Chapter 166 Blindfold

In the dark corridor, the air was as thick as ink that would never dissolve.

In the darkness, there was only the sound of Chen's breathing. He groped along the wall and stumbled forward. But this long corridor seemed to have no end.

The next moment, he heard the footsteps of pursuers behind him, rapid, powerful and murderous.

In the darkness, someone shouted in a low voice: "The other party is an officer, be careful of the ambush, use crossbows to clear the way!"

A sharp sound of breaking wind was heard. Chen Ji couldn't see the angle of the crossbow arrow, so he could only subconsciously move sideways and stick close to the wall.

In the narrow corridor, four crossbow arrows flew past his chest and nose, and the last one unexpectedly pierced his left shoulder.

Chen Ji groaned as a piercing pain surged up his spine and he couldn't even lift his arm.

Ignoring the pain, he took advantage of the time when the other party was loading the crossbow and quickened his pace to run towards the end of the corridor.

Behind him, someone shouted, "Shot, chase!"

Chen Ji dragged a weak arm out of the tunnel, glanced at the butcher shop, gritted his teeth, pulled the meat cutting table with one hand, and placed it upside down at the exit of the tunnel.

Boom boom boom!
The pursuers in the tunnel tried hard to push the cutting table, but they were unable to push the heavy table open for a while.

Chen Ji took a deep breath and pulled out the crossbow arrow with all his strength.

In the winter, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He rolled up his sleeves, tore off the hem of his shirt to tie up the wound on his shoulder, turned around and walked out of the butcher shop as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, soldiers were passing through Anxi Street.

The Liu family army, armed with long spears, walked past Chen Ji. They surrounded Prince Jing's Mansion and Taiping Medical Clinic tightly and completely blocked them off.

The guards of Prince Jing's mansion stood facing each other in front of the door with halberds in hand, and the situation was tense between the two sides.

Chen Ji walked under the eaves of the roadside with his head down, hurrying to the end of Anxi Street, but after only taking a few dozen steps, he slowly stopped.

There were dozens of soldiers guarding the front, prohibiting all civilians from entering or leaving Anxi Street.

Chen Ji turned and walked to the other side, but saw that the pursuer had already come out of the butcher shop, looking left and right among the people on the street with a knife in hand, looking for his figure.

Can't leave.

Chen Ji looked around for weapons he could use, ready to fight to the death.

Before he could find a suitable weapon, a carriage stopped beside him and someone in the carriage whispered, "Get in, I'll take you away!"

Chen Ji turned around and saw that it was Zhang Li from Huangshan Dao Court who lifted the car curtain and waved to him from inside the car.

He got into the car, leaned against the wall and looked at Zhang Li with a vigilant look.

Zhang Li patted the little Taoist boy driving the carriage, signaling him to drive away quickly.

The little Taoist boy said in embarrassment: "Brother Zhang Li, we shouldn't take him away. We will get into trouble."

Zhang Li cursed and slapped him on the back of the head: "Why are you Laojunshan Dao Court so afraid of trouble? What did your master teach you on a daily basis? What should you do if you see someone in danger?"

The little Taoist boy was stunned for a moment: "We should ask the Three Pure Ones to bless him!"

Zhang Li laughed angrily: "Fuck you... Is it too late to ask for help from the Three Pure Ones now? Brother is teaching you now, to help when you see injustice!"

The little Taoist boy hesitated and said, "Brother, this is different from what my master taught me."

Zhang Li patted him on the back of the head again: "Stop talking nonsense, I'll smash your head if you don't leave now. You begged me to bring you to Los Angeles to play before, but now my words don't count, right? Do you think I will bring you with me in the future?"

The little Taoist boy pouted and had to shake the reins to drive the carriage.

Zhang Li lowered the car curtain and turned around, smiling at Chen Ji in the car, "Excuse me, excuse me."

Chen Ji asked in confusion: "Why is Taoist Zhang Li here?"

Zhang Li patiently explained, "You helped me a lot at Luhun Mountain Villa before, so of course I had to pay you a visit when I came to Luocheng. It's just unfortunate that I saw this scene on the way here... By the way, the Liu family is asking for you, right?"

Chen Ji remained calm: “No.”

Zhang Li pointed at his shoulder with a smile. Chen Ji looked down and saw that the blood had soaked his grey shirt and seeped out.

