PFC Chapter 226 Surprise Attack on the Iron Palm Clan
Chapter 226 Surprise Attack on the Iron Palm Clan
on the official road.
Duan Zhengchun rode a white horse, carrying a wine gourd in his hand, and swayed as he walked forward, watching Master Yideng and Ci'en walking slowly ahead.
He was somewhat confused. Master Yideng was clearly taking Ci'en to Iron Palm Mountain to settle the matter, but he insisted on not taking a carriage and always walked there, leaving him to slowly follow behind them.
If we keep going like this, it will take forever to reach Iron Palm Mountain.
"Master, it's getting dark again. If we continue like this, we'll only waste more time. Wouldn't that just be letting the Iron Palm Clan harm more innocent people?"
"We'll be at Longcheng soon. Why don't we find a carriage there and go there by carriage?"
After a long while, Duan Zhengchun rode up to him on horseback and asked with a smile.
He had lost count of how many times he had suggested that Yideng choose to take a car.
Since leaving Qiyun City, they have been traveling for more than half a month, and have only covered half the distance.
"Everyone's life and death have their own inviolable principles. Some people are destined to die, and some people are destined to be born. Whether I go early or late, it will not change."
"Some things cannot be rushed. The reason why I chose asceticism is to temper Ci'en's murderous intent and to help him cultivate his mind."
Master Yideng clasped his hands together and answered slowly.
"So, before leaving Butterfly Valley, the master deliberately put shackles on Ci'en's hands and feet, because he was worried that Ci'en would not be able to control his murderous thoughts and might turn back into the original demon when he arrived at Iron Palm Mountain, thus abandoning Buddhism?"
Duan Zhengchun glanced at Ci'en, who was walking slowly in shackles, and asked a question thoughtfully.
He seemed to understand Master Yideng's intention.
If that's the case, the Iron Palm Clan will only commit more heinous crimes, and more people may die.
Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, Master Yideng merely smiled and remained silent, but the answer was self-evident.
Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, and said nothing more.
If, as he suspected, Ci'en did indeed unleash his beastly nature upon returning to his homeland and break free from Master Yideng's control, then he would kill Ci'en without hesitation, and might even be willing to wipe out the entire Iron Palm Clan.
He is not a Buddhist and doesn't have much compassion.
An hour later, the three of them finally arrived in Longcheng. Since it was already late, they had no choice but to spend the night in Longcheng and set off again early the next morning.
But Duan Zhengchun couldn't wait any longer, because he had to rush back to Qixia Mountain as soon as possible. Long'er was six months pregnant and would give birth soon, and he had to see his child born with his own eyes.
As night fell, Duan Zhengchun left the inn alone and went to a pawnshop in the city, where he gently knocked on the door.
As the door opened, a handsome young servant appeared in the doorway. After glancing at Duan Zhengchun, he immediately stepped aside to make way for him.
Duan Zhengchun didn't say anything, but walked directly into the pawnshop, passed through the front hall, and went straight to the back hall.
Inside the back hall, seven or eight beautiful women were already waiting respectfully. Upon seeing Duan Zhengchun appear, they immediately knelt down respectfully.
"I've met the sect master!"
Duan Zhengchun waved his hand casually and sat down on a chair by the wall.
An older woman immediately stood up and poured Duan Zhengchun a cup of tea, then respectfully retreated to a distance, not daring to raise her head much.
"Any news?"
Duan Zhengchun took a sip of tea and asked a question casually.
"Reporting to the sect leader, the Longcheng branch has received news from the front that the person currently in charge of the Iron Palm Gang is Qiu Qianzhang's illegitimate son and Qiu Qianren's disciple."
"Moreover, the message mentioned that the Iron Palm Clan seems to be colluding with the Mongol Tartars!"
The woman clasped her hands in a respectful bow and said.
Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that the resurgence of the Iron Palm Clan was actually directly related to Qiu Qianren, the former leader of the Iron Palm Clan.
Moreover, they dared to collude with the Mongol Tartars, which is unforgivable!
This is the consequence of not eradicating the root of the problem.
Although he didn't know how the Iron Palm Clan had fallen from power back then, he was certain that someone had shown mercy and hadn't wiped them out completely.
