Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Meng Qi remained calm and composed. With a single swing of his long knife, he deflected the peddlers long sword. Then, he lowered his body slightly, allowing the old mans dagger to stab into his back, while also avoiding Hu Qins thin sword from hitting his vital spot, instead striking just above it.

  The woman in the couple thus lost her throat, pointed at Meng Qis chin, and the knife cut down without any problem, directly cutting off Meng Qis legs.

  The positive cargo Lang, although not getting his hands on it, had a hint of complacent cold smile floating on his face. Previously, he deliberately exposed the flaws in his disguise and plotted this siege!

  Puff puff puff, a series of sounds like a defeated drum echoed out, and the peddlers smile froze on his face.

  He saw that his companions weapons were all like stabbing into an iron block, only able to penetrate a little, and a few drops of blood came out, while the little monks long knife was retracted, and with a swing of "Sweeping Across the Sky".

  A head flew up, blood gushed out like a waterfall, the peddlers eyes were filled with a crimson haze, and he only saw the womans headless body sway back and forth before collapsing softly to the ground.

  "He actually has such a powerful horizontal practice!" The vendor regretted it, and never thought that a monk of such a young age could cultivate such a profound horizontal practice!

  Meng Qi didnt care about the old man with the huqin behind him or the tea shop owner, and suddenly took a step forward, just in time to block the place where the dagger-wielding man had retreated. His long knife swung down again, and fresh blood spurted out, staining his white leg bindings.

  Then he slipped his foot and fell back strangely, brushing past the old man of the tea shop.

  Skulls flew sideways, blood spurted out, and Meng Qi only had a shallow wound on his chest.

  Seeing this scene, the peddler was frightened out of his wits, lost his usual calmness, and hastily turned around to flee in a flurry like avoiding an evil spirit.

  Suddenly, he saw a handsome young monk blocking his way.

  "Get out of here!" He hastily stabbed at Meng Qis brow, not daring to entangle with him.

  Meng Qi, with a wounded chin, gritted his teeth and smiled eerily. He raised his left hand and grasped the peddlers long sword, ignoring the blades edge slicing through his palm and causing blood to flow freely. With a surge of strength, he pulled it back and swung the sword in a wide arc.

  "No..." The peddlers anguished cry was abruptly cut off, and a gush of fresh blood sprayed onto Meng Qis head and face.

  On the other side, the old man with the huqin shook all over, let out a strange cry and fled in a hurry, leaving Meng Qi unable to catch up.

  Is this what they mean by trading a small injury for a big one? After the fight ended, Meng Qi spat out a mouthful of turbid air, wiped the dirty blood off his face and walked towards the remaining survivors in the teahouse.

  The young master of the wealthy family and his servants were stunned, unable to react until blood spurted out and heads fell to the ground. It wasnt until the monk, who seemed to have emerged from the depths of hell, stood before them that they came back to their senses, trembling with fear and kneeling down to beg for mercy.

  "Master, master, I have always been devout and reverent to Buddha, please spare this humble life." The young rich man said with tears streaming down his face.

  "This humble monk just wants to ask for directions, how do I get to Mount Shao Hua?" Meng Qi revealed a hint of a smile, but under the contrast of his blood-stained face and body, the young masters from rich families only felt that this smile was exceptionally terrifying and ferocious.

  A guard barely restrained his trembling and truthfully told Meng Qi the news.

  Meng Qi slightly nodded, a hint of evil intention rising: "This poor monk observes that all benefactors have a connection with the Buddha..."

  "No! Master! I dont want to go see the Buddha yet, I have an 80-year-old grandmother above and a three-year-old child below, whatever you want Ill give it to you!" The young master of the wealthy family was so scared that he started crying.

  "This humble monk only wishes to borrow the masters horse, I wonder if the master is willing to form this virtuous connection?" The more they were frightened, the more enthusiastically Meng Qi played the role of "high monk".

  The young master of a wealthy family looked at the bloodstains on Meng Qis face and didnt dare say no: "Master wants to form a good relationship, I beg for it but cant get it, take the horses as you please."

  "This humble monk is no thief. Take this jade pendant as a pledge for the loan of your horse." Meng Qi saw that it was getting late and stopped frightening them.

  The young master of a wealthy family suddenly had tears all over his face: "Master, I am willing to offer it! This is the money for worshiping Buddha, how can it be used as your mortgage?"

  He desperately waved his hand and refused to take the jade pendant, suspecting it was a test by the monk. If he really took the jade pendant, he feared for his head.

