Chapter 842 of "The Legend of Tang Dynasty: Boundless Romance"

After knocking Yun Qing unconscious, Han Xing left the room while still savoring Yun Qing's plump and smooth body.
He knew that once Yun Qing woke up, she might not be able to accept leaving without saying goodbye. But Han Xing wasn't afraid. He had already left a deep mark on Yun Qing's body, so as long as he wanted to find her, Yun Qing couldn't hide.
Han Xing walked into the courtyard, still savoring the taste of the battle he had just fought, but he quickly remembered that Zhuang Qing Shuang and Xu Ye Yue were probably being besieged by the women.
Actually, Han Xing was quite interested in joining the fierce battle among the women, but compared to the many more battles he would participate in later, he was more eager to conquer a beauty who wasn't yet his. Now that he had dealt with Yun Qing, he might as well sneak a peek at what was going on over there.
You have to understand that a large-scale melee like that is nothing compared to his one-on-one fight with Yun Qing. If he goes there now, he should be able to catch the evening show.
Just then, a familiar sound of wind came from behind.
Han Xing looked back unhurriedly and saw Fan Liangji. Judging from his beaming face, he must have already had his fill with those prostitutes.
"Hey! Old ghost, I thought you'd be out until morning. Why are you back so early?"
Fan Liangji said irritably, "Can you say you'll stop calling me 'old ghost' a few times?"
Then he added, "Originally, I did intend to stay until morning, but when I heard that you had received an award from Zhu Yuanzhang, I felt it was inappropriate and rushed back."
Han Xing nodded and said, "I know, Lao Zhu is forcing me to be on the opposite side of Lan Yu."
Fan Liangji said, "I want to say more than just that. Suppose you were Lan Yu, and you knew that you were granted a title at this time, and that you attended a banquet at Xiangzui Pavilion around the same time, what would you do?"
Han Xing closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "Of course, I need to check whether I left Xiangzuifang to assassinate Lian Kuan, oh!"
His expression changed, and he cried out, "Oh no!"
It disappeared like a whirlwind.
He was certainly aware that Lan Yu might cause trouble for Meiniang. Although he knew that Meiniang was a member of the Heavenly Mandate Sect and that her martial arts skills were not bad, women always give people a feeling of being weak and needing protection, which made Han Xing unable to resist going to see what was going on.
Han Xing used his movement technique to leave Zuo Family Alley. Under the cover of night, following Meiniang's instructions, he sped towards the east of the city.
Remembering that he couldn't show his true face to Lan Yu's people, he casually took out Xue Mingyu's exquisite mask and put it on, instantly transforming himself into the most notorious womanizer in the world. Not content with the transformation, he simply threw off his outer robe before continuing his journey towards Meiniang's residence.
The more he walked, the more refreshed he became. Thinking about meeting Meiniang again, and perhaps even killing three birds with one stone, including taking Yuanyuan and Xiangjun's rosary pills, he was even more excited.
After the time it takes to drink a cup of hot tea, passing over eaves and walls, the huge tiled roof of the Xuanmu Temple appeared about half a mile away.
Following Meiniang's instructions, after arriving at the Xuanmu Temple, turn north for three miles, and you will find her Xiangju and Xiangzuiju.
Just then, a feeling of being watched welled up inside me.
Han Xing looked around; it was quiet and there was no movement. He thought to himself that this feeling clearly indicated someone was following him, but he couldn't hear a sound at all. Who was this guy who was so clever? As he thought this, he jumped down into a side alley, increased his speed to the limit, turned left and right, and ran for about a mile before turning back and leaping onto a rooftop.
I was shocked; the feeling of being followed only intensified.
However, they still could not find the enemy's hiding place.
Han Xing broke out in a cold sweat. He was clearly being followed by an enemy, but even using eighty percent of his lightness skill, he couldn't shake them off, proving that the newcomer's lightness skill was by no means inferior to his own. To get rid of this person, he would have to use his fastest move, the Wind God Leg, but he was afraid of being recognized for his martial arts skills and dared not use it.
