After returning to the mountain safely, in order to prevent being defeated by each person, Chen Mang cleaned up his bedding and moved to Zhang Junbao's Taoist temple, and fought against the powerful enemy with their master and disciple.

After cleaning up, Chen Mang gathered the two of them in the yard, opened his own burden in front of the old and the young, and brightened up the family he had accumulated over the years.

"What is this? It looks so weird."

Song Chuwu curiously picked up a strange object with an iron-headed wooden handle and took it in his hand to look carefully.

"This is a homemade grenade I made. My father thought it was unpleasant and insisted on calling it a thunderbolt. I'll demonstrate it to you."

Chen Mang said, picking up a grenade, opening the safety cover, pulling down the pull rope, and throwing it out of the yard.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the stone half a person in front of the door exploded to pieces in an instant, and smoke and dust filled the air in an instant.

The little Taoist Song Chuwu was stunned, his mouth was so open that he could stuff a fist. He stood there in a daze, unable to recover from his senses for a long time.

Zhang Junbao was also in a state of shock and sweated coldly. He widened his eyes and looked at the shallow pit that exploded outside the door, and looked at Chen Mang with disbelief.

If you are not prepared, you may have to blow him up in pieces!

What kind of hidden weapon is this? It's so powerful!

Chen Mang was very satisfied with the expressions of the two of them. Each of them gave them two grenades and said, "This thing is difficult to make. I only made a dozen of them. My father used a few of them when he was squatting. I brought out half of the rest. He must have felt very distressed."

Zhang Junbao gasped when he heard this.

There are more than a dozen of these hidden weapons?

If you use it with a few masters to do sneak attacks, you may be able to destroy a sect!

Seeing Chen Mang bringing such a precious thing to them for self-defense, Zhang Junbao was quite moved and returned the two grenades that Chen Mang gave him, shook his head and said, "I can't use this thing, just give two self-defense for the fifth day of the lunar month."

Chen Mang nodded and said, "Okay, anyway, we are together, and it's the same for everyone to hold it. Then you attract that person's attention, and you will avoid it as soon as I send a secret code."

Then he took out a copper bell the size of a grenade and tapped it gently with an iron rod.

clang

A bell that hits the soul rang out, Zhang Junbao's spiritual soul was shaking, and his mind instantly cleared.

A moment later, he came to his senses and looked at Chen Mang with horror: "What kind of evil thing is this? It can even make people's hearts compelling!"

Chen Mang looked contemptuous: "What evil thing? This is the authentic soul-suppressing bell in Buddhism. It is usually used to calm your mind and meditate on Zen and enlighten the Tao. The Taoist sect also has this magic weapon. If you have been a Taoist priest for so long, don't you know this?"

Zhang Junbao was stunned for a moment, and then said excitedly: "There are bells, drums, wooden fish in temples of all sizes, but those are all ordinary things. I am only fortunate to see the real treasure today."

Chen Mang glanced at him speechlessly, stuffed the bronze bell to Song Chuwu, and reminded him: "People who do not practice deeply will lose their minds when they hear the bell. If you see strangers, you will knock it, and then your master and I will take the opportunity to attack."

Zhang Junbao's mouth twitched slightly: "This kind of holy object is actually used to attack..."

Chen Mangqiu said, "If your life is gone, what's the use of leaving it? Don't listen to your master on the fifth day of the first lunar month. If he listens to me, he doesn't count, but I will count! You stuff your ears in the past few days and knock them when you see them."

Song Chuwu secretly glanced at his master and silently hugged the bronze bell into his arms.

Seeing this, Zhang Junbao sighed helplessly.

Chen Mang continued to take things out: "This nail is covered with arrow poisonous wood juice. Oh, this poison is also called blood-sealing throat. When people realize that they are poisoned, they are basically helpless. I will dig a few holes in the yard and spread the nails at the bottom of the pit. I have a bottle of detoxification pill here. If you are poisoned, eat it quickly. You can prepare a few of them each."

"This is lime powder...the smoke can be contained in my mouth...smoke bomb...I imitated the soft hedgehog armor. You can use it to wear it on the fifth day of the lunar month. I have another one on my body...oh, this small iron tube is a rainy pear blossom needle, a hidden weapon, and it is also covered with poison..."

As Chen Mang took out the items of evil people like money, Zhang Junbao's scalp was numb, and a drop of cold sweat as big as beans flowed down his forehead.

Where did this little monster come out?

The East Evil in the past is not as good as his Evil!

Even Western poisons are not as poisonous as him!

