He Lan Tianxia

Murong Junlan swiftly extended his thin rope, knocking the wooden stick away with a "plop." Just as he was about to step forward, the staff suddenly came to rest against Yan'er's neck, and a voice rang out.

"Your Highness, we meet again." The abbot emerged from the bushes, looking slightly disheveled, but with a smug expression.

"This is what they call 'finding something after searching high and low,' so just surrender." Murong Junlan stared straight at his Yan'er, but Yan'er's eyes were fixed on the gorilla.

"Husband, save me."

Murong Junlan had no time for jealousy and was about to make a move when the broken monkey suddenly grabbed the pale-faced scholar and threw him at the abbot. The innkeeper panicked and quickly turned to attack as well. Murong Junlan didn't think much of it and charged forward with his rope.

The abbot had originally intended to show off a bit and use the old man as a bargaining chip, but he didn't expect the group to attack him so suddenly without giving him a chance to catch his breath. He dared not be careless anymore. He threw his staff to the monk next to him, pulled out a small knife from his sleeve, and tightened it on Yan'er's neck. A trickle of blood immediately flowed from Yan'er's neck.

Murong Junlan's heart leaped into his throat at the sight. He looked at the bright red color with heartache, then swung his hand forcefully, and the thin rope swiftly and accurately struck down from the abbot's bald head.

A sharp gust of wind swept through the abbot's ears, like a razor-sharp sword slicing them numb, as if half of them had been sliced ​​away. In that instant of pain and shock, Murong Junlan's second deadly attack struck, forcing the abbot back several steps as he shouted:

"Fuck me."

At this moment, the monkey became more aggressive and suddenly charged forward. Murong Junlan thought to himself, what kind of fighting style is this? In any case, the monks' forte is setting up formations. As long as they are not allowed to set up formations, their chances of winning will be smaller. Moreover, the abbot needs to control the princess. If he can't even establish the core of the formation, the Little Vajra Formation cannot be set up.

At this moment, the pale-faced scholar was thrown by the broken monkey and crashed straight into the abbot. The abbot could have taken out his short knife and killed the pale-faced scholar immediately, but he dared not. He was afraid that if the short knife left the princess, his life would be in real danger. So he raised his foot and kicked the pale-faced scholar.

"Mini Vajra Formation." The abbot, holding the princess hostage, stepped aside, and a dozen or so monks emerged.

"You damn monkey, disrupt them!" Murong Junlan ordered the fellow as he approached step by step, wielding a thin rope.

Strangely, the gorilla was unusually obedient today. It said "idiot" to the abbot with a smug look, grabbed a branch, and swung its huge body across the branch. It seems to be best at causing trouble.

The shopkeeper caught the pale-faced scholar who was kicked over, said "Master, be careful," and then joined the fight.

At this moment, the monks who came out had already begun to set up their formation. Murong Junlan was anxious. After all, the other side had a large number of people and was powerful. He had only brought Lingyi with him when he came out because he was worried that they would not be able to handle it when the abbot returned. Even if he wanted to find the princess, he did not intend to confront them directly. He only wanted to take her by trickery. He did not expect that they would come directly even if he did not want to. What should he do? He dared not kill indiscriminately because the princess was in their hands.

Just as Murong Junlan was getting a bit overwhelmed, someone in the monks suddenly cried out in surprise.

"snake."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the abbot felt a sharp bite on his leg, followed by the snake slithering up his trousers. Good heavens, what if that thing got bitten? He hadn't decided whether to marry her or not, but that thing was still useful, wasn't it? The abbot released the princess and began slapping his own trouser leg violently.

I just saw the snake go into the abbot's trouser leg and it has already escaped. What's the point of setting up a formation? Besides, a snake bites you without warning, and if it releases its venom, you might die instantly.

"Ah!" The abbot seemed to have been bitten, but the snake was still inside his pants and refused to come out. He had no mind to deal with anything else; his whole being was focused on catching the snake, and the other monks, at a loss, ran away.

The monkey swung around, scratching their heads a few times, or even grabbing someone's ear, tearing their tattered robes, which frightened the monks so much that they scattered in all directions.

Murong Junlan leaped forward, reaching out to grab Yan'er, who was now within arm's reach. Unexpectedly, the pale-faced scholar arrived at the same time. Murong Junlan gave him no chance to get close to Yan'er, turning his body to shove the scholar aside and pulling Yan'er into his arms.

He carried Yan'er and ran a long way before stopping. Then he took out some pills from his pouch, crushed them, mixed them with some leaf juice, and applied them to Yan'er's neck.

