After Zhu Feichang left, Han Ba ​​showed a fierce look and became furious. He kicked over the handsome table and cursed: "Fuck you, you greedy old guy! I have hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in the northwest. Which army?"

Haven’t you read the book of war? Don’t you know the Three Taoist Strategies? Have you never experienced any big or small battles? You actually want an old guy like you to scold me? You’re really relying on your old age to show off!”

Han Ba's face was so hideous and terrifying, as if he wanted to eat people, that the generals in the camp were so frightened that they did not dare to express their anger.

"Take a rest for three days! Then work hard to capture Weiyuan City!"

Early the next morning, the right general Zhu Feichang led his 100,000 troops and set up camp to support the lieutenant general Wei Leqian and to encircle and suppress the No. 3 figure in the Anle Religion, Renhe and General Zhuo Guang.

In the evening, a guard entered the Marshal's camp and reported: "Marshal! There are eight people wearing strange red clothes outside the camp asking to see the Marshal. They claim to be monks from Huanxi Zen Temple!"

"Arrived so soon? Please come quickly!" Han Ba ​​was overjoyed.

In the commander's camp, Han Ba ​​laid down a table of sumptuous food and wine to entertain the eight demon monks who came to the Zen Temple to welcome them.

Han Ba ​​held up the wine bottle and laughed loudly: "Masters, you have come a long way from afar. You have worked hard along the way! The masters are highly skilled in martial arts and unpredictable. They come to help me. They are more effective than an army of 50,000! Come, my general.

Do it first as a sign of respect!”

After speaking, he raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp.

The eight demon monks were probably really hungry. No one paid any attention to him. They all grabbed the plates without any ceremony. Their mouths were full of oil and they squeaked as they ate. They looked so bold and unrestrained.

Seeing the eight people looking like reincarnations of starving ghosts, Han Ba ​​smiled awkwardly and stopped talking.

A demonic monk who was only about 1.5 meters tall, with a fair and rosy face, and a three-foot-long braid tied behind his shiny head. After chewing a whole pig head, he held up a pair of greasy

He cupped his small hands into fists and said, "I, the Blood Infant Venerable Sanqi! On the orders of the Great Sun Dharma King, I have led seven junior brothers to serve General Han. If you have anything to ask for, just let me know!"

This person looks like a child, but his voice is deep and hoarse, almost like an old man. It is really incredible that such a strange person is the leader of this gang of demonic monks.

Han Ba ​​was well-informed and did not feel surprised at all. He was overjoyed and said: "My general has a secret agreement with the 'Great Sun Dharma King' Lord Shi Lei. If he can help me win the country and the country, I will definitely help him to be happy in Zen."

He carried it forward and made him a national master. Now he sends all the masters to help him. He is really a man of integrity!"

Blood Infant Venerable Sanqi raised his eyebrows: "That's natural! Isn't the general a man of integrity? The Dharma King of this temple is as great as the Buddha, who specializes in saving people who have no connection with the Buddha and benefiting all living beings!"

"They are just a bunch of promiscuous monks who know how to play with women. How can they preach Buddhism and benefit all sentient beings? How shameless! I would like to hear your explanation!"

Han Ba ​​cursed in his heart, but with a smile on his face: "Your temple specializes in treating people who have no connection with Buddhism? It really has boundless power! So, may I ask, what is the teaching of your temple?"

Sanchi licked the grease on his palms and said nonchalantly: "Simple! Holding a knife in one hand and Buddhist scriptures in the other, wherever he went, he forced the residents there to recite scriptures, whipped them if they memorized them incorrectly, and then slaughtered them in a perfunctory manner!

In less than a month, all the residents in the area have converted to my religion, and then I teach them according to their aptitude. What man doesn’t like the Great Joy Zen? Everyone is devoted to the practice and never tires of it. If the general becomes the emperor in the future, this temple will be

If we can promote the teachings throughout the entire continent, then all the people in the world will be blessed! Quack, quack, quack..."

“It’s really extraordinary!”

Han Ba ​​gave a thumbs up and thought to himself: "Fuck you! If you do this, won't the whole world become a shameless, hybrid and incest world, where everyone will be a hybrid? Really?

Damn you dare to speak so boldly! If he really becomes the national master, I won’t be able to sit on this throne for a few days!"

He laughed dryly and said: "Masters, now is not the time to lecture. My army will attack the city in three days. I would like to ask you to assassinate General Zhuo Xing within two days. Once the enemy commander dies,

The morale of the army will definitely be in chaos, and it will be easy to destroy the city!"

Sanqi patted his chest nonchalantly and said, "That's easy to say! Since the general has given the order, our brothers and sisters promise to complete the mission!"

After saying that, he reached out with one hand, grabbed a leg of lamb and started tearing it apart, just like a hungry dog ​​grabbing food...

The next night, there was no moon, no stars, and the night was as dark as ink.

In an abandoned farmyard in Weiyuan City, eight black figures were gathering together and plotting.

Three streets ahead, about a hundred meters away, is a large courtyard. There is an attic in the courtyard with three floors. There are guards all around the courtyard. There are several huge braziers burning in the courtyard. The first floor is full of guards. Zhuo Xing's bedroom is there.

On the third floor, after secret observation throughout the day, the eight people had determined that the person living in the building was undoubtedly Zhuo Xing himself.

The plan of the eight people was very simple and very direct. First, four people would attack the guards in the yard from four directions, and then three people would break into the second floor to test the strength of Zhuo Xing's guards. If they could defeat them,

, of course it's best. If they can't be defeated, they will join the four people from before. The seven people will retreat while fighting, leading the guards out, and finally Sanchi will go straight to the third floor and kill him with one blow.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the eight people heard three bangs, and it was time to plan.

Except for Sanqi among the eight people, the other seven people unfolded their body skills and flew towards the attic like ghosts.

Blood Infant Venerable Sanqi waited quietly, and the screams of the guards in the courtyard were the signal for his action.

Not long after, several weak calls came from his ears, more like humming, and Sanchi frowned.

"What did they do? Didn't I tell them again and again? We need to make a bigger noise. How can we lure out the guards hiding in the dark for such a secret attack? They are really a bunch of stupid young people who have no hair on their lips and do nothing.

It’s not strong!”

He shook his head helplessly, and just as he was about to move, he suddenly felt an invisible murderous aura emanating from diagonally above him!

"There's someone on the roof!"

Sanqi was suddenly startled, and then several sharp sword energies shot through the air!

Fast! Incredibly fast! So fast that he had no room to think!

In a hurry, Sanqi rolled on the spot, rolling more than 20 meters as fast as a rubber ball. His short stature really helped a lot. He heard a few soft "chichi" sounds, and appeared on the ground.

There were more than a dozen cracks.

Sanqi jumped up in disgrace, his robe cut open several times by the sword energy, and blood slowly flowed out.

He looked up suddenly and saw an old man holding a sword standing on the opposite roof. He was wearing colorful and weird clothes. He was slightly fat and had white hair, but he had a baby face and looked as if he was seven or eight years old.

Her face is as rosy and tender as a child's, and her eyes are as bright as an eagle's.

"Who are you, Master! Why did you sneak attack on me?"

The old man holding the sword let out a weird laugh: "I am the head of the eight worshiping elders of Anle Sect, Mr. Sun Xingjun Fang Zifang! How dare you clowns come to assassinate our leader? It's really laughable.

!Quack, quack, quack…”
Chapter completed!