The men were short, rude, and ugly. They did not look like good people, which made people feel disgusted.
The veiled woman looked at Gao Zhengyang for help. The thin veil could not hide her beautiful maroon eyes. Her pitiful and watery eyes were filled with weakness and pleading.
Gao Zhengyang was stunned by her beautiful eyes. He said to the men, "All of you leave immediately, and this matter will be over."
The men looked surprised. The burly man who was the leader said loudly, "Our master Balu is the governor's younger brother. You are a foreign monk. Don't meddle in other people's business."
Gao Zhengyang waved his hand, gesturing for them to leave quickly.
The burly man's face showed a hint of ruthlessness. He said loudly, "Take out your identity certificate and let us see."
Gao Zhengyang pointed at the man. The eyes of the man who was shouting rolled back and he fell on his back. The sudden change also gave the other men a big fright. They looked at Gao Zhengyang in panic and shouted, "Murder, murder!"
"Let's go."
Gao Zhengyang nodded to the veiled woman and led her to the hotel.
The veiled woman looked at the men carefully. Seeing that they did not dare to chase after her, she felt a little relieved. However, the hand that was holding onto Gao Zhengyang's sleeve refused to let go.
Gao Zhengyang had just led the woman into the hotel when they met the hotel owner who was sweeping the courtyard. The shopkeeper's shifty eyes quickly glanced at the masked woman. He smiled ambiguously at Gao Zhengyang and greeted, "Good morning, Master …"
The monks of West Buddha State did not forbid marriage, so it was normal for monks to marry. Moreover, monks had a higher status, so it was easier for them to find beautiful wives. The owner saw that the veiled woman was very beautiful, so he admired Gao Zhengyang's methods.
In the past two days, he had seen very clearly that Gao Zhengyang did not chant scriptures, did not cultivate, and did not follow the rules of Buddhism. He was obviously a fake monk. But he could find beautiful women just by going out for a walk. He was also quite envious.
Gao Zhengyang didn't want to bother with the wretched boss, but after thinking for a while, he still asked, "Who is Master Balut?"
The owner's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "What's wrong, Master, did you offend him?"
"Sort of," Gao Zhengyang said.
"Oh no, oh no!" The owner's face turned even uglier. "Balut is the castellan's younger brother and also an in-name disciple of the Joyful Clan. He is highly skilled in martial arts and is very domineering. He is especially fond of beauties."
The owner was also very smart. He glanced at the masked woman and immediately understood why Gao Zhengyang had provoked Master Balut. He said in a panic, "Master, you should leave the city quickly. It will be too late if you are late."
When the masked woman heard this, she became anxious and pleaded, "Master, let's leave this place first."
According to Gao Zhengyang's personality, it was naturally impossible for him to leave. Whoever came to find trouble with him, he just had to kill them. But on second thought, in order to experience the joys and sorrows of the human world, killing people casually would be boring.
"Alright, let's leave now."
The owner and the masked woman heaved a sigh of relief when Gao Zhengyang readily accepted their advice.
The owner even enthusiastically gave them directions. "Turn left when you go out, walk straight for a few hundred steps and then turn right. You will be able to leave the city." He thought for a while, then took out a water pouch and handed it to Gao Zhengyang. "This water pouch is for you, Master."
As long as he could send Gao Zhengyang away, giving him a water pouch was nothing. Moreover, the pearl Gao Zhengyang had given him was a good item. The owner thought of this and felt that it was a pity. This fake monk was generous. If he had stayed for a few more days, he might have been able to earn a lot more.
However, Balut was too notorious. Being even a little bit related to him would mean big trouble. He could not afford to offend him.
The owner watched as Gao Zhengyang and the woman left. He felt some sympathy in his heart. Balut was an expert and had a team of bandits under him. It was said that he often pretended to be bandits and plundered people. His methods were cruel.
Gao Zhengyang and the woman would not be able to go far before the bandits caught up to them. Their fates would be tragic. However, he could not care less about such matters.
Sure enough, it did not take long before a large group of knife-wielding men rushed into the inn. The owner was so frightened that he was sweating profusely. He stammered, "Master Balut, what can I do for you?"
