Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 697, mocking

Bayan said to He Yuan: "The old man in the blue robe is Keshen, the patriarch of the Helun tribe."

He Yuan observed the patriarch carefully.

Keshen, a pudgy boy, was hatless and his hair was disheveled.On a pie-like face, the eyebrows and beards were all gray, especially a pair of thick eyebrows with high eyebrows, which looked very mighty.The originally gorgeous robe was a bit messed up by the ropes.Coupled with being guarded by the golden soldiers at this time, it shows the desperation of the defeated people.

When the old man walked about ten feet away from the large tent of the Chinese army, the etiquette officer scolded, and everyone who asked to surrender stopped in their tracks.

Following the order of the etiquette officer, the people whose arms were tied upside down knelt down one after another.

The etiquette officer asked loudly, and Keshen, the leader, answered loudly.

He Yuan couldn't understand, and looked at Bayan next to him.

Bayan said: "This is the process of the surrender ceremony of the Kingdom of Jin."

It turned out to be a cliché.

He Yuan's gaze seems to be looking elsewhere.The people standing in the same row as the old man are old and weak, probably his family members.The next few rows of people are mostly young and strong, and the people behind them can't see clearly.

He Yuan couldn't count how many people were inside.He said to Bayan: "There are a lot of surrendered teams. Will there be some members of the Golden Witch Cult among them?"

Bayan said: "The poor monk asked about it. The family members of Keshen, the head of the Helun tribe, were all inside. Not many of them escaped. The remaining tribes and irrelevant people stayed outside the camp. Guarded by soldiers, these people have been searched when they approached the camp, they didn't bring any weapons, and they were firmly tied up with ropes."

He Yuan shook his head, "It's not safe. For a master of martial arts, it doesn't make much difference whether he has a weapon in his hand or not. The big deal is to take it from the opponent."

Bayan replied: "Sect Master Jiayang is also worried. He has sent several fellow sects to look at each of them outside the gate of the camp. There are indeed some people in the surrendering team who are skilled in martial arts, but most of them are injured. I also recognize Based on their identities, it seems that there are no members of the Golden Witch Sect."

He Yuan said: "This is strange. Could it be that they all ran away when they saw that the situation was not good?" After finishing speaking, he himself shook his head, how could it be possible?

Bayan said: "Wait for a while, Wanhu has finished asking. Some uncles in the teaching will come forward to ask, let's watch first."

While the two of them were talking, the question-and-answer session between the etiquette officer and Keshen had ended, and the number of people talking to Keshen had turned into tens of thousands.He asked a question loudly, and Keshen answered.After a few rounds, a few soldiers of the Jin Kingdom came to the big tent of the Chinese army holding a few things on trays.

He Yuan saw that there were short knives, whips, bows and arrows in the tray.

Bayan explained: "These are all tokens passed down by the patriarch. When the Helun tribe surrenders, they will be dedicated to the commander of the Kingdom of Jin."

He Yuan didn't speak, just now, he felt a vague feeling of discomfort.He was already very vigilant, and immediately looked around, but found nothing unusual.The vague malice just now seemed to have disappeared again.

He was calm on the surface, silently chanting the Maha Prajna Heart Sutra, and urged the dharma body in the Guanyin picture to appear, and immediately felt a wave of malice.

He squinted his eyes and followed the malice to explore the past, which originated from the surrendered Helun troops.Hey, there is indeed a problem with the opponent's surrender team.

He Yuan urged the dharma body, but couldn't tell what method the other party was using.After pondering for a while, he laughed secretly that he was confused. He didn't know the other party's methods, so he could ask the monks of the Esoteric Buddhism.

He slowly adjusted his internal breath, and asked Bayan in a low voice: "I don't feel right, you'd better ask the Sovereign Jiayang to check the personnel and things of the Helun Department again."

Bayan turned his head, seeing He Yuan's solemn expression, he didn't dare to neglect him immediately, and immediately went to report to Jia Yang.

He Yuan moved his hands and feet slowly, and quietly withdrew from the crowd, walked behind Zen Master Xinren and Zen Master Zhiqing, and said in the smallest voice: "You two masters, the situation is not right, you must be prepared." Pause, and at the same time look back at He Yuan.

He Yuan didn't say much, and quietly backed away, found a relatively secluded place, and made preparations for the contingency.

The two old monks left the crowd very naturally.

Keshen, the patriarch of the Helun tribe, was already bending over and kowtowing, talking while kowtowing.Just as he kowtowed his head, several violent coughs suddenly came from the surrendered team behind him.

The surroundings were silent, except for Keshen's kowtow while talking.These few coughs came very abruptly, just when everyone felt strange, something more embarrassing happened.The coughing person coughed a few times, as if he couldn't stop the pain in his throat. He only heard two coughs, and a mouthful of thick phlegm should have sprung up. The sound of filth gurgling in his throat was actually clearly audible, followed by bah ---
The voice of the thick phlegm was highlighted so that the people around could hear it clearly, and seeing the kowtow of the patriarch Keshen, it seemed that someone deliberately laughed at the surrender of the patriarch.

On this serious occasion, such a situation occurred, both those who surrendered and those who accepted the surrender felt ashamed. Several golden soldiers who were in charge of watching the surrender quickly found the culprit.

The man had already bent over because of the continuous coughing and spitting movements.Amidst the voices of soldiers yelling at him, the man coughed a few more times, and then began to vomit.

The golden soldiers wanted to arrest this person regardless of his faults, but they just brought him up.The man, whose face was flushed from coughing and vomiting, shook his arms violently, and instantly broke the hemp rope binding his arms.

Several Jin soldiers turned pale with fright, and the soldiers who had been on guard drew out their scimitars and slashed fiercely at the troublemaker.

The vomiting man broke the rope, and instead of rushing to protect himself, he threw himself at his vomited filth.

The two golden soldiers each slashed a knife, only slashing on the man's back, blood burst out immediately.

However, the cut man didn't cry out in pain, and didn't fight back. He continued to bend over, grabbing a pile of things from the vomit with both hands.

This action was so disgusting that the two golden soldiers froze for a moment after slashing.

The vomiting man who had been stabbed stood up straight with blood dripping from his face.He raised his hands high and roared, the sound awakened Jin Bing who was in a daze.

The two golden soldiers swung their scimitars again.This time, the strong man still didn't resist. He raised his hands and threw the lump of things in his hands to the crowd on the left and right.

It didn't take long for the change to take place from someone coughing and vomiting, to Jin Bing cutting out his scimitar.At first, people were just surprised that someone made trouble.When the vomiting man threw out two balls of filth, the mood of the people around became disgusting.

After the two clumps of filth crashed into the crowd and reacted, exclamations erupted from the surrounding crowd.
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