Chapter 2 Chapter 1 Wave Dragon Art King
Thousands of years ago in the Han Dynasty, Zhang Daoling, the Taoist master, conferred 365 famous mountains in the world, one of which is Qingyuan Mountain, which is located in the southeast of today's Luling County.
Qingyuan Mountain has unique scenic spots. There are secluded streams and flying springs everywhere, strange peaks and perilous gorges, and the aura is compelling. Since the Tang Dynasty, it has been an important Buddhist town. Among them, the most magnificent "Jingju Temple" is the first famous temple in Jiangxi.
At this moment, there are two figures rushing up the road at the northern foot of Qingyuan Mountain.
The two wore layers of strange robes of five-colored cloth, and their long swords swayed as they ran. The sheath tails knocked on the stone steps of the mountain road from time to time, and the sound echoed in the mountains and forests.
What they took was not the road to the "Jingju Temple", but to another Buddhist temple on the mountain.The scale of this temple is much smaller than that of "Jingju Temple", and the terrain is very dangerous. It is hidden in the depths of the mountain gorge, and only a narrow road in the west can reach it.Both sides of the mountain road and the surrounding valleys are full of towering old trees. It is still dark at noon, and surrounded by mountain fog, there is an ethereal and mysterious atmosphere.
These two bosses under the throne of Bolongshu just escaped the pursuit of Jing Li and others in Luling County, and lost most of their previous extremely vicious aura, running like a stray dog.
"Wait...wait a minute!" The young white-faced man Han Sidao stopped and sat down on the stone steps.
They had abandoned their horses to escape pursuit, and had traveled several miles.Han Sidao was panting, his face was paler than before, as if sick.
Erhan with a yellow beard stopped, and looked down at his companion coldly with those dead fish-like eyes.Erhan's breathing was only a little short, and his physical strength was obviously better than that of Han Sidao, who was more than ten years younger than him.
Han Sidao rummaged among the many pockets of the five-color robe, and took out a small paper bag. When he opened it, there was a small pile of white powdered medicine. Xiansan".
Han Sidao stretched out the particularly long tail nail of his left hand, picked a little bit of white powder and stuck it to the bottom of his nose, sucked in the "Fangxian Powder" deeply, then closed his eyes, shook his body violently, and only a little blood color returned to his face .
Taking advantage of this moment, Erhan tidied up the pair of ancient swords stuck in his waist - they were taken by him two years ago when he led the Shuwang tribe to brutally besiege and kill a swordsman from the Xianglong School of Changsha Prefecture.
"I advised you earlier, don't eat so much. If you continue like this, your body will be ruined." Erhan shook his head and sighed.
Han Sidao squinted a pair of sinister thin eyes, enjoying the "Fangxian Powder" very much, but just smiled disdainfully: "The King of Shu didn't care about me, why do you?" He snorted coldly, wiped the runny nose, and said : "Haven't you chopped off the enemy's horse with a knife?"
Erhan's lifeless eyes showed killing intent in an instant, and he held the hilt of the sword at his waist with both hands.
Han Sidao jumped up in fear, and said with a little guilt: "If you still have strength, why don't you think about how to plead guilty to the King of Shu first!"
Han Sidao's palms holding the sword hilt were sweating - he knew that Erhan was far stronger than himself.
As soon as he heard the other party's words, Erhan's profound face with the blood of the Western Regions was shocked when he thought of losing as many as fifty Shuwang disciples in the county, and his murderousness was suppressed by fear.His eyes returned to a lifeless look, and he let go of the hilt of his sword with both hands.
"Don't think that I'm the 'guarding the flag', you can blame everything on me as a deputy." Erhan said as he stepped forward and continued to climb the stone steps on the mountain road. "Don't forget, the 'cloud phosphorus kill' was spread by you yourself."
The two went deep into the mountain gorge, and the air in the forest seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.On the tree trunks beside the road, there are small objects hanging from nails everywhere, some are bamboo tablets engraved with runes, some are cloth strips with spells written on them, and there are also rough wood carvings in the shape of humans or birds and beasts, all of which seem to be used for casting spells. The surrounding atmosphere was even more eerie.
Finally arrived at a mountain gate. The four big characters "Qinglian Temple" originally engraved on the top of the gate have been dug out long ago, and the woodcut couplets on the two gateposts were also cut off by knives and axes. The runes, the crimson banners that have faded from the rain.
After passing the mountain gate, "Qinglian Temple" is already in sight.The two-storey temple is half hidden in the depths of the mountain gorge. At first glance, it looks a bit like a cottage fortress. There are cliffs on three sides behind the temple, and there is a stream in front of it. There is only one wooden bridge to cross.
The Buddhist temple, which is supposed to give people a sense of tranquility and solemnity, has a gloomy atmosphere for some reason.
After passing the "karma bridge", there is an open space in front of the temple gate, which is very deserted at the moment.
There is an object beside the open space. At first glance, I mistakenly believe it is a stone statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. After a closer look, I find that it is the corpse of a monk. It is in the posture of meditating and passing away. From the bones, worms crawled in and out of the hollow eye sockets.
——It was Monk Jue En, the original abbot of "Qinglian Temple".
The plaque on the top of the main gate of "Qinglian Temple" has been lost somewhere.I saw that regardless of the temple gates, pillars and walls, all were densely painted with mantras and paper symbols, and all of them were painted with bright red paint like blood.The strokes of the incantation were rushed and scrawled, and the paint was scattered, as if the person who wrote it was in some kind of ecstasy or abnormal state.
