Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 756: I will kill anyone who disturbs my mind

After Wang Meng finished speaking, he continued to accept the guerrillas' admiring looks.

Feeling that the temperature was about right, Wang Meng cleared his throat.

"Dear soldiers, my purpose today is to come and see you all. If there is anything you need me to solve, just let me know! If it can be solved, I will solve it immediately. If it cannot be solved, I will find a way to solve it!"

"Wulian Tianzun, can you give me a semi-automatic rifle or a machine gun? This little devil's Type 38 rifle is really not satisfying enough!"

Wang Meng followed the sound and saw a thin man wearing camouflage clothes and a bun on his head.

Wang Meng looked at Master Shihang, as if asking what was going on.

"Master... Taoist?"

The Taoist priest threw his hands back. Even the secular camouflage uniform could not hide his immortal aura. Then his eyes focused and shot straight at me like lightning:

"Huh? What's the problem?"

Wang Meng shrank his neck, fearing that the Taoist priest would throw out a thunder talisman, which would bring down thunder and fire from the sky and earth to destroy him.

"Don't dare!"

Master Shihang chuckled, and his mustache twitched above his lips like a caterpillar.

"Haha, Taoist Xuanji, please stop joking with the Chief of Staff. We are all on the same side, don't act so mysterious!"

Only then did Wang Meng realize that this man was actually a Taoist priest, and his name was Xuan Ji.

"Hmph, old monk, I am not like you monks who pretend. I take revenge when I have revenge, and I complain when I have complaints. That's my style! So, I don't need to pretend to be true to myself!"

Master Shihang seemed to be very familiar with Taoist Xuanji, but he did not bother to argue with him.

"Buddhism forbids fighting, so just go ahead and I won't argue with you."

Master Shihang pulled Wang Meng aside and whispered:

"Chief of Staff, this Taoist Priest Xuanji originally had a Taoist temple in Daheng Mountain. He went out to do feng shui readings for people and left his apprentice to open the door. When he came back, he found that the Taoist temple had been burned down and his apprentice had been killed by the Japanese.

Taoist Xuanji was in so much pain that he took his sword and sneaked into a Japanese artillery tower under the pretext of checking their feng shui.

Taoist Xuanji, who was good at medicine, pretended to read the Japanese soldiers' feng shui. After pointing out a few problems of the Japanese soldiers, he prescribed some poison for them.

As a result, the Japanese and puppet soldiers in a turret scrambled for the elixir, and were all poisoned to death. Taoist Xuanji decided to go all out and set fire to the Japanese turret, and then joined our Dahengshan guerrillas. "

Wang Meng was horrified after hearing this. Fortunately, Taoist Xuanji was his own man. With such great powers, if he had set up a feng shui plan and given him some mysterious little pills, he would not even know how he died!

"Ahem, old bald donkey, these little devils are disturbing my spiritual heart, I must kill them, otherwise if they keep thinking about this every day, how can I practice cultivation?"

Master Shihang hates it most when people call him a bald donkey, especially an old bald donkey.

"Xuan Ji, why are you swearing so much? Can you still practice like this?"

"Haha, you don't understand this! When you curse out loud, your mind becomes clear. But if you keep the curse words in your heart, your mind becomes dirty!"

Wang Meng was completely convinced. Master Xuanji pointed out the truth of the world with just a few words. He was indeed a sober person in the world.

"Okay, Taoist Xuanji is quick to speak, and Master Shihang is compassionate. Today, I will express my position on behalf of the Independent Column. As long as your Dahengshan guerrillas are fully trained, I will immediately have someone send you 50 machine guns to ensure that each of your combat squads has at least one machine gun!"

Taoist Xuanji laughed heartily and looked at Wang Meng with a look of loss on his face.

"Chief of Staff, I see that you don't look like an ordinary person. Could it be that you are from another region?"

Wang Meng touched his face. Could it be that Taoist Xuanji could also tell fortunes?

"Master Xuanji, can you tell?"

"How about this, you write a word and I'll tell you your fortune. Of course, it's up to you!"

Wang Meng had never done this before, so he found a piece of paper and wrote: Victory!

Taoist Xuanji took the paper and tapped his thumb on his four fingertips again and again. Finally, he seemed to be confused. He grabbed Wang Meng's hand and looked at it carefully.

"Master, what's the matter? Am I lucky?"

After a long while, Taoist Xuanji still said nothing, just closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Wang Meng was a little scared by this scene. Although he was an atheist, he still had awe for traditional culture.

After a minute, Taoist Xuanji's eyes suddenly opened and he burst into loud laughter again.

"Hahaha, very interesting! The Chief of Staff is truly a god. I can't see your past, nor can I see your future. It's as if you appeared out of thin air in this world."

Wang Meng touched his nose, wondering whether this Taoist Xuan Ji had really calculated it or was just talking about it, but it actually sounded so true.

"Haha, Taoist Xuanji is really smart. Don't worry, even if you don't say I'm a god, I will still give you fifty machine guns!"

Wang Meng quickly changed the subject, then went into the house and walked to the table.

"Master Shihang, have you had breakfast? Is there anything hot? I've been busy all night and my stomach is rumbling."

"Yes! Right now!"

Master Shihang excitedly ran to the kitchen on the side and brought over a large bowl of vegetarian noodles. The guerrilla fighter behind him brought over a bottle of chili sauce, salt, and a large stack of bowls.

"Chief of Staff, the conditions are tough, so we'll just have to make do!"

Wang Meng unceremoniously picked up an earthen bowl, picked up two large pieces of noodles, then scooped two spoonfuls of chili sauce, mixed them together, and began to eat in big mouthfuls.

Taoist Priest Xuanji also rolled up his sleeves, filled a large bowl, and was about to eat it when his nose suddenly twitched and he sniffed.

"Monk, do you have fermented bean curd? Why don't you take out this good stuff? Come on, come on!"

Master Shihang looked confused and spread his hands.

"No, monks don't tell lies. If I had fermented bean curd, I would have taken it out long ago!"

Taoist Xuanji looked at Master Shihang, who had a serious expression, and chuckled.

"Pretend to be with me, right?"

After saying that, he touched Master Shihang all over, but to no avail. Then he searched up and down the table, and finally followed the smell and smelled Wang Meng.

"Hey, Chief of Staff, is the stinky fermented tofu on you? Don't say no, I can smell it, it's so stinky!"

As soon as Taoist Xuanji said this, Meng Fanle and his group were all embarrassed. How could Wang Meng save face?

At this time, Wang Meng's face turned red and he choked.

"Ahem, so Taoist Xuanji is here to report the situation. Don't worry, in addition to machine guns, I'll also give you a batch of canned food and a few boxes of fermented bean curd!"

Taoist Xuanji then gave up and squatted aside with the bowl in his hand, muttering to himself.

"That's weird, why do I smell it?"