Chapter 825: Demon Slayer (3)
Lu Yi smiled brightly.
He waved to the monk Benxiang, and the monk Benxiang, along with a group of fellow disciples, came to Lu Yi happily.
A pair of eyes as big as bowls stared at Lu Yi's face, which was surrounded by rosy clouds and whose facial features could not be seen clearly. He looked again and again, and then put his hands together solemnly: "May I ask your name, Master? I don't think I have ever seen you, Master?"
Lu Yi looked at the monk Benxiang with a smile.
Tsk, this bastard Ah Hu always chooses disciples who are big, sturdy, and have a bit of banditry in their bones. At first glance, they look like a big monk, but if you look closely, they are more like old bandits wearing monk's robes!
With this kind of appearance, he can just dress up a little and go robbing people on the road. He doesn't even need to shout the famous slogan "This mountain is mine", and the passing merchants will obediently empty their pockets to donate money and things to him!
There is an extremely strange feeling in my heart.
Tsk, this can be considered as his 'next generation', right? Although he is Ah Hu's apprentice, all the tiger masters in the Hundred Tiger Hall are good brothers who have sworn blood oaths, which is equivalent to being his apprentice.
Hey!
Lu Yi raised his hand and touched the big head of the monk Benxiang affectionately: "He is a good man, but his magic is a bit crude... How did Ah Hu teach his disciples? In addition to fighting and chopping, what else can you do?"
Benxiang and a group of fellow apprentices widened their eyes at the same time.
Benxiang did not feel the slightest bit disgusted by Lu Yi's behavior of reaching out and stroking his big head - he felt the closeness, intimacy, and doting attitude emanating from Lu Yi, just like that of his own grandfather.
This feeling reminded Benxiang of a time long, long ago when he was just a small-time street pickpocket. He was caught by the owner and was nearly beaten to death. Then, Ah Hu suddenly descended from the sky and took him in as his disciple.
At that time, Ah Hu stroked his little head so affectionately and intimately.
Ben Xiang felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart, and his originally straight waist inexplicably bent down. He said to Lu Yi with a smile: "Hey, hey, Master only taught these... uh, there are also some Buddha's light, Buddhist teachings and so on, but they are too trivial. We are too lazy to learn and can't learn..."
"Uh, may I ask your title, sir?" I asked again very carefully.
"Well, let's not tell them for now, I'm afraid to scare them away." Lu Yi smiled and made a strange gesture with his hands - he put his ten fingers together and made a handprint similar to a tiger's head. This was a gesture that the tiger masters of the Hundred Tigers Hall, who were still hanging out on the streets of Dayin Haojing a long time ago, used to convey information to each other in certain special occasions when it was inconvenient to communicate verbally.
The gesture made by Lu Yi represents his identity as the big brother of Baihutang!
I don’t know whether Ah Hu and the others have passed down this set of gestures!
The result, what a good one!
As soon as Lu Yi made this gesture, Benxiang, Benyuan, and the 108 monks in formation all put their hands together, and bowed deeply to Lu Yi with red faces. The heartbeats of these monks suddenly soared to an alarming level, "bang, bang, bang", as if a group of drunk men were frantically beating war drums in their hearts!
Lu Yi's face twitched.
Ah Hu really passed on this set of hand gestures and sign language to his own disciples - well, you passed on these methods of a gang to a group of Buddhist disciples, are you opening a temple, or a branch of Baihutang?
A group of great monks stood behind Lu Yi respectfully.
Their eyes were blazing with malice as they stared at Yu Gu'ao who was cursing and roaring in front of them - these monks were filled with a feeling of gloating at this moment.
Haha, the boss of your Emperor of Shenyin Dynasty and thirty-five kings is back.
The boss of Baihutang is back.
The abbot of the Qionghua Ancient Temple is back.
You clowns, evil heretics... The monk Benxiang couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "The rules of the underworld , if you break into the door and betray the gang, you will be stabbed three times and six times, and thrown into the oil pan upside down..."
Yu Gu'ao no longer cared about Lu Yi and this group of monks.
His attention, his entire heart, was occupied by the fear brought by the Nine Clans Extermination Formation outside the city.
Why would Yu Canglang set up this large formation outside Mofeng City specifically for the purpose of massacring the city?
"Dad, what are you doing? What are you doing?" Yu Gu'ao screamed at the top of his lungs.
A stream of light slowly approached from a distance. The huge golden palace pushed the thick clouds in the sky. The majestic aura turned into substantial wind pressure, making the city defense formation of Mofeng City rustle.
Yu Canglang's image slowly rose above the Golden Palace. He sat high on the golden throne and said in a cold voice, "Why are you howling like a ghost? If your father wanted to do something to you, would it be necessary to make such a big fuss? Your father is just taking precautions... Hurry up and complete the last step. You are a waste, and even a group of thieves and monks can't deal with you! What's the use of you? "
Yu Gu'ao looked at Yu Canglang tremblingly: "Are you just taking precautions?"
He asked cautiously, "Aren't you going to do anything to the child?"
Yu Canglang waved his hands impatiently: "I'm going to attack you, do you have a chance to resist? Do you dare to resist? It's just a matter of one finger to strangle you to death, are you worth such a big show?"
Waving his hand, Yu Canglang said coldly: "Hurry up and complete the last step. If you succeed, the benefits promised to you will not be discounted at all. If you fail... you also know your father's temper!"
Yu Gu'ao blinked his eyes and looked at Yu Canglang pitifully: "Then, I will continue... But, I want to sacrifice the blood of the people in this city to enhance the power of the little Du Lu Yuan Mo, but I was stopped by this group of thieves... Dad, what do you think?"
Yu Canglang looked up at the sky helplessly. He murmured, "Trash is trash, but after all, it is my own offspring. Sigh... it must be that your mother's bloodline is too bad, which makes you so useless... Never mind, just follow the law. I will help you deal with these little thieves."
Yu Gu'ao responded happily, shrank his head, and went into the defense formation of the City Lord's Mansion.
Yu Canglang looked coldly at Lu Yi and the others: "Oh, I don't know what you mean. You... didn't come here just to ruin my plan? What's so great about Mofeng City that is worth a bunch of thieves like you coming here to stir up trouble?"
Monk Benxiang and others all looked at Lu Yi.
Lu Yi turned around and looked at Yu Canglang's image with a smile. Looking at that familiar face, his mind was full of thoughts, and countless ideas finally turned into a deep sigh: "It's easy to change the hearts of old friends... but... well, I'm just curious about what your nine-son ghost father Xiaodu Lu Yuanmo looks like in the end."
"Yeah, I just bumped into him, so I wanted to watch the fun."
"I promise, as long as you don't touch a hair of the people in the city, I will let this little Du Lu Yuan Mo finally take shape. How about it?"