The sea of blood-red mantras seems to have submerged and swallowed the entire Buddhist temple.
Erhan and Han Sidao stopped in front of the temple gate and glanced at each other.Han Sidao stretched out his hand to freeze in the air, hesitating whether to push the door.Erhan clutched his yellow beard uneasily, with a heavy expression on his face.
Unquenchable fear.
They were afraid, of course not because of all these eerie scenes.
But after losing so many people, he had to go in and face the man in the temple.
—someone you never knew how much more breath you could breathe every time you saw him.
It is difficult to distinguish between day and night in the depths of the cave, but there are more than a dozen torches planted on the stone walls on both sides, illuminating the cave like constant daylight. The flames combined with the heavy and still air made the cave extremely stuffy.A man is naked and hard at work. If it weren't for the gray hair and beard, he would definitely give people the illusion that he is a young man. His exposed chest and back muscles are as strong as steel bars, with deep and distinct textures.The left and right sides of the old man's body are quite asymmetrical in thickness, and some parts of the body are unusually developed.This muscular shape is obviously produced by doing some kind of monotonous operation labor for a long time. On the ground in front of the old man, more than 30 stones were neatly arranged in a row, each with different colors and textures, none of which belonged to this cave. ——If an expert touches these stones, he will be able to distinguish the quality of each stone, whether it is thick, thin, soft or hard. The old man was holding one of the stones in his hand, dipped it in the water in the wooden barrel, pressed it to the blade of a single knife, and sharpened it at a very precise angle. After sharpening for a while, the old man would pull out the knife, point the blade tip at the firelight on the stone wall, close one eye and examine carefully, and then continue to sharpen the knife after a while. The old man was extremely focused, maintaining a half-kneeling posture all the time, completely forgetting about the soreness of his legs.I saw that his legs and ankles were bound by iron shackles, and the chains were connected to the cave wall. He was always sharpening his knife intently, as if completely ignoring the reality of being locked up like a domestic animal. In his eyes and heart, only the lines of the blade remained. When the old man switched to the fifth whetstone, a black shadow appeared on the cave wall. Shadow remained motionless, as if he had been watching the old man sharpen his knife.It was only when the old man changed another stone that he realized the existence of the shadow.he stops. "Is this a good knife?" said Shadow.The sound was muffled by the reverberation of the cave walls. "Not bad." The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the stone, and raised the single knife to inspect it from all angles: "The material and casting are both top-notch. The balance is also good. There are only a few flaws." He pointed to the middle of the blade: "Among them, this is a weak point. If it encounters heavy weapons or iron armor, it may be broken. But it's not serious." The old man lowered his knife, sighed and said, "But it's much worse than your sword." The shadow shrugged. "Where is the difference?" When the old man thought of the sword, he tightened his face and closed his eyes in silence. When he was caught here more than half a year ago, the old man was determined that he would not sharpen his sword for these people even if he died-it was because of himself that this group of guys who were more terrifying than thieves was attracted to Luling. ——I killed the people in this place... But when the owner of the shadow handed the sword in front of him, the old man couldn't bear it anymore.That cold steel is the meaning of his life.To look at a good sword and not to pick up a millstone is tantamount to asking him to refuse to be himself.That was worse than death. It took him three full months to sharpen that sword. The old man has not answered the question yet.The tall, bald figure was waiting. "It's 'Qi'." "Sword Qi?" Shadow smiled: "I don't believe there is such a thing." "It's just my name. You can call it whatever you want." The old man said: "In short, it is something that is not easy to see." "Where did it come from?" "In the beginning, it was from the heart of the forging master. When he was smelting, he thought about what kind of sword he wanted to produce, and that idea would inevitably be concentrated in the steel." The old man stretched out his fingers and stroked the edge of the knife.Although it has not been completely sharpened, the blade is already extremely sharp, but his finger slid it lightly, without any damage, because it has an extremely delicate and sensitive touch. "Then is the person who uses the sword, the thoughts accumulated over time will also bless the weapon and change its appearance." The old man was silent for a while, and added: "Of course, the more people killed, the stronger the idea. " Shadow nodded slightly in agreement. The old man saw the shadow master's sword for the first time that day, and he knew that many people died by the sword.There was an evil spirit faintly exuding from the whole sword. But the shape of the sword itself showed a very simple and sincere pursuit, pure as ice and snow. The old man knew where this pure sense of sharpness came from - he could tell from the shape at a glance that it was a Wudang sword. It is the combination of these two extremes that deeply attracts the elderly, who cannot restrain the urge to polish it. ——Through the sword, he felt the fear of his master even more deeply. After hearing the old man's explanation, Shadow was very satisfied. "Is there anything you lack? Just ask. Food and drink, or a woman is fine. Or do you want me to find a living person to test the knife for you?" The old man shook his head and refused.He already felt deeply guilty for sharpening his sword for such a person.Working like an ascetic in the cave like this is also a bit of self-punishment. ——He knows that he has become this man's favorite toy, and he will never be free until he dies. The shadow turned around and slowly retreated towards the entrance of the cave. At this moment, the old man spoke again: "There is one thing I have not said all along." "What is it?" "That sword." The old man knew that he might be killed, but he couldn't hold back: "I can feel it. You are not its real owner, are you?" Shadow's back trembled. "Yes." After a long silence, the shadow nodded and admitted: "I kept it for the most respected person." "No wonder." The old man said boldly, "Even you are not strong enough to control that sword." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, ready to drop his head at any time. The shadow didn't seem to get angry, it just stood silently for a while before disappearing from the cave wall. Feeling a little thrill of victory, the old man picked up the stone and then buried himself in sharpening the knife again.