Who on earth is so powerful? Could it be Li Chimei? If so, that would be terrible; I don't have time to deal with him right now.
"Bang!"
A streak of red light shot straight up into the sky behind them, bursting into a bright red firework that was particularly startling against the dark night sky.
As the Korean star stood there stunned for a moment, another green firework signal cannon exploded high in the sky to his right.
The Korean star felt something was amiss. Could it be that these two signal rockets were actually aimed at him?
Thinking of this, his scalp tingled. He could be said to have enemies everywhere. Lan Yu, Fang Yeming, Hu Weiyong and others all wished they could kill him. If the enemy's experts caught up with him, it would be extremely dangerous. He suddenly unleashed his demonic power to the fullest, leaping over rooftops and walls, desperately rushing in the opposite direction from where the fireworks were coming from.
After running for about three miles, they turned back and headed towards the Xuanmu Temple.
The feeling of being watched and chased disappeared.
Han Xing breathed a sigh of relief, boasted to himself, then leaped onto the roof tile, soared into the air, flew over the high wall surrounding the Xuanmu Temple, and threw himself at the roof tile of the Xuanmu Temple, which resembled a large, sloping plaza.
As soon as one steps onto the edge of the roof, a Buddhist chant comes from the high roof ridge, and someone recites: "The Buddha taught all the Dharma to liberate all minds; if there were no minds, what use would all the Dharma be?"
The Korean star was immediately startled.
He had sensed someone spying on him earlier, but couldn't hear any voices. Now, someone was clearly blocking his path, yet he felt no sense of dread. This was even more terrifying. Who was this powerful figure who could "deceive" his demonic seed?
But after a moment's thought, he understood. This time, the other party hadn't followed him; instead, they had predicted his approximate destination from his previous actions and were now lying in wait nearby. Even so, the other party must be an extremely cunning individual.
He stood firmly on the roof tile, looking up at his husband with a heavy heart. He saw a tall figure standing on the back of the temple, with the starry sky behind him, exuding an indescribable mystery and elegance.
Han Xinggong focused his eyes and could see the other person's bald head and gray monk's robe, but the other person's true appearance was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen clearly.
Another firework exploded high in the sky behind them.
Han Xing secretly groaned. It wasn't that he didn't want to turn around and leave, but although the other person was more than ten feet away, their aura was subtly enveloping him. If he slipped away, the other person, guided by their aura, would surely strike first and intercept him on the spot. In that case, if a fight broke out, he would be at a disadvantage due to his retreat.
This idea seemed illogical, but the Korean star clearly felt that it would inevitably happen.
If the other party hadn't been a monk, he might have guessed that the person blocking his way was someone like Pang Ban or Li Chimei, otherwise why would they be so powerful?
It seems there isn't such a person among his enemies.
The person's gentle and pleasant voice recited again: "The body is the Dharmakaya, the form is Prajna, the function is liberation. If one practices cessation and contemplation, one will achieve samadhi and wisdom. With samadhi and wisdom, one can enlighten the mind, and one's virtue and form will be perfected."
Han Xing's heart skipped a beat, and he called out, "The Monk of No Thoughts?"
Han Xing could only think of three bald men in the world with such martial arts skills: the first was the Red Sun Dharma King; the second was the Sword Monk Bu She (who has now changed his Dharma name back to Kong); and the third was naturally the Wu Xiang Monk.
Red Sun Dharma King is the first to be ruled out. Aside from the fact that Han Xing had seen him once and recognized his rather imposing physique, his martial arts originate from the "Undying Seal Technique," specifically the "Undying Seal," a method of assassination that relies on immediate retreat if the first strike fails. In Han Xing's words, this guy is suspicious and unlikely to appear so openly before him.
