In the 25th year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, a caravan came to the foot of the mountain outside a mountain in the heart of the Central Plains. After the team stopped temporarily, the manager led the team quickly came to one of the carriages. He said respectfully to the people in the carriage: "Young Master, we have arrived outside the Evasion Valley. After climbing this mountain, we can see the old gods.

But there are mountain roads ahead, so please walk over by yourself…”

"Manager Han, you are polite, it's only a few dozen miles of mountain roads. I'm not that delicate." While speaking, the door of the car opened, and a young man, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, had a pale face, walked out of it.

After seeing the young man come out, dozens of big men surrounded him at the same time and surrounded him. Looking at the nervous look of these guards, the young man chuckled and said, "Look at your nervous look. If that evil monk really does not benefit me, we will not be able to leave the capital at all... You are careful to let the gods see the joke."

"Master, you are in the country and country, and you must not be careless in every move." At this time, a strong man in his twenties came out and saluted the young man. He continued, "When I left, the old master explained clearly, Master, you have made a mistake, and all the thirty-six people are in danger..."

After hearing this, the young man smiled bitterly and said, "You are going to talk again, okay... Since I am in your own hands, I will listen to you. You can do whatever you say."

"Thank you, Master, for your fulfillment." After the leading guard saluted the young man again, he turned to his subordinates and said, "Listen, Jiang Ping, You Fang, you two left to guard the carriages and horses. The rest of the guards guard the masters up the mountain together. If there is anything strange on the road, they will sacrifice their lives to send the masters into the valley. Do you understand?"

The guards surrounded by the young people agreed in unison. At this time, the caravan manager had ordered people to pull out the two bamboos prepared in the car. In front of these people, they built the bamboo into a sedan chair for two people, and then asked the young people to get on the sedan chair. Two strong men with big arms and round waists lifted the sedan chair and followed the staff toward the mountains.

In addition to these people, the manager also ordered his subordinates to carry dozens of boxes and packages together. Looking at the porters panting, it seemed that the things inside were full of weight.

"Manager Han, the box is full of gifts from the Sishui gods to the gods, right?" The young man sitting in the sedan smiled at the manager and continued, "I'm really bothering you this time. I originally asked you to take me to see the gods, and the gifts should have been prepared in advance. However, this trip is meticulous and you should not tell others. After waiting for the gods to come back to Beijing, I will definitely ask my grandfather to reward your two bosses, Liu Xi and Sun Xiaochuan, of the Sishui gods."

"Young Master, what are you saying? Being able to do things for you and the old master has been a blessing for us in several lifetimes." The manager smiled flatteringly at the young man, and then continued: "To be honest, the daily expenses of several gods over the years are provided by our Sishui number, and this face is always... "

Before the manager could finish his words, he suddenly heard a gloomy laughter from the air. Then a sound of nothingness sounded: "Your Highness, the emperor, my master said that I couldn't find you in the capital, so I sent us disciples to look for it. Unexpectedly, you came to this place where birds don't poop... Why, do you want to come to Wu Mian, Gui Bugui deal with my master?"

While talking, a vague figure appeared in front of everyone. In the blink of an eye, the figure began to become clear, a thin monk in his forties.

The monk suddenly appeared with skin and bones, looking like a skeleton wrapped in human skin. He smiled at the pale young man and said, "Your Highness, go back to the capital with Faming. You are the crown prince of a country, and you are in charge of national fortune and people's livelihood, so it is really dangerous to go back early..."

After seeing the monk, the guards surrounding the young man pulled out their hidden weapons as if they were facing a great enemy. The leader shouted: "Protect the master!"

"Qianhu, don't be so nervous..." The monk laughed and looked at the guard leader and continued, "If Faming wants to be unfavorable to His Highness, there will be no living people here at this time. My master told me that as long as His Royal Highness can follow the monk back to the capital, he will never hurt His Royal Highness a hair. However, if His Royal Highness insists on not going back, the monk can only use some brute force. At that time, the Emperor's Royal Highness will inevitably suffer some pain..."

"Fa Ming! You actually dare to threaten Your Highness..." After hearing the monk's words, the guard's head turned red with anger. He immediately turned his palm and slashed in the direction of the monk. As this action was done, a fist-sized fireball flew towards the monk.

"I didn't expect Qianhu, you can still use the magicians of the martial arts world." The monk laughed. The moment the fireball hit his body, he opened his mouth and squirted out the fireball, instantly blew out the fireball. Then his body flashed in front of the guard leader, and reached out to grab Qianhu's heart.

Seeing the monk suddenly arrived in front of his leader, the guards surrounded him waving their weapons and chopping down at the monk's bald head. When more than a dozen long swords were about to hit Monk Faming, the long swords in their hands suddenly caught fire. In an instant, the dozen long swords were burned red.

That's it. The guards also held the long sword in their hands tightly, letting their hands holding the hilt be burned and their flesh was rotten. They also waved the sword to cut off the monk's bald head.

Unfortunately, the moment the long sword slashed the monk, it quickly turned into iron and splashed on the ground.

"You guys do it first..." The monk sneered, then stretched out a finger and stroked the necks of the dozen guards surrounding him. At the same time, the heads of the dozen guards seemed to be cut off by a quick knife and fell from their necks to the ground. Then the dozen bodies without heads spewed out blood, spewing out blood and spewing out more than half a foot.

After cooking these dozen guards, the monk wanted to find trouble for the young man, and found that just a little effort had escaped to the foot of the mountain under the escort of the thousand households just now. Looking at the backs of these people, the monk smiled coldly and murmured to himself, "I want to escape now... it's a little late."

After saying a word, the monk had disappeared on the spot. Almost at the same time as he disappeared, Monk Faming had appeared in front of the group again.

"Your Highness... You are so embarrassed for this, the monk." After Faming smiled, he walked slowly towards the people in front of him. The monk said as he walked, "There is no other way. Today, all the people here will enter the cycle of reincarnation, except for your highness. I will recite scriptures for you to salvation..."

"Monk, you'd better save yourself!" After a loud shout, the Qianhu Lord suddenly waved his hand and shouted to his guards: "We will die for the master. As long as the master is safe, what if we die with the enemy!"

After shouting, several guards beside him rushed towards the monk with long swords again.

After seeing this, Monk Faming smiled and shook his head, saying, "Die together... Do you have this ability?" As he spoke, he stretched out his fingers again as if he had just happened. Just as he was about to cut off their heads together, he suddenly smelled the air at some point of sulfur and saltpeter.

Looking at the guards rushing over, a stream of white smoke emerged from their chests and backs.

They were tied with gunpowder... In an instant, the monk understood what was going on. His face turned pale. He originally wanted to use teleportation to avoid it, but he failed to cast spells several times in a panic. In the end, he could only watch as several guards rushed to him.
Chapter completed!