A statue of Buddha with its head cut off.Under the shade of candlelight, it was even more miserable. The altar tables, cups and plates in the Buddhist hall are messed up, all of which are endless meat, and there are more than a dozen kinds of wine.There are still many pills scattered between the tables. A slender palm full of black and blue tattoos picked up a chicken leg and put it between the ruddy lips to bite. She was a woman of about thirty years of age, with a rather tall figure.She was wearing the same five-color miscellaneous cloth gown as Erhan and others, the difference was that it was tightly tied in all parts, showing the curve of the breasts and slender waist, and the left side was opened from the shoulder, revealing the whole arm , from the shoulder to the back of the hand are covered with spell tattoos. The woman's pointed and thin face is full of allure, and her long eyes are beautiful, but there is a kind of cruelty of carnivore.His complexion was white with a hint of unhealthy feeling. She carried a large knife across her back waist, the shape of the blade could not be seen, but the leather scabbard was very wide; there was a lock of red tassels hanging from the handle, which turned out to be made of human hair and stained with blood. After the woman finished eating the chicken legs, she threw away the bones casually, and smiled with her big front teeth like rabbits, staring at Erhan and Han Sidao standing in the Buddhist hall. "Fifty people, all lost?" She sneered: "There are still fifty horses! How much do you think they are worth? Hmph, you are finished this time." Erhan was expressionless as usual, but his turban was already drenched with sweat on his forehead.Han Sidao stared at the gloating woman bitterly, and said through gritted teeth, "Mother, you are not here to talk..." But his voice was obviously lower than usual. Although Han Sidao was cruel and vicious, this woman was not afraid of him at all, she half-covered her cherry lips and laughed, and the gold hairpin with pearls on her head trembled wildly. —Of course she is not afraid.The first time Huo Yaohua, the female drama bandit between Jing and Hunan became famous, was still wetting the bed. In the dark corner of the Buddhist hall, another figure stood motionless. He was a tall and strong middle-aged man with several scars on his face, especially the one from the right forehead to the corner of the eye that was the most shocking. This trauma almost destroyed his right eye.The eyelids covered with scars were drooping, giving the illusion that he hadn't woken up, but the pupils underneath were shining brightly. The man was not wearing five-color clothes, but a black robe.A pair of short, curved and pointed blades shaped like animal teeth hang from the belt. There is an iron ring on the handle, and a long chain is attached to it, wrapping around the waist. The man in black has been leaning in the corner silently, as if blending into the shadow. Huo Yaohua found a pile of pills between the cups and plates on the table, picked up two pills, threw them into her mouth like a child eating candy, and took another sip of wine to swallow.Her cheeks flushed instantly, and there was a wild excitement between her eyebrows. She lifted the hem of the five-color robe, put one of her white and provocative thighs on the chair, and continued to look at Erhan and Han Sidao maliciously, as if Waiting to see a good show. When Erhan and Erhan were anxious and confused, that person had already appeared in the Buddhist hall. Usually a person of such a tall stature will always lack a little flexibility in his movements, and it is easy to be noticed no matter where he goes; but when everyone saw the huge and bald head, he was already in the center of the Buddhist hall, standing there Under the head of the Buddha statue.If it weren't for the swaying curtain in the back hall, people would have thought he was using some kind of demon to appear out of thin air. Bo Longshu King was more than a head taller than anyone in the room.But the oppressive feeling he exudes does not come entirely from his height. He looked down at Erhan and Han Sidao with his big round eyes, and his eyes didn't look like looking at his equals at all. Erhan couldn't look directly at King Shu, his sweaty face drooped.Han Sidao kept looking at the wide sleeves of King Shu's five-color robe, afraid that the abnormally grown palm would appear at any time. ——If you have to die today, at least let me see how you kill me... "You..." King Bolongshu has a weird appearance, but his voice is surprisingly gentle and pleasant: "...all the 'banner teams' you brought with you are lost?" Erhan opened his mouth and tried to answer, but it seemed that a blade was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.After trying for a while, he gave up and just nodded vigorously. King Bolongshu walked up to Huo Yaohua, stretched out his big palm to stroke her hair, just like the owner caressing a cat.The moment Huo Yaohua was touched by Shu Wang's hand, she felt nervous and frightened, and then her neck relaxed. ——Although she has been touched countless times by the king of surgery, she still can't completely eliminate that fear. King Shu's big eyes still haven't left Erhan and Erhan. "Did you sacrifice my fifty or so disciples for your own survival?" At this moment, Han Sidao had a thought: should he draw his sword before King Shu's killing intent appears? This slight thought quickly disappeared.The actual distance between his right hand and the sword hilt at his waist is only a few feet, but for him at this moment, it is far from being touchable. But Han Sidao's fingers still moved a little bit.This subtle movement was immediately noticed by the man in black standing in the corner.The man frowned. --Fool. With a "slap", Erhan next to him slapped Han Sidao hard on the face.Han Sidao's right face immediately became red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth was cracked.But he dared not even hum. King Bolongshu didn't care at all, his long fingers were still sliding between Huo Yaohua's black hair. "Hua, tell me, how much of my disciples are fifty people?" When he asked, he squeezed the gold earring on the right side of Huo Yaohua with his fingers. Huo Yaohua couldn't tell from King Shu's calm tone whether he was angry or not.The unknown is the greatest horror. "Almost...forty percent." Huo Yaohua replied cautiously, thought for a while, and added: "The other fifty horses account for more than half of our total." Adding this