"Do you have any sleeping pills? Preferably the kind that can keep someone unconscious for two or three days?"
After pondering for a moment, Duan Zhengchun asked hesitantly.
Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but exchange glances.
"What does the sect leader mean?"
The woman at the head of the group slowly looked up at Duan Zhengchun, puzzled, and tentatively asked a question.
"Does it exist or not?!"
Duan Zhengchun pressed on impatiently.
"Have!"
"Then why aren't you giving it to me?!"
"it is good!"
A short while later, the woman in the lead brought over a porcelain bottle and respectfully handed it to Duan Zhengchun.
"Prepare a carriage to be parked in front of the inn early tomorrow morning."
Duan Zhengchun gave a serious instruction, then picked up the porcelain bottle and got up to leave.
Several guards in blue robes watched Duan Zhengchun leave the pawnshop, none of them able to guess what their sect leader was going to do with the sleeping potion.
Perhaps it has something to do with women?
...
Three days later.
Tieqi Town.
Inside an inn, Master Yideng groggily opened his eyes, and immediately felt a terrible headache.
When he came to his senses, he noticed that something seemed different about the room's layout, so he got up and left the room, puzzled.
As soon as he stepped out of his room, he froze at the doorway, because outside his room was a not-so-spacious courtyard, but he clearly remembered that his guest room was on the second floor of the inn, at the corner.
How is this going?
Just as Master Yideng was in a state of confusion, he saw Duan Zhengchun sitting on a recliner in the courtyard, basking in the sun, and immediately went over to him.
"Did you sleep well, Master?"
At this moment, Duan Zhengchun spoke first without turning his head.
"Benefactor Yin, what happened? Why do I remember not living here before?"
"And, and I always feel like this old monk has slept for a long time?"
Master Yideng walked straight up to Duan Zhengchun, who was sitting comfortably in the chair, looking at him with puzzlement.
"We have arrived at the foot of Iron Palm Mountain."
Duan Zhengchun replied with a smile.
"What? This..."
"What's going on?"
Master Yideng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Duan Zhengchun in surprise as he pressed for answers.
"In order to help Master Ci'en sever ties with the past as soon as possible, I used some means to get him to the destination ahead of time."
"I hope you won't mind, Master. If you've rested enough, we can head up the mountain now."
"We'll arrive at the Iron Palm Clan in less than half an hour."
Duan Zhengchun slowly stood up, clasped his hands in a salute to Master Yideng, and said with a slightly apologetic smile.
After obtaining the sleeping potion from the Qingyi Guard that day, he went back and drugged Yideng and Ci'en. The next morning, he took the two unconscious people by carriage to the small town of Tiezhang Mountain.
Otherwise, given Master Yideng's pace, he would probably have been delayed on the road for another half a month.
Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's reply, Master Yideng frowned, hesitated, and finally slowly turned around to pack his belongings.
Although Duan Zhengchun did not explain everything clearly, he always felt that his headache was related to Duan Zhengchun.
Half an hour later, Duan Zhengchun drove the carriage, carrying Master Yideng and Ci'en, away from the inn and headed directly towards Iron Palm Mountain behind the town.
When the carriage reached the halfway point of Iron Palm Mountain, the road ended and the mountain became increasingly steep. The three of them had no choice but to get off the carriage and walk up a stone staircase that could only accommodate one person at a time.
"stop!"
Not long after the three of them went, a sharp shout suddenly came from the woods, and several figures quickly darted out of the woods and surrounded the three of them.
"This is the Iron Palm Clan's forbidden area. Anyone who trespasses will be put to death!"
The middle-aged man at the head of the group gave the three men a cold look and said in a deep voice.
A black-robed, wicked monk in shackles, an old monk with white hair and beard, and a drunkard who never puts down his drink—anyone who sees them can't help but take a second look.
"Amitabha, please trouble this benefactor to go up the mountain and inform them that an old friend has come and wishes to meet with your gang leader."
Master Yideng clasped his hands together and politely explained his purpose to the other party.
"You stinking monk, who do you think you are?!"
"Our gang leader isn't someone just anyone can meet!!"
"If you know what's good for you, leave now, or don't blame us for being impolite!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and rebuked him with a disdainful look...