"Don't be nervous," Zhang Li said with a kind smile, "I, Huangshan Daoting, have no relationship with the Liu family and will never betray you. Now that the Liu family has blocked this long street, I will send you out first."

The carriage drove out of Anxi Street. When it was about to leave, it was blocked by more than ten soldiers: "No passage here!"

The little Taoist boy driving the carriage asked in a low voice: "Brother, what should we do?"

Zhang Li said nonchalantly in the car: "What should we do? Scold them!"

The little Taoist boy said to the soldiers without hesitation: "You f*cking bastards..."

Zhang Li hurriedly said, "Wait, don't curse so badly!"

Upon hearing this, the little Taoist boy cursed at the soldier, "Are you blind? How dare you stop the Taoist court's car?"

The soldier outside the car said in a deep voice: "Mr. Feng has ordered the blockade of Anxi Street. No matter whether you are from the Taoist temple or the Buddhist sect, you cannot leave."

The little Taoist boy said angrily, "I am the direct disciple of Danqiuzi, the Taoist master of Laojun Mountain. The person in the car is Zhang Li, the first disciple of the Taoist master of Huangshan Mountain. He is the one who has preached Taoism to Your Majesty in the palace! I asked the manager of your Liu family to come to see me. I want to ask, who gave you the courage to stop my car?"

The soldiers looked at each other, one of them winked, and immediately a soldier quietly left to report.

A moment later, a soldier with a whisker and wearing armor slowly walked over.

He said politely to the little Taoist boy, "Please forgive me, young Taoist priest. We are also following orders to capture the rebels. Please cooperate with us."

The little Taoist raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I look like a traitor?"

The soldier with the curly beard explained, "I am not saying that you are a traitor. I am just worried that the traitor may have hidden in the car while you are not paying attention. How about this, you let me check the car. As long as I am sure there is no traitor, I will let you go immediately."

The little Taoist boy sneered, "What if I don't agree? If you say to search, then search. Where is the dignity of our Taoist court?"

The soldier with the beard slowly darkened his face: "This is a serious matter. If the young Taoist priest refuses, even if the Three Pure Ones are in the car, we cannot let you leave."

Chen Ji frowned in the car, thinking that he could not escape this disaster. He looked at Zhang Li, and saw that he took out a dried elm leaf from his left sleeve and a rat whisker brush from his right sleeve.

Zhang Li cut his finger and used a rat whisker pen dipped in blood to write a complicated spell on an elm leaf. Then he stretched out his hand and stuck the elm leaf on Chen Ji's forehead, lowering his voice and saying, "Don't talk."

The next moment, he cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "Zhou Fang, since they want to look inside the car, let them have a look."

The little Taoist boy responded, "Okay, Senior Brother."

After that, he took the initiative to lift the curtain to let the bearded soldier check: "Here, take a look!"

Chen Ji's heart was in his throat. He watched helplessly as the bearded soldier stuck his head in and looked at him with sharp eyes.

But the other party just glanced in his direction and then looked away as if he saw nothing.

The soldier with the curly beard bowed to Zhang Li and said, "I apologize, Taoist Master Zhang Li. I am just following your orders."

Zhang Li hummed calmly and asked in a focused voice, "Are there any traitors in my car?"

The soldier with the beard quickly said, "No."

"Still not letting you go?"

The bearded officer took a step back and waved to the soldiers: "Get out of the way, let them pass!"

The carriage started to move again. Zhang Li smiled and plucked the elm leaf off Chen Ji's forehead. He rubbed it with two fingers and it turned into powder. "Fortunately, they didn't linger for too long, otherwise they would have been exposed."

Chen Ji was puzzled: "Why can't he see me?"

Zhang Li smiled and said, "It's just a small illusion."

He pulled out a gourd-shaped white porcelain bottle from his sleeve and said, "Daoist Chen Ji, roll up your sleeves. I'll apply some powder to stop the bleeding on your wound."

Chen Ji rolled up his sleeves, but heard Zhang Li exclaim, "Has the bleeding stopped?"

Chen Ji looked sideways and saw that the blood hole left by the crossbow arrow was no longer oozing blood, and even his left arm, which had just lost consciousness, could be lifted up.

fire!

He took the porcelain bottle calmly, sprinkled the powder on the wound, and explained nonchalantly: "My wounds have healed faster than others since I was a child."

Zhang Li smiled and didn't ask any more questions: "Daoyou are a person favored by heaven."

