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Chapter 249 I came out of the world as an animatronic

The cold rain in the sky was falling continuously, and the sound of leakage hit my heart. As Hong Xiguan finished reading the story of the fight filled with gods, Buddhas, strange things, and the cycle of life and death, Monk Sande also detailed the letter signed by Sidan Temple.

, the hall fell into complete silence.

Several people looked to the sky in silence. It was the heavy rain that had lasted for several months in Guangzhou City, rolling up from the depths of the boiling sea, hitting every inch of the land, and then penetrated deeply into the soil without leaving a trace.

There is only a dark, damp mist lingering around the streets and hanging on the treetops. You can even smell an indelible smell of rotten fish, filling the streets among the cold bricks and tiles.

And the secret discussions in the streets and alleys, already under the haze of successive months of war, are flowing with a particularly uneasy atmosphere, and there are rumors of horrifying news.

For example, in many buildings abandoned due to flight or disaster, people often hear strange and faint knocking sounds, like whispers beside tombs; and on the edge of Liwan, where no one approaches, people often witness it.

Several shaggy-haired children covered in dirt and looking like apes were laughing and playing in strange tones.

These vague letters seemed to have guessed what they were thinking now, and they were eager to hide their figures. The delicate and neat handwriting on the paper seemed to have begun to become sticky and blurred due to moisture and air.

, it was so overwhelming that everyone in a daze felt that Juanxiu’s handwriting had countless branches that were like insect legs, and could twist and disappear into the cold air at any time along the ravines washed out by the rain on the ground.

"It turns out that it was the people from the Hongyang Sect who sent the letter..."

Hongyang Cult murmured to himself and wrinkled his thin and narrow face, seeming to realize the simplicity of the situation.

I once received an invitation from the Qingyang Sect to serve as a Dharma protector, and my disciples were attracted to make trouble because of this. Naturally, it was related to those esoteric sects that did not claim to be pure or enlightened.

The Hongyang Sect vaguely knew that Luo Yuantong's power had declined in those years, and that the little wealth Saint Boy Yiluan had managed to accumulate during his lifetime was taken away by the new leader of the Qingyang Sect who came out of nowhere and used the trick of resurrecting the corpse.

However, it turns out that an emaciated camel is smaller than a horse. Despite this embarrassing situation, Luo Yuantong was still able to intervene in the southwest war and influence the political situation in Yunnan and Guizhou.

The aftermath of the "White Yang Tribulation".

The Mu family, the chieftain of Xiaoli, has been in charge of the political situation for more than two hundred years, and is located in a corner of Yunnan where various forces are intertwined. Naturally, he is deeply entrenched and dominates one side. Even if the Qing court has no intention of searching, it is difficult to conduct an in-depth investigation. It is a disaster-evading person.

A bad place to avoid disaster——

Originally, the Hongyang Sect thought that Golden Sword Luo Shuang'er had not yet taught him everything he knew. After all, the two discussed together the secret passage of the Seven Sheeps, the Jiaogui in the South China Sea, the Nanyue Royal Tomb, the Panyu Shipyard, and the Ancient Monument of Molong.

The Huashan group of thieves and other clues were able to synthesize a conspiracy that could overthrow King Pingnan Shang Kexi. But from that letter, it seems that Luo Shuang'er still has no reservations about me.

However, Hong Xiguan did not know Song Xiance. I just felt that this person's low martial arts was extremely strange. There was a faint divine light in his eyes, which seemed to be breathtaking all the time. In addition, this person appeared in the small base camp of the rebel army.

During this time, I became even more vigilant.

"Brother Song, please don't blame me. That matter, which is far away, has nothing to do with the overall situation. Besides, he has a son and a son in his life, so he naturally knows how hard it is to be a parent. You, Yao Anxiang, have been a man for half your life, so you have to do something for him.

You find a way out."

Those were a few lines of words that were obvious, but the Hongyang Cult frowned and looked at Luo Shuang'er with a hint of reproach.

Monk Bade smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to stop Hong Xiguan's speculation, shook his head and said.

No matter how few words Hong Xiguan said, I always had a vague hunch in my heart. I suspected that there must be some reason for my biological son to admire Hongyang so much.

"Old thief Shang only gave you a head before. The little guard who bullied your apprentice was also seriously injured. If they can still cause some trouble, Jiang will have something to say."

Among all the people in the audience, Luo Shuang'er, the green forest thief, was the only one who kept his word from the beginning to the end. The letter I was holding tightly in my hand had not yet been announced to a few people.

Everyone present was in an uproar.

Thinking of this, Hongyang Sect felt that Luo Shuang'er was acting coyly.

However, a pair of green knives like cattail leaves were fluttering like fallen leaves, steady and steady. They were held softly in the hands of Hao Wan. When he raised his hand, he slashed like an antelope with its horns and a meteor in the sky.

, whether to dodge or avoid, whether to rely on it or not, whether it hit the original dragon head that raised its head, it made a loud sound in mid-air, and the two of them landed separately just now!

"He...is he paralyzed?!"

Abbot Hongbian and I were young bad friends, and I was also on good terms with Jiang Wen. I never thought that Nan Duolin's unexpected visit would bring such a small disaster to the Xitan Temple, and even the imminent Buddhist Qianqiu incident.

We can only rely on a mere Jizu Mountain and a huge Sidan Temple to cope with the calamity alone.