Even if he is prepared for such things, 80% of them will be hit, not to mention the evil master who is not as good as his martial arts.

He was even impressed by the silence for the man in his heart.

I hope he doesn't open his eyes and find him, otherwise he will be dead without a burial place, and he will not even be able to keep his entire body...

After introducing the dazzling "self-defense" equipment, Chen Mang took the Taoist boy Song Chuwu to set up traps in various places in the Taoist temple.

Although in Zhang Junbao's opinion, this was unnecessary, it was not stopped. The reason was that he wanted to use Chen Mang's hand to teach his apprentice a lesson so that he could understand what the sinister world is...

The nervous Chen Mang did not sleep all night until the sun came out and saw that there was no strong enemy attacking him, so he went to rest assured to make up for his sleep.

After lunch, Zhang Junbao, who went down the mountain to inquire about the news, came back with anger and didn't eat. He sat at the dining table without saying a word, which scared Song Chuwu so much that he didn't dare to breathe.

Seeing this, Chen Mang had already guessed in his heart and sighed slightly, "Was that person going to harm others?"

Zhang Junbao nodded with an ugly expression: "He went back to the restaurant last night. The waiter and the shopkeeper and the family of five were all alive. There was a child just over one month old. If I had known this, I wouldn't have returned to the mountain last night."

"It's a pity that he has left Wudang overnight and disappeared, otherwise the old Taoist would have to pay his life!"

When Chen Mang heard that the man had left, he breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him: "Don't blame yourself. When I practice peerless martial arts, I will go down the mountain with you to destroy him."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Junbao sighed helplessly: "I don't know how many innocent people will be harmed by him this time. I will write a letter now so that my fellow workers in the world will pay more attention to this person's movements!" After that, he got up and walked to the bedroom to write a letter.

In the afternoon, Zhang Junbao sent the letter client out. Within a few days, he received several reply letters one after another, saying that he had never seen the person.

As time goes by, Chen Mang gradually forgot about this. He practiced with Song Chuwu during the day, studied Daocang together at night, and occasionally absorbed Zhang San's internal strength, waiting for "Zhang Sanfeng" to suddenly appear one day to teach him peerless martial arts.

Autumn goes and spring comes, and the year passes quietly.

It was not until this day that a nun in his early twenties came with a letter that he broke the tranquility in the Taoist temple.

After reading the letters sent, Zhang Junbao said nothing and went straight to the inner room to pack his bags.

Seeing this, Chen Mang looked at Song Chuwu who was stunned with sympathy, shook his head and sighed, "Poor child, we will depend on each other in the mountains from now on. Your master has fallen in love with this little master, and he will resolutely go down the mountain to return to secular life at the age of 60."

The nun beside him blushed, while Song Chuwu felt sad, and two tears rolled in his eyes.

Zhang Junbao, who came out of the house, glared at him and scolded: "What nonsense! The man found him last year. He called himself a Taoist Baishu. Now he has committed crimes in the Emei Mountain area, and many fellow practitioners in the world have been turned into his hands. I was invited to go on this trip and surrounded him with the knights of the world!"

Chen Mang was slightly stunned: "The Taoist Baishun, it turns out it was him."

Zhang Junbao looked at him in surprise and asked, "Do you know his background?"

Chen Mang nodded and said, "I don't know much. Since he is a Taoist in Baishen, the Yin-cold palm power he used should be the Xuanming Divine Palm. This kind of martial art was created by him. The cold poison enters the body of the middle palm, and it is difficult to suffer when it occurs. It will be dead for a lifetime. You need to use masculine internal force to drive away the cold poison to be saved."

The nun on the side nodded sadly: "My senior sister was hit by the Taoist palm, which was the above-mentioned symptoms. Fortunately, the senior sister returned to the mountain in time and was forced out of cold poison by the master with internal force, which saved her life. Although the senior sister's life was saved, her tendons and veins were damaged by the cold air, and her martial arts were completely destroyed."

Zhang Junbao looked solemn and hurried out: "No need to delay, let's hurry up now."

Chen Mang learned that the man was a Taoist Baishu and knew that he would die. He was no longer afraid and wanted to join in the fun. He hurriedly said, "Wait, how can you miss such a grand event? I will also open my eyes! Anyway, there are so many masters here, so we don't need us at all. Then we will eat melons from afar. On the fifth day of the lunar month, stay and look at the house!" After that, he chased the two of them and ran out.

Song Chuwu leaned alone at the door of the Taoist temple, watching their departure, tears rolled in his eyes.
Chapter completed!