Chapter 83: Taoism is not something that can be suppressed (single)
Wen Song was dejected, with disheveled hair, no appearance of a scholar, and looked down and out. He was yelled at and scolded, and his feet sometimes trembled as he was pushed and dragged forward.
Together, there were seventeen or eighteen people. Most of them had haggard faces and sallow complexions. Most of them were staggering on the rugged mountain roads on straw boots. A few of them looked strong and round, but were actually fat and weak. They were all dressed in silk and satin.
Even his shoes and socks were stripped off, and he followed the team with only his bare feet, looking as if he had lost his soul.
He pursed his chapped lips, but the warm winter sun could not bring any warmth. Every step he took on the fine gravel and potholes made his heart tremble.
On both sides of the front, there were people shouting, but what came to their ears were obscene words, curses and threats. Occasionally, a grass whip made of hemp rope was thrown down, crackling, and the skin and flesh were torn open and painful.
When they reached a place with lush trees, a man in his forties suddenly pushed away the crowd and ran towards the outside of the crowd with all his strength, hoping to throw himself into the bushes and escape through the forest.
However, within twenty breaths, he was dragged back like a dead pig. His face was covered in blood, and not a single piece of his flesh was intact. The gangsters around him were still gesturing with their weapons, stabbing each other's limbs like they were venting their anger.
Every time he pulled it out, he cried out hoarsely for mercy.
Snap!
After being whipped a few times, the chaotic crowd finally returned to their previous appearance. Those who had originally intended to escape with them saw such an outcome, their divine light suddenly dimmed and there was no movement.
Counting the guards leading the way, the team of more than 20 people gradually disappeared into the forest and headed towards the mountain. Two watchtowers were vaguely visible hidden behind trees and rocks.
This is a cottage. Looking at the layout on the left and right, Wen Song saw that there were many guards. Many people in ragged clothes similar to them were being tortured, either carrying stone tools or carrying sandbags and firewood. They came and went silently, and sometimes some people were helpless.
He fell weakly and was then captured by bandits under the watchful eyes of everyone and dragged directly to a building that looked like a dungeon.
Immediately afterwards, screams came, making everyone shiver.
Linjiang Prefecture...when did there become such a bandit village?
This was originally a poem about visiting a highly respected scholar in the Confucian community on the recommendation of the academy teacher. At this moment, I was filled with sadness.
Seeing the vicious bandits grinding their teeth and sucking blood and holding sharp sticks and blades all around, and seeing other people who were as skinny as firewood being hung up and beaten, exposing their skin and bones, I felt for a moment that my future was gloomy and no longer bright.
Clang clang clang!
Just as they were feeling sad and sad, a rush of footsteps came from the side. Wen Song and others looked up, and saw that the bandits who had just detained them were also in a panic. They ignored the plundered prisoners at hand and looked around at the people in the village.
In the center, the tallest building.
Soon, a group of people strode out, most of them tall and thick-waisted, with solemn faces.
"What happened?!"
The bandit leader who was leading the way had a greasy mouth and a leg bone in his hand.
"Chief! The gang from Donggong Mountain is coming!"
The bandit rushed to report the incident, his tone panicked.
The people gathered around the leader were also whispering. Wen Song didn't understand the situation, but he vaguely heard a few words, which seemed to be bandits from another mountain.
Woohoo! He hid his face and lamented, it was already miserable to be kidnapped and taken into a stronghold, and now he was inexplicably involved in a gangster fight. He had no eyesight for swords and guns, and he had no power to restrain a chicken. His life was in danger in the chaos.
Once again, I was saddened by the turmoil in Daliang and the banditry in the country. Before I could let go of my thoughts, I heard the leader's words to comfort everyone.
"What's the matter? It turns out that these brats don't know how high the sky is and how high it is. How many people does that guy named Guo Jiang Qing have in Donggong Mountain?"
As he spoke, Wen Song saw the man bite the leg bone in his hand, chewing and swallowing all the bones and meat.
Then he bared his yellow and black teeth and said with a ferocious smile.
"Let's go! We'll meet those bastards! If you dare to disturb the uncle's meal, he must be taken to the charcoal fire!"
The gangsters shouted like mountains and seas roaring.
The rest of the people stood behind the leader, and for a moment they felt that they and others had made a mistake. With the men and horses of Heifeng Village, even if Guo Jiang Qing had ten times more troops, he would still be crushed to death!
So they all agreed and applauded, and asked the leader to cook it and share it with everyone, so that they could also taste the deliciousness of human flesh.
The nonsense fell into the ears of the captives, sending chills all over the body.
Selecting people and devouring them... is so apt for this group of people.
The dozen or so people who were kidnapped huddled in a corner, fearing that making too much noise would attract the bandits' attention.
Wen Song was wrapped up in it, and there was no other way for the moment.
