After Wang Pengyu put away the beads, he looked at the Taoist priest lying in the pit with lingering fear, bent down and picked up a piece of soil and smashed it at the Taoist priest. Seeing that the Taoist priest had no reaction, he walked to the Taoist priest with courage, bent down and reached out to check the Taoist priest's breath and said in a daze: "It's actually dead."

Since the Taoist priest was dead, Wang Pengyu felt much more relieved. He stood up, walked to the monk, and reached out to find his nose. He could not breathe anymore.

Wang Pengyu's tense strings suddenly loosened, his legs and feet became weak, and he sat on the ground and couldn't stand up for a long time.

It was not until he heard Wang Zhong's painful moan that he realized his reaction and hurriedly ran over to support Wang Zhong and asked Wang Zhong to sit down.

Wang Zhong opened his eyes and looked at Wang Pengyu. He found that Wang Pengyu was fine. He felt relieved. Then he looked at the two people lying in the pit and said, "Young master, the gods are fighting, and you really can't watch. In the future, when we see gods fight, the farther we hide, the better."

Wang Pengyu blamed himself: "It was Xiaoyu who was selfish, which caused Grandpa Wang to be seriously injured. Xiaoyu dared not next time. Is it important to have grandpa's injury?"

Seeing Xiaoyu's look of lingering fear, Wang Zhong was probably scared, so he smiled and comforted, "Young Master, don't be afraid. It's best if these two things die. I'm fine. I just broke my right leg and calf bone. This is not a place to stay for a long time. It's important for us to leave this place of right and wrong quickly."

Wang Pengyu nodded and said, "Grandpa Wang said, let Xiaoyu go home with his grandpa on his back." As he said, he was about to bend down, he suddenly glanced at the two people in the pit and said, "Grandpa Wang wait, Xiaoyu will come when he goes." As he said, he stood up, walked to the two corpses in the pit, stretched out his hand and touched him, but he ended up searching for nothing.

The disappointed Wang Pengyu had to stand up and struggled to help Wang Zhong up. Unfortunately, he was already out of breath after walking a few steps.

Wang Zhong sighed and saw a small tree on the side of the road, so he asked Wang Pengyu to put himself down, put one leg on the ground, held the tree with one hand, pulled out the waist knife with the other hand, cut off a tree fork, cut off his right hand and said: "No, let's go back."

One of the grandfather and grandson walked towards Haibang with crutches and the other.

The sky in June is like a child's face, changing at any time. It was already a full moon, but in the blink of an eye it was already cloudy. Then a burst of lightning and thunder sounded, and it started to drift heavily. Although the heavy rain passed quickly, it drowned out the blood on the two grandfathers and grandsons, covering up the traces of the fight between monks and Taoist priests, leaving only a pit, which was filled with water, and two corpses floating on the water surface, one was a monk and the other was a Taoist priest.

Wang Pengyu returned home with Wang Zhong who was leaning on crutches and entered the room. Wang Zhong turned around and looked at the ground outside. The rainwater flowing into a river said with gratitude: "God is helping. It seems that the disaster will be a blessing."

Wang Pengyu lit the oil lamp and said, "Grandpa Wang, you have a rest first. I will find a doctor to help you treat your leg injury. He said that he was about to go out.

But Wang Zhong stopped him and said, "Young Master, it's so rainy outside and the road is slippery, so don't go. The medicine prescribed by the doctor here may not be better than the healing medicine brought by the old slave. Just go find two wooden boards and ropes."

Wang Pengyu hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked out of the room. After a while, he brought two wooden boards and found some thin ropes to help Wang Zhong change his clean clothes, then tied his broken legs and said, "Grandpa Wang, I'll go and boil some hot water to give you medicine."

Wang Zhong smiled and shook his head and said, "Thank you for your concern. I have been following the Marquis to fight for many years. It is common for injuries to be injured. This little injury is nothing. It's almost dawn. You should go back and rest for a while. Calm down. We will continue to practice martial arts tomorrow."

The movements made by the two alarmed Hu Xiulan in the master bedroom. She stood up and looked at them. She found that Wang Zhong's calves were helping the wooden board, her face was pale, and Xiao Yu's clothes were all wet.

He hurriedly asked, "Uncle Wang, what happened? What happened to you? What hurt you like this?"

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just fell down while practicing martial arts and injured my bones. It's better to keep it for a few days."

Wang Zhong was afraid that Hu Xiulan was worried, so he panicked and downplayed the matter. Hu Xiulan didn't understand this. He believed it and glared at Wang Pengyu and said, "Don't bother you, Grandpa Wang, practice martial arts at night in the future, have you heard that?"

Wang Pengyu was a little guilty and did not dare to look at his mother's stern gaze. He just lowered his head and agreed, "Xiaoyu understands."

Wang Zhong smiled and changed the topic and said, "I don't blame Xiaoyu, young lady, young master, you should go back and rest first. The old slave is a little sleepy."

Hu Xiulan showed concern on her face and said, "But what should I do if Uncle Wang's leg injury is injured? I'll go and invite the doctor from Murakami to come to the house to see it."

Wang Zhong shook his head and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Young Master, for your concern. The doctor can't do anything even if he comes. He has to take it for a hundred days, so he can only take it slowly. I have medicine myself and have taken it, so I don't have to worry about it. Mrs. Young Master, go back and rest."

Hu Xiulan had no choice but to take Wang Pengyu away and go back to the house to rest.

Wang Pengyu returned to the room alone, took off his wet clothes, changed into clean clothes, went to bed, held beads in his hand, and saw the process of the monk and Taoist priest fighting. After carefully recalling, he frowned and said, "Even if the treasure is destroyed, there should be fragments. Besides, these experts in the West cannot be penniless and don't bring anything when they go out."

"If you guess correctly, it should be when fighting in the air. I don't know where it fell. After dawn, I have to look for it. If you can pick up some martial arts and practice the skills, you will make a lot of money."

Wang Pengyu didn't know that it was a big taboo to practice other schools of martial arts secretly.

Wang Pengyu said, taking out the shiny bead and smiled, "No matter what, this time I killed the demon, you have the greatest contribution. From now on, you can call it Fumo, Fumo Bead, a good name." After that, he put the bead on his chest, smiled on his face, and closed his eyes and fell asleep within a while.

As soon as Wang Pengyu fell asleep, the beads held in his hand changed. He saw that the beads emitted a fog of black fog first. After a while, the black fog dissipated and a fog of green light was emitted. If you look closely, you will find that two balls of black and white inside the beads were entangled together. In the end, the green light ball had the upper hand and slowly began to suppress the black light ball.

After the complete suppression, the green light became prosperous, and the bright red veins inside the beads began to gradually turn into green. After all the veins turned into green, the green light overflowed the beads and wrapped around Wang Pengyu's entire body. After about an hour, the green light disappeared and the beads returned to calm.

Wang Pengyu had another dream, dreaming that he came to a mountain stream where white mist was shrouded in it, countless flying beasts were flying. A warrior wearing green armor held a treasure knife in his hand, a circle under the hilt of the knife, and a white translucent bead inside the ring emitted bursts of green light.

Suddenly, a blood-red color appeared in the distance, gradually approaching the mountain stream. In the blood-red mist, blood-colored warriors rushed towards the mountain stream with various magic weapons.

The armored samurai sword swung and lost its figure instantly. When it appeared again, it had already met the blood-colored samurai. The samurai stood up and waved three times in the air. The three blade phantoms were instantly activated. Wherever the blade passed, the blood-colored samurai turned into blood mist and dissipated, and in the end there was no one left.
Chapter completed!