Chapter 17: Founding Old General

Chapter 17: Founding Old General

These four gunmen were all Crew-cut Men wearing white shirts, dress pants, and black leather shoes; they looked extremely fierce and were brimming with Killing Intent, so it went without saying that they were Martial Artists.

"What are you doing? Are you filming a movie or carrying out a terrorist attack?" Zhao Xiaorou immediately shouted when she saw this. Coming up the mountain to enjoy the moon late at night, only to have a gun aimed at her head—it was truly absurd.

"A terrorist attack? I think you're the ones carrying out a terrorist attack," the leading man snorted coldly. The four of them didn't pay much attention to Zhao Xiaorou, but they kept their eyes locked on Zhou Lang, not daring to relax in the slightest.

"Gentlemen, we have no grudges or enmity with you, why the need to draw guns?"

At first, Zhou Lang had been startled, but he quickly steadied his mind. He was a Cultivator now; why would he be afraid of these four gunmen?

"We've known for a long time that you wanted to attack Old Master Qin; behave yourselves and come with us into Feiyun Temple," the leading man said.

"Attack Old Master Qin?" Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou were both a bit confused.

"Stop pretending, let's go!" The leading man raised the gun in his hand.

"Gentlemen, we don't know any Old Master Qin, nor do we know you. We are just ordinary tourists. If you four intend to use force, then I won't be polite."

Zhou Lang was being threatened with a gun for no reason, and his temper flared up.

"You dare to resist? The gun in my hand will blow your head off immediately," the leading man said. His tone was icy, like a god of death. Judging by his eyes, he must have killed people before; otherwise, he wouldn't have such terrifying Killing Intent on him.

"Does having a gun mean you can decide a person's life and death?" Zhou Lang said indifferently. "I don't think so."

The reason he wasn't afraid was because of his strength. Furthermore, if a real situation arose, he could have Xiao Xi, the spirit of the ancestral copper coin, take action. Xiao Xi's strength was far above his own, as she was already at the Foundation Establishment Stage. Dealing with a few gunmen should be a piece of cake for her.

"Benefactor, you had better give up resisting. When you were almost here, I already sensed the True Qi fluctuations on your body, which is why these four experts are waiting for you."

Just as Zhou Lang and the four gunmen were about to make a move, the temple gate of Feiyun Temple suddenly opened, and three monks walked out. The leader was an old monk in his seventies with a white beard, and the other two were in their early forties. All three were wearing grey monk robes, and it was the old monk in the lead who had spoken.

"Great monk, you have sharp eyes, but Feiyun Peak doesn't belong to Feiyun Temple, does it? Are we not allowed to come here? I have never seen monks as unreasonable and rude as you lot."

After being slightly stunned, Zhou Lang spoke. He realized that these monks and the four gunmen were in cahoots. He had been to Feiyun Temple before and had seen these three monks. Previously, he had thought these three monks were completely ordinary, but looking at them now, they were actually experts.

"Exactly, exactly. Great monk, Feiyun Temple isn't some terrorist base, is it? You actually have so many people with guns. Be careful, or you might get wiped out by the state's enforcement agencies." Zhao Xiaorou also chimed in.

"Amitabha. Since you are a Martial Artist, Benefactor, why hide it? Aren't you here for Old Master Qin?"

The old monk put his hands together from a distance. He could sense the True Qi fluctuations on Zhou Lang from over a hundred meters away, so his martial arts were clearly not low. The martial arts Realms are divided into four levels: Martial Apprentice, Martial Artist, Master, and Grandmaster. He was very likely at the Grandmaster level.

"I have said repeatedly that I don't know any Old Master Qin. Stop finding excuses and move aside immediately," Zhou Lang said. "My friend and I still need to go to the top of Feiyun Peak."

"Then, offense taken. Any criminal who dares to attack Old Master Qin will be killed on sight." The leader of the gunmen shouted coldly and was about to fire at Zhou Lang.

"Brother Lang, save me!"

At this, Zhao Xiaorou became a bit scared.

At the critical moment, under the moonlight, Zhou Lang's figure transformed into an afterimage. The four gunmen felt Zhou Lang disappear from before their eyes, and in the split second of their astonishment, four afterimages of Fists struck them almost simultaneously.

Bang!

The four gunmen were knocked flying simultaneously and crashed to the ground, while the guns in their hands all landed in Zhou Lang's possession.

Zhou Lang applied force with his hands, and the four pistols were twisted into a lump of scrap metal and thrown to the ground by him.

The four men were deeply shocked, feeling their whole bodies numb; they couldn't even stand up!

"Brother Lang, you're too awesome!"

Zhao Xiaorou was truly fierce; after being slightly startled, she actually grabbed Zhou Lang and kissed him on the face.

The three monks standing in front of the temple gate all revealed expressions of shock. The two middle-aged monks were about to make a move, but were stopped by the old monk.

"Young Benefactor, this old monk has not killed for many years, but since you are so stubborn, I have no choice but to subdue the demon." The old monk's voice rang out with immense power, like a great bell tolling.

His monk's robe fluttered even without wind. Suddenly, his body leaped up. There was a distance of over twenty meters between him and Zhou Lang, but he only landed on the ground once before leaping in front of Zhou Lang. Under the moonlight, he was like an arrow released from a bow, flying through the air.

The old monk's bowl-sized Fist struck towards Zhou Lang, piercing through the air; the air itself made a sound as if it were being blasted apart. Unexpectedly, this old monk's punch actually had such great power!

Zhou Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became solemn. He could tell that the old monk was a Grandmaster-level expert, not a Cultivator. However, he had only been Cultivating the Dual Cultivation Manual for a few days, and his actual combat experience was still somewhat lacking, so he was slightly worried.

"Brother Lang, the old monk's cultivation is not on the same level as yours; you can rest assured and face the enemy."

At that very instant, Xiao Xi's voice came into Zhou Lang's mind.

Zhou Lang felt at ease, and immediately struck out with a palm.

The old monk came fast, but went back even faster, flying straight back to the entrance of Feiyun Temple. He stumbled, and if not for the two middle-aged monks supporting him, he probably wouldn't have been able to stand steady.

The old monk's face turned pale, and he looked at Zhou Lang in disbelief, saying, "You are a Cultivator?"

"I didn't expect my life to be so valuable, that a Cultivator would actually come to hunt me down!"

Before Zhou Lang could speak, the gate of Feiyun Temple opened once more. A young man pushed out a wheelchair, and a thin, frail old man sat on it.

This old man was at least ninety years old. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, his back was still straight.

"Old Master Qin, why have you come out? Go back in quickly. Today, the three of us Master and disciples will protect your safety even if it costs us our lives," the old monk said, blocking in front of the thin old man sitting in the wheelchair.

"Life and death are determined by fate, Zen Master Fangzhi. This young man's cultivation is far above yours, so don't make any pointless sacrifices," the thin old man said indifferently. "It's a pity that I, Qin Jingyu, didn't die in a hail of bullets back in the day, only to die at the hands of this assassin."

"Isn't Qin Jingyu a founding old general? How could he be here? It's a pity that it's too far away, I can't see the person clearly," Zhao Xiaorou muttered.

Hearing Zhao Xiaorou's muttering, Zhou Lang's heart suddenly stirred, and he looked towards the thin old man.

"General Qin?"

Zhou Lang had watched some documentary films and immediately recognized that this thin old man was none other than the famous founding general of Huaxia, Qin Jingyu.