"Does it hurt?" Murong Junlan asked Guan Che.

"A little." This time, Yan'er didn't push Murong Junlan away, because the scene just now had really scared her so much that her legs went weak. She hadn't recovered from the shock yet, and she didn't have the strength to push Prince Murong away. She felt like she needed to lean on his chest.

Without their leader, the monks were scattered and fled in all directions. Since even the abbot was in dire straits, they had to save their own lives. So, they abandoned their captive "abbot" and ran for their own lives. Meanwhile, the abbot was still locked in a fierce struggle with Lingyi, which was peeking out of his trousers from time to time, occasionally leaping out and biting him, scaring the abbot so much that he urinated. Smelling the foul odor of urine, Lingyi, unable to bear it any longer, suddenly sprang out.

As expected of the abbot, the abbot, who had even wet his pants in shock, turned around and grabbed the bound "abbot," challenging Murong Junlan, who was carrying the princess back:

"Let's see who you can save today!"

Wasn't the abbot just shoved between Ling Yi's legs? How dare he challenge him? He's no pushover. Over the years, he's been holding the abbot captive, forcing him to teach him the Iron Cloth Formation. So, the abbot has already used the Iron Cloth Formation to cover himself, preventing Ling Yi from getting close. The abbot's vicious expression returned, and he burst into loud laughter.

Lingyi thought to himself, "He's already wet his pants, and he's still laughing so happily? I should have bitten that thing off earlier." At this moment, Lingyi also saw the iron cloth covering the abbot. He didn't go over easily, but instead pondered how to deal with him.

"Abbot?" Murong Junlan was taken aback, but he immediately guessed that this was not the real "Abbot" but an old man. Only he and Yan'er had seen the "Abbot's" face, so he whispered to Yan'er in his arms, "Keep the Abbot's secret a secret."

Yan'er seemed to have guessed something as well. She whispered, "I know," and remained in Murong Junlan's arms. What should she do? Her legs were still weak.

Seeing that Murong Junlan was unable to free up his hands, the abbot became even more smug. He pushed the "abbot" in front of him and raised his voice again, his tone menacing:

"Today, you forced the abbot to his death. Tomorrow, I will proclaim to the world that the abbot of Anqiao Temple died at the hands of Prince Murong. Prince Murong, from now on, you are the public enemy of Anqiao Temple and the public enemy of the martial arts world. As for this old monk, he will still be the benevolent master of Anqiao Temple, saving all sentient beings. Ha..."

“Amitabha. Abbot, monks should not have deluded thoughts; turning back is the right path.” The abbot spoke.

The abbot kicked the "abbot" in the leg, causing the "abbot" to fall. The abbot then pulled him up as a shield.

"Stop pretending. Don't think I don't know. You secretly kept the Vajra Formation manual from the temple, forcibly stole the relics, and conspired with that old man down the mountain to destroy my Dark Woodcutter Temple. I arrested you to rid the people of this scourge. Didn't you faint a while ago? What, did the relics bring you back to life? Hurry up and hand over the relics, and I might spare your body for the sake of Buddha's compassion."

The abbot laughed heartily: "Abbot, you're overthinking it. What you're saying is completely unknown to me. What I do know is that you burned all three thatched huts at the foot of the mountain to ashes." The abbot turned and glared at the abbot, his words sharp: "Give me back his life."

The abbot suddenly said with some doubt, "He doesn't seem to be dead, but he's gone missing."

The abbot suddenly rammed his head into the head monk: "Give him back to me."

Just as the abbot was about to retaliate, a hidden arrow suddenly flew towards his head with a "whoosh." Before he could react, a thin rope wrapped around his iron shield. Murong Junlan pulled hard, and with a "crack," the iron shield ripped apart. Murong Junlan, holding Yan'er in his left arm, flew forward, the thin rope lashing out again, striking the abbot's face. The abbot was shocked. He hadn't expected Murong Junlan to be so fast while carrying someone. He dared not fight recklessly, so he pushed aside the "abbot" in front of him with both hands, grabbed the staff on the ground, and with a powerful push, flew away on the spot.

The abbot fell forward. At that moment, Lingyi and Murong Junlan saw that the short knife the abbot had just used was lying face down on the ground. If the abbot had fallen, he would have been gone.

Murong Junlan still had Yan'er in his hands. Just as they were heading in the other direction, at the critical moment, Ling Yi's body changed, and then he rolled towards the "abbot" and rolled him out. The short knife just happened to grazed Ling Yi's body, leaving a bloody gash.