"Failed, Sengqi failed."

"Maitreya was a compassionate person in this life. He wanted to put things to rest, but he was sealed in a bronze statue for forty years."

"Taoism really deceives people too much. You must know that Buddha still has the fire of ignorant karma."

"If good words don't work, I let Black Maitreya's vicious dog break up with them."

On the land of Hebei, Buddhists everywhere are ready to move.

Zhong Sheng didn't know yet that he left early and missed a big show.

The doves of Buddhism failed, and even the current Maitreya was sealed. In the end, the hawks gained the upper hand.

The situation in the world is also slipping more and more towards turmoil and chaos.

"Go west, go west, that's right!"

Zhong Sheng stopped where he was and looked around. After walking for so many days, he still found nothing.

He began to wonder if he had been deceived, and the white-robed monk randomly pointed in the direction, causing him to run in vain.

"If that's true, the monk is too bad, so I should treat him as a good person."

Zhong Sheng was so upset that he took the donkey and the ape with him and found a tea shed to rest and sit down.

After drinking half a bucket of hot tea in one breath, my irritability calmed down slightly.

"Ouch!"

Screams rang out, and some people were rolling on the ground, covering their broken wrists, and whining non-stop.

The little donkey stood nearby with an innocent face, so what if it kicked him?

The man who just sneaked closer and tried to steal the package on his back was just a thief.

"Be more alert from now on. If you lose one of your hands, you are lucky."

Zhong Sheng led the little donkey away, with a pair of bright eyes staring behind him.

"Quack quack quack!"

On the dead trees beside the road, crows crow noisily, one after another.

Often when a crow makes a sound, a group of crows respond, circling around for a long time, and passers-by cover their ears and hurry away.

When Zhong Sheng passed by on a donkey, the crows were quiet at first, and then started croaking again when he passed by.

The ground is covered with a layer of dark feathers, which looks dirty and covered in dirt and dust.

The ape pulled Zhongsheng's collar, indicating that he wanted to leave for a moment.

"Go!"

The monkeys jumped up to the dead trees beside the road, and the crows perched on the branches fled like a frying pan.

It casually broke off a dead branch and swung back and forth between the trees. It walked farther and farther, and after a while, its back was no longer visible.

"Quack quack quack!"

In the distant trees, there was a faint cry of crows, which seemed to be a flock of crows that had been frightened by monkeys.

Clusters of dead branches are intertwined, but deep in the branches, a pair of bright eyes are hidden.

There is someone! He is hiding in a dead tree on the roadside, ambushing Zhong Sheng on the roadside where he passes.

"..."

The sound of weak breathing, then the shaking of branches was hidden, and there was the cover of noisy crows

This is an excellent hiding place in nature. Even if someone is known to be there, it will be difficult to detect without looking carefully.

"Hoo ho ho, the fat sheep is coming."

The owner of the eyes picked up a clay ball with his fingertips and pinched it on the leather pocket of the bowstring.

On the road at the end of the sight, Zhong Sheng is riding a donkey, swaying from side to side when bumping, and seems to be dozing off.

When he was at the tea shed, he carefully observed Zhong Sheng. The package of gifts was rich, containing gold and silver silk cloth, and the quantity was quite large.

These are the hard currencies used in troubled times, and a small sum can last for several years.

However, the tea shed is not a place for hands-on work.

A rash colleague secretly stepped forward to inquire, but his wrist was broken off by an angry donkey.

The path opened in this dry forest is unclear and is a geomantic treasure for blocking the road.

"Bamboo is broken, bamboo is restored."

"Flying stones, chasing meat."

"Medium."

The bow string flicked open, and the mud ball was thrown out of the leather bag, like a meteor, hitting the figure on the donkey's back.

As the saying goes, a hundred thousand bows can make a bullet! Don't think that a slingshot is just a toy. If it hits the forehead, your brain will burst on the spot.

Before anyone could land and make a sound, he jumped down from the tree and stepped forward to take the donkey away.

Suddenly, all the hair on his body stood up, as if there was a tiger in front of him.

"Where are you from? Hit me with stones!"

Zhong Sheng looked at the broken soil on his shoulders, thinking that there were some short-sighted thieves blocking the road again.

The mud pill hit his body, numbing him slightly, and then his skin was shattered into pieces.

A young man stood up from the roadside, holding a slingshot, and looked at Zhong Sheng in shock.

Clay pellets are made from clay kneaded into a ball and dried. When shot from a slingshot, they can even break through clay pots.

If the flesh and blood body is hit, the bones will be broken into pieces. If other parts are hit, the skin and flesh will be bruised and swollen, and the muscles and bones will be torn apart by severe pain.

The 'fat sheep' in front of me looked like a normal person, with not a single scratch visible.

"It seems that the clay pellets are not enough."

The young man took out a golden flower bullet from the leather bag at his waist and popped it out without saying a word.

A sound broke through the air...

Zhong Sheng heard the force was so strong that he couldn't catch it with his bare hands, so he raised his ancient sword to block it.

With one stroke of the sword, the golden flower bullet was cut into two halves.

The power of metal projectiles has far exceeded 1.8 joules. They are not children's toys. They pierce the skull and are used to kill people.

"What a murderous little thief, come here and die."

Zhong Sheng stepped forward with his sword in hand. After taking a few steps, two more golden bullets came towards him.

The young man drew the bow and fired very fast, firing two bullets in one breath.

"Well done."

Zhong Sheng twisted his waist to lift the crowd, jumped into the air, turned over and let go of two golden flower bombs.

Just as he was about to land, he saw two golden flower bombs turning around and rising upwards.

The target is suddenly Zhong Sheng, who is in mid-air and has nowhere to rely on.

"Swipe!"

Zhong Sheng swung his long sword and knocked away the two golden flower bullets.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a young man not far away gently plucking the string of a slingshot.

As soon as the bowstring sounded, the two golden flower bullets switched directions again and continued to shoot towards Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng turned over and landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of flames, which submerged two golden flower bullets.

This move happened so unexpectedly that the young man was stunned for a moment, and the two golden flower bombs immediately fell to the ground and were stepped on by Zhong Sheng into the soil.

"What a handsome slingshot skill. Where did you learn this skill?"

Zhong Sheng also played with slingshots, shot birds, and hunted wild dogs, but he never thought that the projectiles could bend as desired and be as flexible as birds.

"Warlock?"

The young man saw Zhong Sheng breathing fire and didn't care. After all, breathing fire is an essential part of street performance.

He picked up a few more golden bullets, pinched them in his leather pocket, and opened the slingshot.

Whoosh!

Three golden flower bullets shot through the air, divided into upper, middle and lower directions, and shot towards Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng saw where he was coming from and stabbed three times with the ancient sword. He accurately identified the three projectiles.

Unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred while the Golden Flower Bullet was traveling.

The golden flower bullets on the left and right sides suddenly moved toward the center, and a collision sound was heard

The next moment, the trajectory of the projectiles changed. The central one was rising and falling in an arc from above the head.

The other two, one on the left and one on the right, flew diagonally across the arc and circled behind Zhong Sheng.

This move is so tricky. Unless Zhong Sheng has eyes and two hands behind his back, he will never be able to stop him.

Well, it’s not impossible!

Suddenly, the young man's eyes flashed, and three golden bullets fell into Zhong Sheng's palm.

"I thought it was pure gold?"

Crush the projectile casually and see the core inside.

The so-called golden flower bullets are originally iron tires plated with copper and made to look golden.
Chapter completed!