Tonghai to dress up. She said that Hou Tonghai was a leper. Since Hou Tonghai had horns on his head, just showing his forehead could convince people that he was extremely ugly.
of lepers.
A few hours later, Joyce and Hou Tonghai boarded the merchant ship without any danger.
Soon the ship left the port and entered the sea. Hou Tonghai and Joyce stayed on the ship for most of the day before arriving at Palermo, the largest port in Sicily and the capital of the Kingdom of Sicily. This is not only an ancient capital, but also a historical place.
A famous cultural city with a long history, it is also one of the important transit points for Mediterranean trade and shipping.
According to Joyce's understanding, Sicily is a large island with a long history, and it was also the residence of the Knights Templar after they lost Jerusalem, so it can be regarded as another key holy place of the Holy See.
However, with the loss of Jerusalem, many of the Knights Templar's elite and three leaders died in the Holy War in Jerusalem. As a result, the Knights' high-end combat power has been seriously insufficient in the past thirty years. Over the years, it has been in decline.
What a sense of existence.
After Hou Tonghai learned these things from Joyce, he smiled and said: "It's a pity that the home base of the Knights Templar is not in the Vatican in Rome. Otherwise, several of the masters would have died in Avanti and those few masters."
It’s in human hands.”
Joyce thought of the tragic scene of Ulf's attack, and also recalled the terrifying scene when Afanti and Qingxuan Zhenjun were fighting, like gods and demons descending to earth. He felt uneasy in his heart and nodded: "Yes, Grandpa Hou,
Qingxuan Zhenjun and Afanti's martial arts are as high as gods. Let alone the Knights Templar, aren't my grandfather and Ulf also dead? I think it was the military strength of the Holy Crusaders during the Eastern Expedition.
I'm afraid it won't be of any use to them and they will have no choice but to die."
Hou Tonghai laughed and said: "That's natural. A great master can be said to be the enemy of ten thousand people. With martial arts like Qingxuan Zhenjun, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is invincible to ten thousand people."
The two of them got off the boat while talking. Joyce inquired for a long time before she found out that it would take two days to wait for the merchant ship to Constantinople, so the two of them found a hotel in the city of Lemo.
Stayed.
That night, Hou Tonghai was sleeping soundly when he suddenly heard a loud laugh outside the house. He immediately sat up and said suspiciously, "Why does it sound like the voice of Mr. Qingxuan? Could it be that he is here too?"
Along with the laughter came a passage. Hou Tonghai frowned as he listened, but he could only understand a few words such as "Pope" and "Death".
Just as he was wondering, Joyce's voice came from outside the door: "Grandpa Hou, I hear the voice of Lord Qingxuan."
Hou Tonghai hurriedly opened the door and asked, "What did Zhenjun Qingxuan say?"
"What the old man said was Latin, which means, 'Most of the Popes and Bishops of the Holy See of Rome are dead. Instead of hiding and lingering and slowly developing, you dare to intercept and kill this poor man on the way. It is really ridiculous. Today, this poor man is here to give you something."
I’ll give you some good gifts so that you can know the methods of the Quanzhen Sect.”
Hou Tonghai laughed and said: "It must be the Templar Knights in Sicily who heard about Ulf and Avanti killing the Pope and Temple guards in the Vatican. But after the real murderer died, they
I found True Lord Qingxuan and pissed off his old man, why don't I just make them look good?"
When the voice first hit my ears, it still sounded nearby, but when I spoke the last few words, it seemed to have gone very far away.
Because everyone around the Holy See speaks Latin, and the common language in Europe is Latin. Hou Tonghai has also learned a lot of Latin from Joyce these days. He recalled that the sound he heard just now did mean this, and
He praised: "Qingxuan Zhenjun's pronunciation is really standard, and his voice is very loud. He is worthy of being a living god. He is a hundred times better than Lao Hou in everything he learns."
Hou Tonghai muttered and stood up immediately, and sneered: "Good words can't persuade a damned person, and great mercy can't save others. Hey, these short-sighted people dare to provoke Zhenjun Qingxuan, aren't they going to die?"
With that said, Hou Tonghai told Joyce to stay calm, then put on her coat and went out.
