Chapter 11 Robbing the Execution Ground

Daolian and his group left Beiping City, about two miles away, and then arrived at a disorderly burial mound. The trees on the mound were dense, and there were numerous steles standing, with gusts of Yin wind blowing into people's bones, making them shudder.

Daolian couldn't help but bump her upper and lower teeth a few times.

There was a wooden execution platform in the middle, and a yellow faced and hemp skinned executioner had already sat high in a Grand Tutor's chair, with several Mongolian Yuan soldiers standing behind him.

The executioner seemed to have grown impatient as he saw the guards pressing down on Daolian. He shouted sternly, "Why has it been so long? Hurry up and bring the culprit up!"

The guard pressed Daolian onto Xingtai and shouted, "Kneel down!"

"Death is death, why kneel? I only kneel to my master and Buddha, little monk."

The executioner angrily said, "Bold and reckless, how dare you speak hard even when you are on the brink of death? Where is the executioner?"

"On!"

A burly man walked out from behind the executioner, holding a large plain knife and walking behind Daolian.

Daolian immediately felt a chill at the back of her neck, and sweat was oozing from her forehead.

I thought to myself that my neck was meant to provoke anyone. I was beaten the day before yesterday and will be chopped off today. So, I closed my eyes and recited the mantra of rebirth for myself.

The executioner sternly said, "Duan An, the Golden haired Tiger, dares to rebel. This is the end. What are your last words after this incident?"

"There is no Amitabha night in the south, and there is Doraemon night..." Daolian was just reciting the Buddhist scriptures on her own.

The executioner was furious and shouted, "Execution!"

The executioner had just raised his knife when he heard a loud shout in the forest.

"Kill!"

With a swoosh of a feather arrow, it pierced through the executioner's chest. However, the executioner was really tough, and the knife in his hand even slashed fiercely into Daolian's neck!

Daolian seemed to have eyes behind her head and took a slight step to the left. The executioner's knife cut through the air, and her massive body was heavily smashed onto the execution platform!

Countless people in yellow robes, wielding weapons, rushed out of the forest.

Before him, an old man with yellow hair and beard, holding a long handled sword in both hands, rushed towards the execution platform, followed by a young man who squinted his slender wolf like eyes and closely followed the old man.

The guards suddenly panicked.

"It's the Yellow Shirt Army! Seeing a ghost, why did we have another Golden Tiger Duan An?"

The executioner shouted loudly upon seeing the situation, "Protect the offender, don't let him be robbed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a willow leaf dart cut through his throat.

The young wolf eyed man behind the blonde old man flashed his hands and fired eight willow leaf darts again.

As soon as Daolian looked at her eyes and the hands of the darts, she knew that an acquaintance had arrived, and her mind suddenly became clear.

It seems that most likely this person colluded with Linghu Fang to manipulate himself in his current predicament.

However... they still have some human nature and know how to save themselves.

The two Mongolian Yuan experts accompanying saw this and immediately sandwiched Dao Lian in the middle, one on the left and the other on the right, holding onto her arms and dragging her backwards. In front of them, several Mongolian Yuan guards stepped forward to counter the attacking yellow shirts.

People and horses on both sides were fighting in one place, with shouts of killing and the sound of weapons clashing one after another, making the fight lively.

The real golden haired tiger Duan An held a big knife in both hands, chopping left and right, while still cursing fiercely:

"Feng Er, look at what you've done. You've caused trouble to this great hero. If he makes any mistakes, I'll kill you!"

The young wolf eyed man fired hidden weapons and chuckled, "Master, I'm not trying to save your old man. I had to resort to this strategy. Isn't that right? Aren't we here to save him?"

Duan An snorted heavily in his nose as an answer, then swung his big sword and knocked over two Mongolian Yuan soldiers before attacking the tall guard on the right side of Daolian.

The tall guard had to put down Daolian, and with a "scandium" sound on his forearm, two sets of iron claws popped out, holding Duan An's big knife together. The two fought fiercely in one place.

The young wolf eyed man drew a short sword from behind with a backhand and longitudinally guarded the short guard on the left side of Daolian.

The short guard's eyes were wide open, and he shouted loudly. Uesugi was shattered by the bulging muscles, and he slapped open the short sword of the wolf eyed youth with one palm. With two fists and one sword, he engaged in close combat.

Daolian was at a loss when she heard a familiar and pleasant voice behind her head say, "Don't move around!"

Daolian turned around and saw a masked woman holding a dagger, vigorously chopping towards the iron chain between her feet.

With a crisp sound, sparks splattered everywhere, and a large gap had already been cut on the iron chain. The woman then struck another sword, and the iron chain broke in response.

"What a sharp dagger, where have you seen it before..."

The woman shouted, "Put out your hand!"

Upon hearing this, Daolian quickly extended her hands, and the woman used two more swords to break the shackles between her hands.

"Let's go!"

Daolian said, "But they..."

"They protect themselves from danger. Hurry up and run towards the woods."

Without much thought, Daolian followed the woman's instructions and ran towards the forest. Two Mongolian Yuan soldiers attempted to catch up, but were both stabbed by the masked woman.

The masked woman followed Daolian and shouted loudly, "The criminals have all run away. What else are you fighting for? Save your strength and stop early!"

The people on both sides were shocked and thought to themselves that the woman had said a good thing. Seeing that she couldn't be saved, she was afraid that the Yellow Shirt Army might have another ambush. The rescued people had already been rescued, and she was also worried about the arrival of Meng Yuan's reinforcements. Therefore, the people on both sides gradually gathered their strength and fought and retreated.

