Troubles come when the master is away (1/3)

  On the spacious yellow earth road, a black-clad youth was walking with great difficulty, his face covered in sweat. Each time he stepped down, it was as if a heavy object had fallen to the ground, heavily pounding the earth and splashing up a cloud of yellow dust.

  At close range, only the back of a black-clad young man could be seen, who was carrying an extremely large black giant sword on his back. The giant sword had no blade and no sword tip, its length almost exceeded the height of the young man. This strange combination made many pedestrians in the street market unable to help but cast curious glances at him.

  A young man in black clothes, a young scholar in a green shirt walked side by side with him, and a little child of only four or five years old jumped and ran ahead, occasionally turning his head to look at the young man in black.

  The young scholar in a blue robe and the child both had strange expressions on their faces, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

  The young man in black glared at them with a bad temper, dragging his heavy feet like a thousand pounds, and walked to the side of the road under a big tree.

  He walked to the foot of the tree, and the young man in black directly lay on his back, with his head buried in the warm grass. The sweat on his forehead flowed down like a small stream.

  Two companions stood beside him, looking down at him with smiles on their faces that were about to crack.

  The black-clad youth was naturally Xiao Yan, and looking at the two junior brothers' seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling faces, he snorted: "If you want to laugh, then laugh, but be careful not to choke to death!"

  Xiao Buzhi burst out laughing, and Zhu Yi also smiled: "Big Brother Master, you said that you have a bad affinity with something? You had to be destined with such a clumsy thing, now you're in big trouble!"

  Xiao Yan was distressed and scratched his head: "I didn't expect it before, this thing is heavy enough to die, and it can actually suppress my mana circulation, it's really going to exhaust me to death. Carrying this thing back to Hengyue Mountain, just thinking about it makes me feel terrified."

  Xiao Budian said with a mixture of surprise and delight: "Big Brother Master, what kind of evil deed did you commit in your past life?"

  Xiao Yan gave him a sideways glance: "On the way back to Hengyue Mountain later, you and I will take turns carrying it. Buying this thing also used up your elixir, if you don't carry it, we can't bring it back, and the elixir I owe you won't be repaid."

  Xiao Bu Dong suddenly became anxious: "Brother Shifu, you're shameless!" Xiao Yan smiled and said: "I'm relying on you, what can you do?"

  "You..." Xiaobudian was about to speak when his face suddenly changed color and he turned his head to look behind him.

  Xiao Yan and Zhu Yi also suddenly realized, raised their eyes to look behind Xiao Bu Dong, just saw a gray-clothed man, wearing a large bamboo hat, quietly standing not far from them.

  The man in grey took off his bamboo hat, revealing a shiny bald head with six scars on the top of his head.

  "Why is Huì Kǔ's Zen thunderbolt on you? Where is Huì Kǔ, and where is ?āriputra?" The man in gray asked slowly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to resonate deep within the hearts of the three.

  Xiao Yan's three brothers all changed color, this gray-robed monk just stood there calmly, bringing them immense pressure, not even daring to lift a small finger.

  The three of them exchanged a glance, each with thoughts racing through their minds.

  "This monk's cultivation is profound and immeasurable, and since Master is not by our side, it's easy to suffer a loss if we force it." Xiaobudian's big black eyes rolled around, and he was the first to speak up: "It was given to our Master by a great master, and then Master passed it on to us."

  The monk in grey robes looked at Xiaobudian with a glance, and his eyes revealed a hint of astonishment. It was clear that he had seen that Xiaobudian, who was not even five years old, already possessed the cultivation base of ten layers of Qi Refining.

  "Who is this great master who respects the teacher?" Subconsciously, the gray-robed monk's tone became more polite. To be able to teach and train a disciple like Xiaodi, his master must not be an ordinary person.

  Little Notch shook his head: "Master doesn't allow us to say."

  Xiao Yan looked at the gray-robed monk and asked with a calm tone: "I wonder if Master has any instructions?"