Although Hou Tonghai was extremely confident in Lin Qingxuan, he believed that not to mention Europe and the Western Regions, the person in the world who could hurt Lin Qingxuan was probably not born yet.
However, it was related to the honor and disgrace of our religion, and since Lord Qingxuan came to clean up the Knights Templar, Hou Tonghai was prepared to follow the news and take a look.
Lin Qingxuan's shouting voice was not very loud, but Hou Tonghai had profound skills and was quite sensitive to Lin Qingxuan's voice. Although there was still some noise interference in Palermo at night, Hou Tonghai still heard the sound in the direction it was going.
He recognized that he was heading towards the tall and towering Norman Palace in the center of the city.
So Hou Tonghaiyun started his Qinggong and walked quickly. After a while, he arrived in front of the Norman Royal Palace. In front of the magnificent palace were the two more luxurious and majestic ancient churches, the Palatine Cathedral and the Palamo Cathedral.
From a distance, Hou Tonghai saw in front of the palace gate illuminated by the bright moon, a dozen tall and majestic Templar knights wielding broadswords, hammers, flails and other weapons, surrounding a tall and thin Taoist man wearing a green robe.
Under the moonlight, Hou Tonghai looked intently, but if it wasn't Master Qingxuan, who could it be?
Hou Tonghai stepped forward quickly, but saw Master Qingxuan waving his hands. The Templar Knights seemed to have been hit on acupuncture points. They could not move or dodge before being hit by invisible palm force. They were all like people under a tornado.
Like wheat straw, it fell down piece by piece.
Master Qingxuan only struck a few palms, but the dozens of Templar Knights who stood there like iron towers with their eyes like lightning in the dark night fell silently.
From Hou Tonghai's perspective, they were all masters with superb external skills. Even if they fought alone, he might not be sure of victory. However, so many masters were wearing iron armor, but under the palm of Zhenjun Qingxuan, they were like paper.
Yes, grassy.
After everyone fell down, some cold air blew in front of Hou Tonghai along with the breeze. He felt a chill in his heart, knowing that it was Master Qingxuan who used the Yin door when he fought with Ulf and Afanti.
With Zhihan's magical skills, these Templar Knights would probably have been frozen into popsicles.
After arriving in Sicily, Hou Tonghai and Joyce first inquired about the situation on the island when they stayed at the hotel. They also learned that the Norman palace and the two cathedrals were the current headquarters of the Templars.
It is said that the Templar Knights defended the Imperial City, the capital of the Kingdom of Sicily, and actually used the wealth of the country to support the Knights Templar.
Therefore, there are not only hundreds of Templars in the two cathedrals, but also dozens of old Templars who are said to have returned to the island from Jerusalem after the loss of Jerusalem. These Templars have excellent swordsmanship and superb external skills. It is said that they are the Holy See.
One of the best in the game.
But now these masters faced the palm of True Monarch Qingxuan, no matter they were old or young, high in martial arts or weak in martial arts, they were all treated equally, their hearts and limbs froze, and they collapsed suddenly.
Hou Tonghai was surprised, and the guards in the palace were even frightened.
For people in the Kingdom of Sicily, the Templars are not only people with outstanding martial arts skills in the Holy See, but also well-known nobles and big shots in the clouds. But now the few remaining Templars encounter this man who is said to be the Quanzhen of the East.
But all the Taoist wizards died silently.
The guards in the palace and the Templar retinues lined up in front of the church were originally going to follow the Templars to besiege Lin Qingxuan, but when they saw this mysterious oriental man, they just waved their hands gently, and then there was the biting cold wind.
A cold feeling spread throughout the air, and then the Templar Knights with outstanding skills fell silently.
All the knights' retinue looked like they had seen a ghost.
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Their understanding is that they do not believe that there is such a magical power that cannot be seen by the naked eye in the world, and they think that the wizards from the East have used some kind of terrible witchcraft and magic.
Lin Qingxuan saw that everyone dared to come forward again, so he took out a cloth bag from behind, shook it open with his hand, and more than ten silver crosses fell out, with words engraved on each cross.
Everyone knows that this is the status symbol of every Templar knight. This Eastern wizard dropped more than ten silver crosses, which means that the Templar knights who went to protect St. Peter's Basilica in Rome have been killed by him.
