In March, the grass was long and the birds were flying.
The wind was gentle.
On the official road, an old horse was walking leisurely.
On its back, a young man was lying. One of his arms covered his face while the other held a wine gourd. He would occasionally take a sip.
"Ah … the time spent on the road is so boring …"
After an unknown period of time, Zhong Shenxiu flipped over and sat down. Shaking the wine gourd, he discovered that it was empty.
It had been more than a month since he left the Shan Yao Gang.
Moreover, most of the time was wasted on aimlessly traveling.
His main purpose for this trip was to obtain a marrow refining technique to break through to Grandmaster.
But this kind of marrow refining secret technique was basically in the hands of the various great forces like the eight great sects. Although they welcomed a Ranking List master like Zhong Shenxiu to join them, it was clearly unrealistic to impart the true method without observing for a few years or more.
Even the open-minded Imperial Court would not allow such a good thing!
Chung Shen-soo guessed that if he joined the Imperial Court, he would definitely be assigned to work in the Constable Sect.
That kind of Grandmaster martial art had great restrictions and could not allow one to break through to the Ascension realm.
As for wanting to learn the techniques passed down by the Wu Dynasty's founder like the old masters of the royal family, or even comprehend the Wordless Heavenly Stele? It was better to wash up and sleep...
Unless he could hook up with a princess and become a member of the royal family, he might have some hope.
"Other than that, that Gu Qingying seems to have a secret manual? I didn't pay attention to it before because my martial art was lacking. Now, as long as I find him and kill him, I can get the Wang Clan's secret manual... However, I will have to face the pursuit of the Five Poison Sect, which will be troublesome... Of course, the bigger problem is that even the Five Poison Sect can't find him, how can I find him? "
Zhong Shenxiu wandered around aimlessly. At this time, he entered the territory of Shang County.
In ancient times, this was the territory of the Shang Country, hence the name Shang County.
Chung Shen-soo was curious about this Founding Emperor, who seemed to be a transmigrator. Thus, when he chose his route, he subconsciously headed towards this direction, intending to visit some of the ancient ruins of the Shang Country.
Suddenly, there was a traffic jam on the official road.
As he got closer, Chung Shen-soo realized that someone had privately set up a checkpoint to collect fees.
This was something that had always been abhorred by people, yet it was something that couldn't be stopped despite repeated prohibitions.
In terms of nature, it was probably the upgraded version of 'this mountain belongs to me, this tree belongs to me'. It was an open robbery.
Often, it was not the government that set up the roadblocks, but various local tyrants or even relatives of the royal family. For their own personal interests, they disregarded the country, cutting off traffic and blocking trade routes.
"Old man, who set up the checkpoint ahead?"
Chung Shen-soo approached and grabbed a random person and asked.
"The one who set up the checkpoint in front is naturally the Shang Clan Castle. They are the tyrants of the surrounding hundred miles, they have over a hundred good men under them, all of them know martial arts, can ride horses, and draw bows. The three brothers of the castle master are also famous experts in the martial world. Young ones, do not cause trouble, hand over the money and pass …"
The old man replied in a long-winded manner, but he did have good intentions.
Zhong Shenxiu found it interesting. She moved closer and discovered that there were several young heroes and heroines hanging from trees by the roadblock. It was clear that they had read too many stories and came out to fight against injustice. They wanted to be chivalrous and help the weak, but instead of showing off, they had been tied up.
"Those who came out to show off their names must have some skills. If the three brothers work together, they can probably fight against Jiu Yuan Sect Sect Leader... with a hundred cavalrymen, they do have some skills..."
At this moment, there was a commotion in front.
The crowd pushed aside like they were avoiding snakes and scorpions. A young monk appeared in the middle. He was wearing a tattered kasaya, but he was tall and had dark skin.
"Master, are you going to make things difficult for us three brothers?"
In a pergola by the side of the road, the second brother of the Shang Family came over and cupped his fists: "We three brothers are people of the pugilistic world. We dare not forget the rules. We do not collect money from anyone who passes through the martial world. Those few young heroes wanted to make things difficult for us, so we tied them up and taught them a lesson. We will release them when it gets dark..."
The three brothers were able to establish their own power and dominate a region. They had good foresight.
Pugilistic world people never provoked officials or officials. They only exploited the commoners and merchants. Their businesses grew bigger and bigger, and their profits increased. Their reputation in the pugilistic world was not bad either.
But being polite was one thing. When someone really came to find trouble, they had to suppress them with all their might. Otherwise, they would not be able to make a living.
The second brother of the Shang Family was bold but careful. He saw that this monk was not ordinary. He waved his hand and his subordinates immediately went to call for reinforcements.
The Shang Family castle was nearby. A large group of people would arrive soon. At that time, unless it was an Earth Board expert, no one would be able to make them lower their heads.
"Amitabha, this poor monk would like to ask benefactor to do us a favor and destroy this roadblock."
The monk clasped his hands together.
"You monk, you talk big. Without this income, what are we going to eat?"
The second brother of the Shang Family shouted and punched the monk's chest.
Bang!
Like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide, the monk was unharmed. The second brother of the Shang Family retreated a few steps. His face was filled with uncertainty.
"This master..."
Just as he was thinking of ways to stall for time, he saw a cloud of dust in the distance.
Thump thump!
The sound of horse hooves could be heard. The reinforcements from the Shang Family castle had arrived.
"Haha, monk, let's see how you will die today." The second brother of the Shang Family saw the reinforcements and was overjoyed. He regained his arrogance.
"Amitabha, benefactors are so vicious. How about listening to this poor monk recite a Buddhist scripture?"
The monk sat cross-legged and started to recite a scripture: "Observing the Mahesvara Buddha of the world, walking in the depths of the Prajna Paramita, he saw the emptiness of the five skandhas..."
The melodious chanting resounded.
Chung Shen-soo's expression suddenly changed.
In his ears, the monk's murmurs seemed to have turned into hammers that continuously hammered his eardrums. The indistinct words gradually became indistinguishable. Every scripture seemed to have turned into tiny worms. Worms with life, drilling into his ears and provoking his internal energy...
"Ah!"
A cavalry soldier could not endure it and fell from his horse. Blood flowed from his seven orifices as he struggled. The muscles on his face contorted and he looked like he was in extreme pain.
This seemed to be the beginning of a prologue. The Shang Family castle cavalry fell from their horses one by one. Even if they covered their ears, they could not block out the murmurs that seemed to come from hell.
"Great Master, we admit defeat. Please retract your Divine Ability!"
Finally, the Shang Family boss knew he had offended someone he could not afford to offend.
"Amitabha."
The monk chanted and ended his chanting.
Chung Shen-soo looked at the commoners around him who seemed to be fine. He suddenly understood: "This person's chanting only works on martial artists with internal energy? No, rather than that, why don't we say that martial artists with internal energy have fulfilled a certain condition and can hear sounds that normal people cannot? "
For example, the commoners could only hear ordinary Buddhist scriptures that carried the meaning of great mercy.
However, in the ears of martial artists, it sounded extremely cruel, terrifying, and evil.
"Haha... this master has such a powerful Buddhist sound wave technique."
Suddenly, a loud cheer came from the crowd.
Chung Shen-soo secretly rolled his eyes when he heard it: "This is a sound wave technique? Your sister's sound wave technique! "
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