Chapter 289: Kejian [asking for monthly tickets! ]

This night was another sleepless night.

The nine young men were in their own rooms. Unlike when they were eating, they could not immediately gather together. They were separated and defeated one by one. Their situation was even worse than during the day. Eighty-eight indestructible bronze men suddenly rushed in from all directions, almost ten against one.

The actual situation was that the others had nine bronze men beating one, while Yan Shenbing had sixteen bronze men surrounding him and beating him up.

Therefore, he was the one who suffered the most serious injuries afterwards. Although he tried his best to dodge and protect himself, he was still beaten and bedridden, with his body smeared with magic medicine and wrapped in bandages.

After the bronze men left, everyone, with injuries varying in severity, gathered in Yan Shenbing's room to discuss the matter.

"It seems that this bronze man formation is likely to accompany us for a while in the future. We must work out a way to deal with them." Qi Yingwu's face had some bruises and messy hair, and his noble demeanor was somewhat damaged.

"That's right." Yan Shenbing, lying on the bed, nodded calmly.

As a war tool specially trained by the military, he did not show any emotion because of his injuries. He just calmly described his enemy fighting skills.

"I discovered during the battle that their body-protecting golden light has almost no weaknesses. The only weak spot is their genitals. If you attack them there, they will be psychologically frightened and will naturally retreat."

Everyone listened to his experience and looked at each other's injuries, and they probably understood why he was the only one who was beaten so badly.

There is a reason for it to be true.

Liang Yue said, "They appear without any pattern, so we can't be alone. I suggest that we still bind ourselves in groups of three. There should be at least three people at any time. In this way, when the bronze man formation appears, we can cover each other and advance and retreat together."

He was also hit by a few sticks, but thanks to Shang Qingtian's agility and the fact that he was a warrior with a strong physique, it didn't matter.

"Indeed, we can handle it better when we get together during the day than tonight." Shang Yunhai said, "Then why don't we still be a team with Junior Sister Wen and Junior Brother Liang?"

"Let's just form a group of three brothers," said Wu Handing.

Although Lin Fenghe is also a disciple of Xuanmen, he has been getting along well with his elder brother and second brother in the past few days.

Qi Yingwu and Chen Xuanjiu had a tacit understanding, needless to say, but Monk Yuansheng was a little embarrassed. There had always been many disputes between the Northern and Southern Buddhist sects, and he himself had challenged Chen Xuanjiu. Although he had not said it explicitly during this period, he was still secretly comparing them in his heart.

It was a bit embarrassing to suddenly ask him to form a team with Chen Xuanshou. But now the teams have been divided, if he doesn't go with Qi Yingwu and Chen Xuanshou, he will be left alone.

At this time, it was Chen Xuanjiu who spoke first: "Brother Yuansheng is with us, which gives us an extra warrior. This is great."

He and Qi Yingwu, two Qi Refiners, had indeed found it difficult to deal with someone after their restrictions had been broken. It was no lie that having one more warrior in the front line would be very useful to them.

But what he said mainly alleviated Yuansheng's embarrassment.

Monk Yuansheng immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm in front of you."

"There is another crucial point." After the groups were divided, Yan Shenbing suddenly spoke again, attracting everyone's attention. He uttered two words: "Terrain."

"We don't know anything about Jilei Temple, so we have no plan when we retreat, but they know this place very well, so they will be very calm when they pursue us." Yan Shenbing said, "We need a topographic map of Jilei Temple."

Everyone nodded, it turned out that only professionals could think about professional matters.

"Leave this to me." Monk Yuansheng patted his chest, "I am very familiar with this place. I will draw a copy for you later. Except for the forbidden area in the back mountain, there is no place that I can't show you."

With Monk Yuansheng as their guide, things will be much easier for them.

Liang Yue asked again: "Are the members of the Bronze Man Formation always like this? If their golden bodies are branded with some kind of runes, will they be removed when they are not fighting? We are a bit passive just defending. Is it possible to find their lair and take the initiative to attack?"

"I don't know much about this, but I can go and ask about it." Monk Yuansheng was a little surprised at his idea. "No one in our temple has ever dared to provoke the bronze men." "The bronze men won't suddenly appear and beat you up when the disciples in the temple are eating or sleeping, right?" Yan Shenbing said, "I support the counterattack of justice and take the initiative to attack!"

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles." Liang Yue pondered, "Once we know enough about these bronze men, we will naturally no longer be afraid of them."

Monk Yuansheng listened to their conversation and smelled a hint of danger.

These people are not pushovers, and they will not allow the bronze men to harass them every day. After hanging out with them for a while, will they be retaliated against when they return to Jilei Temple?
As they discussed here, the sky gradually brightened.

Monk Kewu reappeared outside the courtyard and called softly, "Everyone, the first day of training has begun. Please follow me to the Maitreya Hall."

……

Jilei Temple is located in a remote place on the edge of the north, not close to the city.

The monks in the temple usually go down the mountain to purchase goods, and there is only one town, Moyun Town, at the foot of the mountain. With the support of the monks, warriors, and believers who come and go from Jilei Temple, this town has become a prosperous place in this area.

On this day, a tall and slender monk in a white robe walked slowly through the busy city.

In Moyun Town, monks were not uncommon. There were many disciples in Jilei Temple, and some of them came down the mountain every day. However, this young monk not only had a prominent figure, but also had a strong and handsome face, with eyebrows and jaws that looked like they were carved from white stone.

Wherever he goes, he attracts people's attention.

If they knew his identity, passers-by would probably look at him even more fiercely.

Kejian is the last disciple of Han Longxiang, the abbot of Jilei Temple and the youngest monk of the Ke generation.

He was in his early twenties, and his cultivation was close to that of a master. The monks in the temple often regretted that he was born a few years earlier. Otherwise, the leader of this battle to capture the city would definitely be Uncle Kejian.

In comparison, the scholar in plain clothes next to the monk seemed somewhat inconspicuous.

He was wearing ordinary Confucian robes and had a pretty face, but under the radiance of the monk, his thin figure hardly attracted the attention of others. At this moment, he was leading the way in front, saying something.

After listening to him, the monk asked calmly, "Donor, you said you got married three days ago. Before you got married, there were no monsters in your home. But after you got married, there are monsters haunting your home every night?"

"Not bad." The scholar nodded.

"You and your wife got married after only knowing each other for two days?" the monk asked again.

"Not bad." The scholar nodded again.

"And when the evil spirits were causing trouble, your wife never showed up with him?" the monk asked again.

"Not bad." The scholar nodded again.

"Is it possible..." the monk slowly made a guess, "Your wife is the evil spirit that caused the trouble?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." This time the scholar shook his head decisively, his tone firm and confident.

"Why are you so sure, donor?" His confidence made the monks feel a little insecure, wondering if they really had missed something.

The scholar said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Because my wife is as beautiful as a flower!"

(End of this chapter)