sentence later made Erhan and Han Sidao hate the witch even more, but they never dared to show it on their faces. King Bolongshu let go of Huo Yaohua, put his palms into the sleeves of his robe, looked at the headless Buddha statue and murmured: "Over the years, we have managed to recruit disciples..." Then fell silent. Naturally, the other four people in the Buddhist hall did not speak.Erhan and Erhan only felt that every moment now was more sad than a year. It took a long time before the king of surgery spoke again. "Do you know what you should do now?" Erhan prayed in his heart: If he is lucky, he only needs to cripple one eye or one palm. "Go down the mountain immediately, and take a few more people." The decision of King Bolongshu was beyond their expectations: "In three days, go kill one hundred and fifty people, and paste 'transformation charms' on the heads. We have five Ten disciples have already gone to the real world, and we have to find three 'you slaves' to serve over there. No, there are still a few left. You might as well kill a hundred and seventy of them." When King Bolongshu gave such an order, it was as if he was talking about a very trivial matter, without any change on his face. "Yes, King Shu!" Erhan and Han Sidao immediately agreed, their voices echoing in the Buddhist hall.The two quickly rushed to the gate of the temple with their swords. King Bolongshu didn't look at the two of them, just picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip. At this time, the man in black standing in the corner was moved. "You... you're not serious, are you?" At this moment, King Bolongshu showed an expression for the first time, his brows raised upwards. "you are not happy?" "Killing so many irrelevant people... is it necessary?" The man in black was the only person in the Buddhist hall who dared to look into the eyes of King Shu.He just frowned and didn't get angry. Rather than saying that he opposed King Shu's order, it was better to say that he was bored with this meaningless killing. "Junior Brother Mei, do you still remember why you decided to leave Wudang Mountain with me?" King Bolongshu's attitude towards the man in black was obviously different from that of the other three subordinates. Of course Mei Xinshu, the man in black, remembered.Once a Wudang elite, he resolutely abandoned his status and escaped from Wudang Mountain with this "traitor" in order to pursue power - not the empty "Martial Dao peak" of the Wudang School, but to be able to use it in the world. the power of. ——Now Bolongshu King has judged the death of more than a hundred people with a single sentence. Isn't this the embodiment of that kind of power? Mei Xinshu silently agreed. At this time, Bolongshu King dodges and grabs Huo Yaohua's left palm, the speed of his movement dazzles her. King Shu stretched her palm between his teeth, biting the skin of his ring finger.Huo Yaohua suppressed the pain and did not make a sound. Shu Wang used the blood from his finger to touch the center of his eyebrows, then let go of Huo Yaohua's hand, and then he chanted the mantra loudly. ——This is the "Requiem Sutra" of Wuyijiao, to comfort the dead souls of fifty Shuwang disciples who have crossed the real world. Huo Yaohua sucked her bleeding finger and looked at Shu Wang who closed his eyes and chanted sutras.All the muscles on his face were tightly wrinkled, and his expression was indeed extremely pious. Huo Yaohua was puzzled in her heart.She has followed King Bolongshu for more than three years, but it is still unclear to this day: Is King Bolongshu really religious? Just like today, ordering the massacre of more than a hundred people as "slaves" is indeed in line with the cruel custom of transferring things to religion; but after losing a large number of followers, do you want to use terror to maintain your absolute majesty?Is it honestly crazy?Or just a calculation of tactics? ... I saw that Bolongshu King who was reciting the mantra was so excited that he shed tears, the grief was not fake at all. ——This fog is the most frightening part of Bolongshu King. After finishing the recitation, King Bolongshu wiped away his tears with his sleeves, and then stroked Huo Yaohua's hair again. "Hua, don't be jealous. If you go to the real world, I will also chant scriptures for you, and I will find some of the strongest male 'you slaves' for you." Huo Yaohua nodded gratefully.She has no interest in the "real world" after death, nor does she believe in it at all.However, Wuyijiao advocates seeking the greatest pleasure in this world and satisfying all desires recklessly. She agrees with this aspect very much, and it is also the reason why she has been willing to follow King Shu. "Those two guys lost so many disciples, won't the king of Shu punish them?" Huo Yaohua was slightly dissatisfied. "That boy Sidao didn't say anything, but Erhan's belief is very deep." Shu Wang said: "If it is not necessary, he will not sacrifice his disciples casually. The situation must be very dangerous, and he is a strong enemy." The plum heart tree on the other side nodded.He is well aware of the weight of Erhan's martial arts. Although the "Tai Chi Double Swords" are immature, if they are ordinary martial arts figures, they are definitely not his opponents with the two swords. "I want to go in and change." King Bo Longshu said again at this time: "Junior Brother Mei, you go to the foot of the mountain to ask the disciples to come up and guard here." "Going down, the king of surgery... you want to go down the mountain?" Huo Yaohua was amazed. "Go to the county seat." Bo Longshu King smiled strangely: "The other party thinks that they have defeated us today, so they must be complacent and relaxed. Tonight is the best time to turn around and fight back." "An enemy who can make my two hounds run away with their tails between their legs, of course I have to take a look in person." The full name of Wuyijiao is "Da Huanxi Wuyigui Shenjiao". There is no historical record of its origin. It is believed that it was introduced from the Western Regions in the Yuan Dynasty, and formed from the fusion of Chinese Taoist alchemy and folk beliefs.According to the legend in the religion, the ancestor of Li Taoism is a person named "Nine Nine Supreme Masters", which should be a fictitious pretext. In the end of the Yuan Dynasty, during the troubled times, the number of believers in various places increased greatly, so there was a conflict with the White Lotus Sect who rebelled against the Yuan Dynasty.In the early