Chapter 157: The Great Monk and the Wonderful Scholar (Extra chapter for the name Jiuyou!)

On the ancient warship, the voice of the white-robed monk was extremely gentle, like the wind in a bamboo forest.

If he was not standing in a pool of blood, he would really be like a great monk who had fallen into this corrupt world.

Unfortunately, he was standing among countless broken limbs, on a deck covered in blood mist and filled with the smell of blood, which made him look more charming.

The camera David brought in recorded everything, and the terrifying gap between the extraordinary and the mortal was instantly revealed.

Even a person holding an automatic rifle is still a joke in front of Chaofan.

The soldiers didn't even have the chance to fight back in front of the white-robed monk Bujie. A casual blow from him was enough to shatter even the hardest bones of a person.

This monk in white was originally gentle and polite, but when he started to fight, he became extremely violent.

The blood flowing on the deck of the ancient warship vaguely hinted at the white-robed monk's methods. These soldiers were afraid that they could not even utter a word of "no" now.

Countless comments popped up in an instant. The combination of the gentleness of the white-robed monk and the iron fist of truth was such a huge contrast.

"This monk is so fierce!"

"It's really fierce."

"These soldiers probably have never seen such a fierce man in their lives."

"Don't even mention that my head is buzzing from the beating. My head is almost shattered."

"As expected, those with big fists can do whatever they want. The soldiers were so arrogant before, but evildoers will always be punished by their own evildoers!"

"I guess even the bones have been ground into powder now."

Of course, there is also the chairman of the Appearance Association who frantically typed "handsome" on the public screen.

"This monk is so handsome!"

"What's so cool about that? If the master knew that you dared to have sex with him, he would scatter your ashes and save the soul of a dragon."

………

On the bloody ground, the white-robed monk looked around. No one dared to say "no" to him. The soldiers cried bitterly and almost knelt on the ground and called him daddy.

Facts have proved that under the iron fist of truth, no one can resist to the end.

"Amitabha!"

Bujie clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, and showed a look of compassion.

Just when Qiao Yuanshan thought the monk was going to recite a sutra to pray for the soul to be reborn, the white-robed monk Bujie turned around and said:

"What are you still looking at, benefactor?"

"They are very willing to send us out now, why don't you hurry up and don't waste their precious time."

Qiao Yuanshan suddenly felt that he didn't know what to say.

Sure enough, worldviews are meant to be broken.

When he walked dazedly to the side of the white-robed demon monk Bujie, the white-robed monk Bujie turned his head and looked at Yi Su and said:

"Miss Yisu, would you like to come with us?"

Yi Su was standing on the boat at this time, the veil on her body was blown by the breeze, revealing her graceful figure, and her pale face looked even more delicate. Upon hearing this, she opened her red lips and said:

"No, I'm afraid you might do something bad during the trip."

Her voice sounded like a laugh and a scold, and was naturally charming.

After Yi Su finished speaking, she leaped off the ancient warship. A huge black bird flew up from the sea under the ship, caught her steadily, and soared into the sky.

"See you someday, little monk!"

However, in the blink of an eye, Yi Su had disappeared in the scarlet mist, but the soft and lingering voice seemed to still echo in everyone's ears.

"Alas, I am a monk, how can I not trust you?"

The white-robed monk Bujie shook his head, turned around and looked at the soldiers and said, "Lead the way! Don't play tricks anymore. I am in a good mood today. It would be bad if we kill more people."

When the white-robed monk said the word "kill evil", the soldiers could clearly see their bodies tremble.

In an instant, a series of identical words flew up in the barrage: "I'm sorry for killing someone!"

It seems to be speaking for the white-robed monk.

After the white-robed monk Bujie walked away, Lin Qingsheng looked at him and said, "Let's go out and take a look. Ming's war is still much more important than treasure hunting. The ancient warships here can't escape, but the results of Ming's war may be easier with us."

From the moment Lin Qingsheng heard that the Ming Dynasty had declared war, images of the Ming Dynasty's war filled his mind.

It is generally acknowledged that the Ming Dynasty was not good at naval warfare. Even though there has been some progress in recent years, it is still not at an advantage.

If it's submarines, that's fine, but there are more than just submarines on the ocean.

It takes at least ten years to master the tactics of cooperating with aircraft carriers.

At this time, the only option is to take the enemy by surprise.

Or rely on spatial distance to make up for the advantage, so as to win the battle.

But losses are inevitable.

If there are extraordinary people joining in, it will be completely different. The limit of extraordinary people at the level of Qi training and returning to the spirit is two thousand times that of humans. Coupled with the wonderful use of Qi body and divine thoughts, as long as they can attack the mothership.

Then the people above will have almost no choice, you can't blow up your own mothership!

However, this time Lin Qingsheng brought out all the extraordinary people of the Ming Dynasty who had practiced Qigong and restored their spirits.

So, he felt he had to go back.

Daoyi thought for a moment after hearing this and said, "Okay, but we still have to try to keep this thing in Ming Dynasty."

Daoyi knew very well that there were probably many treasures left on the Yuan Dynasty warships at that time. After all, they had destroyed so many countries at that time.

If these things were there when countless powerful people were born, they might not be a big deal.

But for the current Ming Dynasty, these things need to be fought for.

Even if we cannot get it, we cannot let it fall outside the Ming Dynasty.

"Let Dao Er go and inform the various factions. We will follow you to join the battle."

"Okay!" Lin Qingsheng thought for a moment and then agreed.

Immediately, the Ming people began to retreat.

David hesitated for a moment as he watched the people leaving, and ultimately did not enter the extremely dark cabin. After all, he felt that he might not be able to broadcast live if he went in.

Therefore, he planned to withdraw first and see if there was a chance to go to the Yellow Sea battlefield.

While David was explaining his ideas to the audience, he carried the bleeding Japanese soldier on his back and returned to the life raft.

"Are you going back?"

A faint light appeared in the eyes of the Japanese soldier, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

David nodded, put the equipment away, and turned around to adjust the position.

Above the black sea, a huge tail fin suddenly rose from the water, and in an instant the shadow covered the sky.

The next moment, the tail fin snapped.

The Japanese soldier almost flew off the life raft, but although he did not fly out, his wounds were soaked by black water, and it was as if he was bitten by countless ants, and black gas came out.

The whole person feels like being dissolved.

The Japanese soldier stared at his legs blankly and muttered to himself: "It turns out... I'm fake."

The next second, the Japanese soldiers shrank up in an instant, turned into smoke and drifted in the scarlet blood mist.

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(End of this chapter)