Chapter 128: Wudu Tongzi (Chapter 8, seeking subscriptions, seeking monthly tickets)

Yu Liancheng and the others stayed at an inn in the small town.

That night, the moon rose to the center of the sky.

Moonlight spilled down, and the stars were brilliant.

Yu Liancheng held a flute he had bought and a small knife in his hands, stepped onto the roof under the moonlight, scanned the small town, and a look of contemplation appeared between his brows.

With the help of two disciples, Xinmeiheshang also climbed onto the roof and said, "Is the benefactor planning to deal with Wudu Tongzi now?"

"Exactly." Yu Liancheng nodded and smiled, "Since Wudu Tongzi wants to poison people, he cannot be too far from us. And with my martial arts, as long as I can find Wudu Tongzi, he will undoubtedly die."

Xinmeiheshang frowned and said, "But I have heard that Wudu Tongzi kills without a trace and rarely appears in front of people. It is said that three or four hundred people have already died at his hands, yet no one has ever seen him."

Yu Liancheng laughed, "I have also heard that Wudu Tongzi is a dwarf, too ugly to be seen by others; I suppose the rumors in the martial arts world must be true." He used his Internal Force when saying this, and it carried far away, audible to most of the town, though it is unknown how many people's sweet dreams were startled awake.

Just then, a vicious voice suddenly rang out: "Yu Liancheng, if I let you die too quickly, it would be a disservice to you." This voice sounded near and far, now to the left and now to the right, and it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.

Yu Liancheng had not guessed wrong.

Wudu Tongzi was nearby, right here in this small town.

But although this town was not very large, it was home to over a hundred households; for just a few of them to find Wudu Tongzi was truly too difficult.

"You don't need to feel sorry for me, because the one who will die is only you."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, "I specifically bought a flute and a flying knife today; one is to find you, and the other is to kill you. To make me go to such trouble, you should feel honored even in death."

"Kill me? Haha, I'm afraid you don't know how formidable I am." Wudu Tongzi's vicious voice rang out again.

Yu Liancheng did not reply; he began to play the flute.

Moonlight, a flute, a youth in black...

This was originally a scene with great atmosphere, but the flute sound was high one moment and low the next, like ghosts crying and wolves howling; it was shrill and unpleasant, yet it seemed to reveal a strange power that made people's minds sway.

Before long, the flute sound changed again, but it was just as unpleasant and just as evil.

Xinmeiheshang frowned, completely unaware of what Yu Liancheng was doing.

Could this flute sound force Wudu Tongzi out?

"Ah! How is this possible?"

Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out, followed by a terrifying, incessant rustling sound.

On the other side of the snow, countless wriggling black shadows appeared, some large and some small, some long and some short; they were all kinds of poisonous creatures.

Poisonous creatures?

How could there be poisonous creatures here? Could they have been brought by Wudu Tongzi?

Yu Liancheng's gaze sharpened, his toes tapped lightly, and he swept toward the direction from which the countless black shadows had come like a bolt of lightning.

Soon, he saw another person whose figure was as short as a young child.

This person exposed a pair of calves, and despite the extreme cold, he did not feel it at all. His head was very small, but his eyes were as bright as lanterns, filled with vicious intent.

——Wudu Tongzi.

He was hiding in a corner, a look of disbelief on his face, and just as he was about to flee, his path was already blocked by Yu Liancheng.

"You..." Wudu Tongzi was about to say something.

But Yu Liancheng's hand suddenly flicked, and a silver light cut through the sky.

Wudu Tongzi's throat rattled, but he could not utter a single word.

Because the flying knife Yu Liancheng had bought was stuck precisely in his throat.

Wudu Tongzi did not die immediately; he felt a breath trapped in his throat and, unable to bear it, reached back to pull out the flying knife.

As soon as the flying knife was pulled out, that breath was released.

"How can you control my Gu Insect..." Wudu Tongzi roared wildly, and fresh blood sprayed from his throat. Those countless poisonous insects suddenly darted back like arrows, every single one of them pinning themselves onto Wudu Tongzi's throat.

Only the sound of rustling was heard incessantly, and Wudu Tongzi had already turned into a pile of withered bones.

And Wudu Tongzi's flesh and blood seemed to have been soaked in toxins; after the poisonous insects had gorged themselves on his flesh, they also went limp on the ground, unable to move.

This man became famous for poison and finally died by poison.

Just as a person who uses a sword is killed by a sword, he should have no complaints or regrets.

It was just that the scene before their eyes was truly too ghastly to look at.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has excellent methods." Xinmeiheshang also hurried over, and seeing this scene, he let out a long sigh.

Yu Liancheng smiled, "It is merely knowing some methods to drive insects and control Gu."

The "Lianhua Treasure Mirror" is profound and vast, and it records the Miao People Gu Technique.

The various flute sounds Yu Liancheng played were all used to stimulate and control Gu Insect; if one did not work, he would switch to another.

And while playing the flute, Yu Liancheng's mind was focused and calm; any slight movement would be noticed by him.

And one of them, whether by luck or design, actually drove out many of the poisonous creatures Wudu Tongzi had brought, while simultaneously exposing his location.

Just as Yu Liancheng had said, with his martial arts, as long as he discovered Wudu Tongzi, then Wudu Tongzi would undoubtedly die.

After burying Wudu Tongzi and those poisonous creatures, the group returned to the inn to rest, and the next day they continued their journey.

After traveling for another two days, the group of six finally arrived at the foot of Shaolin Temple.

Since Bodhidharma traveled east to the Central Plains during the time of Liang Wudi, and through twenty-eight generations to the Divine Monk Kashyapa, Shaolin has produced talent in every generation and has long been the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts World.

"Little monk, come here for a moment; I have some things to tell you." Yu Liancheng looked up toward the mountaintop and beckoned to a martial monk who was traveling with him.

During the few days of the journey, Yu Liancheng would occasionally discuss profound martial arts theories, which benefited the monks greatly.

Coupled with Yu Liancheng's own bearing and demeanor, it was also admirable.

These monks felt more or less some admiration for Yu Liancheng.

But they also knew that Yu Liancheng was by no means a friend of Shaolin Temple and had even crippled the martial arts of their Uncle-Master Xinmei, so they did not dare to show any closeness to him.

The martial monk looked toward Uncle-Master Xinmei, and seeing Xinmei nod, he walked toward Yu Liancheng and pressed his palms together: "I wonder what the benefactor has to instruct."

Yu Liancheng said, "I do indeed have a matter for you to attend to. You must be very careful with this; there can be absolutely no mistakes."

The martial monk said, "Please give your instructions, benefactor."

Yu Liancheng used the skill of Voice Transmission to instruct the martial monk. Because this matter was of great importance, he also employed the Mind-Capturing Technique from the "Lianhua Treasure Mirror" to ensure the martial monk would not make any errors.

The martial monk's face showed a look of hesitation, but he quickly said, "This humble monk understands. Please rest assured, benefactor." After speaking, he bowed to Xinmei and then leaped away toward the mountain gate.

Xinmeiheshang asked with suspicion, "What did you say to him?"

Yu Liancheng said, "Rest assured, it is certainly nothing that would harm your Shaolin, otherwise he would not have agreed."

Xinmeiheshang naturally knew this as well.

"Very well, it is time for me to ascend the mountain." Yu Liancheng unfolded his figure and swept away toward the mountain gate.