Chen Ji put down his sleeves, opened the curtains a little and looked out. There were still Liu family soldiers pouring into the palace on the street. "Does Taoist Zhang Li have any way to get out of the city?"

Zhang Li sat upright, his hands in his sleeves, and said, "Now the four city gates are closed, crossbows have been set up on the city walls, and there are military camps stretching for more than ten miles outside the city. Before the Liu family starts the rebellion, they will definitely not let any news leak out, so you can't get out."

Chen Ji frowned.

At this time, a group of men in black rode towards them, heading towards the palace. The first person was wearing a green cloak, and it was Mr. Feng, whom I hadn't seen for a few days!
Chen Ji immediately lowered the curtains, fearing that the other person would see him through the gap.

Zhang Li sat in the car and said with interest: "Daoyou, why don't you follow me back to the inn and hide there? I am leading more than ten junior brothers and sisters to live in Yingxian Inn. No matter what the Liu family wants to do, I believe they will not dare to embarrass my Daoting."

Chen Ji shook his head: "I appreciate your kindness, Taoist priest. I can't hide beside you with a clear conscience. If the Liu family finds out, I'm afraid it will be a burden to you. Besides, there are experts among the Liu family's staff, and the illusion just now may not be able to deceive them."

After that, he bowed to Zhang Li and said, "Thank you for helping me. We will say goodbye here."

Zhang Li did not try to persuade him to stay. He smiled and bowed: "Farewell, we will meet again if we are destined to. If you survive this time, remember to come to Huangshan as a guest."

"It's a word."

After Mr. Feng and his group were far away, Chen Ji lifted the door curtain, jumped out of the car, turned around and disappeared into the dark alley beside the road.

The Taoist boy who was driving the carriage turned around and asked curiously, "Brother, you are full of bad intentions and you are not a chivalrous person. Why are you helping him?"

Zhang Li said angrily, "Stop making up stories about me. I, Zhang Li, only use those methods to deal with Buddhism. When have I ever used them to deal with other people? I work so hard and you are talking bad about me behind my back. Be careful or I will slap you."

The little Taoist boy shrank his neck and muttered softly: "Brother, you have entered the palace to see the emperor, why are you still so rude!"

the other side.

Mr. Feng rode his horse to the gate of Prince Jing's mansion and smiled at the closed red lacquer gate: "Is the enclosure ready?"

The soldier with the curly beard stood beside the horse and reported: "Reporting to Mr. Feng, our Elephant Armor Battalion has surrounded the palace. Prince Jing and his family are among them. We will definitely not let anyone escape."

Mr. Feng hummed, "Where is the young man the master wants?"

The soldier with the curly beard hesitated for a moment: "This man wanted to escape through the tunnel of Taiping Medical Clinic, but we saw through his trick and immediately chased him. During the chase, the young doctor was hit by one of our arrows..."

Mr. Feng smiled grimly and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, you'll lose your head. I ask you, where is he?"

The bearded soldier was so scared that he prostrated himself on the ground, his cast iron black armor rustling. "I'm still looking for him! He's injured, and we've cordoned off this area and didn't let anyone go. He must still be nearby!"

Mr. Feng raised his head and thought for a while: "Are you sure you didn't let anyone go? Don't lie to me. If I find out that you lied, I will kill your wife and children."

The soldier with the beard hastily added, "There was a Taoist carriage passing by earlier. But I checked the carriage carefully and confirmed that there was only one Taoist in it before I let them go."

"Oh?" Mr. Feng raised his eyebrows: "What's the Taoist priest's name?"

"Huangshan Daoting, Zhang Li."

Mr. Feng was delighted: "It turned out to be him!"

The bearded soldier was puzzled: "Mr. Feng knows him?"

"Of course he knows you," Mr. Feng asked with a smile, "When you went to check his car, didn't he slap you?"

The soldier with the curly beard was stunned for a moment: "No."

Mr. Feng pondered for a moment: "When did Zhang Li become so good-tempered? The young man must be hiding in the car, otherwise Zhang Li would have gotten out and slapped you. If you send someone to chase him now... forget it, the boy is alert, I'm afraid it's too late."

The soldier with the curly beard trembled: "Mr. Feng, please spare my life..."

Mr. Feng smiled and said, "Get up. I'm not an unreasonable person. It's not your fault that Daoting helped him."

(End of this chapter)