Near the entrance of the Yellow Canal on the south side of Qujiang Pool in Chang'an City, dozens of Yuancong guards wearing armor were waving their weapons and rushing towards a ship stuck between two willow trees.

An old monk wearing monk's robes and covering his face, with a white beard still showing from under the hood, stood on the bow of the boat. Looking at the Yuan Cong guards rushing up, he couldn't help but clasping his hands and thinking helplessly.

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"

Following the words, the old monk took a step forward, and his body appeared on the bow of the ship like a ghost. His skinny palm swayed slightly and slapped the chest of a Yuancong guard who had just rushed onto the ship.

boom!

After a soft sound, the Yuan Cong Imperial Guard who was hit suddenly let out a scream, and his body flew straight back, disappearing into the night.

"Monk Zhixi..."

Fu Yi looked at the old monk's movements with a cold look in his eyes.

"How dare you arrest me!"

"Fu Lingyin..."

The old monk said to Fu Yi in a rough voice.

"These things are the property of my Lotus. Aren't you afraid that the gods and Buddhas will blame you if you hold them with open fire like this?"

“The gods and Buddhas are to blame?”

Fu Yi lifted his beard and laughed.

"I have acted upright throughout my life. Even if I die, I will just return to the green mountains and white clouds. I am afraid of being blamed by some gods and Buddhas! And..."

Fu Yi flicked his fingers, and a flying talisman flew out from between his fingers and hit the masked old monk.

"You yourselves are not even afraid of retribution by spreading rumors and slandering me for seizing brother Wang Kui's wife. Even if your evil Buddha blames me, what do I have to fear?"

Looking at the flying talisman that Fu Yi called, the old monk avoided the flying talisman with his body without even thinking about it.

The flying talisman flew past the old monk's body and hit the roof of Yan Zunxiancha's cabin.

boom!

The flying talisman burst into flames, and the sound was like thunder. The four or five boxes in the cabin were pushed by the bursting airflow, and rolled down with a clanking sound.

A box cage placed on the top rolled all the way, rolled down the slightly tilted deck of the ship, and hit the embankment next to the Yellow Canal. It shattered and disintegrated. The gold and jewels contained in it also rolled out of the box.

.

"Bros……"

After seeing those golden jewels and treasures appearing, Qingche Captain Wu Junya's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved the long knife in his hand.

"Did you see those treasures? If you want to get promoted and make a fortune, just follow this captain!"

Behind him, the Yuancong guards, who were stimulated by the treasures on the ground, instantly became highly motivated and rushed forward, waving their weapons and shouting.

Behind them, Wu Junya took advantage of the rising momentum and suddenly swung his sword.

"Moveless as a mountain!"

Following his words, the bodies of these Yuan Cong guards shone slightly.

The masked old monk sighed, took a step back, and dodged a shot aimed at him. Then he flicked his robe sleeve without hesitation and hit the face of a soldier next to him who was trying to slash him with a knife.

boom!

The body of the soldier who failed in the sneak attack somersaulted in the air, fell from the boat, and hit the ground with a snap, but then he immediately jumped up again and continued to charge upwards with the knife.

"well!"

The masked old monk let out a sigh.

"Since you are so forced to do so, don't blame the old monk for being ruthless."

As he said that, the old monk clenched his fist and pointed his skinny fist at the Yuancong guards who were rushing towards them.

"Vajra!"

boom!

The old monk made a false punch, and the shadow of a vajra flashed in front of his fist.

Boo!

The few soldiers of the Yuan Cong Imperial Guard who bore the brunt of the attack seemed to have been hit by a car, and they danced and flew away behind them.

"Diamond Legs!"

The old monk turned around and swept his legs, and a strong wind shot out. Several soldiers on the side also fell from the boat as if they had been hit hard.

"Don't be arrogant, thief..."

Wu Junya, the captain of the light carriage, gave a soft shout, rushed up from the side, and slashed the old monk's body with the horizontal knife in his hand.

