The next day, Xu Ziling packed his bags and took his horse with him, preparing to leave the inn and head to Jeju.

As soon as he rode his horse onto the official road, he saw a woman in green wearing a gauze covering her also left the inn and moved her lotus steps over.

Xu Ziling asked with a smile: "Sister, are you going to Jeju too?"

The woman just nodded slightly and didn't reply. She walked along the road with her own steps, her steps light and her clothes moved with the wind.

Xu Ziling was not angry when he saw the woman walking away without saying anything. The woman was hot and cold. He had already seen it yesterday, so he no longer thought about it. He held the reins and slapped his horse's buttocks and ran away.

More than half an hour later, Xu Ziling passed by a forest and vaguely saw the figures flashing in the forest. After all, it was the young man's nature, and he couldn't help but want to find out. Then he tied the horse to the side of the road, and walked into the forest with the long sword he had been with him every day.

Just as he tied the horse away, a man in black robe who was following behind him secretly immediately lit a special firework, and a ray of red light rushed into the sky.

After getting closer, Xu Ziling saw the scene in the forest clearly. There were a group of people in strange costumes confronting each other with twenty monks.

There was a woman in men's clothing in the field, with a tall figure, a sharp face, and a man's hair accessories. She looked quite handsome and handsome overall. Xu Ziling saw her face clearly and felt a little familiar and friendly. When she thought about it carefully, she had no actual impression.

Suddenly, a man in purple robe said, "Old bald donkey, your junior brother hurt my disciple for no reason, what should I explain?"

An old monk wearing a vermilion cassock, holding a Zen stick, and a white bearded face said with a smile: "The people of our sect make good connections and cultivate cause and effect. All things are the truth, and all things are the nature. If they were not a great traitor and evil person, my junior brother would definitely not punish him."

The heroic woman said furiously: "Absurd! Old bald donkey, we just borrowed some food from the villagers. How could we say that we are traitors and evil?"

The old monk shook his head: "Does the female donor know how many days the borrowed food is for those farmers? Taking tricks without leaving any trace is like killing people and setting fires. What's more, you, a Manichaean gang, who are less than half a hundred, can use so much food?"

The heroic woman blushed and was speechless for a moment.

The man beside the woman was already impatient and shouted loudly: "I'm talking nonsense to him, just kill him." As he said that, he pulled out his sword and stabbed the old monk with one sword.

When everyone around saw him taking action, they drew out their swords and started fighting with the monks.

Facing the sword stabbed by the man, the old monk remained calm and waved his Zen stick gently, colliding with the sword stabbed.

The old monk said lightly, his momentum was slow and his strength was heavy. The man felt like a thorn in the stone, and a force recoiled back, and his arms were immediately sore and the sword in his hand came out.

The man who was defeated with one blow was frightened and hurriedly stepped back and almost fell down. Fortunately, the woman behind him helped him and was able to stand firm.

The heroic woman pulled out the long sword from her waist and said in a calm voice: "Old bald donkey has a high level of cultivation. Brother Bai, you are not his opponent, so let me play two moves with him."

The man was not pretentious when he heard this, nodded and took a few steps back.

The old monk looked at the heroic woman walking forward with a sword and sighed: "When will the revenge be repaid?"

The woman shouted lightly, turned her wrist and danced a sword flower. Suddenly, the sword energy penetrated through the sword, and then pointed the tip of the sword at the old monk: "Old bald donkey, leave everything in advance, I just want to distinguish you from you."

But the young man ran to the old monk, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I hope my master will save my life. I am willing to convert to Buddhism and escape into a monk from now on, without asking about the world."

The old monk stroked his white beard and smiled and said, "Young Master, don't tease me."

Zeng Mi, who was behind the square-faced man, saw the absurd behavior of the boy, thought he was dying and went to the hospital, and shouted loudly: "Boy! Just come here and kowtow three or five times to the uncle. If he is satisfied, he may spare your life."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Ziling, who was beside the old monk, flashed, and instantly arrived in front of Zeng Mi, and punched him in front of him. Zeng Mi was shocked and before he could react, a long spear crossed in front of him and stopped Xu Ziling's fist. It was the red spear of the square-faced man.

The boy closed his fists and took two steps back, patted the dust on his body, and said, "I, Xu Ziling, have lived for seventeen years. I will not kneel down or kneel on the ground. I will only kneel on my adoptive father, master, want me to kowtow to you and admit my mistake? Go dreaming."

Zeng Mi's face turned pale and stared at him with gritted teeth. The big man standing beside him held his spear tightly and strided forward, preparing to take Xu Ziling off.

Xu Ziling breathed, held the front and the other side, and the big man on the other side said the word "please".
Chapter completed!