C78 (2/2)

Fourth Miss Yun insisted, because she already knew how powerful the monk was. On the other hand, Dong Fang, He Junyi, and those who didn't know much about the monk were all dumbstruck by what they saw and knew that the old monk was very skilled.

The situation in front of his eyes clearly showed that there were only two options. One was to fight to the death with the old monk, and the other was only to walk.

Since they couldn't beat him, they had to retreat.

Her face was pale as she stared at the elder for a long time. Finally, she nodded and sneered, ”Fine, tonight, we admit defeat and you took it.”

”Amitabha,” Monk Chu Yun clasped his hands together and said, ”Fourth Miss Yun is helping the common people, this old one thanks you.”

She wanted to flare up, but she didn't dare to do anything rash. Even though she still had seven experts, she didn't dare to face the monk, because the old monk's skills were simply too astonishing. If she messed things up, her fame would go down the drain, and after weighing the pros and cons, she would have no choice but to swallow her anger.

She waved her hand and said, ”Let's go.”

The few people who were with her all had depressed expressions on their faces as they retreated towards the door.

Before Fourth Lady Yun managed to take a step forward, she was already filled with anger. She let out a cold laugh and looked at Monk Chu Yun, ”Big master, you are from a clan, but if you interfere with this matter tonight, I'm afraid you will regret it later …” ”Tonight, I can let you go. I'm afraid that there might be someone who cannot let you go …”

Monk Chu Yun's long eyebrows continuously blinked. After listening, he nodded his head dejectedly and said, ”Old Na understands …” Old Na understands … This old monk knows who the capable person behind you is, Miss Yun … ”Please give him a respectful greeting, saying that I, the old monk, have paid my respects to him.”

He clearly didn't intend to quit. He was obviously meddling in this matter.

Fourth Yun nodded and said, ”Okay, I'll tell you what I need to say. Great Master, if you don't listen to my advice, everyone can just wait and see! ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and shouted, ”Amitabha, there is another benefactor here, please come down and join us!”

As soon as the voice stopped, a large sleeve swiftly waved towards the sky. Wherever the wind passed, the flying hedgehog Jiang Yuan suddenly spun a few times before falling straight down.

The moment he landed, the acupoints on Jiang Yuan Meng's body opened up by themselves. He let out a cry and quickly sat up, staring at the monk with his red eyes. It was as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

”I... ”I'll give you this bald guy …” Jiang Yuan said fiercely.

When he thought of the punishment he had just received from a ”bald donkey”, he could not help but be on guard. Therefore, he only said the word ”bald”, and he did not dare to say the following words.

One of his companions who had accompanied him earlier came up and forcefully tugged at him. She followed the group of Yun Si and left without looking back, leaving behind a pair of bright and dazzling daggers stuck high into the beam.

No matter what, it was difficult for him to keep his job. He thought that he had indeed lost something, and he could only commit suicide. However, he never expected that in such a dangerous moment, this monk that saved his life would actually appear.

Not only did this monk save Qin Zhe's life, the most important thing he did was protect the protection of the calamity silver. In Qin Zhao's eyes, this errand was more important than his life. This way, the monk in front of him was truly a great benefactor.

The old monk looked at him and giggled. ”Don't thank me. This is just my first time. I'm afraid there are still a lot of things that have happened!” This job of yours is not easy, Amitabha, not to speak of, not to speak of. ”

As he said this, he shook his head and walked out of the room.

Qin Zhao chased after him and said, ”Eldest Master, please leave Cloudstep. Eldest Master …”

Monk Chu Yun stopped in his tracks, turned around and asked, ”Is there anything wrong, Benefactor Qin?”

Qin Zhao clasped his hands and said, ”Earlier, I didn't know my great master. Please forgive me for being so rude.”

Monk Chu Yun let out a ”Ai”, as if he was dissatisfied with being long-winded, and turned around to leave.

Before Qin Zui could finish, he hastily caught up to him and said, ”Master, I still have something to say … ”Hey, hey …”

The old monk who was walking forward walked forward without a care. He walked out of the courtyard and headed towards the woodshed in the backyard.

Qin Zizi could not allow himself to miss the opportunity and followed behind her step by step.

Monk Chu Yun finally stopped.

From where he stood, he passed through a bamboo fence and arrived at a straight road.

The monk's eyes were focused on that direction. Following the sound of the hooves, a line of eight fast horses galloped past them at lightning speed.

It was the backs of the eight of them; they had retreated despite the difficulties they had faced.

Seeing this, Monk Chu Yun slightly nodded his head, then turned around and said, ”They have left.”

Only now did Qin Zhao understand why the old monk had come here. It was to monitor the other party's departure. He was full of admiration for the monk.

”You're injured …”

The old monk looked at him with his long eyes and said, ”Come in!”

With that, he walked into the woodshed.

There was nothing else in the woodshed. There was a hard wooden bed covered with straw mats, and a table with one leg missing. There was a broken bowl on top of it with lamp oil inside.

”Sit down.” With that, the old monk searched for something.

Thousand-Hands, Qin Zhen, sat down with a heavy heart. He let out a sigh, supported his jaw with his hands, and sank into deep thought.

The old monk had already arrived in front of him. Qin Zhao hurriedly rose to his feet, but the monk held him down with a big hand.

”Don't move, let me see your injury.” The old monk said.

In his hand was a stack of thin, dried lotus leaves. When he opened them, he realized that they were a special type of ointment. He stuck one on each of the wounds on Qin Zhao's body.

Qin Zhao immediately felt relaxed. A cool and pleasant feeling quickly covered up the pain from before.

He had never felt such a strange effect before.

He looked at the old monk with an amazed but grateful gaze, but did not know how to express his gratitude.

The old monk slowly sat down in front of him.