Chapter 156: Copper Coins as Arrows

Feng Wu had no arrow, could only shoot flames.

I had never previously considered whether I could match Feng Wu with an arrow; in my subconscious, Feng Wu is a spiritual artifact, and any arrow would be unworthy of it.

But today, when encountering such a special opponent as Feng Li Shu, perhaps an ordinary arrow paired with Feng Wu would be more effective.

But I had no arrow in hand, and there was no time to pick a suitable branch to use as an arrow; all I could think of was to take the copper coin Liu Junyan gave me, treat it as an arrow, and shoot it!

The Golden Copper Coin traced an arc in the air, heading toward Feng Li Shu.

The moment Feng Li Shu saw that copper coin, she froze for a moment, then immediately extended her palm, gathering internal force to prepare to shake the coin away with one palm.

She looked disdainful, thinking I was at the end of my tricks, making a pointless last struggle.

But just as her palm met the coin, a red line sprang from inside the coin, instantly winding around Feng Li Shu's hand.

Feng Li Shu froze again.

She looked at the red line tangled messily on her hand, feeling somewhat bewildered.

The next moment, those red lines suddenly tightened, breaking her hand and digging into her flesh.

Blood instantly spurted out; Feng Li Shu vigorously shook her right hand, shouting, "What the hell is this!"

She kept shaking and pulling the red line, but it only grew tighter, as if it wanted to break her bones and tear her right hand apart.

Unable to untie or pull it off, Feng Li Shu could only burn it with fire.

But the red line had already sunk into her flesh and blood; the fire could only burn her own hand, not the red line.

She cupped her right hand with her left, and in that moment her emotions completely collapsed.

And that copper coin returned to my hand.

When I shot that copper coin, I never expected such a result.

Unexpectedly, the effect I received was surprisingly good.

I casually picked up a nearby stone, strode toward Feng Li Shu, and aimed to smash the back of her head.

Feng Li Shu suddenly came to her senses; at the critical moment, she suddenly whistled again.

Countless black crows flapped their wings, surrounding her and completely blocking my view.

The next moment, a burst of black energy surged up; when the black energy dissipated, Feng Li Shu and the black crows had already vanished without a trace.

Everything returned to calm, leaving me and Hu Yulin staring at each other.

Hu Yulin's fan had its blades exposed from the ribs, covered in blood.

And my right hand was also bleeding.

He glanced at my right hand, stepped forward, and called out, "Xiao Jiu..."

I turned and walked away.

Hu Yulin is not a bad person; he's just blind.

He has saved me more than once and also harmed me more than once; now is not the time to argue right from wrong.

I have no time to wrangle with him.

Liu Junyan has been gone for a while; despite the huge commotion here, he hasn't shown up, which can only mean he probably succeeded in breaking the formation.

Breaking the formation is only the first step; each step thereafter is extremely dangerous, and I now only want to get to his side as quickly as possible.

I ran forward a distance and indeed saw that the Yin Corpse formation around the temple had disappeared.

Outside lay a group of people, most already unconscious, with only a few curled up, groaning in pain.

As soon as I stepped one foot into the temple gate, I immediately heard a metallic turning and rubbing sound.

Before I could follow the sound, two figures leapt up from the direction of the temple's main hall; one I know extremely well—who else could it be but Liu Junyan?

The other was a monk wearing robes, draped with a yellow shawl, barefoot.

The great monk held a prayer wheel in his hand.

As the prayer wheel kept turning, the great monk chanted; countless sutras poured forth like demonic sound drilling into the ears, and I only felt a buzzing in my head.

Hu Yulin also came running, looked up to see the battle above the temple, and immediately leapt up to join the fight.

No matter how blind Hu Yulin is regarding the matter with Ah Li, his childhood friendship with Liu Junyan remains, and he went to help Liu Junyan.

The great monk must be that false ascetic; he had already suffered a backlash and serious injury, and now facing Liu Junyan and Hu Yulin together, his chances of winning are slim.

I felt somewhat relieved and immediately ran toward the main hall.

I must take advantage of this time gap to find Guo Zhen and get her out.

My right hand kept bleeding; a blade had pierced my palm, and as long as the hand moved, the wound would split open and the blood wouldn't stop.

After entering the main hall, I casually grabbed a corner of cloth from the offering table, tightly wrapped it around my right palm, and simply staunched the bleeding.

While doing this, my steps didn't stop; I walked and called out Guo Zhen's name.

Having searched the entire main hall, I still didn't see Guo Zhen's figure.

When I then went toward the rear courtyard, I immediately heard Guo Zhen's faint cry for help.

In a meditation room in the rear courtyard, a light was on, the door stood wide open, and a great lama lay at the doorway, unknown whether dead or knocked out.

I stepped over the great lama, entered the meditation room, and finally found Guo Zhen.

Guo Zhen was trussed up and thrown onto the ground; formations had been laid around her, but now the formation had been destroyed.

Within the formation, a few bloodstains could still be seen, likely vomited up when the false ascetic suffered a backlash.

Guo Zhen's complexion was pallid; her chin was not only black but also bore scorch marks.

Her whole skin was dull and lifeless; although she had just turned eighteen, she now had many wrinkles, looking as if she had aged forty or fifty years overnight.

She kept calling for help, tears continuously streaming down the corners of her eyes, but her gaze was scattered and her consciousness not clear.

I had already walked up to her and squatted down beside her, yet she noticed nothing.

Calling for help is instinct.

It is merely instinct.

She actually no longer has much self-awareness now.

I helped untie her while calling her name.

When encountering such a situation, one is prone to panic and lose one's soul; if it's brief, repeatedly calling the name of the person who lost their soul can usually call the lost soul back.

Of course, if it lasts longer, one must resort to other means to call the soul back.

Guo Zhen gradually came to, and upon waking she reflexively tried to bounce away from me.

The only time I ever interacted with Guo Zhen was at her home.

At that time she was hugging the golden Buddha, fondling and kissing it—how could she have any impression of me?

It's only natural for her to be on guard against me.

I tried coaxing her: "Guo Zhen, I'm the person your father hired to rescue you; obey me, I'll take you home now."

Guo Zhen kept looking around like a startled bird, not knowing what she was looking at.

At that moment, Guo Zhen suddenly let out a sharp scream, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

My body stiffened, I slowly turned to look behind, and saw a person standing at the meditation room's doorway.

A man nine feet tall, covered in horizontal flesh, with several vertical and horizontal knife scars on his face, and four fangs protruding from his mouth...