Chapter 6 Lion's Roar

After a period of buffering, Qian Banxian's situation was slightly better. He had been paying attention to the flat shovel in Du Chengjin's hand. When he saw that the opponent used a killing move, he quickly jumped to avoid it and fled in another direction.

However, Du Chengjin only made a feint this time. He did not retract the flat shovel that was swept out, but sent it forward and shoveled towards Qian Banxian's back.

The handle of the flat shovel was not very long. Qian Banxian was nearly ten feet away from Du Chengjin, and he had used his body skills to move forward in advance. Under normal circumstances, the flat shovel could not hit Qian Banxian. Who knew that at this time, Du Chengjin loosened his five fingers, and the flat shovel actually flew out of his hand and flew straight to Qian Banxian's back.

This flat shovel is not only Du Chengjin's tool, but also his weapon. There is a blade in front, which is extremely sharp. Qian Banxian did not expect Du Chengjin to do this, so he only focused on escaping and did not defend his back at all. If he was hit by the shovel, he would be seriously injured if not dead.

In a fight between the martial arts world, few people would throw away their weapons. Losing a weapon is equivalent to handing over one's life to others, especially when there are outsiders at the scene. Du Chengjin would rather throw away the flat shovel than not, which shows how much Du Chengjin hates Qian Banxian.

Seeing that Qian Banxian was about to die on the spot, at this moment, a stone flew out from the side and hit the flat shovel. The stone was not strong, but it also knocked the flat shovel slightly off-center, relieving Qian Banxian's life worries.

This stone was shot out by Qingyang's master, Taoist Songhe, with his power. He originally wanted to keep it to deal with the little black snake Pi Youfeng, and he had been holding it in his hand, but it came in handy at this time. Although the two people on the field were killing each other, this was the Xiping Temple after all. Taoist Songhe, as the landlord, could not let Qian Banxian die here.

Taoist Songhe shot the flat shovel away with a stone, thinking that the flat shovel would fall to the ground, and even if Du Chengjin attacked again, he would not be able to catch up with Qian Banxian. Unexpectedly, Du Chengjin's hand trembled, and the flat shovel did not fall, but turned in the air and headed towards Qian Banxian's back again.

At this time, everyone discovered that there was a thin silk thread tied to the back of the flat shovel. Du Chengjin could control the direction of the flat shovel directly in the air through the silk thread. This skill of controlling objects with silk was really wonderful. I really underestimated the heroes of the world.

The flat shovel was only a few inches away from Qian Banxian's back, and the incident happened suddenly. No one expected Du Chengjin to have this trick, and there was no time to rescue again. Songhe could only shake his head helplessly. It seemed that Qian Banxian was dead this time.

At this critical moment, suddenly, an old Buddhist chant came: "Amitabha, Mr. Du, please show mercy."

The voice was not loud, but everyone present heard it clearly, as if it was shouted in their ears. Except for the old Taoist Songhe, everyone present couldn't help but feel blood boiling and uneasy. Qingyang and Pi Youfeng even took a step back. Even the silk thread in Du Chengjin's hand trembled, and the flat shovel finally fell to the ground.

Qingyang couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. This... This is a sonic attack! Just a Buddhist chant has such power. This should be the famous Buddhist lion roar in the world, right? Looking at Xiping Prefecture, I'm afraid only the old monk Kongji of Qinglong Temple, who is as famous as the master, can do it.

Sure enough, after the sound fell, two monks slowly walked over from not far away. The one in front was a kind-looking old monk, who looked at least seventy or eighty years old, with a thin body, a snow-white beard hanging on his chest, and wearing a washed gray cloth monk robe, which was extremely simple.

Behind him was a little monk, who seemed to be younger than Qingyang, but much stronger than Qingyang, with a sturdy head and a tiger-like body, and also wearing a gray cloth monk robe.

Qingyang's judgment was correct. This old monk was the old monk Kongji from Qinglong Temple, and the young monk was his young disciple Xuanzhu. The old monk Kongji was also a well-known figure in Xiping Prefecture. His skills were even higher than his master, the old Taoist Songhe. He just practiced in Qinglong Temple for a long time and rarely traveled around. This time, for some reason, he brought his disciple to Xiping Temple.

The old monk Master Kongji walked slowly to the crowd and said to Du Chengjin: "Amitabha, it is better to resolve the enemy than to make them. I see that the expression of this donor Qian and what he said just now are not false. Why should Donor Du kill him?"

"He...he..." Du Chengjin was speechless, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. He was not only frightened by the lion roar of Master Kongji just now, but also because he was blocked from attacking Qian Banxian many times, he felt a little guilty.

Just now, when Taoist Songhe attacked, Du Chengjin ignored him and continued to attack, which was considered as not giving face to Taoist Songhe. He originally planned to take down Qian Banxian, create a fait accompli, and then apologize to Taoist Songhe. As a result, not only did he hurt Taoist Songhe's face, but he was stopped by Master Kongji when he attacked again. Now, if he didn't listen to Master Kongji's advice, it would be equivalent to offending two masters of Xiping Prefecture at once, and he would not be able to survive here in the future.

Seeing that Du Chengjin was speechless, everyone turned to look at Qian Banxian. Qian Banxian had escaped death twice in a row, and he was already scared out of his wits. At this time, he was watched by many masters, and his legs suddenly softened and he sat on the ground.

After a long time, Qian Banxian came back to his senses and said, "Du Chengjin, I really didn't take those things! But things have come to this point, and I guess you won't believe anything I say. How about this, I, Old Qian, have saved some money in my half-life, and I will compensate you. Is this okay?"

It wasn't that Qian Banxian had a change of heart, he was really frightened by what happened just now, knowing that he had hurt Du Chengjin this time. If he couldn't take the opportunity to appease the manic Du Chengjin, even if he survived this disaster, he would probably have to hide from him for the rest of his life. Now that things have come to this, he can only take advantage of everyone being here to completely settle the matter, so as to avoid trouble in the future.

"Humph..." Du Chengjin snorted coldly, and didn't respond, as if he was still angry.

Qian Banxian took a breath and said, "Eighteen taels of silver, this is all my wealth, of course it can't be compared with the value of those things, but the things stolen from the tomb can't be measured at normal value. If you still don't want to, then I can't do anything."

Eighteen taels of silver obviously couldn't meet Du Chengjin's psychological expectations, but he looked at the Taoist priest Songhe and Master Kongji who were very concerned about this matter, and then looked at Qian Banxian who looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and finally nodded helplessly.

A conflict was finally resolved, and everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Qingyang's master, Taoist Songhe, stepped forward and said, "Old Monk Kongji, that little novice monk is your disciple Xuanzhu, right? You always bring him with you when you go out. It seems that you are here to teach him as your successor, right?"