Chapter 995

That look really did resemble someone dying to pee.

The Reception Monk was a member of Yunzhou Shaolin who handled outside dealings, and he had indeed met a great many people.

Seeing Gu Hongzi's performance, how could he possibly tell the difference.

He really thought Gu Hongzi was desperate to pee, and felt both annoyed and amused.

Stepping forward to meet Gu Hongzi, he steadied him and said,

"This is the Damo Hall. Who told you this was the latrine?

Daoist, please come this way; this little monk will take you to the latrine."

"How could it not be the latrine? Before I came in, that little monk told me this was the latrine!

Ouch, thank you, Master."

When he said 'Ouch,' Gu Hongzi's face wore an even more exquisitely agonized expression—his acting could be said to have reached full marks.

"Little monk? Was it Xuxin? This little rascal actually misidentified the place; later I must teach him a good lesson."

The Reception Monk replied again, supporting Gu Hongzi as they walked toward a corridor off to the side.

Passing through this corridor and taking two more steps, one would find a latrine.

Seeing Gu Hongzi in such distress, the Reception Monk suspected nothing.

Gu Hongzi kept saying thank you, under the Reception Monk's support.

After quite a performance, they reached the end of the corridor, out of sight of the main entrance of Damo Hall.

Suddenly, taking the Reception Monk off guard, he reached out and tapped a vital acupoint on his chest.

The Reception Monk's Wu Gong was already far below Gu Hongzi's.

And since he was caught off guard, he was pinned on the spot in a single strike.

Apart from his eyes, he couldn't move anything else.

The Reception Monk was panicked inside, unable to understand why this Daoist who had supposedly taken a wrong turn while desperate to pee would suddenly strike him.

After Gu Hongzi immobilized the Reception Monk, he Meiyouli Society him.

He merely kept up the act of needing to pee, limping back toward Damo Hall.

Ouch-ouch!

As he walked, he also kept groaning, acting utterly absorbed in the role.

He only looked to be in pain—his feet, however, were not slow.

In just a few breaths, he had already reached the vicinity of Damo Hall's main entrance.

Just as he was about to lift his foot and step into Damo Hall, a hand like a withered branch suddenly reached out from the shadows inside the hall and pressed itself in front of Gu Hongzi,

"Amitabha. Damo Hall is a forbidden ground; this Daoist, please stay where you are."

The hand shot out abruptly, and moreover subtly blocked Gu Hongzi's path forward.

If he wished to advance now, he could only either go around or push past this hand.

Gu Hongzi's heart stirred; he guessed that the owner of this hand was most likely one of the three Gao Seng of the 'Liao' generation in Damo Hall mentioned in the intelligence.

He continued the act at once, clutching his stomach and saying,

"Eh? What Damo Hall is this? Isn't this the latrine?

Master, could you do me a favor? This little Daoist is desperate to pee and can't hold it—pardon, pardon."

Saying so, Gu Hongzi simply plunged headlong forward, stumbling and lurching as if he truly were desperate to pee.

The owner of that hand, seeing Gu Hongzi trying to force his way in, was hardly going to give him the chance.

"Do not barge in! Step back!"

The monk hidden in the shadows gave a soft shout.

Then the withered-branch-like hand suddenly became two, two became four, four became sixty-four.

In the blink of an eye, he actually deployed one of Yunzhou Shaolin's Seventy-Two Supreme Techniques—the Great Compassion Thousand-Leaf Hand.

This Thousand-Leaf Hand is also called the Thousand-Leaf Palm.

Every palm strike sent out seemed to be launched together with a hundred or a thousand palms.

Those of low Wu Gong cultivation realm could hardly tell, and probably couldn't even take a single strike.

Gu Hongzi was no ordinary man; at a glance he discerned where the offensive force of this Thousand-Leaf Hand strike lay.

He deliberately tilted his foot, striking the pose of someone holding in a desperate pee and slipping on the ground.

By sheer coincidence, he dodged every lethal strike of this Thousand-Leaf Hand.

His mouth wasn't idle either, and he said,

"Master, even if I can't use the latrine, you shouldn't resort to force, should you?"

Saying so, he deliberately used the momentum of his falling posture to reach out and catch the old monk's hand.

The posture looked exactly like a person about to fall, reaching for something to steady himself.

By sheer luck, the moment he struck out, he caught the old monk's real palm amid those hundreds of phantom strikes.

Then, in the middle of speaking, he flipped his palm and jabbed straight at the vital acupoint on the monk's arm.

This move was one of the forms of the Mount Emei Sect's supreme technique, the Seven-Shade Hand.

Not only was it Lian Wuhen, it was also swift as thunder.

From the moment the old monk launched the Thousand-Leaf Hand to block Gu Hongzi from entering Damo Hall,

to Gu Hongzi faking a fall to dodge the Thousand-Leaf Hand and counterattacking with the Seven-Shade Hand—

all of it happened in the flash of an eye.

So much so that Gu Hongzi hadn't even finished that sentence yet.

Senior martial brother 784, I'm coming to help you!

"What a scoundrel — he actually came prepared!"

The old monk was about to be struck by the Seven Killings Hand, and at once saw through Seeing Gu Hongzi's bluster.

Suddenly his body shot backward; with a backhand grip he seized the wrist Seeing Gu Hongzi had thrust at him, and hauled him with all his might into the Damo Hall.

Seeing Gu Hongzi had originally come to beat the grass and startle the snake — to seize the chance to enter the Damo Hall.

But at this moment inside the Damo Hall, dim light drifted and shadows floated; the situation within could not be made out clearly.

He also knew that three great Gao Seng were stationed inside the Damo Hall.

If he let this old monk drag him into a hall where the situation could not be discerned, the other two monks would strike together from the shadows.

In an instant, he feared he would immediately fall to defeat and be captured.

At once, instead of advancing he retreated; true qi reversed course and flooded into both legs, bracing his lower stance.

So that when the old monk hauled at him, he could not be dragged an inch.

Then, taking advantage of the moment when the old monk was briefly stunned, he shifted his hands into strange moves and unleashed the other forms of the Seven Killings Hand.

Three Gao Seng of the "Liao" generation were inside the Damo Hall.

Seeing Gu Hongzi's mission was to force out the three Gao Seng — and at best, to defeat them.

"Master, if you won't let me piss then you won't let me piss — why drag me in so rudely?"

Though his hands had gained no advantage, Seeing Gu Hongzi's mouth showed no mercy.

It enraged the old monk greatly, yet he had no time to bandy words with him.

The Mount Emei Sect's Seven Killings Hand was also a Profound-grade Wu Gong.

When set in motion, it left not the slightest trace.

And when it struck, it was vicious beyond compare.

It truly was a fine Wu Gong for close-range hand attacks.

The old monk truly had never seen the Seven Killings Hand before, and at this moment was in the dim light as well.

So much so that he was thrown into a frantic fluster by the blows, and in an instant fell into the inferior position.

Fortunately, inside the Damo Hall preparations had long been made.

Just as Seeing Gu Hongzi, using the Seven Killings Hand for a sudden strike, had gained a slight upper hand —

Suddenly another pair of hands reached into the fighting circle.

"You wretched scoundrel — how dare you come to Yunzhou Shaolin's Damo Hall to run amok! Have a taste of my fist!"

As he spoke, this old monk's fists whistled through the air.

Even though he could not see clearly, Seeing Gu Hongzi could feel that this old monk's offensive momentum was terrifying.

He thought for a moment, and at once understood.