The leader of the men did not say a word. He raised his hand and slapped the owner's face. The skinny owner spun on the spot from the slap. A few of his teeth were sent flying.
The owner was immediately stunned. His vision turned black and he did not know where he was.
The ferocious man grabbed the owner's neck and lifted him into the air. He said, "Is there a monk in black staying here?"
The owner's throat was being squeezed, so he could not breathe. How could he speak? He could only kick his short legs and scream in pain.
When the owner's face turned purple and his eyes rolled back, the ferocious man threw the owner to the ground. "Speak!"
The owner lay on the ground and coughed violently. Every time he coughed, he would spit out some blood. He looked especially miserable. The owner's wife heard the commotion and ran out. When she saw the owner's appearance, she was so frightened that she started crying. She hurriedly ran over to help the owner up.
The owner's complexion was dark, but she was quite pretty. As she squatted there, half of her chest was exposed. The ferocious man glanced at her, and his gaze became a little strange.
The group of men beside the man also stared at the owner's chest, all of them looking excited.
The owner noticed their lecherous looks, but he did not dare to look too much. He only managed to catch his breath and hurriedly said, "Cough, cough, cough. They left the city from the west gate …"
"Is that so? Lead the way." The ferocious man grabbed the owner as if he was carrying a little chick. He walked to the gate and mounted his horse.
A group of people shouted and shouted as they galloped towards the west gate. This group of people was so powerful that the pedestrians on the street all avoided them. No one even dared to look at them.
When the group went out of the west gate, they saw two figures on the road in front of them. The leader of the men laughed wildly. "Let's see where you can run to."
The owner was on the verge of vomiting blood. He pleaded, "Master Balut, please let me go."
"Sure."
Master Balut sneered. He lifted the owner upside down and threw him at a boulder on the side of the road.
With a muffled bang, the owner's head was smashed and he died on the spot.
The people beside him laughed. Although they were at the city gate, no one cared. Instead, they were quite impressed by the man's method of killing.
"Boss, you're still the best. You turned the owner's wife into a widow in the blink of an eye. It's more fun to play with her."
A man who was blind in one eye flattered him.
Another man with a rat's head and a deer's eyes came closer and said, "Boss, I'm tired of playing with that widow. Let the brothers have some fun!"
"F * ck off. In the future, she will be my woman. I'll kill whoever touches her."
Master Balut took out his long knife and used the back of the knife to fiercely hit the face of the man with the rat's head and eyes. Half of his face swelled up. The man suffered a big loss, but he did not dare to let out a fart. He had to endure the pain and smile apologetically.
Seeing that he had been taught a lesson, the crowd laughed again. "You want to touch Boss Balut's woman?!"
A group of people galloped on their horses and quickly caught up with Gao Zhengyang and the veiled woman. They spread out and surrounded the two of them. After the men's gazes swept past Gao Zhengyang, they all fell on the veiled woman.
Although the woman's face could not be seen, just by looking at her skin and figure, she was much more beautiful than the owner's wife. However, the owner's coquettish charm was also very seductive. Thinking that these two women would belong to Boss Balut, the crowd was envious.
"Where did you come from, monk?" Master Balut was different from the rest. He realized that Gao Zhengyang had an extraordinary bearing and a calm gaze. He was obviously not an ordinary monk. He became more cautious in his heart.
People like the owner of the inn could be killed at will. However, foreign monks who did not know their limits could not act recklessly. The most powerful force in West Buddha State was the Buddhist sects, and the strongest people were also monks.
If this monk had some background, killing him might cause a lot of trouble.
Master Balut looked rough and irritable, but his character was meticulous and cunning. Otherwise, he would not have become a disciple of the Joyful Clan. Of course, he was only an ordinary disciple. He was still far from being a true disciple. However, with just a Joyous Clan disciple and a Level Six cultivation, he could do whatever he wanted in this small city.
Gao Zhengyang ignored Master Balut. He looked at the owner's corpse under the boulder, sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Buddha is merciful."
He had killed many people, and he did not know how many innocent people had been implicated. However, the owner's death made him sigh at the impermanence of life and death.
Just a moment ago, the owner was still alive, but because he met him, he was killed. Such a change in fate was really amazing.
