Chapter 93: The Seven Ghosts of Meishan

When he shouted this, Yong Yong Jie hadn't reacted yet, but Li Miao's gaze had already drifted over lightly.

This thug who didn't take human life seriously, calling a Shaolin Yong-generation monk "Big Brother"?

This is really something to see.

Li Miao looked at Yong Yong Jie, and Yong Yong Jie also noticed his gaze.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and said to Li Miao with a blank face: "Benefactor Li... please wait a moment while I deal with this."

"Master, go ahead, I won't speak."

Having said that, Li Miao took a pot of wine, carried a plate of peanuts, and walked to the table next to him.

While eating peanuts, he watched Yong Yong Jie and this group of people with great interest.

That person didn't care about Li Miao, walked quickly to Yong Yong Jie's side, and said with a happy face: "Big brother... you're still alive!"

"Why didn't you come to find us? Back then, when there was no news of you, we looked for you for a long time, only thinking you were dead!"

"Sigh..."

Yong Yong Jie let out a long sigh, put his hands together, and bowed to that person.

"Benefactor, the monk is already a person who has left the secular world, the dust is broken, and the golden sea is dry. All kinds of things in the past have already been let go."

"The monk only hopes that the benefactor will not commit any more murders and accumulate virtue for descendants."

"Left the secular world!?" That person listened to this, but didn't believe it at all.

"Big brother, are you not looking at the incense money of some temple? You and I are brothers, why make such a gesture? As long as you say a word, we will go together no matter what we do!"

Yong Yong Jie shook his head: "The monk has truly left the secular world, not a joke. The karma owed in the past, the monk is paying it back, and I hope the benefactor will not mention it again."

That person looked at Yong Yong Jie as if he were serious, but sneered.

"Big brother, are you really a monk?"

"Which temple dares to accept you?"

"Shaolin," Yong Yong Jie said.

That person suddenly turned red, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes: "Shaolin!?"

"Big brother, don't joke!"

"How many brothers died at the hands of that old bald donkey Xingchi back then! It's one thing that we couldn't kill him, but you went to Shaolin to be a monk!?"

Yong Yong Jie shook his head: "The monk is not joking."

"Abbot Xingchi is my master."

"What!?"

Those four or five people shouted in surprise in unison.

The man holding the blade listened to this, his hand gripping the hilt again and again, staring fixedly at Yong Yong Jie's eyes.

"Big brother... are you serious?"

Yong Yong Jie closed his eyes: "Yes."

"You really worshipped that old thing as your master?"

"Yes."

"You really entered Shaolin?"

"Yes."

"You, really don't want to avenge your brothers anymore?"

"... Yes."

"Good!"

That person slashed at Yong Yong Jie's neck with his blade, the blade edge broke the skin, and a wisp of fresh blood flowed down along the blade.

He stopped.

"Big brother, you're crazy."

Yong Yong Jie didn't dodge at all, but shook his head on his own, instead forcing that person to take the blade further away.

"The monk just saw clearly."

"The sins committed in the past, the monk will pay them back, paying them back until death."

"Only hope the benefactor will turn back early."

That person, after listening to Yong Yong Jie's words, was furious for a while.

"Pay, pay my ass, how many lives do you have to pay back!"

"Once you enter the Ordinary Jianghu, life and death are the boundaries!"

"This truth was told to me by you, Ordinary Jianghu people thinking about owing this and paying that all day, how can we live!?"

"You must have been driven crazy by that old bald donkey!"

He cursed for a long time, panting and stopping.

"Good, good, good."

"You don't care about brotherly feelings, and I won't care about you anymore! You think eating vegetarian and chanting Buddha can wash away the blood on your body, it's too late!"

"Let's go!"

Having said that, he didn't look at Yong Yong Jie anymore and turned to go out the door.

His hand just touched the door panel.

"Ah!"

Fresh blood splattered everywhere!

The long saber fell to the ground with a clatter; the man clutched his right hand as blood gushed out from between his fingers.

"Who is it!? Attacking from the shadows, what kind of hero does that make you!?"

He shouted aloud, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

A moment later, his gaze locked onto Li Miao, who was leaning against a table, tossing peanuts into his mouth one by one.

"It was you!? Why did you attack me!?"

He yelled, and the few men behind him tacitly drew their weapons, faintly surrounding him.

At this moment, Li Miao said indifferently: "Great Master, I'm going to finish off these few acquaintances of yours, you don't mind, do you?"

Yong Jie looked at Li Miao and let out a long sigh, but did not answer.

Hearing Li Miao's words, the man sneered: "What a big mouth!"

"Have you never heard of the reputation of our 'Seven Ghosts of Meishan'!? You think that just because you wounded me with a sneak attack, you can defeat us all combined!?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow: "'Seven Ghosts of Meishan'…… Oh, so it's you lot?"

"Seeing as there are only five of you, I didn't think of that at first."

Li Miao had stayed in Shuntian Prefecture for twenty years, spending most of his time processing documents, and only getting up to move around when Zhu Zai assigned him a task.

Of course, his "processing documents" meant sitting next to Wang Hai, legs propped up on the table, snacks in hand, supervising Wang Hai's work while casually pulling out various Embroidered Uniform Guard files to read like storybooks.

Reading so haphazardly, he certainly had no systematic knowledge; whether he had read something or not was purely a matter of luck.

As it happened, he really had read about these "Seven Ghosts of Meishan."

Seven or eight years ago, they wiped out an entire martial arts family, and later, being wanted by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, they committed many evil deeds while on the run.

Their martial arts were not particularly high; they survived until now entirely due to a sophisticated combined attack formation they had obtained from somewhere. When the seven of them formed the array, two or three ordinary first-class experts really couldn't take them down.

First-class experts were in short supply in every sect, even in the Embroidered Uniform Guard. A sect like the Huashan Sect only had three or four first-class experts.

These men were also perceptive; they never touched forces they couldn't afford to provoke. Naturally, no major power was willing to risk their first-class experts—the pillars of their sect—to fight them to the death just for the sake of a reputation for chivalry.

Over time, these men had gained quite a formidable reputation in the Ordinary Jianghu.

That was why they were so reckless with human life and so arrogant. Because there really weren't many people or forces capable of causing them trouble.

Hearing Li Miao say this, the man's expression turned extremely ugly.

The Seven Ghosts of Meishan were indeed seven people. The reason there were only two missing now was that they had run into the Embroidered Uniform Guard a few days ago and lost two lives.

If it had been ordinary Embroidered Uniform Guards, they really wouldn't have been able to take the seven of them down. It was just their bad luck that they ran into Bu Lei, the Commander of the Northern Administrative Office of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, who was out on official business.

Having barely escaped with their lives, they were now being reminded of their painful past by Li Miao. Already furious over the matter with Yong Jie, they could no longer contain their temper.

"Give me your life!"

With a shout, he drew his saber and charged at Li Miao.

Boom!!

A crisp sound, and flesh and blood scattered.

"Sin, sin..." Yong Jie pressed his palms together and muttered.

Li Miao joined his two fingers and moved toward the next head.

Boom!!

(End of chapter)