  The monk in grey robes looked at him: "Is the Thunderclap Zen within you? That is a Buddhist treasure."

  Xiao Yan fell silent for a moment before saying, "The treasure was given to me by my master, and without his permission, I dare not lightly give it to others."

  The monk in grey robes suddenly opened his drooping eyelids, and a fierce light burst forth, staring straight at Xiao Yan.

  Xiao Yan's mind was shaken, and he almost fainted under the gaze of the gray-robed monk. He even felt a sense of guilt as if he had committed a great sin.

  But he was resolute and unyielding, steadying his mind with great effort, refusing to back down as he locked eyes with the grey-robed monk.

  Zhu Yi remained silent, and at this time, the silent vanguard took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Yan, facing the pressure brought by the gray-robed monk.

  Xiao Buzhi also lowered his small face and stood together with the two Shixiong, the three brothers standing shoulder to shoulder, facing their powerful opponent.

  The monk in grey robes flashed a glance, his eyelids drooping again, and the pressure vanished instantly. Xiaoyan and the other two let out a breath of relief almost simultaneously, only to discover that their backs were already drenched with cold sweat.

  "Presenting you with a Zen riddle, monks. Do you know where he is now?" The gray-robed monk thought for a moment before asking.

  "Not clear, we saw him already half a year ago."

  "Half a year ago?" The monk in grey robes asked: "Where did you meet him?"

  Xiao Bu Dong answered without hesitation: "Near the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Tianjing, Master, if you want to find someone, you might as well go to Tianjing."

  The monk in grey robes stared at the three of them for a while, nodded his head, and clasped his hands together: "Homage to Amitabha Buddha, thank you three young donors." Before he had even finished speaking, he vanished into thin air.

  Xiao Yan was slightly stunned: "This monk makes a big thunder but small raindrops, is that all?"

  Xiao Budian said in a bad mood: "Brother Shixiong, are you hoping that he will really take action and boil the three of us together?"

  Zhu Yi said with a frown: "This monk is likely to make a comeback, let's hurry back and reunite with Master."

  Xiao Yan and Xiao Wu nodded together, and the three brothers hurriedly walked towards the city gate.

  A faint ripple in the air, and the gray-robed monk appeared, staring at their receding backs.

  "Cast a long line and hope to catch a big fish." The grey-robed monk sighed softly, following behind the three of them.

  As Xiao Yan and his companions left the city gate, they coincidentally encountered a group of people entering the city, brushing shoulders with three individuals.

  An old man in the crowd suddenly furrowed his brow and approached the young leader: "Young Master Tian, this old slave just saw a little child..."

  Young Master Tian asked: "What's wrong with the child?"

  The old man replied: "This humble servant once saw Shi Ziliang in the past, and just now that child's eyebrows and eyes are 70-80% similar to those of Shi Ziliang."

  "Didn't you see it?"

  Shi Ziling is actually Shi Tianhao, who is also Xiaobudian's father.

  The old man nodded: "Master Tian knows, this old slave's eyes are the most accurate in recognizing people. That child is at least 70% similar to Shi Ziling. If that child were still alive back then, he should be about this big now."

  He lowered his head in thought for a moment, then ordered: "Go and find two people to follow them secretly and observe their movements. After finding out where they are staying, come back and report."

  …………

  In a small mountain valley about 100 li east of Mount Hengshan.

  In the Yellow Spring Pearl, Lin Feng is driving the Twenty-Four Arhats Formation, using infinite Buddha light to forcibly refine and transform Si Kong Nan.

  The old ghost roared continuously, resisting non-stop. Although he couldn't control the Yellow Spring Pearl, having stayed within it for a long time allowed him to borrow some of its power. For now, Lin Feng still had no way to deal with him.

  Lin Feng was driving the Twenty-Four Arhat Formation while querying the system at the same time.

  "Oni-ō no jū... Hyakki Yakō no Jutsu... Got it, here!"

  English Translation: "Ghost King Cannon...... Hundred Ghosts Night March Technique...... Got it, here!"

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