Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze Chapter 129 - 89: Becoming a Buddha Instantly3

No, whether or not the sea ban exists, the coastal interests are always significant!

Just as Yang Ge was about to call Gu Tong in again, he suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound.

"Pop."

The sound of fireworks exploding in the sky arose, followed by countless heavy, chaotic footsteps rushing toward the governnt office’s main gate.

"Damn it, you really have the gall!"

Yang Ge gritted his teeth, stood up, grabbed the Gold-Inlaid Ox-tail Saber from the weapon rack behind him, and strode toward the governnt office’s main gate.

"Master!"

Gu Tong arrived at the door with troops, "A large group of masked assassins have broken in, and Liu Da is commanding the brothers to fight the enemies!"

Yang Ge, "Relay my order: the third and fourth squads should imdiately bring all the shackled officials back to the prison, have Master Qin sit in charge at the prison, and the rest of the brothers, follow to et the enemy!"

Gu Tong loudly acknowledged the command, "Yes!"

Yang Ge pushed through the crowd, leapt up, and soared over a pavilion.

At the main entrance of the governnt office, a large group of burly n in disheveled clothing and black scarves covering their faces had already overwheld the main gate and the walls of the governnt office courtyard, swarming inside... at least three or four hundred n!

About a hundred embroidered-robed guards were holding their crossbows, holding off the enemy’s attack.

Yang Ge glanced once and drew his saber, leaping into action.

’Carving a path through frost!’

He roared inwardly, swinging the saber in a wide slash, sending out four or five strands of glimring saber light, each twenty ters long, like a bolt of silk.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The fierce saber qi fell into the densely packed crowd inside and outside the gate, instantly causing blood and flesh to splatter and bodies to tumble.

The overwhelming montum of this disorderly crowd was instantly contained.

Yang Ge landed on the ground, about to call for Liu Yongguang, who was commanding on the scene, when from the corner of his eye, he saw a towering figure striding ten feet at a step toward him.

He instinctively chopped with his saber.

Just then, a dazzling golden fist energy soared skyward, shattering the glimring saber qi he had slashed out.

The sweeping force was like a wild wind, scattering the embroidered-robed guards around Yang Ge.

Yang Ge, also forced back a few steps, saw this and didn’t give the man a chance to breach the formation, forcibly stomped on the floor, leaped forward, and struck down with another forceful "Mount Hua Cleaver" at the burly figure.

"Clang!"

A gigantic, ancient bronze-colored fist blocked the Ox-tail Saber. Before Yang Ge could see his opponent’s face clearly, he felt a gust of wind rushing towards him.

He quickly leaned back tactically, thrust forth with a move nad "Swift Wind Agile Herb," sending a flurry of kicks towards the incoming bronze fist.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The two exchanged blows quickly, with force flying horizontally in the air.

"Bang!"

After another hard collision, both n retreated simultaneously.

Yang Ge turned and landed, finally getting a clear look. The imposing figure before him was a black-clothed monk, eight feet tall, lean and as if cast from iron.

Unlike the other masked assassins, this monk had an austere donkey face, with ssy eyebrows and scattered, lusterless pupils—giving off an unsettling and foolish vibe... much like a madman!

What was more unusual than other monks, who usually had prayer beads around their necks, was that this black monk had an iron chain as thick as a child’s arm around his neck!

"Amitabha!"

While Yang Ge was sizing up the black monk, the monk was also observing him, and finally, nodding contentedly, said, "Indeed, benefactor, you have a great heart of compassion and rit. It is the fortune of three lifetis for this old monk to help you transcend today!"

Yang Ge unconsciously took a step back, then quickly stepped forward, shouting, "Baldy, have you chanted your way to stupidity? Which temple teaches transcendence by doing this?"

Those punches just now were clearly aid to kill him!

The black monk stepped forward, "The mortal world is a hell of suffering where all beings suffer. The benefactor saves people and transcends beings from all calamities. With boundless rits, it is my honor to assist the benefactor in overcoming this suffering and achieving imdiate enlightennt, surpassing the creation of seven pagodas!"