days of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, it was banned and wiped out, and only a small number of faithful believers lived in seclusion in Nanyang, and their religious rituals became more and more secretive; in the Zhengtong period, the Wuyi religious group revived in the local area and formed a force.Because the believers are not afraid of death and have many strange and poisonous secret methods, the local government can't crusade, and it was not until a hundred years later that the "Iron Qingzi" Gongsun Qing, the head of the Wudang School, led his disciples to wipe them out in one fell swoop. According to the cosmology of the material shift doctrine, the world where everyone lives and is visible to the naked eye is called the "present world", which is only a temporary place to live in; the upper and lower sides of the "present world" are surrounded by endless "true world". It is the eternal residence of the gods and the souls of all living beings, and it is the real existence. The soul wandering in the "real world" accumulates yearning for pleasure and carnal desire, and then condenses it into a thing, becoming a mortal born in the "real world". ", reincarnation is endless.Therefore, when a person is alive, death is not something to be feared, nor is there anything to regret about mutilating the body. The believers of Wuyi believe that this reincarnation is a process of practice, and the purpose is to be promoted to a god in the end.All living beings can become gods, but the journey is long, and they must strive to perform three major deeds in the "present world": offering, cultivating, and sacrificing.Enshrinement is offering to the gods, including killing people as sacrifices; cultivating religion is to strengthen the church in various ways and promote the power of teaching (including researching martial arts medicine, and recruiting believers); sacrifice is self-mutilation or even life.The three major meritorious deeds are all to please the gods in exchange for their blessings and blessings.Until one day, the merits and virtues of the past lifetimes are perfect, and when you return to the "real world" after death, you will be in the same body with the gods (Wuyijiao is not a polytheistic belief, and believes that the gods are all the souls that have become gods in history combined into one).At the same time, in order to speed up the practice, the disciples of Wuyi believer try their best to enjoy themselves in the human world and expand their desires, so that the soul can be reborn quickly after death. In order to carry out this extreme doctrine, the Wuyi Religion began to study force. Its martial arts methods are actually quite shallow, but the believers are surly and fierce, and they are not afraid of death and injury. The hidden weapon of the mechanism has greatly increased the combat power.There are hundreds of medicines that have been researched and studied in the Yijiao. They originated from alchemy in the Middle Earth and alchemy from the Western Regions. The research methods are extremely cruel, including kidnapping children as "drug testing boys" and forcing pregnant women to take medicine to produce specific drugs. Physical fetus and so on.
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It is difficult to distinguish between day and night in the depths of the cave, but there are more than a dozen torches planted on the stone walls on both sides, illuminating the cave like constant daylight. The flames combined with the heavy and still air made the cave extremely stuffy.A man is naked and hard at work. If it weren't for the gray hair and beard, he would definitely give people the illusion that he is a young man. His exposed chest and back muscles are as strong as steel bars, with deep and distinct textures.The left and right sides of the old man's body are quite asymmetrical in thickness, and some parts of the body are unusually developed.This muscular shape is obviously produced by doing some kind of monotonous operation labor for a long time. On the ground in front of the old man, more than 30 stones were neatly arranged in a row, each with different colors and textures, none of which belonged to this cave. ——If an expert touches these stones, he will be able to distinguish the quality of each stone, whether it is thick, thin, soft or hard. The old man was holding one of the stones in his hand, dipped it in the water in the wooden barrel, pressed it to the blade of a single knife, and sharpened it at a very precise angle. After sharpening for a while, the old man would pull out the knife, point the blade tip at the firelight on the stone wall, close one eye and examine carefully, and then continue to sharpen the knife after a while. The old man was extremely focused, maintaining a half-kneeling posture all the time, completely forgetting about the soreness of his legs.I saw that his legs and ankles were bound by iron shackles, and the chains were connected to the cave wall. He was always sharpening his knife intently, as if completely ignoring the reality of being locked up like a domestic animal. In his eyes and heart, only the lines of the blade remained. When the old man switched to the fifth whetstone, a black shadow appeared on the cave wall. Shadow remained motionless, as if he had been watching the old man sharpen his knife.It was only when the old man changed another stone that he realized the existence of the shadow.he stops. "Is this a good knife?" said Shadow.The sound was muffled by the reverberation of the cave walls. "Not bad." The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the stone, and raised the single knife to inspect it from all angles: "The material and casting are both top-notch. The balance is also good. There are only a few flaws." He pointed to the middle of the blade: "Among them, this is a weak point. If it encounters heavy weapons or iron armor, it may be broken. But it's not serious." The old man lowered his knife, sighed and said, "But it's much worse than your sword." The shadow shrugged. "Where is the difference?" When the old man thought of the sword, he tightened his face and closed his eyes in silence. When he was caught here more than half a year ago, the old man was determined that he would not sharpen his sword for these people even if he died-it was because of himself that this group of guys who were more terrifying than thieves was attracted to Luling. ——I killed the people in this place... But when the owner of the shadow handed the sword in front