Master Balut did not get a response. He lowered the longsword in his hand and pointed it at Gao Zhengyang. "Tell me where you came from, or else, don't blame me for being rude."
The veiled woman was trembling in fear. She grabbed onto Gao Zhengyang's robes tightly and hid behind him, not even daring to show her head.
"A murderer like you can also become a monk. The West Buddha State's Buddhist sects are really decadent."
Gao Zhengyang shook his head in disdain. The guy in front of him was even more vicious than a real bandit. How did he learn Buddhist scriptures? It was really unimaginable.
The Buddhist sects were vast, and naturally, there was a mix of good and bad. It was the same for the East Continent's Buddhist sects. Gao Zhengyang had seen monks who were even more ruthless and sinister. For example, the group of people from Jiang Country's Dharma Characteristic Sect. All of them looked dignified, but their actions were extremely sinister.
In comparison, although Balut's methods were vicious, they were too childish and direct. Gao Zhengyang was just curious about how the West Buddha State's Buddhist sects educated their disciples. How could there be such a savage and rude person?
Balut was angered by Gao Zhengyang. Since the other party did not give him any face, he did not have any scruples.
"I'll send you to see the West Buddha!" He shouted and slashed down with his saber, wanting to chop off Gao Zhengyang's head.
Gao Zhengyang waved his long sleeves, and the long saber strangely turned around and slashed back at him.
Uncle Balut screamed in fear, but the arm holding the saber seemed to have become someone else's. No matter how much he urged his Yuan Qi, he could not control the long saber. He could only watch as the long saber slashed towards him, but there was nothing he could do. A look of despair appeared in his huge, fierce eyes.
"Pfft …"
The blade slashed down, and Balut's head flew into the air. His black curly hair also fluttered in the wind.
The surrounding people were all laughing at the joke, but when they saw Uncle Balut's tragic death, the smiles on their faces froze.
The long saber that killed Balut did not lose momentum, and leisurely flew in an irregular circle in the air. The group of bandits surrounding Gao Zhengyang did not have time to react, and their necks were cut off by the long saber flying in the air.
One by one, their heads flew in the air in an orderly manner. It was a strange and terrifying scene.
The woman hiding behind Gao Zhengyang heard that something was wrong. She looked up and saw the scene, and screamed in fear.
Everyone's hot blood made Gao Zhengyang think of the fountains that were commonly seen in cities in his previous life. Although it was a little bloody, the effect was about the same.
Gao Zhengyang did not want to be sprayed with blood, so he led the masked woman through the blood-colored fountains.
Standing more than 30 meters away, the masked woman looked at the headless corpses in disbelief. She asked in fear, "Did you kill them?"
"Yes."
Gao Zhengyang did not want to discuss this, so he asked, "What's your name?"
The masked woman did not seem to want to say, but under Gao Zhengyang's intense gaze, she could only whisper, "My name is Ling Yu."
Gao Zhengyang grabbed the masked woman's hand and said, "The fragrance on your body is very special …"
The masked woman's hand was slender and elegant, and her fingernails were as translucent as jade. Her hand shape was especially beautiful. On her palm, there was also a faint fragrance.
Some of it smelled like lilies, some like iris flowers, and some like roses. When he smelled it carefully, these fragrances, which were either strong, elegant, or quiet, were faintly discernible. The ever-changing fragrance caused Gao Zhengyang to involuntarily think of a story.
The masked woman said with some fear, "Master, you're hurting me."
Gao Zhengyang smiled and let go of the masked woman. He said, "I have an intuition that this is not your name."
The masked woman looked confused, as if she did not understand Gao Zhengyang's words at all.
Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the sky, like a clap of thunder. A golden swastika symbol appeared in the sky.
Gao Zhengyang was a little surprised. "You're pretty fast!"
The swastika symbol rotated slowly in the sky. Amidst the dazzling golden light, a fat monk wearing a red robe walked out.
The fat monk stood more than 10,000 feet in the sky. His huge body seemed to be hundreds of feet tall, occupying more than half the sky.
"Are you the one who killed my Joyful Clan's disciples?" The fat monk's huge eyes locked onto Gao Zhengyang as he asked in a loud voice.
