There are frequent human figures on the winding mountain road. The Tiandihui side is slowly retreating along the mountain road, testing the opponent's intention to feint attack.
However, casualties inevitably occurred. Starting from the temporary retreat of Sanliting, Tiandihui fled again and again. Even though the hatred of the martial arts people was overwhelming, they only felt like a basin of cold water had poured over them, and they were wandering around in the mountains with their faces as heavy as water.
With.
Young Hong Lixiang, as the team's medical officer, conscientiously treated martial arts warriors who were wounded by arrows, contusions, and even bitten by snakes and insects, and inevitably heard their complaints.
He wanted to talk back, but in the end he applied medicine, bandaged, gave instructions for follow-up, and then left silently.
He knew that there were ten thousand reasons to excuse Captain Chen, but they could not change the fact that he could not bring victory. Without a hearty revenge, this team organized by deep hatred would not be satisfied.
What's even more frightening is that there are many strange things happening on this road, which are becoming increasingly difficult to cover up...
But there are still some people who are more tolerant. They don't speak, they cherish words like gold, they are neither active in fighting nor complaining in retreat. The meaning of following the team to them is to find the legendary Minyue treasure.
"Chief rudder, the Tatars are catching up again!"
Hong Lixiang finally found Chen Jinnan and silently reported the matter.
Chen Jinnan wrapped the giant sword tightly with a strip of cloth, held it tightly in his hand, sighed slightly, and said to his brother-in-law, "Li Xiang, thank you for your hard work along the way."
"The duty lies."
Hong Lixiang bowed his hands and said, "Chief Rudder, there are people outside saying..."
"Are you saying that I harm the public and enrich my private life and ignore the overall situation?"
Chen Jinnan smiled lightly, "When I asked the Jagged Youth League to clear the way, I expected someone would say that, so it doesn't matter."
But Hong Lixiang still persisted and said: "Chief Helmsman, I know that you are magnanimous in your conduct, but your words are terrible. If you continue like this, your reputation in the world will plummet."
Chen Jinnan didn't answer, just looked at the road ahead.
Hong Dou was helping Hong Xiguan to walk on the mountain road, and both of them were staggering. Before Hong Xiguan's residual poison could be washed away, Chen Jinnan followed him in a series of battles. He was repeatedly interrupted, which caused great damage to his body. Hong Dou repeatedly used hidden weapon kung fu to stand aside.
Skimming the formation ensured that the two of them were safe.
Everyone wants to fight the Qing army decisively, this is the consensus of everyone. Even the people in the world who are lucky enough to seize the treasure know that as long as the Qing army is by their side, the legendary treasure will not have any of theirs.
But how to give this tired and sick team the upper hand is a huge problem. Everything can be sacrificed for victory, including Chen Jinnan's reputation.
Along the way, more and more groups of Tatars gathered together, and it was obvious that
Their continuous journey has left the Qing army behind for a long way, with only a few scouts left occasionally. As long as they reach their destination smoothly, someone will know about his painstaking efforts to preserve the Iron-Blooded Youth League...
"Li Xiang, where is the front?"
Chen Jinnan suddenly asked.
Hong Lixiang took out a mountain hiking map, looked at the mountains and slowly determined his direction, and finally determined the approximate location.
"There should be Iron Mountain ahead. It was said earlier that there are iron mines in the mountain. There will be a previously abandoned village further ahead. We can go there to repair it for a while."
"village……"
Chen Jinnan narrowed his eyes, unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword with one hand, and murmured to himself.
As the sun shone through the forest, Chen Jinnan's aura seemed to merge with the heaven and earth. Hong Xiguan also slowly stopped and looked at him.
Hong Lixiang's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't figure out why the two people had such weird expressions. They were neither relaxed nor nervous, until he thought of the most accurate description.
That is the unparalleled concentration of a swordsman when he is about to draw his sword.
…Seal…line…outside…not…accurate…answer…question…
The Qing army also moved forward, and now they no longer had the panic in the early morning. As the follow-up reinforcements quickly joined in, their number increased to 600, and they had already crushed the rebels far away. This made their
The military's morale is stable and its fighting spirit is extremely high.
There is something unusual about the frequent disappearance of the scouts ahead. Although they can always be found in nearby caves, they are in a daze and cannot answer any questions.
The monk drove Lama Keba, who was leading the way, but disappeared.
"There is indeed a mystery to setting up a gully ship coffin!"
The demon monk with heavy makeup stood in front of a cave, with a rugged cliff behind him, but his attention only stayed on the wooden coffins in front of him.