of him, the old man couldn't bear it anymore.That cold steel is the meaning of his life.To look at a good sword and not to pick up a millstone is tantamount to asking him to refuse to be himself.That was worse than death. It took him three full months to sharpen that sword. The old man has not answered the question yet.The tall, bald figure was waiting. "It's 'Qi'." "Sword Qi?" Shadow smiled: "I don't believe there is such a thing." "It's just my name. You can call it whatever you want." The old man said: "In short, it is something that is not easy to see." "Where did it come from?" "In the beginning, it was from the heart of the forging master. When he was smelting, he thought about what kind of sword he wanted to produce, and that idea would inevitably be concentrated in the steel." The old man stretched out his fingers and stroked the edge of the knife.Although it has not been completely sharpened, the blade is already extremely sharp, but his finger slid it lightly, without any damage, because it has an extremely delicate and sensitive touch. "Then is the person who uses the sword, the thoughts accumulated over time will also bless the weapon and change its appearance." The old man was silent for a while, and added: "Of course, the more people killed, the stronger the idea. " Shadow nodded slightly in agreement. The old man saw the shadow master's sword for the first time that day, and he knew that many people died by the sword.There was an evil spirit faintly exuding from the whole sword. But the shape of the sword itself showed a very simple and sincere pursuit, pure as ice and snow. The old man knew where this pure sense of sharpness came from - he could tell from the shape at a glance that it was a Wudang sword. It is the combination of these two extremes that deeply attracts the elderly, who cannot restrain the urge to polish it. ——Through the sword, he felt the fear of his master even more deeply. After hearing the old man's explanation, Shadow was very satisfied. "Is there anything you lack? Just ask. Food and drink, or a woman is fine. Or do you want me to find a living person to test the knife for you?" The old man shook his head and refused.He already felt deeply guilty for sharpening his sword for such a person.Working like an ascetic in the cave like this is also a bit of self-punishment. ——He knows that he has become this man's favorite toy, and he will never be free until he dies. The shadow turned around and slowly retreated towards the entrance of the cave. At this moment, the old man spoke again: "There is one thing I have not said all along." "What is it?" "That sword." The old man knew that he might be killed, but he couldn't hold back: "I can feel it. You are not its real owner, are you?" Shadow's back trembled. "Yes." After a long silence, the shadow nodded and admitted: "I kept it for the most respected person." "No wonder." The old man said boldly, "Even you are not strong enough to control that sword." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, ready to drop his head at any time. The shadow didn't seem to get angry, it just stood silently for a while before disappearing from the cave wall. Feeling a little thrill of victory, the old man picked up the stone and then buried himself in sharpening the knife again.
A statue of Buddha with its head cut off.Under the shade of candlelight, it was even more miserable. The altar tables, cups and plates in the Buddhist hall are messed up, all of which are endless meat, and there are more than a dozen kinds of wine.There are still many pills scattered between the tables. A slender palm full of black and blue tattoos picked up a chicken leg and put it between the ruddy lips to bite. She was a woman of about thirty years of age, with a rather tall figure.She was wearing the same five-color miscellaneous cloth gown as Erhan and others, the difference was that it was tightly tied in all parts, showing the curve of the breasts and slender waist, and the left side was opened from the shoulder, revealing the whole arm , from the shoulder to the back of the hand are covered with spell tattoos. The woman's pointed and thin face is full of allure, and her long eyes are beautiful, but there is a kind of cruelty of carnivore.His complexion was white with a hint of unhealthy feeling. She carried a large knife across her back waist, the shape of the blade could not be seen, but the leather scabbard was very wide; there was a lock of red tassels hanging from the handle, which turned out to be made of human hair and stained with blood. After the woman finished eating the chicken legs, she threw away the bones casually, and smiled with her big front teeth like rabbits, staring at Erhan and Han Sidao standing in the Buddhist hall. "Fifty people, all lost?" She sneered: "There are still fifty horses! How much do you think they are worth? Hmph, you are finished this time." Erhan was expressionless as usual, but his turban was already drenched with sweat on his forehead.Han Sidao stared at the gloating woman bitterly, and said through gritted teeth, "Mother, you are not here to talk..." But his voice was obviously lower than usual. Although Han Sidao was cruel and vicious, this woman was not afraid of him at all, she half-covered her cherry lips and laughed, and the gold hairpin with pearls on her head trembled wildly. —Of course she is not afraid.The first time Huo Yaohua, the female drama bandit between Jing and Hunan became famous, was still wetting the bed. In the dark corner of the Buddhist hall, another figure stood motionless. He was a tall and strong middle-aged man with several scars on his face, especially the one from the right forehead to the corner of the eye that was the most shocking. This trauma almost destroyed his right eye.The eyelids covered with scars were drooping, giving the illusion that he hadn't woken up, but the pupils underneath were shining brightly. The man was not wearing five-color clothes, but a black robe.A pair of short, curved and pointed blades shaped like animal teeth hang from the belt. There is an iron ring on the handle, and a long chain is attached to it, wrapping around the waist. The man in black has been leaning in the corner silently, as if blending into the shadow. Huo Yaohua found a pile of pills between the cups and plates on the table, picked up two pills, threw them into her mouth like a child eating candy, and took another sip of wine to swallow.Her cheeks flushed instantly, and there was a wild excitement between her eyebrows. She lifted