I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 135 The whole army attacks
Zhao Zhijing led his disciples and walked in slowly. They didn't look like they were going to fight, but rather just casually go up the mountain for fun.

Ding Weizhong watched the village gate open and close, and only breathed a sigh of relief after Zhao Zhijing's figure disappeared.

They quickly retreated to the back and waited for Zhao Zhijing to send a signal, and then the entire army would move forward.

In fact, he wanted to make both Zhao Zhijing and Erlongshan lose, and it would be best if they fought to the death, and then he would wipe out the entire group without leaving any alive to prevent future troubles.

However, he was really afraid of the miraculous martial arts of the people in the martial arts world. If something went wrong, his whole family would never have a peaceful life again.

"I want to see if you can still put on such a frivolous attitude after you also receive the reward from the envoy!"

"Master Zhao, please!"

The road up the mountain is not tortuous, but it is quite long, and there is only one road from the front.

Three checkpoints are set up in each section, with rolling logs, stones, wooden fences and chevaux de frise piled up densely, giving off a sense of one man blocking the way for ten thousand.

The ascetic monk led the way personally. The thugs on both sides of the road looked unfriendly, but no one spoke. They just stared at Zhao Zhijing and his disciple.

When you reach the end of the mountain road, there is a piece of open space in front of you. It is built quite flat. Even though the sun is still high in the sky, there are still torches and braziers lit around.

Flags of various colors were fluttering around the open space, weapons racks were arranged neatly, and there were four people standing on both sides. They should be the eight sharp swords of Erlongshan.

There was a man standing outside the door of the central gathering hall. He was over eight feet tall, with a broad back and strong arms. His already shiny bald head shone even brighter in the sun, making people dare not look at him closely.

"Um"

"Good light bulb."

Zhao Zhijing praised him secretly, then turned around and called Guan Man'er to his side. If nothing unexpected happened, this bald guy would be perfect for Man'er to practice on.

The letter sent by Huang Rong contained very detailed information about these people. Although they had some reputation in the green forest, they were at most second-rate in the underworld.

"Master Zhao has come from afar, what advice do you have for me?"

The voice of Hua Heshang was extremely rough, and the ascetic monk next to him and the eight sharp swords all looked at Zhao Zhijing and his disciple.

"I'm making a bet with someone. If you surrender, I'll take you to the government and convict you according to Song law. Maybe you'll have a chance to survive."

Zhao Zhijing said very seriously: "If you still want to resist, then according to the rules of the martial arts world, you will be responsible for your own life and death."

The Flower Monk laughed loudly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. However, the rest of the people had gloomy faces and fierce eyes, and it seemed that they were ready to attack at any time.

The ascetic monk was always deep in thought, but at this moment he suddenly felt uneasy. From the moment he saw Zhao Zhijing, a strange thought flashed through his mind, that he should run as far away as possible.

But no matter how skilled Zhao Zhijing is in martial arts, he can be caught in a trap by using powerful crossbows, rockets and poisonous arrows by relying on the terrain here. What's more, aren't his disciples also top masters?
"Master Zhao, we have no grudges in the past or in the present, so why do you have to force me to do this?"

Zhao Zhijing shook his head slightly. "If you dare to trouble me, I will praise you for your courage."

"That's because of that dog official named Ding?"

Zhao Zhijing nodded, "Yes, but not entirely."

After hearing this ambiguous answer, the monk sneered and said, "Master Zhao, do you know that the dog official is far more vicious than Erlongshan in collecting taxes and levying heavy taxes? Why did he suddenly change his nature and plead for the people, and have to make things difficult for us?"

"I know."

"I'm afraid you don't know, that dog..." ".Hmm?"

Zhao Zhijing knew that the other party was stalling for time, but he was also stalling for time, so he went with the flow and said, "You and Ding Weizhong are the same kind of people, colluding with officials and bandits to bully the people."

"Later, because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, you fell out with each other. You relied on the evidence of collusion with Ding Weizhong, so you became a bandit in Erlong Mountain."

"Ding Weizhong wanted to send a large army to encircle and suppress you, but he was afraid that if one or two of you escaped, you would spread the evidence in your hands, so he was cautious."

Monk Hua said angrily, "Since you know this, why do you still want to interfere? What the hell is this famous and upright sect? What the hell is Master Zhao of Huashan? All crows are black!"

"Do it!"

"let's go."

As soon as Hua Heshang shouted, the bandits immediately surrounded him with weapons in hand. Zhao Zhijing slowly put his hands behind his back, and his disciples drew their swords and rushed forward from both sides.

Except for Guan Maner, the other sixteen disciples formed two Tiangang Beidou formations, one on the left and one on the right to resist the opponent's attack.

Liu Qingxing and Yang Guo were facing off against the Flower Monk and the Toudao Monk. A fight was about to break out, with shouts and curses coming one after another.

The staff in Flower Monk's hand was powerful and strong, the long and short swords in the Asura Monk's hand were unpredictable, the eight sharp swords had different blades, and they were quite experienced in the charge and gained the upper hand from the beginning.

Zhao Zhijing looked around and listened carefully, taking in the overall situation on the field, with a few copper coins in each hand behind his back.

Although he said that he would not help unless it was the last moment, he couldn't really watch his disciple's life in danger.

"Hold your positions and don't be scared by them!"

Without Zhao Zhijing saying anything, the older brothers had already reminded the younger brothers to hold their positions. This was the first time they were facing a life-and-death battle, so it was normal for them to be seized by the momentum of these bloodthirsty thugs.

The disciples with higher martial arts skills took the initiative to share the pressure and took on most of the attacks, allowing the other disciples to gradually calm down and no longer let their timidity affect their ability to perform. The disadvantages were then equalized bit by bit.

"In terms of martial arts alone, Qingxing and the others are mostly on par with the other side, or even slightly better."

"The only thing I lack is my experience against enemies. Fortunately, I practiced hard and prepared well in advance. Although I made mistakes when I was nervous, it's still okay overall."

Zhao Zhijing watched the situation on the field gradually become intense. He alone guarded the rear of the minions rushing to reinforce from the mountain road. He patted Guan Man'er's shoulder and said, "Man'er, go and fight that big bald guy."

Guan Man'er had been keeping a close eye on his fellow brothers, especially on the situation of fellow brother Yang Guo. He couldn't help but step forward several times. When he saw his master finally speaking, he immediately pounced on him.

The Sakya Elephant Throwing Skill that he had been practicing not only increased his internal strength, but was also quite helpful for his lightness skills. Moreover, now that he didn't have to lift the boulder, his speed increased exponentially.

Guan Man'er didn't care about the staff in Hua Heshang's hand and just bumped into him.

The attack was fierce, but when Hua Heshang saw that he could not take down the young Quanzhen Taoist priest, he became furious and swung his Zen staff to force Liu Qingxing back. Then he shouted and was ready to take the blow head-on.

"Oh!"

Hua Heshang felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram used to break down a city gate. He flew backwards, knocking over the flagpole and the weapons rack before he came to a stop.

"Big brother!"

"Master of the Great Village!"

(End of this chapter)