  Meng Qi was stunned: "Amitabha Buddha, I thank you for your kindness, donor."

  The young master of a wealthy family let out a sigh of relief: "I should thank Master for his guidance."

  Meng Qi suddenly thought of a famous line, and with a hint of a smile, he looked at the luggage of the rich young master: "The poor monk sees that the donors wealth is also connected to my Buddha."

  The young master of the wealthy family, with a sorrowful face, made an effort to appear devout and handed over the silver bag to Meng Qi: "Please, Master, use this to create a golden body and enlighten all sentient beings."

  It actually did... Is this the feeling of changing ones fate? Meng Qi curled his lips and didnt say anything else, calling over Qizhengyan and others to come over, dividing their attention to examine the corpses, searching for dry rations and clear water.

  After a while, Xiang Hui led four horses over and tied the dry rations and clear water he had found to both sides of the saddle. Then, with a full smile on his face, he looked at Meng Qi who had just finished bandaging his wound: "Master Monk, when are we leaving? Theres only three days left, it cant be delayed..."

  Meng Qi nodded slightly: "Lets set off now."

  To be honest, Meng Qi had thought that after witnessing the battle just now, Xiang Huis attitude towards him would have changed greatly. After all, in this battle, his own strength was fully revealed, and he was a cultivator who had made some progress in his cultivation. However, to his surprise, Xiang Hui still acted in such a flattering and fawning manner.

  Maybe he felt uncertain about defeating himself?

  Upon hearing Meng Qis response, Xiang Hui immediately mounted his horse, skillfully tightening the reins as he waited to depart.

  Meng Qi looked at the horse in front of him, feeling a little nervous. After all, he had never ridden a horse before, but now he was also skilled in martial arts, agile and quick on his feet. As long as they were just traveling and not fighting on horseback, he wasnt afraid.

  "Big, big master..." Suddenly, the young girl Xiao Zi spoke up timidly.

  Meng Qi and Qizheng turned their heads, neither of them speaking a word.

  Xiao Zi looked like she was about to cry and said: "Master, I, I dont know how to ride a horse."

  This is a problem, Meng Qi slightly frowned and looked at Xiao Zi, she was just an ordinary girl, and its likely that she wouldnt be able to learn how to ride a horse in such a short time.

  At this time, Meng Qi suddenly thought of Jiang Zhiweis words when she suggested he learn qinggong first. He felt that it made sense. If he couldnt even keep up with others, how could they protect him in an emergency? Even if the other person had a kind heart!

  Meng Qi and Qizheng Yan both furrowed their brows, not speaking. Xiao Zi suddenly tensed up, her voice trembling as she said: "Master, I...I can learn to ride a horse, dont leave me behind!"

  She was in an unfamiliar place, and could only tightly grasp Meng Qi, who looked kind-hearted and benevolent, even though they had just met for a short time. Otherwise, if she were to be abandoned here, it wouldnt take long before she would be kidnapped and sold into slavery, without any ability to resist.

  Meng Qi looked her up and down, discovering that there were quite a few bloodstains on her collar, and understood that she had gotten them when she was examining the corpse according to his instructions just now.

  Thinking back to when Xiao Zi was very afraid of the corpse, but still gritted her teeth and completed the task, Meng Qi let out a silent sigh in his heart... Heaven helps those who help themselves.

  "Its probably too late to learn horse riding temporarily, Little Purple, if you dont mind, lets ride together on one horse." Meng Qi deliberately chanted a Buddhist mantra to show his identity as a monk and avoid Little Purples hesitation about the distinction between men and women.

  Although its like this, Meng Qi felt that she could drop her without any burden, but since she wanted to be a good person, she still tried to consider the details at the beginning.

  Xiao Zi was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes, as black as lacquer, became veiled with a thin mist. She joined her hands together and said: "Great Master Bodhisattvas kindness, this humble woman thanks you first."

  Meng Qis subconscious curled up the corner of his mouth, according to his idea, this kind of weak girl should not be brought along, find a place to have fun and leave her there.

  Zi Zhengyan did not stop Meng Qis decision, still maintaining that expressionless face, only nodding slightly when looking at Meng Qi.

  "Little Purple Maiden, you sit in the back, remember to hold tight onto my monks robe." Meng Qi gave a helping hand and let Little Purple get on the horse.

  Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a movement in his heart and let someone not very familiar sit behind him. It seemed a bit too much, so he changed his words: "Little Purple Girl, youd better sit in the front, Im afraid youll be thrown off."

  Xiao Zi moved without objection to the front of the saddle, Meng Qi flipped onto the horse, his hands circled around and grasped the reins.

