The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 169: Burn incense when it's time to burn incense, and fire the gun when it's time

"Uh……"

Li Muxuan opened his eyes from his coma and found himself lying in a room in Nasen's palace.

"You are awake."

Li Muxuan turned around and found that Queen Nathan, his granddaughter, was sitting next to him.

In addition, there is his daughter Li Chan, and that Nathan Wei Elena.

"Why... am I here?"

"We found you in the woods, lying on the ground with blood all around you," said King Nathan.

"Really..." Li Muxuan closed his eyes.

Li Chan asked, "Father, what happened? How did you get so badly injured?"

"Why, didn't this kid tell you?" Li Muxuan said calmly, "I'm not as skilled as him. I've been away from my hometown for so many years, but now there are still such people. Humph, not bad."

King Nathan said: "That man came for the sacred tree."

"I know."

"What do we do now?"

Li Muxuan glanced at his granddaughter and said, "You ask me? I'm already like this. I can't beat that hedgehog head, and no one on the island can deal with him. You figure out the rest yourself."

"Hedgehog head?" King Nathan was a little confused.

Li Muxuan said: "Although I lost, I did pull off his veil in the end - he was a middle-aged man with a spiky hair, and he looked very domineering and arrogant."

Hedgehog hair? Very domineering?

What kind of weird adjective is this?

Apart from being a middle-aged man, King Nathan and the others had no idea what the man in black robe looked like.

Of course, this is not important now.

Even Li Muxuan was defeated and almost lost his life. Almost everyone in Nasenwei was injured.

The opponent was just one person, but he defeated all the masters on their side.

How can they resist people like this who covet the sacred tree?

"It seems we have to find someone who can help us." King Nathan sighed.

"Who are you looking for?" Li Chan asked.

"That person is from China. Let's go find someone from China to help us."

Li Chan frowned and said, "Since that person is so powerful, should we find more people?"

King Nathan thought about it for a moment and nodded, "Alright, then send them a message in advance, as quickly as possible."

Li Muxuan was lying on the bed, not participating in the discussion. Instead, he closed his eyes and kept recalling his last battle with the hedgehog-headed guy. He was instantly "frozen".

It was obviously some kind of magic, but he had never seen or heard of it before.

So weird...

If you can't crack it, even if you encounter it again next time, the outcome will remain unchanged.

However, it is easier said than done. How can we break this technique?

........

A port in a southeastern country.

Inside a warehouse.

Several people from the Taiping Dao were gathered here, along with three of the six great demon kings, Black, White and Green.

"I say, do we need to bring so many people this time?"

Queen Chen was dressed in a long green gown. She looked at the dozens of fully armed thugs in the room and spoke in an exaggerated tone.

Hong Wen put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Nasen Island is different from other places. It's always a good idea to bring more people with you."

There is a long table in the warehouse, and there are many boxes around it.

The tables and boxes were filled with weapons and ammunition, including grenades, RPGs, sniper rifles, and submachine guns.

Wrapped in robes, the portly Flying Master A picked up a grenade and muttered, "You're so lucky to have so many firearms! Are you planning to massacre Nathan Island?"

Hong Wen smiled slightly: "This is overseas. If you want to get these things, you just need money. My Yihe Society has been overseas for many years, and it's not for nothing."

"Indeed." The bald monk Wu Zang was holding a Barrett, and he couldn't let it go. "It's better outside. I can do things without restraint. Besides, I like this gun."

Empress Chen teased, "You're a monk, why do you need a gun? You don't want to break your vows and kill, do you?"

Master Wu Zang looked through the scope and replied, "There's no conflict. Burn incense when it's time to burn incense, and fire when it's time to fire. Under the gun, all beings are equal. Moreover, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is in the underworld. I'll give him some merit, and I'm sure he'll bless me."

"Haha, it's really a devil on earth." Flying Master A sneered.

On the other side, the Green Devil and his two companions, the Dark Devil with a black gold mask on his face, and the White Devil with white hair and a frosty face, were looking at a table full of weapons with curiosity.

"Human society has made incredible progress," the Green Demon King sighed.

The white-haired witch said coldly, "They are just external things. Excessive attachment to external things will lead to spiritual depravity."

The Dark Lord spoke in a deep voice, "It's already quite remarkable. A mere mortal can now ascend to heaven. In our time, it was simply a fantasy."

The three of them are old antiques among old antiques. Since they were released, the changes in the world and everything in it have made them feel very new and curious.

Over thousands of years, the world has undergone tremendous changes, and the world has become a new place.

The era called "Han" is gone forever, which makes the six demon kings feel like they are in a dream.

From the sword age to the information age, the span of their cognition is really too huge.

"Three ancestors." Hong Wen walked over. "Would you like to pick some handy ones?"

The three Green Demon Kings were silent for a moment, "No, these things...we are not used to them."

In fact, it’s not that they are not used to it, but that they can’t use these things.

There are restrictions placed on their bodies. Even if they pick up a gun, they can't pull the trigger. It's no different from a fire poker in their hands.

They have already tested the power of the ban.

When communicating with those "masters" in Taipingdao, whenever they try to kill someone, the restrictions will immediately take effect.

I don’t know whether the Taoist priest surnamed Feng can help them solve the problem.

But they had no other choice. After all, if they could solve the problem themselves, they would have done it long ago and would not have been suppressed until now.

Fortunately, they didn't have to do anything else in Taipingdao, so they were free to act, except occasionally helping out in fights.

Speaking of fighting, the Green Demon King couldn't help but think of the young Taoist priest he met last time.

I don’t know why, but I feel that the six of them seem to have a special affinity with “Taoists”.

The one who suppressed them was the Taoist ancestor, and the one who let them out was also an old Taoist. As a result, not long after, they met another Taoist genius.

Sometimes the Green Demon King would wonder if they were destined to be killed by a Taoist priest, or if God was just playing a joke on them?

Why use them to add merit to your own disciples?

It's just like Journey to the West, with its eighty-one difficulties. How many monsters are there from heaven among these eighty-one difficulties? Don't the gods and Buddhas in the sky have any idea of ​​it?

It’s an old tradition, right?

But...so what even if it is?

Even someone as powerful as Sun Wukong had to embark on the journey to the West in the end. He could have killed many monsters, but when he saw the monsters in the sky, he had no choice but to put down his knife and go looking for people.

In the early days, when Monkey King just came out of the Five Finger Mountain, he was very agile. When he met the robber White Bone Demon, he started fighting without saying a word.

Later, after putting on the golden hoop, he finally understood and never acted so cruelly again.

"Ugh……"

The Green Demon King raised his head and stared into the void, feeling somewhat lonely and calm at the same time.

If everything is really destined, then they can only continue to move forward like this.