Chapter 681 Master Takes Action (First Update)

The monk's appearance was so striking that the two imperial guards stared at him for a long time before they came to their senses.

The two were then horrified.

What did he say?

The boy who fought him for a long time and killed four of them, the Imperial Guards... was actually a girl?

Also, how did he know they were Imperial Guards from the Crown Prince's residence?

Where did he come from? Did he follow them or just happen to be passing by?

"Who exactly are you!" The leader gripped his long sword tightly.

He couldn't sense the other party's aura at all; either they had no martial arts skills, or their martial arts skills had reached a state of returning to simplicity. He glanced at the sword that had been knocked away and pinned to the tree.

The sword had a nick in it.

He looked around at the open space and found a green leaf stuck in the soil.

The leader's pupils dilated violently!

Could it be that the monk just knocked his sword away with a leaf?

They even managed to cripple him?

How terrifying must that internal energy be?

The monk smiled and said, "For a monk, the name is not worth mentioning."

Under the moonlight, his smile inexplicably carried a sinister and eerie feeling, causing the two Imperial Guards to feel a chill run down their spines.

What a load of bull!

I've never seen such a sinister monk!

A sense of dread crept into the leader's heart. He gripped his sword hilt, steadied himself, and coldly threatened, "Monk! This is none of your business! If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

"Sigh." The monk parted his thin lips slightly and sighed softly, saying, "We monks are compassionate, why must you two fight like this? Can't you talk things out?"

Another Imperial Guard pointed his sword and roared, "Who the hell wants to talk to you nicely! Either get out of my way, or I'll kill you too, you bald monk!"

"Oh?" The monk smiled faintly, then raised the hand with the string of prayer beads hanging from it, his slender fingertips tapping his delicate chin, as if deep in thought. "So, you want to kill me?"

Upon hearing this, the leader felt an increasingly strong sense of unease in his heart.

He couldn't fathom the monk's true strength at all!

The Imperial Guard scoffed, "Brother, don't waste your breath on him! Leave this guy to me! He knows who we are anyway, so we have to silence him!"

As he spoke, he gazed at the monk, whose beauty seemed otherworldly under the moonlight, and said fiercely, "Remember in your next life not to meddle in other people's business! Die—"

He rushed toward the monk, and when he was ten steps away from the monk, he suddenly leaped up, gripped the sword hilt with both hands in mid-air, and slashed fiercely at the monk!

This is the kind of thing that would split a monk in two!

"Stop—" The leader reached out, trying to stop him, but it was too late; his sword came crashing down.

The monk looked up at the Imperial Guards attacking from mid-air, gently curled the corners of his lips, raised his left hand (which was not holding the prayer beads), and lightly flicked his fingertips.

"What's going on? My sword..." The Imperial Guard felt a force as vast as the ocean strike his sword. Half of his body went numb instantly, and he was violently thrown away by the terrifying force!

He fell heavily to the ground, sliding a full foot deep and ten feet long, until he finally stopped at the feet of the leader.

Not half an inch more, not half an inch less.

Everything is under perfect control.

"Big...Big Brother..." He spat out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot.

The leader stared in disbelief at the Imperial Guard who had been killed in a single move, his eyes widening in horror.

Not all members of the Embroidered Uniform Guard were suicide agents, but all six of them were.

The assassin was braver and more fearless than ordinary people, and never backed down in battle. However, for the first time in his life, he had the thought of retreating.

hateful!

Where did this monk come from?

It's one thing to have an invincible kid first, but how come we have such a freakish expert?

His eyes darted around as he suppressed a tremor that seemed to come from his very soul: "I won't fight anymore! Let me go!"

The monk smiled and said, "Okay."

The leader turned around and ran away!

The monk smiled gently, pointed his finger at the departing figure, and a powerful internal force, as if it were a tangible substance, pierced through the man's heart!

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and a spurt of blood flew before his eyes. He opened his mouth wide in disbelief and collapsed forward violently.

He ground down a large patch of grass before finally stopping, after which his whole body trembled and his energy in his dantian rapidly dissipated.

"Why...why didn't you promise...to let me...go..."

The monk walked over casually, looked down at him, and said, "I did promise to let you go, but I didn't say I'd let you leave alive."

"You... fuck..." The leader breathed his last.

The monk raised an eyebrow and came to Gu Jiao's side again.

Gu Jiao fainted, her face buried in the grass, lying on the ground like a sad little frog.

The monk remarked with a sigh, "To be able to kill four, that's really not bad."

...

Gu Jiao was awakened by the crackling sound of firewood exploding. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a dilapidated temple. Spider webs hung from the Buddha statues and the beams, and she didn't know how long it had been since anyone had been there.