the hem of the five-color robe, put one of her white and provocative thighs on the chair, and continued to look at Erhan and Han Sidao maliciously, as if Waiting to see a good show. When Erhan and Erhan were anxious and confused, that person had already appeared in the Buddhist hall. Usually a person of such a tall stature will always lack a little flexibility in his movements, and it is easy to be noticed no matter where he goes; but when everyone saw the huge and bald head, he was already in the center of the Buddhist hall, standing there Under the head of the Buddha statue.If it weren't for the swaying curtain in the back hall, people would have thought he was using some kind of demon to appear out of thin air. Bo Longshu King was more than a head taller than anyone in the room.But the oppressive feeling he exudes does not come entirely from his height. He looked down at Erhan and Han Sidao with his big round eyes, and his eyes didn't look like looking at his equals at all. Erhan couldn't look directly at King Shu, his sweaty face drooped.Han Sidao kept looking at the wide sleeves of King Shu's five-color robe, afraid that the abnormally grown palm would appear at any time. ——If you have to die today, at least let me see how you kill me... "You..." King Bolongshu has a weird appearance, but his voice is surprisingly gentle and pleasant: "...all the 'banner teams' you brought with you are lost?" Erhan opened his mouth and tried to answer, but it seemed that a blade was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.After trying for a while, he gave up and just nodded vigorously. King Bolongshu walked up to Huo Yaohua, stretched out his big palm to stroke her hair, just like the owner caressing a cat.The moment Huo Yaohua was touched by Shu Wang's hand, she felt nervous and frightened, and then her neck relaxed. ——Although she has been touched countless times by the king of surgery, she still can't completely eliminate that fear. King Shu's big eyes still haven't left Erhan and Erhan. "Did you sacrifice my fifty or so disciples for your own survival?" At this moment, Han Sidao had a thought: should he draw his sword before King Shu's killing intent appears? This slight thought quickly disappeared.The actual distance between his right hand and the sword hilt at his waist is only a few feet, but for him at this moment, it is far from being touchable. But Han Sidao's fingers still moved a little bit.This subtle movement was immediately noticed by the man in black standing in the corner.The man frowned. --Fool. With a "slap", Erhan next to him slapped Han Sidao hard on the face.Han Sidao's right face immediately became red and swollen, and the corner of his mouth was cracked.But he dared not even hum. King Bolongshu didn't care at all, his long fingers were still sliding between Huo Yaohua's black hair. "Hua, tell me, how much of my disciples are fifty people?" When he asked, he squeezed the gold earring on the right side of Huo Yaohua with his fingers. Huo Yaohua couldn't tell from King Shu's calm tone whether he was angry or not.The unknown is the greatest horror. "Almost...forty percent." Huo Yaohua replied cautiously, thought for a while, and added: "The other fifty horses account for more than half of our total." Adding this sentence later made Erhan and Han Sidao hate the witch even more, but they never dared to show it on their faces. King Bolongshu let go of Huo Yaohua, put his palms into the sleeves of his robe, looked at the headless Buddha statue and murmured: "Over the years, we have managed to recruit disciples..." Then fell silent. Naturally, the other four people in the Buddhist hall did not speak.Erhan and Erhan only felt that every moment now was more sad than a year. It took a long time before the king of surgery spoke again. "Do you know what you should do now?" Erhan prayed in his heart: If he is lucky, he only needs to cripple one eye or one palm. "Go down the mountain immediately, and take a few more people." The decision of King Bolongshu was beyond their expectations: "In three days, go kill one hundred and fifty people, and paste 'transformation charms' on the heads. We have five Ten disciples have already gone to the real world, and we have to find three 'you slaves' to serve over there. No, there are still a few left. You might as well kill a hundred and seventy of them." When King Bolongshu gave such an order, it was as if he was talking about a very trivial matter, without any change on his face. "Yes, King Shu!" Erhan and Han Sidao immediately agreed, their voices echoing in the Buddhist hall.The two quickly rushed to the gate of the temple with their swords. King Bolongshu didn't look at the two of them, just picked up a bottle of wine and took a sip. At this time, the man in black standing in the corner was moved. "You... you're not serious, are you?" At this moment, King Bolongshu showed an expression for the first time, his brows raised upwards. "you are not happy?" "Killing so many irrelevant people... is it necessary?" The man in black was the only person in the Buddhist hall who dared to look into the eyes of King Shu.He just frowned and didn't get angry. Rather than saying that he opposed King Shu's order, it was better to say that he was bored with this meaningless killing. "Junior Brother Mei, do you still remember why you decided to leave Wudang Mountain with me?" King Bolongshu's attitude towards the man in black was obviously different from that of the other three subordinates. Of course Mei Xinshu, the man in black, remembered.Once a Wudang elite, he resolutely abandoned his status and escaped from Wudang Mountain with this "traitor" in order to pursue power - not the empty "Martial Dao peak" of the Wudang School, but to be able to use it in the world. the power of. ——Now Bolongshu King has judged the death of more than a hundred people with a single sentence. Isn't this the embodiment of that kind of power? Mei Xinshu silently agreed. At this time, Bolongshu King dodges and grabs Huo Yaohua's left palm, the speed of his movement dazzles her. King Shu stretched her palm between his teeth, biting the skin of his ring finger.Huo Yaohua suppressed the pain and did not make a sound. Shu Wang used the blood from his finger to touch the center of his eyebrows, then let go of Huo Yaohua's hand, and then he chanted the mantra loudly. ——This is the "Requiem Sutra" of Wuyijiao, to comfort the dead souls of fifty Shuwang disciples who have crossed the real world. Huo Yaohua sucked her bleeding finger and