The followers realized a terrible fact, that is, the knights of the Templar Order who suppressed Europe and suppressed the Tianfang Sect all seemed to have died at the hands of the Eastern Lord Qingxuan. He had already destroyed the Knights Templar.
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Thinking of this, the servants were naturally frightened to death. After seeing the cross, the guards guarding the palace hurriedly closed the city gate tightly and used wooden sticks to block the gate, lest this wizard from the East would become a demon.
The night wolf transformed into a demon and tore apart the city gates, rushed into the city and ate everyone like biscuits.
Lin Qingxuan said in standard Latin: "These are the Templars who ran to Lido di Roman Port to intercept and kill me. Their martial arts are pretty good, but their eyesight is too bad. The ones who killed your Pope and Bishop were clearly Ulf and Avanti."
, What are you looking for? If they don’t listen to my advice, I will send them to your paradise to enjoy happiness.”
Lin Qingxuan's words were calm and emotionless, but the guards in the palace and the hundreds of retinues in front of the cathedral were so frightened that their hair stood on end.
"Isn't the purpose of your Universalist conversion and practice to go to heaven and enjoy the blessings? Now that all the Knights Templar have been sent to heaven by poor Taoists, who else wants to go?"
Lin Qingxuan grinned and laughed heartily as he spoke, but everyone couldn't help but shudder after hearing this.
Some of the subordinates yelled and threw down their weapons and ran away. Then, like an avalanche, the other subordinates also rushed to escape. In a moment, there were only swords and armor left in front of the two cathedrals, and there was no one left.
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A white flag also appeared on the palace castle and waved, and then a trembling voice came out: "His Majesty the Pope of the East, our Majesty the Kingdom of Sicily, please let me tell you that we are willing to surrender, and please give the Kingdom's support."
It's decent, how much money do you need, we will prepare it for you..."
Hou Tonghai laughed after hearing this, but Lin Qingxuan turned a deaf ear and turned to look at Hou Tonghai in the night, asking: "Old Hou, what are you doing so sneakily?"
Hou Tonghai bowed forward and said: "I heard the true king's voice, so I followed you. I didn't expect these Templar Knights to be so bold and dare to attack and intercept you. Let me see, these guys are really
The birthday boy hangs himself - he is looking for death!"
Lin Qingxuan asked: "Why are you here? Why are you here too?"
Hou Tonghai hurriedly buried everyone in Afanti according to the instructions of the true king, and then rescued Robin Hood's granddaughter Joyce who was being chased by the Holy See. Then the two disguised themselves and fled south, and later took a boat to Sicily.
The matter was explained in detail.
Lin Qingxuan nodded and said: "Although your martial arts are not top-notch in the world, there are probably not many people in the Holy See who can surpass you in martial arts. If you had escaped alone, you would have passed Constantinople long ago.
Come on, you insist on walking with that woman, maybe you have fallen in love with her?"
Hou Tonghai waved his hands repeatedly and said with a smile: "Zhenjun is making fun of you. Lao Hou, I just thought that girl was pitiful, and seeing that she had excellent bones, I wanted to pass on the martial arts of the Huanghe Gang, so I had the idea of accepting her as my disciple."
, then..."
Lin Qingxuan thought for a moment and said with a smile: "That woman has a good foundation in martial arts, and her qualifications are indeed good. If she can really learn the martial arts of your Huanghe Gang, she will be better than her masters."
Hou Tonghai chuckled, then pointed at the frozen Templars lying on the ground, and said: "Since you, Zhenjun, have taken this action, I think the Holy See has been completely defeated."
Lin Qingxuan stroked his beard and said: "It is unforgivable to have done something wrong to you. I was riding Avanti's donkey, and I was going to take a boat at the Lido di Roman port, but I met a dozen old guys from the Knights Templar, who wanted to kill me when they came up.
I, alas, I didn’t realize that the donkey was also killed by them, so I had no choice but to send them back to the west.
Thinking that Sicily still has a fucking nest, I found a fishing boat and forced the fisherman to send me to the island. I thought I was going to show some tricks to make the guys from the Templars be more honest. Unexpectedly, they heard the news and came out directly.
