Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

The next moment, the crowd dispersed from the middle, leaving a passage for three people to walk side by side.

Meng Zhao had extraordinary eyesight. Even though he was some distance away and there were many pedestrians in the way, he still saw a woman in white with a veil on her face and a solemn and holy aura, as if a goddess had descended into the world. She was holding a purifying bottle and said to the worshipers who were kneeling on all sides. What are you wearing?

Surrounding the woman were a group of warrior monks who looked like Samana Vajra, firmly protecting her in the middle and blocking outsiders from approaching her.

Niu Dali's expression also changed, his eyes were clear, he looked at the woman holding the moon among the stars, and said through a message,

"Brother, this woman is not simple. Not only does she practice martial arts, she is also a master, especially good at spiritual arts. Have you noticed that the closer someone is to her, the greater the impact?"

Meng Zhao nodded. When it came to spiritual cultivation and spiritual martial arts, he was also a master. Naturally, he immediately noticed that this woman from Pudu taught her a mysterious method, which could greatly reduce the vigilance of others, allowing people to get close to her and even worship her. , of course, this is not an active thing, but a passive skill.

To put it more bluntly, this woman is extremely charming, but she is not born with it, but acquired through practice.

However, as long as a person is mentally tough and has an extraordinary will, he can resist this kind of mental interference even if he has never practiced martial arts.

But Meng Zhao looked at the people in Yunhua County. Most of them were like zombies. They had been treated indifferently by Dayong Chaotang for many years. They were probably mentally fragile. How could they resist this woman's spiritual magic?

It’s no wonder that the Pudu Church came to Yunhua County to stir up trouble. The folk customs here are really unique, and it is the best place for preaching and evangelism.

He didn't pay too much attention, and Meng Zhao didn't want to cause trouble and provoke people from the Pudu Sect.

This place has been run by the Pudu Cult for some time, and it is deeply rooted. However, he and Niu Dali are alone. Even if they boast that they are powerful in martial arts, they may not be able to suppress this local snake.

Finally, and most importantly, Meng Zhao's trip was just to find out the true origin of the fat white bug in his hand. The rest was all trivial and he didn't want to cause more trouble.

As for the people of Yunhua County, Meng Zhao is not a saint, has no compassion for heaven and earth, and is not a county magistrate. His responsibilities are all, so he can only let nature take its course. At most, he can ask Meng Jizu a few words, but it is estimated that it will not have much effect.

Saying goodbye to this hot-blooded scholar, Meng Zhao and Niu Dali headed away from the rest of the Pudu Sect. It didn't take long before they found out the location of an inn.

This inn is located in the center of the North District of Yunhua County. The location is pretty good. There are various markets and shops nearby, making daily life very convenient. However, the price is more expensive than inns of the same specifications in other counties. More than 30%.

Obviously, this inn rarely does business for people from the city. Those who can stay here are mostly businessmen who come and go. They can afford the price and don't feel bad. Meng Zhao is also among them.

Taking a bath, tasting fine wines and delicious food, and practicing martial arts in a step-by-step manner, the day passed like this.

Early the next morning, Meng Zhao and Niu Dali had breakfast, then ran out of the county town and headed into the wild mountains and old forests.

Compared with the deserted land outside Kunnan County, which has not been visited for a long time, is sparsely populated, and is filled with a rough and wild atmosphere, the countryside in Yunhua County is much more beautiful, and you can occasionally see small villages gathered together.

The big ones only have a hundred households, and the small villages only have about twenty households. They can only be described as surviving.

Niu Dali's good friend Yuan Bin was a very eccentric and homely person, but he was quite wealthy. He purchased a large piece of mountain land from the government on Baiping Mountain outside Yunhua County. In addition to building an insect valley and a flower valley, he also built He built a villa and named it Taoyunju. The villa was not big, and only Yuan Bin and a few servants who took care of his daily life lived in it.

The two of them were still restrained in the county. After arriving outside the city, they immediately used Qinggong and Shenfa to empty their Qi and ran towards Baiping Mountain.

As a frequent visitor to Taoyun Village in Baiping Mountain, Niu Dali was quite familiar with the relevant road conditions, so it didn't take him long to reach the outside of the mountain.

What surprised the two of them was that a mountain road leading to Baiping Mountain was occupied by a group of fierce-looking monk soldiers.

There were about ten monks in this group, with bare heads, wearing the same khaki monk robes, with brown Buddhist beads hanging on their chests, and holding swords, iron rods and other weapons in their hands.

There were two people standing at the entrance of the mountain pass, guarding the surroundings with great caution. One was looking up the mountain path, the other was looking down the mountain, and they were on guard at both ends.

The two of them were sitting together bored and whispering, while the rest of the people were sitting cross-legged on the slightly damp and cold mountain road, putting their weapons beside their bodies, clasping their hands together, closing their eyes and chanting sutras. The behavior of a devout Buddhist disciple.

Meng Zhao and Niu Dali would have been directly spotted by the monk soldiers guarding the mountain road because they were walking along the trail. However, the two of them had superb skills and entered the innate realm, so their eyesight was far beyond that of the monk soldiers who were not in the acquired realm. After Shi Shi saw someone guarding the mountain pass, he quickly moved to the side and used the trees on the side of the road to cover his body.

Niu Dali's majestic and burly body stepped on a branch as thin as a finger, as light as nothing, a little confused,

"This Baiping Mountain is almost Yuan Bin's territory. Because he didn't like outsiders to disturb him, he drove away many people earlier and did not allow ordinary people to go up the mountain. Where did these monk soldiers come from?"

The monk soldiers are different from the literate monks who eat fast and chant the Buddha's name, and they are also different from the warrior monks who combine Zen and martial arts. They are a group of brave monks specially selected by the temple and taught military training methods to form an almost military group. They fight full-time to defend the way and protect the Buddha.

Therefore, training into a monk soldier costs a lot of money and requires high levels of knowledge. It is not something that ordinary temples can afford, at least in county-level cities.

A large county-level temple has strong incense, many fields, and the support of aristocratic families, so it can afford it.

And martial arts holy places such as Landa Temple are on another level. They have already surpassed ordinary Buddhist temples, and martial arts are more important than Buddha.

Meng Zhao was wearing a tight-fitting green shirt today. He had broad shoulders and a waist. He was strong and muscular. He was less than three meters away from Niu Dali. Seeing this, he said with some worry,

"Don't you notice that these monk soldiers are somewhat similar to the Pudu monks we saw yesterday?"

It was okay if Meng Zhao didn't say it. Once he said it, Niu Dali immediately thought of the Pudu Sect people who had a glimpse of them yesterday.

Although the woman was eye-catching, the warrior monk guarding her was no ordinary person. He was brave and strong, with terrifying energy. He had obviously practiced martial arts, had strong energy and blood, and was a master of martial arts.

Then through the gaps between the branches of the trees, I took a look at the monk soldiers guarding the mountain road. I saw that these people were somewhat similar to the Pudu monk soldiers I had seen every day.

The difference is that the individual monks are powerful and have a more outstanding style. These monk soldiers have average individual strength, but as a whole, they have the style of a sharp warrior.