"Invasion is like fire!"

"King Kong Powerful!"

The old monk turned slightly to avoid the opponent's knife, and then kicked him in the ribs.

Click!

With a slight sound, Wu Junya's body spun in circles in the air, flew out like a hot wheel, and hit a willow tree nearby with a bang.

"Monk Zhixi, you are brave..."

Fu Yi's face was filled with frost, and he appeared beside the old monk in a flash. With a flick of his finger, a talisman appeared.

"town!"

The next moment, a string of rosary beads on the wrist of the masked old monk floated up.

"break!"

boom!

A loud bang exploded from between Fu Yi and the old monk, as if a bomb had been detonated on the Xiancha. The strong wind twisted wantonly from the center to the surroundings, and several cages in the cabin were directly hit by this.

A shock wave tore it apart, and another box of gold beads scattered out of the box, being blown around by the raging wind.

Then, the masked old monk's eyes swept over several other torn empty boxes, and his body was instantly stunned.

He is very familiar with these boxes, because there are secret marks left by him on them, and the magic weapons of the Fahua Sect should be stored in them. However, the boxes are still here, but the magic weapons inside are missing.

"How can this be……"

…

While Fu Yi and the masked old monk were fighting fiercely, on the other side of Qujiang Pool near Furong Garden, a small submarine made of all wood emerged from the water silently.

puff!

A bald head emerged from the water, and then another bald head surfaced next to him...

After more than ten seconds, a total of about ten bald heads emerged from the water. The last one to surface was an old monk with a white beard. It was the great monk Zhixi who had just gone to cast a spell to protect Ji Zang.

After Monk Zhixi emerged from the water, he turned his ears and listened to the other side of the fog, that is, in the direction of Huangqu.

'Well, Fu Yi indeed intercepted the great monk Jizang at the entrance of Huangqu...'

Listening to the explosions and shouts of death coming from the direction of Huangqu, a somewhat sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Monk Zhixi's mouth.

'Finally, the old monk did not disappoint him by deliberately releasing the news that he would leave Chang'an with a large amount of belongings. He also secretly informed Fu Yi and asked Fu Yi to set up an ambush at the entrances of Huangqu and Qujiang Pool.'

While thinking in his heart, the great monk Zhixi clasped his hands in the direction of Huangqu in the water and bowed slightly.

'Master Ji Zang, you were once considered a disciple of our Fahua Sect. Now it's time for you to be loyal to our Fahua Sect. If you are lucky enough to escape Fu Yi's pursuit, then you can betray our Fahua Sect.

, let’s settle the matter of trying to get involved in my clan’s ritual weapon slowly.'

"Disciples..."

After confirming that everything was going according to his design, Monk Zhixi climbed ashore calmly, turned around and grabbed this crudely made thing with his hands, which was more like a sealable round water tank than a submarine.

"Drag this wooden relic ashore and take out the magic weapon inside!"

"yes!"

After the remaining ten or so monks agreed, they immediately separated into two teams. One team climbed up to the shore and started to drag it, while the other team pushed the round water tank onto the shore from underwater.

Snapped!

Monk Zhixi struck a big hole in the shell of the round water tank with one palm strike.

"Everyone follows the schedule and takes out the magic weapon!"

Next, the monks who had just pushed the wooden relic from the Qujiang Pond walked to the side of the wooden relic one by one, took out either slender or flat packages from the gap, and carried them on their backs.

on the back.

After the last magic weapon was taken out, Monk Zhixi flicked it with his hand, and the empty wooden relic rolled twice on the ground and fell into Qujiang Pool again. Then he patted it down with his backhand.

Snapped!

After a soft sound, the wooden relic was shattered into pieces and turned into a pile of broken wooden boards, floating on the water.

Monk Zhixi waved his sleeves and took the lead in walking towards Zhongnan Mountain.
To be continued...