Cheng!
The leader drew out his ring-encrusted sword and rushed out of the village gate with the gangsters shouting menacingly.
…
Hejian, Fanshiji.
It was originally a quarry, sandwiched between two low hills. Later, the stone was quarried in pieces, and when people gathered around, they left a small city behind, so it was named after this place.
When Chen Yu came riding on the clouds, it was pouring down rain as if there was a gap in the sky.
The black clouds were thick and layer upon layer. He went up to the sky and passed through the sea of clouds. He came to a hazy glow. With the red clouds falling on three or five spiritual texts, he used the lightning-inducing technique, and in the blink of an eye a bright thunder light gathered together, entangled.
There were dozens or hundreds of slender thunderbolts like chains, turning into a ball of lightning the size of a human head floating in the clouds.
The art of trapping thunder and the art of attracting thunder are two arts of the same origin. Chen Yu, who is increasingly familiar with the art of thunder, can easily grasp the ball of thunder in his hands, and then pull out strands of thunder and lightning like a cocoon.
The aura flickered on the body's surface, and the thunder mark texture that represented the internal inscription of success flashed away.
The thunder marks have been dissolved into flesh and blood. After long-term contact and refinement with mana and spirit, they have become docile and no longer difficult to control.
Soon, large swaths of mist-like thunder and lightning were introduced into every part of the body, and the thunder marks danced and floated, as if breathing out.
Under the sky, there were dark clouds and heavy rain.
On top of it, a person stood in the lightning, with mist-like waves of silver light blooming all over his body.
Uncertain.
The sun shines down from high in the sky, and the light and colors are intertwined together, making it look extraordinary.
…
While Chen Yu was immersed in absorbing the power of thunder in Fanshiji, cultivating his body and thunder marks, and using this to deduce the feasibility of the future path, another group of people in the southwest thousands of miles away were also interested in developing Daoluo.
gained.
Guangyong Mansion, Pingcheng.
Huai Mingzi took his apprentice to a medicine shop, and said a few words to the shopkeeper, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord. Then he took out a handful of silver beans from his arms, turned around and walked out, his empty hands already filled with medicine packages.
"Master, do we want to refine medicine?"
The little disciple is thirteen or fourteen years old, with curious eyes. More than a month has passed since he traveled across mountains and rivers from Yongzhou to the southwest. The little Taoist priest has an unstable mind and is curious about things he has never seen before.
I quickly adapted to it.
At this moment, I was surprised to see the master who used to work for at least seven or eight days in refining medicine, and also had to pay tribute to incense and perform rituals. Now he just grabbed random herbs and started the furnace in a hurry. I was surprised for a moment.
Huai Mingzi smiled slightly and said: "My good disciple, what I want to refine this time is not an ordinary elixir, but a real elixir!"
"Elixir? The ones in the book?"
After hearing what his disciple said, the forty-year-old Taoist priest stroked his beard, full of confidence, and said with cheerful eyes: "Of course!"
"Yu Zhenxiu and Taoist Master Xuancheng have verified the feasibility of this method. Now my master is one of the few people on Yuanyang Peak who understands Qi Sensation. In addition, he has practiced the Danding method for decades.
This alchemy is the main force of the poor Taoist!"
"Good disciple, just watch, the master will definitely be able to make a pot of wonderful medicine and elixir this time!"
The little Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, apparently believing in his master's abilities.
The two walked quickly away, and soon they arrived at the foot of a mountain outside the city. There were already people waiting. They hurried forward to take the medicinal materials, saying that there were also some auxiliary medicines and elixirs. The latter arranged for people to go to Guangyong.
Collect them at home and wait for Huai Mingzi to start the furnace.
Several people went up the mountain, and Yu Qimeng and Taoist Xuancheng Yin Wenian were arguing fiercely. Huai Mingzi was not surprised, and the people around him were used to it.
While they were debating, Yu Qimeng's face turned red and his hair and beard were spread out. He stood up suddenly and rolled up his sleeves to get started.
However, Yin Wennian didn't show any weakness, and instead calmed down and smoothed his palms. The next moment, under the eyes of everyone in amazement, an ethereal stream of light spewed out from his mouth.
[Exhale like a sword]!
Poof!
The white light wind met in front of Qimeng, and before it touched it, it became unstable. It suddenly turned into wind and swept across, blowing his clothes. After all, the old Taoist priest had some skills. He took a few steps back and stopped, only to stare wide.
He glanced at the other person without moving.
After a while of silence, he made a seal with both hands, imitating the other person's bulging cheeks, and repeated this several times.
"..."
Yin Wennian's face turned red when he saw the old Taoist, and he couldn't help laughing and said: "Hahaha, fellow Taoist Shoutan, please stop holding it in. If you can't do it, you can't. Taoism can't be done by holding it in."