looked at Shu Wang who closed his eyes and chanted sutras.All the muscles on his face were tightly wrinkled, and his expression was indeed extremely pious. Huo Yaohua was puzzled in her heart.She has followed King Bolongshu for more than three years, but it is still unclear to this day: Is King Bolongshu really religious? Just like today, ordering the massacre of more than a hundred people as "slaves" is indeed in line with the cruel custom of transferring things to religion; but after losing a large number of followers, do you want to use terror to maintain your absolute majesty?Is it honestly crazy?Or just a calculation of tactics? ... I saw that Bolongshu King who was reciting the mantra was so excited that he shed tears, the grief was not fake at all. ——This fog is the most frightening part of Bolongshu King. After finishing the recitation, King Bolongshu wiped away his tears with his sleeves, and then stroked Huo Yaohua's hair again. "Hua, don't be jealous. If you go to the real world, I will also chant scriptures for you, and I will find some of the strongest male 'you slaves' for you." Huo Yaohua nodded gratefully.She has no interest in the "real world" after death, nor does she believe in it at all.However, Wuyijiao advocates seeking the greatest pleasure in this world and satisfying all desires recklessly. She agrees with this aspect very much, and it is also the reason why she has been willing to follow King Shu. "Those two guys lost so many disciples, won't the king of Shu punish them?" Huo Yaohua was slightly dissatisfied. "That boy Sidao didn't say anything, but Erhan's belief is very deep." Shu Wang said: "If it is not necessary, he will not sacrifice his disciples casually. The situation must be very dangerous, and he is a strong enemy." The plum heart tree on the other side nodded.He is well aware of the weight of Erhan's martial arts. Although the "Tai Chi Double Swords" are immature, if they are ordinary martial arts figures, they are definitely not his opponents with the two swords. "I want to go in and change." King Bo Longshu said again at this time: "Junior Brother Mei, you go to the foot of the mountain to ask the disciples to come up and guard here." "Going down, the king of surgery... you want to go down the mountain?" Huo Yaohua was amazed. "Go to the county seat." Bo Longshu King smiled strangely: "The other party thinks that they have defeated us today, so they must be complacent and relaxed. Tonight is the best time to turn around and fight back." "An enemy who can make my two hounds run away with their tails between their legs, of course I have to take a look in person." The full name of Wuyijiao is "Da Huanxi Wuyigui Shenjiao". There is no historical record of its origin. It is believed that it was introduced from the Western Regions in the Yuan Dynasty, and formed from the fusion of Chinese Taoist alchemy and folk beliefs.According to the legend in the religion, the ancestor of Li Taoism is a person named "Nine Nine Supreme Masters", which should be a fictitious pretext. In the end of the Yuan Dynasty, during the troubled times, the number of believers in various places increased greatly, so there was a conflict with the White Lotus Sect who rebelled against the Yuan Dynasty.In the early days of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, it was banned and wiped out, and only a small number of faithful believers lived in seclusion in Nanyang, and their religious rituals became more and more secretive; in the Zhengtong period, the Wuyi religious group revived in the local area and formed a force.Because the believers are not afraid of death and have many strange and poisonous secret methods, the local government can't crusade, and it was not until a hundred years later that the "Iron Qingzi" Gongsun Qing, the head of the Wudang School, led his disciples to wipe them out in one fell swoop. According to the cosmology of the material shift doctrine, the world where everyone lives and is visible to the naked eye is called the "present world", which is only a temporary place to live in; the upper and lower sides of the "present world" are surrounded by endless "true world". It is the eternal residence of the gods and the souls of all living beings, and it is the real existence. The soul wandering in the "real world" accumulates yearning for pleasure and carnal desire, and then condenses it into a thing, becoming a mortal born in the "real world". ", reincarnation is endless.Therefore, when a person is alive, death is not something to be feared, nor is there anything to regret about mutilating the body. The believers of Wuyi believe that this reincarnation is a process of practice, and the purpose is to be promoted to a god in the end.All living beings can become gods, but the journey is long, and they must strive to perform three major deeds in the "present world": offering, cultivating, and sacrificing.Enshrinement is offering to the gods, including killing people as sacrifices; cultivating religion is to strengthen the church in various ways and promote the power of teaching (including researching martial arts medicine, and recruiting believers); sacrifice is self-mutilation or even life.The three major meritorious deeds are all to please the gods in exchange for their blessings and blessings.Until one day, the merits and virtues of the past lifetimes are perfect, and when you return to the "real world" after death, you will be in the same body with the gods (Wuyijiao is not a polytheistic belief, and believes that the gods are all the souls that have become gods in history combined into one).At the same time, in order to speed up the practice, the disciples of Wuyi believer try their best to enjoy themselves in the human world and expand their desires, so that the soul can be reborn quickly after death. In order to carry out this extreme doctrine, the Wuyi Religion began to study force. Its martial arts methods are actually quite shallow, but the believers are surly and fierce, and they are not afraid of death and injury. The hidden weapon of the mechanism has greatly increased the combat power.There are hundreds of medicines that have been researched and studied in the Yijiao. They originated from alchemy in the Middle Earth and alchemy from the Western Regions. The research methods are extremely cruel, including kidnapping children as "drug testing boys" and forcing pregnant women to take medicine to produce specific drugs. Physical fetus and so on.
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