The aroma of meat filled her nostrils, a truly mouthwatering scent.

Someone was grilling meat; the sound just now came from the pile of firewood.

"woke up?"

A lazy male voice rang out from behind the woodpile.

The voice sounded familiar, as if I'd heard it somewhere before.

Gu Jiao's first reaction was to sit up and regain her guard.

Then she saw the monk behind the fire.

"It's you?"

Isn't this the handsome monk I saw in the countryside back then?

She went up the mountain to find the abbot, and on the way she met a monk who had fallen into a trap. What impressed her most was how handsome the monk was, and what impressed her second most was how eccentric the monk was.

The monk was bitten by a poisonous snake, and then he killed the snake.

Gu Jiao blinked, staring intently at him: "Why did you come to the State of Yan?"

While grilling the meat, the monk asked, "How can you be sure this is the State of Yan?"

"Huh?" Gu Jiao was taken aback. "I've returned to Zhao Kingdom?"

"Hahaha!" The monk suddenly burst into laughter.

Gu Jiao didn't find anything funny. She stood up to check her condition. Her injuries had been treated with wound medicine and were healing well; she was fine now.

She looked around again. She had just been sleeping on a pile of hay, with her little basket and her red-tasseled spear lying at her feet.

She clearly remembered that there were eight braids on the red-tasseled spear, but now there were ten.

Could it have been done by this monk?

Do all monks have a habit of braiding their hair?

"Those two people, are they dead?" Gu Jiao remembered that there were two Imperial Guards left before she fainted.

“He’s dead,” the monk said.

"Oh, okay." Gu Jiao didn't ask how the two people died.

The monk didn't say anything either.

Gu Jiao asked again, "Where is this? How long have I been asleep?"

The monk said, "You've been sleeping for five days near the place where you fainted."

Gu Jiao asked strangely, "Why did I sleep for so long?"

Surely her injuries don't warrant sleeping for so many days?

The monk shrugged: "How would I know?"

Gu Jiao rummaged through the first-aid kit in her medicine box, checked the medicines, and her lips twitched. "You made me swallow the whole bottle of sedatives?"

The monk suddenly realized and said, "Is that a sedative? Ah, there's no name label on your bottle. You had a high fever, and I applied your wound medicine to you, but you were still burning up like a little furnace, so I had to find some medicine for you to take. It seems to be medicine after all. I was worried that I had made a mistake."

Gu Jiao's face darkened instantly.

You didn't even know if what was in the bottle was medicine, yet you poured dozens of pills into my mouth. Could you really be any more unreliable?

The monk turned the rabbit on the shelf over, took out a small bamboo tube from his wide sleeve, removed the lid, and sprinkled some salt on the rabbit meat: "Look, I didn't forget to add salt this time."

Gu Jiao had almost forgotten about this incident. The monk had fallen into her trap because of a rabbit. She thought he was trying to save the rabbit, but he killed and roasted it without saying a word.

She once suspected he was a fake monk, and she still does to this day.

Gu Jiao looked around; she was a little thirsty. "Is there any water?"

The monk tossed her a water pouch.

Gu Jiao took it; it was empty.

The monk said, "There's a stream outside the back gate of the temple. Take this to fetch water."

Gu Jiao said, "Then I can drink even without a water bag."

The monk glanced at Gu Jiao and said matter-of-factly, "I asked you to give me some."

Gu Jiao: "..."

What an obnoxious monk!

Gu Jiao took the water bag to the backyard to fetch water.

The monk watched her walk briskly and narrowed his alluring peach blossom eyes slightly: "You've recovered really quickly."

When Gu Jiao returned after drinking her water, she tossed him the water pouch that had been filled with water.

He reached out and took it, smiling, "Thank you."

He was already handsome, and with that radiant smile, everyone would be captivated by him.

If a monk were to try to save all sentient beings in this manner, all sentient beings would fall into demonic possession.

Gu Jiao squatted down opposite the monk, grabbed a small dry twig and drew circles on the ground while waiting for the roasted rabbit.

She asked the monk several questions, and he answered all of them except for the question of how he came to the State of Yan.

There are only two ways to come to the Yan Kingdom: one is to have an official travel permit, and the other is to be branded as a slave.

I don't know which category the monk belongs to.

"Are you from Zhao or Yan?" Gu Jiao asked.

"What does it matter?" the monk asked with a smile.

Gu Jiao thought about it seriously for a moment: "Oh, no."

She continued drawing circles.

The monk continued grilling the meat.

The meat smells delicious.

Gu Jiao was really hungry.

(End of this chapter)