They besieged me, so I had no choice but to send them to be reunited with Jesus.
I originally wanted to show less punishment, but I didn’t expect that I still started to kill, hehe..."
Hou Tonghai didn't understand the Taoist principle of valuing life, let alone persuading people to do good. He thought to himself: Just kill, isn't it good to kill?
However, seeing that Lin Qingxuan couldn't bear it, he hurriedly snorted, stared at the palace and said: "Zhenjun, are you still using your magic to destroy this palace? I don't think the emperor of Sicily is a good bird either!"
Lin Qingxuan shook his head slightly and said: "Monks should not shout and kill easily. These people have never provoked me, so please spare them."
Hou Tonghai bowed and said: "True Lord is merciful. Hey, the Holy See and the Templars are the best. In the future, our Quanzhen Sect will also have convenience in preaching in Europe. The rest are just juniors who are proficient in martial arts. I
I estimate that when three generations of Taoist priests come, they will be able to suppress the Holy See."
Lin Qingxuan was noncommittal and said: "Then it depends on the methods of the successive palace masters of the Western Region Yuqing Palace. I will return to China soon. You have a good life preaching in Kiev. If you achieve results, you will be considered to have accumulated good deeds. You can return to China
The earth provides for old age.”
Hou Tonghai was overjoyed, knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you so much, True Lord."
Lin Qingxuan flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked slowly with his hands behind his back.
Hou Tonghai got up and followed hurriedly, and soon they reached the beach.
At this time, the moonlight was hazy and the sea breeze was pleasant. Looking at the waves in the distance, one after another, pushing to the shore one after another, making a sound of Hera Hera, Hou Tonghai knew that it was a long tide.
Lin Qingxuan waved his right hand lightly, and a soft force rolled out. In the distance, a slender reed-like reed with spotted leaves suddenly flew out from the estuary tidal flat, as if it was pulled up by an invisible big hand.
It flew into Lin Qingxuan's hand. He nodded with satisfaction and said: "The power of this brush is not bad."
Hou Tonghai stared with big eyes and said in surprise: "Could this be the long-lost magical skill of capturing dragons and controlling cranes?"
Lin Qingxuan thought for a while and said, "It's pretty much the same."
As he spoke, Lin Qingxuan threw the reed bamboo in his hand toward the sea. The reed bamboo was about nine feet long. Although it was much lighter than a bamboo pole, it flew out faster than an arrow from a powerful bow and crossbow.
It went up three minutes and landed on the sea more than ten feet away with the sound of the wind.
Hou Tonghai was wondering when he saw Lin Qingxuan suddenly flew up with a roar, his Taoist robes fluttering like a flying kite and an eagle, and landed on the reed bamboo floating on the sea.
The hollow and light reed bamboo in the middle would probably fall to the bottom of the sea even if it was tied with a palm-sized stone, but Lin Qingxuan stood on the reed bamboo and did not sink at all, including himself and the reed sutra.
Hou Tonghai looked at Zhenjun Qingxuan standing on the reeds with his hands behind his back. His feet were on top of the reeds one after the other. The reeds under his feet looked like swimming fish. Under the moonlight, they turned into the sword of Li Xian and swung.
He sprang out, carried Master Qingxuan on his back and went away on the sea.
Under the moonlight, the sparkling sea surface and the little droplets of water thrown off by the rapid advancement of Lu Zhu became a shocking sight that Hou Tonghai would never forget.
Hou Tonghai's brain was roaring, and he could not close his mouth for a long time.
After a long time, he finally came to his senses. He felt his mouth and tongue were dry. He coughed twice and shouted in a hoarse voice: "This...is this Mr. Qingxuan, has he really become a god? Yes, Mr. Zhen."
He is a living god!
According to legend, Patriarch Damo crossed the river with a reed, which seems to be no longer a myth. Didn’t Qingxuan Zhenjun cross the sea with a reed?
I'm afraid he must have extraordinary magical skills, and he must have mastered the skills of a golden immortal on land to be able to do such a thing. Oh my god, I never thought that I, the old Hou, would be blessed to witness this magical skill. It's really like smoke rising from the graves of my ancestors."