When he spoke, heaven and earth resonated. His voice was like a huge wave, overlapping without stopping. The masked woman was shaken by the voice and fainted on the spot.
Gao Zhengyang did not bother about the huge monk in the sky. Instead, he looked down at the unconscious woman. This woman had clearly fainted, but the faint fragrance from her body was spreading again. It was a little strange.
The monk in the sky did not get a response from Gao Zhengyang. His expression darkened and he said loudly, "You killed my sect's disciples without permission. This is an unforgivable crime."
With that, the monk raised his huge palm and slammed it down on Gao Zhengyang. The palm constantly gathered Essence Qi and grew bigger. The golden light on the palm also became brighter.
The originally fog-like palm was still a little weak. However, when it reached Gao Zhengyang's head, the palm lines on the huge palm could already be seen clearly. One could even see the skin lines and pores.
The huge palm was like a falling mountain of gold. In comparison, Gao Zhengyang was as small as an ant under the palm. The monk in the sky did not sense Gao Zhengyang's Essence Qi aura and could not help but grin coldly.
He dared to provoke the Joyful Clan with such strength! He should have asked about the other party's background. However, just by looking at Gao Zhengyang's clothes, he knew that he was not a disciple of the Ten Major Buddhist Sects. There was no need to bother.
The fat monk was filled with murderous intent. He wanted to smash Gao Zhengyang into powder with one palm.
When the mountain-like huge palm landed, Gao Zhengyang raised an index finger unhurriedly and gently tapped on the huge golden palm.
The giant golden palm burst soundlessly like a bubble. Endless Essence Qi surged and blew the fat monk in the sky into pieces. Even the spinning swastika in the sky was blown up at the same time.
In the Joyful Clan's Ancestral Court Law Enforcement Hall, the fat monk holding the ten swastika suddenly screamed. His entire body exploded into a cloud of blood rain under the impact of the Essence Qi. The ten swastika in his hand also disintegrated.
The strong Essence Qi reaction also attracted the attention of the Joyful Clan experts. A skinny old monk wearing a red crown walked out of the void and happened to see the fat monk's body explode.
His expression changed slightly. He conjured the Wisdom Seal and pointed in the air. A water mirror appeared in the void and replayed the scene before the fat monk's death.
The old monk did not see Gao Zhengyang. He only saw the fat monk being killed by a finger force in a panic. The more he watched, the more shocked he was. Although the other party had just casually attacked casually, the power that was displayed made his hair stand.
"It's at least a peak Level Nine. It might even be a Sacred Level!"
The old monk calculated in his heart. However, he could not recognize which sect that power belonged to. Although West Buddha State was huge, there were not many experts like that. Moreover, every power had its roots. The attack that killed his disciple even shattered the ten swastika. He had never seen such ferocious and violent power before.
The old monk's mind raced. He suddenly recalled that the headquarters had mentioned that an East Continent expert had entered West Buddha State. Although he did not dare to confirm the other party's identity, there was a high possibility.
The West Buddha Headquarters had even offered a reward. Anyone who could capture someone from the East Continent would be rewarded with the Wisdom Lotus. This was a great treasure. Even the old monk was tempted by it. In addition, his disciple had been killed. This was a great humiliation.
The old monk's mind raced and he made up his mind. He chanted softly and summoned the Joyful Buddha Dharma Form. Yin and Yang powers rotated slowly. On a huge water mirror, everything that had happened before slowly replayed.
When the golden palm landed, the scene of the black-robed Gao Zhengyang raising his finger to counterattack was finally replayed on the water mirror.
The old monk's wrinkled face also looked a little more tired. He looked at where Gao Zhengyang was and growled again in a low voice.
The Buddha statues in Joyful Clan's ancestral court resonated in unison. Beams of golden light shot up into the sky. A huge golden swastika appeared in the air.
The old monk's eyes shone brightly. His body suddenly disappeared in the golden swastika. When he appeared again, he was already in front of Gao Zhengyang.
At this moment, only a few breaths had passed since Gao Zhengyang killed the fat monk.
Gao Zhengyang was also surprised. He had clearly destroyed the spatial Dharma artifact just now. How did the old monk run over? The old monk had a red crown on his head. It looked like a rooster's crown. This style was a little strange.
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