Although the shackles on Daolian's hands and feet were broken, she still dragged a thousand pounds of heavy iron and ran for a while, unable to move anymore. She fell to the ground, panting heavily.

The masked woman then caught up and said, "The guards shouldn't be able to make it. Who are you, from the Yellow Shirt Army? How do you know that the little monk saved me? He told you, right?"

Daolian was stunned and said with surprise, "It's Royal Highness Princess. You can count on saving the monk."

Then she said bitterly, "Princess Emina, I am the little monk Daolian. I was just changed by someone and became the replacement ghost for the Yellow haired Tiger Duan An. Listen, the little monk's voice hasn't changed either."

Princess Emina frowned and said, "Yi Rong? Perhaps it's another ghost caused by the Linghu family. You should leave quickly. My 'Broken Jade Dagger' has already cracked your iron chain, and it hurts me so much. You can find a blacksmith's shop to deal with the rest yourself."

After a pause, Emina said again, "We don't owe each other anymore. Those yellow shirts should have come. Don't reveal my identity, I'm leaving."

After speaking, he unfolded his graceful figure and headed towards the city.

"Hello, princess, thank you for your help. I hope you can repay me tomorrow!"

As Princess Emina ran towards the city, she covered her mouth and chuckled to herself, saying, "This silly little monk... I hope as he said, there will still be time to meet again in the future..."

"Engong!"

A shout came from not far away.

Daolian turned around and saw that Duan An, the golden haired tiger, was leading the young man with wolf eyes, followed by more than ten yellow clothed soldiers who came forward.

Daolian looked at the young wolf eyed man and angrily said, "You have caused me so much trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Duan An turned his head and shouted, "Ling Feng, haven't you apologized to Engong yet?"

The wolf eyed boy named Ling Feng casually clenched his fists and said, "I didn't think carefully about saving my master. I had no choice but to implicate the master. I hope the master won't blame me."

Daolian pursed her lips and said, "It's okay, at least you've come to save me too. Oh, where are my clothes and Buddhist beads?"

Duan An took out a package from his arms, handed it over with both hands, and smiled, saying, "It's all here. Engong, let's see if there's anything else we've missed."

Daolian took it over, sniffed it, frowned hard, turned it over and looked, then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, Master's Buddha bead is still there."

Duan An chuckled and said, "Your Highness, what are your plans for the future... Well, let's first wash off your makeup. I feel uncomfortable watching it..."

Daolian rolled her eyes and said, "Let's first flatten the shackles on these hands and feet. I need to take this makeup with me to settle accounts with Linghu Fang."

Upon hearing this, Ling Feng hurriedly said, "Whatever comes to me, don't go find him!"

Duan An shouted, "You're reckless! Feng'er, you should bear the blame for what you've done!"

Continuing with a smile, he said to Daolian, "Engong, I should have accompanied you to Linghu Mansion to explain the reason, but... I don't fit well with that old man from Linghu's family, so I won't go. Let Fenger accompany you to be a witness."

Ling Feng said urgently, "Master, I..."

Duan An shouted, "Stop talking, you haven't caused enough trouble yet. Just do as I say!"

Ling Feng stopped speaking and glared fiercely at Daolian.

"That's the best. Then Brother Laoling will accompany me to the blacksmith's shop for a walk. Also, please trouble Mr. Duan to escort us to the entrance of Linghu Mansion. I'm afraid you, my disciple, will slip away halfway." Duan An smiled and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Ling Feng pretended to be worried and said, "How could you possibly enter the city of Beiping again based on your appearance with your master?"

Duan Andao said, "You don't have to worry about this. Our Yellow Shirt Army has a tunnel that can lead to the branch in Beiping City. Just walk in there and you'll be there. However, Engong, you and I still need to disguise ourselves. By the way, who is the masked woman who just helped? Does Engong recognize her?"

"I don't recognize it, I thought it was from your yellow shirt army."

Duan An frowned and said, "That's strange. Forget it. I know a blacksmith shop owned by a friend of Tianqi, not far from Beiping City. Come with me."

After several days of enlightenment, the blacksmith put in a lot of effort to finally break the shackles on Daolian's hands and feet. The blacksmith boss sweated profusely and said:

"Great Xia, you must remember well. Don't say we opened it for you, otherwise the Mongolian Yuan government will investigate and our heads will be in danger!"

Daolian quickly nodded and said, "I know, Brother Ling, the cost of unlocking..."

Ling Feng snorted and took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket, handing it to the blacksmith boss.

The blacksmith boss thanked him repeatedly and called on the staff to quickly hide the lock.

Daolian and Duan An both wrapped their heads and faces in white cloth, and the group passed through the tunnel dug by the military in the yellow shirt before returning to the city of Beiping.

This section of the story is also true to his word. He escorted Daolian and Ling Feng not far from Linghu Mansion and watched as they went knocking on the door.

"Who?" The butler still opened the door.

The butler was slightly surprised when he saw Daolian and Ling Feng, and he was about to close the door.

Daolian clapped her hands together with two "slaps", opened the courtyard door, and strode in. Ling Feng turned around to look at her master, but also had to walk in with his head down.

Suddenly, a slightly aged but full of vitality voice shouted, "Where are the distinguished guests coming to your mansion? Linghu has lost his distance to welcome them!"