The Monk

Chapter 540: I break through

Zhang Ain smiled coldly, unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and drew a circle around him. There was a clanging sound, and all thirteen magic swords were cut off. Only then did a group of foundation-building monks realize that the masters were coming and hurriedly retreated. Zhang Ping said: "Don't be in a hurry." He closed his folding fan and walked through the crowd. The speed was so fast that those people were already blocked by a group of people before they could retreat. Spiritual energy enters the meridians.

After restraining these people, Zhang Wenwen went upstairs and took a look. There was no one there. It seemed that there were only thirteen monks stationed there. After going downstairs, he found a broken rope to tie them together, and walked towards the Sheriff's Mansion with one hand raised.

His move caused a sensation. Although the two places were very close to each other, this was a downtown area with many pedestrians coming and going. Why did a man suddenly appear walking holding a dozen Taoists in his arms? Whispering about how strong this madman is.

The people were just talking, but the officers and soldiers in front of the county governor's house were ready to take action. They showed their weapons one by one, ran over to surround Zhang Awei and ordered: "Let him go!" When the county governor saw him, he would be polite and say good things.

Zhang Awei said calmly: "I want to kill people. If you don't want to die, get out of the way. If you want to work hard for the county guard, stay still." His voice was very calm, as if he had no emotions and could easily judge life and death in the world.

The soldiers looked at each other. It was their duty and no one dared to retreat easily. Zhang Awei shook his head slightly: "Which of you has ever killed anyone?" No one in the group of officers and soldiers answered, their eyes were a little dull, and none of them looked stained with blood.

His eyes swept over the soldiers, there was no need to be serious with them, he held up the thirteen Taoists and strode forward. The person facing him was a young boy with hair still on his lips. He was a little nervous holding a spear and didn't know whether he should retract the tip of the spear.

As if Zhang Ai hadn't seen him, he hit the spear and pushed it forward. The young man's palms were sweating, but the spear didn't break. It slipped from his hand to the back. The slip startled him, and he quickly drew back the spear.

Zhang was afraid that he wanted to break the spear and told the soldiers that you couldn't beat me, so he quickly got out of the way. He didn't expect this to happen, smiled slightly, walked around him and walked towards the door of the mansion.

The young boy hurriedly grasped the spear, turned around and shouted: "Stop!" The voice was loud, but a little trembling. After all, Zhang was afraid of holding more than a dozen people with one hand and was not afraid of death. Anyone who saw it would be a little scared.

Zhang Weijing did not stop: "It's none of your business." After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and asked: "Tell me if there are any good officials in the city? If not, they all deserve to die." His voice was still very calm. , but anyone who hears it will feel a chill rising up. This guy wants to kill someone? And more than one?

"You, you are not allowed to kill anyone." The young boy said, his voice was much softer than before.

Zhang Ain smiled, turned around and approached the door of the mansion. The gate of the mansion was very high and the main door was tightly closed. He ran directly into it and heard a click. The two doors were knocked out and several soldiers on guard behind the door were knocked open at the same time.

Zhang Ai grabbed a soldier and asked: "Which house is the county guard in? Lead the way." How dare the soldier disobey, as the tall and thick door will fly away as soon as it hits it. It is better for such a person to serve carefully, so as not to anger him and lose his life.

It was convenient to have someone to guide the way. I quickly found the county guard. The guy was drinking and having fun with a few beautiful women in his room. A soldier was half-kneeling outside the door and came to report the news that someone had broken into the house. After the report, the man who broke into the house was People have arrived.

Zhang was afraid and ignored him, leaving a bunch of Taoist priests behind and kicked the door open, revealing the beautiful scene inside. The county guard had just finished giving the order: "Kill!" Suddenly he saw the door being kicked open and he was about to get angry. Then he faintly sensed that something was wrong, suppressed his anger and asked, "Is there something wrong with this strong man?"

Zhang Ain walked into the room, pulled a chair and sat down: "Tell me, what kind of stone is five taels of silver a piece? Where is the mine? Who else is more worthy of death?"

"What do you want to do?" the county guard shouted with an expression of anger.

"Nonsense." Zhang Ai stood up and pulled the county guard over. He opened and closed the folding fan in his palm. The county guard yelled and one of his fingers was cut off. Zhang Ain said coldly: "Shut up, keep shouting and continue to chop." The county guard hurriedly shut his mouth. Zhang Ain said again: "Answer the question."

At this time, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps and the clashing of weapons and armor outside the house. The neighing of war horses was heard outside the house, and groups of cavalry rushed into the county house.

The county guard said: "Hero, if you have something to do, tell me slowly. If you need money, give money, if you need people, give someone, ah..." He wanted to delay time, but Zhang was afraid of cutting off another finger. The Sheriff burst into tears, holding his hands and jumping. The women in the room screamed, running around in messy clothes, shouting: "Help." One of the women was more clever. She pulled out a noisy arrow from somewhere, threw it outward, and flew into the sky screaming.

The sounding arrow flew out, and the county guard's face became better. He reluctantly asked Zhang Weijing to delay the time: "My hero, what happened to offend you? Even if you die, you should know it." After speaking, he looked back. The woman was quite appreciative.

Zhang Ain looked at a group of beautiful women jumping around in panic, and shouted: "Shut up." His cold eyes swept over the county guard: "Tell me, who are the people who have touched the lives of ordinary people like you?"

The county guard hurriedly defended: "I don't even dare to kill a chicken, how can I dare to kill someone? You must have listened to the rumors... Ah!" This time, one of his hands was cut off. Zhang Ain said coldly: "You still have Two feet and one hand, what should I cut?"

The county guard was completely dumbfounded. No matter how powerful he was, he could not withstand the madman-like killer. He broke into a cold sweat and sat down in panic. He wanted to pick up the severed hand but was afraid. He gritted his teeth and said: "Butler, I am the butler. I have a list in hand.”

Zhang Pa was happy when he heard it. What a good man, he knows how to save trouble for me. It is a good habit to know how to keep accounts. He casually ordered a soldier: "Ask the housekeeper to bring the account book and tell him that if he dares to run, he can try." After this noise, the women in the room gathered together in panic and finally stopped shouting and screaming. The soldiers outside the mansion had lined up in front of the house, and there were thousands of soldiers outside the mansion surrounding the county mansion. Someone outside the house shouted: "Bold little thief, let the county master go if you know what's good for you, otherwise you will live a life worse than death." Zhang Pa ignored him and spoke to the county magistrate: "Tell him to shut up." The county magistrate trembled and said: "It's General Sun outside." The voice outside replied: "It's me, is the county master okay?" "Yes, it's okay, General Sun, wait a moment." The county magistrate held his broken hand and said it was okay. On one hand, he was heartbroken, on the other hand, he was in pain, and he was about to give up. A quarter of an hour later, the soldier who went out to send the message came back with a thin middle-aged man. The thin man was holding a bundle in his arms. After entering the house, he saw the county magistrate slumped on the ground holding his broken hand, and he screamed in fear.

Zhang Pa took the bundle and opened it. There were two booklets inside. One was a list of people who bribed high-ranking officials in the court, and the other was a list of officials in the county who bribed him and had secret dealings. He picked up the county magistrate's book and flipped through it. It was nothing more than a money-power transaction. Zhang Pa was not interested in this and asked, "What are the stones you dug like? Who do you sell them to?"