This largest nanmu coffin is covered with dust and is shaped like a boat. The coffin is full of traces of insect infestation and rain erosion. Through the damage, it can be seen that there is a mummy lying inside, with hair, skin, flesh and tendons connecting the bones.
The disjointed bones that have turned to earth are inlaid together like pearls, forming a human-shaped skeleton.
Ma Ning'er climbed up the rock and smashed the door panel, opened the coffin lid, and took out a bamboo and wood vessel that was buried with her. There were vague sharp shapes painted on it, like fish bones with clean flesh, which was ferocious and weird.
One side of the bone vessel had lost all its luster and was full of cracks and cracks, but Lama Keba couldn't put it down and played with it.
"Master, what's the problem here?"
Ma Ning'er said with a sinister expression, completely ignoring the gloomy sight of seven or eight boat coffins in the cliff cave.
The demon monk whispered: "It's just ivory. Since ancient times, only the master of Tantric Buddhism can turn into a rainbow. Look at the ravine here and the rainbow bridge across the sky. It is said that these people from the pre-Qin Dynasty were all earthly immortals. They were buried on the cliff and could go to the banquet across the sky."
Do you believe in seeing the divine face to face?"
Ma Ning'er glanced at them: "That's nonsense, now I just want to chop off the heads of Hong Xiguan and Chen Jinnan!"
"But the Emperor believes that after all, he does not have much time... This volume of the Bo Ren Heavenly Book also contains the empirical evidence of the true scripture..."
But Lama Keba said slowly: "You are too murderous. This is what I like most about you, and what I hate most about you. Because I like it, I not only saved you, but also gave you all the opportunities to become an Arhat in the physical body;
But you just think that I have ulterior motives. You must know that in Tibet, you can’t even get such a Buddhist fate..."
Ma Ning'er snorted coldly, her expression uncertain.
Lama Keba recited the sutra with his legs crossed, surrounded by harsh voices, but he showed no regrets and repented, as if breaking all the rules in the world and taboos were his innate mission.
But Keba's expression was so sacred, as if he was going to meet the Buddha!
The coffins and corpses in front of him did not shock Ma Ning'er at all, because he passed by something more terrifying than these exposed bones and the cobwebs of dust.
He might have been dead back then.
His last memory as a human was that his heart was cut off and stuffed into the body of a rotting camel. The stench and viscosity instantly covered the entire world, and there was no sound again.
I don't know how long it took, maybe because the water was moving, or maybe his soul was drifting away. When he regained consciousness again, he was lying in a huge stone wall coffin sealed on all sides, with a weak phosphorus green human candle burning slowly.
Mandalas were drawn on all four sides of the coffin-like wall, and directly in the center of his head sat a shabby dancing Buddha, holding his intestines in one hand and his brain in the other, staring at him with cold eyes.
A circle of traces of blood flow is painted around the wall, dotted with countless hideous and ferocious incarnations, which seem to embody all the uncleanness and evil spirits in the world. The mutilated Buddha who has been beheaded, disemboweled, flesh-cut, and eyes gouged out appears and disappears from time to time, just like
The bewitching chanting sounds of demons from outside the territory ring out day and night.
Great terror came to mind, and Ma Ning'er even began to miss the peace of death, but he had no chance to look back.
Because from the moment he was soaked in the poison and sealed in the mandala, Ma Ning'er was dead. The only thing alive was that he was neither alive nor dead, neither empty nor pure. All possibilities of reincarnation have been eliminated, and all worries have been killed.
Those who live in this world only to kill both our enemies and ourselves, those who say that there is nothing in the north, those who sacrifice their lives in the sect, the poisonous Arhats!
That scripture rang day and night along with his heart-wrenching transformation, and it had been engraved in his mind, whispering in his ears every moment. Only when the rage of revenge was burning, could he have a moment of peace.
The mantra was too bizarre, completely different from the compassionate and majestic Buddhist sounds that Ma Ning'er had seen in the Shaolin Temple. This sutra was intermittent, as if someone with great compassion fell into hell and was in the boundless world.
Weeping and wrathful in the sea of blood, he used the Buddha's body to recite heresies that no classics dared to record.
"As long as the Dharma does not appear in the world, similar Dharma will not disappear..."
"But, Kassapa! When the Dharma appears in the world, then all similar Dharmas will disappear!"
"Sit on the invincible white treasure elephant, Ubu Satha! Only those six teeth and seven branches can take you to the real Buddha land!"