However, the person before him had served as a general under the Ghost King and was once known as the Sword Monk. His aura should be quite fierce, unlike the average Buddhist monk who is usually upright and peaceful. The person before him, on the other hand, had an elegant and restrained aura, and should be a true Buddhist monk of the highest order. The only one who could meet these criteria was the monk Wuxiang.
Han Xing naturally touched his cheek, which was covered by Xue Mingyu's mask, and groaned inwardly, knowing that the other party thought he was Xue Mingyu. This was truly an undeserved disaster.
A sharp, powerful sound, brimming with true energy, came from afar, drawing ever closer.
Han Xing gritted his teeth, gathered his strength, and rushed upwards, throwing a punch. If Monk Wuxiang made the slightest move back, he could break through the opponent's momentum and escape for his life.
Wuxiang stood on the roof ridge, immovable as a mountain, and leisurely chanted the Buddha's name, saying: "This mind is originally true, but delusions begin to cover it up. Inverted ignorance leads to endless cycle of birth and death, like a blind man walking alone in the dark, never seeing the sun. When will Benefactor Xue continue to cling to his delusions?"
With a calm and collected gesture, he pulled out a palm, but before it was even halfway through, it suddenly transformed into dozens of palms.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten moves before separating and returning to their previous stalemate.
The Korean star secretly admired the monk Wuxiang, for he truly lived up to his name. Although neither of them had used their full strength, his skill was already evident.
Little did the monk Wuxiang know that he was also filled with doubt and uncertainty. He knew that Xue Mingyu was not easy to deal with, but he never thought that he would be so clever. Could it be that he was picking flowers everywhere in order to cultivate some kind of extremely advanced technique of sexual cultivation?
Han Xing had no intention of fighting a master like Wuxiang Monk without any prior grudge, so he first used his internal energy to change his voice and protested, "Master, you've made a mistake. I am not Xue Mingyu."
Wuxiang laughed heartily and said, "Excellent, excellent, so it is, so it is."
Han Xing asked in astonishment, "What are you talking about? I really don't understand. What exactly... hey!"
The monk Wuxiang smiled slightly and said, "Benefactor Xue has been poisoned by ignorance, so of course he cannot understand what greed, anger, and ignorance are!"
Han Xing, seeing that the man was convinced he was Xue Mingyu, thought to himself, "You old man, you're truly poisoned by folly." He was greatly distressed, frustrated that the man's powerful aura was holding him back. Although his own lightness skill was superior to the man's, it wasn't by much, and being restrained by such a terrifying aura made escape truly difficult.
The sound of wind arose simultaneously from the left, right, and rear.
Han Xing felt extremely helpless, knowing that his innocent "Xue Mingyu" had been trapped in the Jade-Catching Legion formed by the Eight Factions Alliance.
Twenty or thirty figures appeared on the rooftops near and far, forming a net that made it impossible for him to escape.
The Korean star glanced around and saw men and women, young and old, monks and nuns—everything imaginable. He secretly lamented his own misfortune.
Even if he revealed his true identity now, it would be of no use. People would simply accuse him of impersonating Xue Mingyu to seduce women, a charge he could never clear even if he jumped into the Yangtze River. Moreover, his lechery was notorious, and he had no ability to defend himself more than anyone else. Although these people might let him off the hook for Zhu Yuanzhang's sake, once this got out, his reputation would be absolutely ruined. He might not care about offending those in the legitimate world, but with such a tarnished reputation, how could he possibly pursue women in the future?
Therefore, the best course of action right now is to bite the bullet and see how to get out of this predicament.
Suddenly a woman screamed, "It really is him! Even if he were ashes, I, Yan Yanru, could recognize him!"
Han Xing recognized the voice as belonging to Yan Yanru, the woman he had assaulted once while impersonating Xue Mingyu. He thought to himself, "Even if she takes off her mask now, it's useless." After all, he had truly assaulted Yan Yanru, and given the deep impression he left on her, she would likely recognize him even without the mask. With such irrefutable evidence, even if he were brought to the imperial court, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't protect him.

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