Volume 1 Chapter 167: Not Fighting Back

Chapter 167: Not fighting back

Zhang Tianfang patted the ghost knife lightly and said, "You have some skills." He slashed out with his backhand.

The gray-clothed man was also a local overlord. He was very depressed when he was said to have some skills. However, he was convinced after seeing Zhang Tianfang's skills. With a push of his hands, more than a dozen iron balls the size of a head blocked in front of him.

Zhang Pa looked at Coke. There were people who used this thing to refine magic weapons. What were such large solid iron balls used for? Did they want to subdue people by smashing them? He took a few steps and blocked in front of the Golden Light Buddha.

The big monk saw someone saving him, put his hands together and said, "Thank you for saving my life. Your kindness will be rewarded." He led people to continue to walk towards Niangzi Pass. Zhang Pa couldn't understand why he didn't fight back when he was clearly capable of fighting?

Zhang Tianfang stopped the gray-clothed man, forced him into a panic with one knife after another, and then chopped him in half with all his strength. He turned around and spoke to Zhang Pa in a relaxed manner: "Kill him."

The gray-clothed man died, and the barbarian general looked extremely ugly. He ordered the troops to withdraw, and the low-level sorcerers retreated with the soldiers. When all the barbarians returned to the camp, three people flew out of the camp one after another. They were all bald and fierce men with a golden ring hanging on their left ears. After the three people appeared, one attacked Zhang Tianfang, one attacked Zhang Pa, and one cleaned up the dead sorcerer's body.

Zhang Pa pointed at Zhang Tianfang and shouted: "Go to him for revenge, he killed the man." He turned around and wanted to run, but saw the Golden Buddha moving slowly. He sighed and pulled out the Fire Snake Whip, and swept it towards the person who came.

Zhang Tianfang was not polite either. He threw out the ghost knife before the other party arrived. The ghost knife drew a strange arc in the air, and swung it several times, cutting out many black lines, forming a black net, covering the person who came.

The two were very fast. Seeing that the situation was not good, the two bald men on the other side hurriedly released their magic weapons to fight. Unfortunately, the Fire Snake Whip and the Ghost Knife were not ordinary magic weapons. One of them was burned to ashes with his magic weapon, and the other was chopped into pieces with his magic weapon. The third man picked up the body of the gray-clothed man, and his two companions had already died in front of the battle. His face turned pale and he said in a trembling voice: "Are you high-level cultivators?" He retreated quickly.

The warlock could not find out the level of the cultivators' cultivation, so he thought that the two were high-level cultivators, which made Zhang Tianfang very happy. He said to Zhang Pa: "He said I am a high-level cultivator, can you not kill him?" Zhang Pa also could not see the other party's cultivation level, and estimated that his strength was average, so he asked the bald man: "Two countries are at war, why do you cultivators join in?"

The man did not answer at all. He ran into the barbarian army camp in a moment, threw out a talisman, and the talisman exploded in the wind. At the same time as the talisman exploded, the entire camp burst into yellow smoke and dust, protecting all the barbarian soldiers.

Zhang Pa shook his head slightly: "Redundant." He turned around and talked to the monk: "Collect the magic weapon, they won't come." Seeing that the danger was gone, the monk made a Buddhist seal in the air, and the golden Buddha jumped into the air and shrank. The golden light gathered, and the Buddha gathered smaller and smaller, and finally turned into yellow Buddhist beads hanging on the monk's chest.

Zhang Pa looked strange, Buddhist beads are usually in strings, and this monk only has one Buddhist bead. He asked curiously: "Where are the others? Lost?" The monk did not answer, but helped the people to Niangzi Pass, saying as he walked: "There are 962 people in distress here, please be merciful to the general guarding the city, open the city gate to let them in, and give them some porridge and cakes."

Zhang Tianfang came to Zhang Pa: "This monk is pretty cool, I like him." As long as he can cause a blow to Zhang Pa, he likes anyone. Zhang Pa remembered the introduction of the uncles in Tianlei Mountain. The Buddhists are very powerful, but why doesn't this monk fight back?