  Xiao Zis face turned crimson red, but she didnt show too much embarrassment, after all Meng Qi was still just a twelve or thirteen year old kid.

  Qizheng rode one horse and led another, slightly nodding his head: "Zhen Ding, my junior brother, I was worried that you have too little experience in the Jianghu."

  Meng Qi knew he was referring to his decision to let Xiao Zi sit in the front instead of the back, and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Indeed too little, previously actually being deceived by that goods Lang, but the most wrong is not this, but should not go to the tea house to ask for directions, if we on the road at will stop pedestrians to ask, basically will not encounter pursuers..."

  After the battle, he carefully thought back through the process, reviewing his gains and losses, and discovered many childish places in his own actions.

  Meng Qi clearly knew that his talent was definitely not as good as Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan and others. If he didnt reflect on himself every day to make up for it and improve, the future prospects would be worrying.

  Quietly listening to Meng Qis words, Qi Zhengyan turned his head, looking forward and said in a low voice: "I also overlooked it."

  Pfft, Meng Qi chuckled to himself and didnt say another word. He took off the jade pendant from his body and tossed it backwards, directly into the rich young masters arms.

  Then he urged his horse forward and laughed loudly in the sound of horseshoes: "This is the capital of Ma Ziyuan."

  The young master of the wealthy family stared blankly at the jade pendant, watching as Meng Qi in his gray monks robes disappeared into the distance on the dusty road. It wasnt until a while later that he muttered to himself: "He actually really gave me the money..."

  This jade pendant is translucent and warm to the touch, just looking at it you can tell its very valuable.

  He never thought that under such circumstances, the little monk who kills people like a weed would actually give money with no deception!

  Even if a monk who often talks about karma were to become an ordinary person, he would still definitely have a greedy and covetous heart!

  "Young master, he seems even more like a monk than the high-ranking monks who usually come..." The beautiful maid-like girl looked bewildered.

  …………

  "Isnt it a coincidence?" Zhi Zhengyan looked at Meng Qi as he tossed out the jade pendant, slightly surprised. "This is the world of reincarnation, where things can be done hastily."

  Anyway, no one here knows each other, and they will leave after completing their tasks.

  Meng Qi put away his usual smile and said seriously, "If you indulge your desires and do things that go against your principles when no one is around, in a strange place, whats the difference between having principles and not? In the world of reincarnation, I think its even more important to stick to yourself. Otherwise, after task after task, youll eventually change your nature, become a Rakshasa, and fall into the sea of suffering forever."

  He didnt have a particularly complete or profound idea, he just felt that he should stick to himself and not end up becoming the kind of person he would hate to death.

  Besides, because of the small jade Buddha, he didnt want to wear that piece of jade pendant on his body either.

  "Can we hold on? If the task given by the Master of the Six Paths goes against your bottom line, and you are killed if you dont complete it, would you be willing to sacrifice yourself for the greater good?"

  "This... " Meng Qi found it difficult to respond to Zhi Zhengyans extreme speculation, and could only sigh and say, "Its also impossible to imagine now, we can only know when the time comes... However, we also need to accumulate more good deeds to prevent deductions in case of task failure."

  The sound of horseshoes echoed, dust flew everywhere, Meng Qi and Qizheng fell silent again, focusing on rushing along the road.

  Two days later, the four men were already close to Shaolin Temple. As they didnt spare their horses strength, it seemed that they had shaken off their pursuers and hadnt encountered any battles.

  "In front of the intersection, we abandoned our horses and entered the mountain. As long as we cross this mountain forest, we will arrive." Meng Qi said to Xiang Hui and Xiao Zi about his and Qi Zhengyans decision.

  Judging from the current signs, the pursuers seem to have underestimated how fast they could run and were unable to catch up for the time being. However, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan both believed that the other party would not lack long-distance communication tools such as carrier pigeons, and could notify nearby experts in advance to intercept them at the crossroads, so they couldnt take the main road anymore.

  But if you cross mountains and rivers, everywhere is a "road", no matter how many elite troops are deployed, it is impossible to completely seal off, even if his main force arrives, it will be the same!

  As for their decision, Xia Zi and Xiang Hui had no objections.

  At this time, the sky was approaching dusk, and the heavy rain was pouring down. The road ahead was almost invisible. Meng Qi suddenly felt that his horse had tripped over something, and he and Xiao Zi were thrown into the air.

  Then dozens of white feathered long arrows made a strange humming sound, piercing through the rain curtain, and flew straight at Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan from the woods by the side of the road.