Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1444: Chapter 1108-1109: Bodhi of the Buddhas, Bodhisattva!

”Go!”

”As the village chief ordered, bind him up!”

”Let me do it, I’m the Turtle Shell Master, best at tying people up, known in Black Wind Village as the first learned under the chief’s Strong Man Locking Man skill, with the nickname in the Martial World as the Immortal Binding Rope. Back in the day, the Demon Dragon and Fire Qilin were both tied up by me.”

Before the Fire King Ancestor Gold Palace could lead the charge, a group of Black Wind Village players suddenly appeared from who knows where, pouncing on the thinning-haired Fist Tao God like wolves and tigers. One of them had already prepared clanking chains, seemingly his unique weapon, and immediately started to bind people.

The Fire King Ancestor Gold Palace and others couldn’t help but stop in their tracks. Although they knew these Abnormal People were full of energy, the noisy scramble in front of them left them exchanging glances, intimidated by the many titles and feats mentioned by the opposition.

”Binding someone to fame? Does the chief really have this Strong Man Locking Man absolute skill? Our mountain village is truly full of talent.”

”Let them go ahead. Even if something goes wrong, it will be these Abnormal People who take the blame.”

”You shouldn’t think like that. The chief entrusted the task to us. If something really goes wrong, we won’t escape unscathed. But this person... looks somewhat familiar.”

The Fire King Ancestor Gold Palace and others took steps closer to the Fist Tao God, already bound into a Turtle Shell Binding style. The shape was quite unique, but his muscular physique was overly tightly bound, becoming conspicuously protruded, actually somewhat glaring.

The player responsible for the binding, the Turtle Shell Master, proudly pulled out two large hooks from behind his waist, resembling boat anchors, and chuckled slyly, ”Dealing with such a Martial Arts expert, piercing the scapula is indispensable.

These two Pipa Hooks are a famous weapon Pipa Hook I specifically had forged using a Second-grade Famous Weapon Forging Voucher from a casting master Elder Yu of Divine Iron City. They’re indispensable tools for my adventures in the Martial World... as self-defense weapons!”

”Not bad, not bad, I approve.”

”Very acceptable for handcuffing.”

Under the admiring gaze of several Black Wind Village mountain bandit players, the Turtle Shell Master let out a couple of strange yells and attempted to pierce the Pipa Hooks into the back flesh of the Fist Tao God.

Unexpectedly, with two ”thunk thunk” sounds as if hitting stone, no matter how the Turtle Shell Master tried, the Pipa Hooks couldn’t penetrate.

The Fist Tao God was instead jolted by the intense pain into a dull groan, about to regain consciousness.

The faces of the Fire King and others changed slightly, hurriedly pushing through the crowd to control the Fist Tao God.

Leaving it to these Abnormal People to mess around any further might indeed lead to a mishap.

...

Outside the city, Fa Zhi carried the silent Bu Jingyun in one hand and swiftly moved to a riverside.

He noticed two strange horses tied under a tree with lumps on their heads. Listening closely, he felt that intense oppressive feeling in his spirit persist, and couldn’t help but sigh inside, leaping toward the horses.

The horses, sensing the monk’s approach, stamped their hooves excitedly.

As Fa Zhi approached, the horse moved to him, nuzzling its head affectionately and licking his neck with a rough, brush-like tongue.

”Alright, alright!”

Fa Zhi lovingly patted the horse’s face, shaking his head, ”Wanli, Wanli, this time I’m in a plight and can’t go back, but you can still complete the task for me, take this child back.”

Saying this, Fa Zhi threw the tightly bound Bu Jingyun, whose acupoints had been sealed, onto the saddle, quickly tying him up firmly with ropes, then flicked the reins loose and patted the horse’s rear.

The horse, seeming to understand human speech, reluctantly paced in place with a ”clip-clop” sound.

Fa Zhi glared fiercely and shouted, giving a hard slap, making the horse neigh painfully before galloping swiftly along the riverbank southward.

Only then did Fa Zhi breathe a sigh of relief, turning to look at the distant Divine Iron City, which was now just a dim glimmer in the darkness, and resolutely dashed in the opposite direction.

As he unfolded his movement technique, his sleeves fluttered, moving as swiftly as a meteor, swiftly passing through the forest and sometimes leaping into the high sky, stepping across the canopy as if walking on waves, his movement technique extremely high and agile, retaining a bit of the essence of the Shaolin Dharma’s One Reeds Crossing the River.

Suddenly he paused at the edge of the forest in a wild, rocky area, sitting on a sharp rock, reciting a divine name silently, with a solemn expression.

...

Shortly after, the wind howled, stirring up a dust storm within the Chaotic Stone Ridge.

A dark shadow appeared in the distant sky.

The shadow, enveloped in a fierce wind, flew swiftly, emitting a strong aura, it was none other than Jiang Dali riding the Demon Hawk.

Jiang Dali carefully locked onto the increasingly close enemy’s Qi Mechanism, his expression subtly changed, letting out a cold snort as he stood up from his seat, allowing the Demon Hawk to spiral downward, his gaze abruptly fixed on the monk sitting at the Chaotic Stone Ridge below.

This monk had a solemn countenance, with his eyelids drooping, leaving only a slit through which one could faintly see his divine eyes.

He was currently forming the Six-character Great Bright Mantra handprint with his hands, with the palm base, thumb, and little finger forming three points, the other six fingers naturally spread apart, placed before his chest.

He wore a robe that was red on the outside and yellow on the inside, sitting cross-legged on a pointed rock.

Though his buttocks touched the stone’s tip by only an inch, he sat stably as if he were an ageless pine, exuding a feeling of steadfastness akin to a tree determined not to let go of the mountain, demonstrating an extremely profound level of Qinggong.