Without the Golden Buddha, the people in distress moved faster and soon arrived at Niangzi Pass, shouting loudly for the guards to open the city gate. The generals on the city weighed the pros and cons and told the soldiers to reply: "We suspect your identity and motives, so we can't open the city gate." This caused the people to curse.

The people were originally weak and could not stand it, but they could hold on with the protection of the Golden Buddha. At this moment, they were about to return to the city, but they didn't expect that the soldiers of the same tribe would refuse to open the city gate. In disappointment, many people collapsed and fell down.

The monk was very anxious when he saw it, and shouted: "Can you throw some food down if the city gate is not opened? These people haven't eaten for three days." The soldiers on the city heard the monk's call but did not take any action. Some soldiers felt sorry for the people and secretly threw down some dry food, but it could not solve the problem of food and clothing for nearly a thousand people.

Zhang Pa's spiritual sense swept over, and nearly a thousand people were tired and weak. He condensed a big water ball, merged it into a life pill, threw the water ball out and exploded it, and a drizzle fell in the air, falling on the people to help heal and recover, so that the people regained vitality.

Zhang Tianfang muttered, "How generous." Zhang Pa smiled, threw him a pill and said, "Want to talk." Zhang Tianfang held the pill and looked at it for a while. He wanted to pretend to be cool and give it back to Zhang Pa, but he was reluctant to do so. In the end, he put it in his arms and put it away. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "Are there any more?"

After the treatment of the life pill, the people burst into vitality, jumped up and down and cursed the Song guards, asking them to open the city gate. The gatekeepers on the city looked at the novelty. They were weak a moment ago, but they were full of energy a moment later. They suspected that there was a problem and resolutely refused to open the city gate.

Zhang Pa smiled bitterly, a typical example of good intentions but hindrance. Turning around and walking towards the barbarian camp, he wanted to find out why there were sorcerers involved in the fight between the two countries.

After a while, he came to the gate of the barbarian camp. There was a magic circle here. He checked the Yuanshen and found nothing strange. With the Five Elements Body Protection Technique, he raised his hand and lightly touched the magic circle. A flash of white light pierced through the five body protection spells and cut off a piece of skin on his fingertips. Zhang Pa was so scared that he hurriedly retreated and hid far away, thinking: "What kind of magic circle is so powerful? The five techniques are useless."

Seeing that the people were temporarily safe, the great monk clasped his palms together and expressed his gratitude to Zhang Ai and Zhang Tianfang. Zhang Ai respected him and asked politely: "Are you a Buddhist?" The great monk said without concealing anything: "Exactly."

"According to what the dead man in gray just said, he is not very powerful. Why doesn't Master fight back?" Zhang Ain asked again.

The great monk asked, "Why fight back?"

"If you don't fight back, are you waiting to die?" Zhang Ain asked again with his eyes widened.

The great monk smiled modestly: "If you don't fight back, you may die. Didn't you help me?"

He couldn't explain clearly to this guy, so Zhang was worried: "If we don't take action, won't the master die?"

"Even if you don't take action, I may not die; but in other words, you saved nearly thousands of people. I want to thank you for your kindness." As he spoke, the great monk saluted the two of them.

This Buddhist was so stupid that he would rather be beaten than fight back for peace of mind. Changing the subject, Zhang asked, "Where did the master come from?"

The great monk replied: "I live here. I saw the war between the two countries started again, and the people of the Song Dynasty were killed and wounded countless people. I couldn't bear to see them suffer, so I gathered the remaining people outside the pass and took them to Niangzi Pass."

"Why do sorcerers join the barbarian army?" Zhang Ping asked. The great monk shook his head: "I don't know."

Behind him, the people in trouble and the garrison on the city were still arguing. Zhang Wen was impatient, so he walked into the crowd, grabbed a person and threw him onto the city wall. His technique was so clever that after the people climbed up the city wall, they fell down gently without any harm. Zhang Ain said loudly: "Check carefully to see if they are people from the Song Dynasty. After confirming that they are correct, they will be resettled."