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

Chapter 136 I'll Send You to Heaven
"Big brother!"

"Master of the Great Village!"

The situation on the field suddenly changed, and the bandits on the Erlongshan side were all shocked, and their offensive also came to a standstill.

Zhao Zhijing felt a little helpless. He had already taught Man'er two moves and wanted him to take this opportunity to try out their effectiveness, but he ended up forgetting them and rushing around again as usual.

It was because this monk thought he was so brave and crazy that he dared to take the attack head-on. If it were someone else, nine out of ten times they would have dodged it.

"Change!"

Seeing that Hua Heshang was too weak to fight anymore, Liu Qingxing shouted immediately, and Yang Guo took the opportunity to get rid of the Ascetic Monk.

The Tiangang Big Dipper Formation instantly turned into a four-person formation.

When the ascetic monk saw that the Flower Monk was lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, and the opponent's most difficult Zhao Zhijing had not yet finished fighting, he knew that this battle was doomed to be a disastrous defeat.

Now there was no time to care about anything else. Two of them were sent to drag Monk Hua into the gathering hall, while the others fought desperately to stop the four-man formation that was advancing step by step.

However, this four-man formation is very different from the seven-man formation that was mainly defensive. Not only is it much lighter and more flexible, even the long swords have been replaced with other weapons.

Kitchen knife, hammer, whisk, copper coin darts, mattock, tiger head hook, judge's pen, and so on.

In the blink of an eye, everyone except the ascetic monk was covered in wounds.

"Archers release their arrows!"

The ascetic monk shouted loudly towards the mountain, and then led everyone to hide in the gathering hall. In order to prevent the enemy from catching up, he reached into his arms and took out a hidden weapon.

"Don't chase the poor bandits!"

When Zhao Zhijing saw the ascetic monk reaching his hand into his bosom, he knew that he was probably going to use a hidden weapon. He opened his mouth to remind his disciples and tried to block the hidden weapon with the coin in his hand.

Who knew that the hidden weapons were actually several poisonous smoke bombs, which were not aimed at people, but hit the ground directly. After a burst of fire, thick black smoke immediately rose.

"Cover your mouth and nose."

Zhao Zhijing first took a look at the situation on the mountain. Seeing that no archers appeared after the monk shouted, he knew that reinforcements had arrived and there was no need to worry about any mechanisms or traps.

Seeing that the other party retreated into the Juyi Hall, before the door could be closed, Zhao Zhijing jumped forward, poured his internal energy into his hands, and condensed palm winds to the left and right.

"call!"

The black smoke that was spreading all around was blown back into the gathering hall by the cyclone stimulated by the internal force.

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Not long after, bursts of coughing were heard in the gathering hall. Everyone was forced to do nothing, and seeing that there were no bows and arrows set up outside, they had to run out again in disgrace.

It was too late to say anything now. The monk knew that he would only die a more miserable death if he fell into Ding Weizhong's hands, so he gritted his teeth and fought again.

Among the eight sharp swords, some people had already begun to feel timid. They roared together as a group, and felt only pleasure and excitement when they killed and plundered indiscriminately.

Now it is my turn to be the fish on the chopping board, but don’t we all have the awareness to take responsibility for our own life and death?

Here, the four people led by Xu Qinghao joined forces to block the ascetic monk. The ascetic monk was already fighting for his life and would rather get injured than take a few others with him, so it was not easy to take him down for the time being.

Liu Qingxing said loudly: "The monk has eighty-seven deaths to his credit, twenty-five of which were caused by fighting in rivers and lakes, and the rest were caused by civilians who did not know martial arts."

"Hey! Stop acting so righteous. You killed me today just to win credit from that dog official named Ding. What Master Zhao of Huashan? Pah!"

This chain of schemes was very elaborate, but Erlong Mountain was only an unimportant part of it. How could Zhao Zhijing possibly tell him the whole plan?
"It doesn't matter."

"You were killed today because of your many evil deeds. If I have such a day, someone else will come to kill me."

"Hahahahahahaha!" The monk's face was full of resentment and his eyes shot out fierce light. He gathered all his strength and wanted to rush to Zhao Zhijing.

Xu Qinghao, who was fighting with him, thought of Jia Wan and others whom he had let go last time. Perhaps it could be said that since no lives were lost, their crime did not deserve the death penalty.

But this ascetic monk deserved his punishment for killing innocent people. The monk seized the opportunity and smashed the monk on the head with the hammer.

"I.I.No."

His skull was shattered, and the monk threw away his two swords. He staggered and fell backwards, and died before he could say the last word.

"Kill! Kill one and I'll break even. Kill two and I'll make another profit!"

On the other side, Jiang Heng saw the ascetic monk being killed, and knew that there were many innocent souls killed by his own knife. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well fight for his life.

Some of the other men among the eight sharp swords were aroused by Jiang Heng and started to fight, while others were hoping for luck and thought that if they surrendered, they might be able to keep their lives.

"Jiang Heng, the ghost-headed knife, has fifty-seven deaths on his shoulders."

"Ruan Kai, the ring-handled sword, is responsible for the deaths of people."

As the opponent began to fight desperately, the four of them joined forces and went forward to meet the enemy. Zhao Zhijing kept Guan Man'er by his side as there was no need for him to take action at this time.

It didn't take long for the disciples to kill Jiang Heng and others one after another. It was also the first time that they personally experienced the truly cruel side of the martial arts world.

"Daozhang Zhao!"

A man jumped down from the mountain over there and landed very steadily. It was the great hero Guo Jing.

"Hero Guo!"

Zhao Zhijing bowed and said that the reason he dared to lead his disciples into Erlong Mountain was because Guo Jing sneaked in secretly and eliminated all the archers ambushing on the mountain.

"In addition to strong bows and crossbows, these bandits also prepared a lot of kerosene. I think they want to burn the mountain at the last minute so that they can escape in the chaos."

At this point, the overall situation had been decided. Most of the remaining bandits in Erlongshan surrendered, and some tried to escape through mountain roads or trails, but were also captured by people arranged in advance outside the mountain.

"How did you manage to sneak into Erlong Mountain?"

The two who had not yet been killed among the eight sharp swords asked in a trembling voice: "There is only one way up the mountain, and there is a village gate blocking the way. Did you fly down from the sky?"

Guo Jing glanced at the two of them and knew that these bandit leaders of Erlong Mountain were people who killed innocent people indiscriminately, so he disdained to answer.

In fact, although there is only one way to go up the mountain, Erlong Mountain is not very steep. With Guo Jing's martial arts skills, it would not be difficult for him to climb up from the cliffs at the back of the mountain.
Zhao Zhijing thought that the next step was the crucial moment of finishing the battle, and there was no point in wasting time here, so he asked, "There are only two of you left, decide whether to fight or surrender quickly."

One of them remembered the words "God is merciful" that he had heard at the mountain gate, and said carefully: "The Immortal Master once said that God is merciful. We two are willing to plead guilty and ask the Immortal Master to forgive us this time!"

Zhao Zhijing had accurate information from Huang Rong, and what Liu Qingxing had just said was part of it.

Therefore, it can be confirmed that no matter whether these people follow the rules of the underworld or the laws of the imperial court, they will not be able to escape death in the end.

Besides, Ding Weizhong was not present at the time, so there was no need to continue acting.

"Yes, God is indeed merciful."

"So I will just send you to heaven."

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