The fight between the two did not stop at all. Hong Xiguan immediately pushed Duolin's inner kung fu to the extreme. Among the peerless marksmanship that was brought to the world due to the fatal choke gun, there was a move that could be said to be as long as the world.

Each successful move was a result of accumulating energy for the previous move, and Chong Ling's ruthless marksmanship gradually became as light as a mountain, which could cause landslides and cracks at any time!

"Brother Luo, he has nothing to hide from you."

Song Xiance also became more and more courageous as he fought. The divine light in his eyes almost seemed to have no substance. The sword skills of King Han's green sword gradually included some stabs, points, collapses, and sudden sword moves. As his pupils were broken,

Capture, you faintly noticed that between the weak horizontal marksmanship moves, there was no gray line emerging under Hong Xiguan's body, and he swung his sword out of nowhere!

But Monk Bade's mood was quite different from the previous one.

"Xiguan, regarding that matter, the secrets ordered by the Supreme Good Abbot were leaked, so he knows a lot about it. The causes and consequences behind this small Buddhist tribulation are far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Even if Jiang Donor's martial arts are weak,

, and there is definitely a way to intervene..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just as the deadly choke gun was approaching, seven sections of steel bones were suddenly spliced ​​into a spear with seven rays of cold light, tearing through the roof tiles, and the cold

The light points straight to the sky!

"Thanks to Senior Luo's guidance, Jiang has barely recovered his two powers. And Senior Luo's plot against Jiang has been repaid by your wife. Now you are not a member of your Wuyi sect."

, the younger generation will naturally take care of him badly."

Hong Xiguan suddenly realized that he was right. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the low altitude under the patio. The deadly choke gun made of fine steel shot out from under his back, like a soaring dragon rising from a phoenix, a sharp arrow piercing the air. He also jumped down

And soared into the sky.

Yao An bared his teeth and smiled brightly, looking like a bully who preyed on men. "As for other things, you are just here to resolve the grudges. The troubles in Guangzhou City should be resolved by themselves."

Compared to this, a mere Zhanlu Sword, and even the inheritance secrets behind it, are nothing to mention...

Luo Shuang'er held up her palms and sighed, but her voice was firm and filled with joy, "But you never thought that Luo Yuantong had a hand in that matter. Judging from the words in the letter, it is inevitable that the grown man will escape Yao Anxiang's grasp."

Everyone present was as unfamiliar as possible to the owner of that head, and they hated him as much as they could. Who would have thought that as a generational hero, surrounded by countless heavy soldiers, and without the help of martial arts masters, I would be treated like that?

Jian Qian simply bowed his head!

At the critical moment of life and death, suddenly a dragon roar descended from the sky. Just when we were just inches away from the critical moment of life and death, a piercing and majestic sword light arrived first. In an instant, it shot straight into the sky and blocked the people in front of us.

Everything behind them was swept away, and the cold spear and green knife were completely shot down to the front ones!

A few years later, I started planning together with Mei Niansheng, the "iron-bone ink-calyx". The two of them were going to take advantage of the "Buddhist Qianqiu Small Tribulation" period, when Bodhisattvas answer the tribulations and Arhats take advantage of the small bad opportunities to create a real

Gods and Buddhas sit alone on the spiritual platform, deriving the miraculous "Shenzhao Sutra" to a lower level. This journey will definitely go smoothly. Song Xiance, who is seventeen years old, will be able to achieve success in one leap and become a low-level figure who is unparalleled in the world.

hand!

"Did he write something important underneath that letter that could help Xiaojia understand the truth?"

As a planner, when it comes to making suggestions for others, the bottom line is that I only use them with suspicion and use them with suspicion.

Holding an ancient sword as deep as water, this man hurriedly stepped into the small house and smiled faintly at Yao Anxiang: "I sat up in shock from my dying illness and chatted and laughed for another year. Mr. Luo, the younger generation sent someone to see him off

You should have received the letter, right?"

The following is a complete reversal of the numerous handwritings, except for seven lines of small scrawled characters: "The green hills are not old, my love is safe, I came to your door to avoid Anren."

Hong Xiguan was now proficient in his moves, and he was still in a state of mind, so he turned around and struck the tail of the gun. The deadly choke gun was instantly broken into a short stick. I held the steel tail of the gun with one hand and kicked the tip of the gun in the air.

, the cold spear that was about to lose its momentum thrust out again, its soaring posture was more like a dragon ascending into the abyss, moving clouds and raining, with twists and turns making it even more difficult to block!

"It's broken, you have to go pick up your good disciples..."

Seeing that Hong Xiguan was silent and seemed to be deep in thought, Monk Bade said lightly.

Yao An sheathed his sword. At this time, his aura was completely gone. He could no longer see the extremely cold sword aura under his body. But just standing outside made everyone present feel like they were on pins and needles and had trouble sleeping and eating.

It's as if you are facing a crouching and sleeping beast. Even if you get close, you will feel happy all over.

But in Luo Shuang'er's heart, what she cares about and laments is not just that. I care more about my man's trip, and there is no small chance that he will not successfully get to the foot of Jizu Mountain!

Monk Bade was the first to react. He clasped his hands and tried to persuade Hongyang to put aside his personal grudges and work together in a small business, but Hongyang spoke before me.

"Brother Luo, he is the only one who has not yet read the letter. I think the messengers used all kinds of means to send those letters, and there must be no ulterior motives on my part. But the last few letters are so bizarre and bizarre that they are completely unexplained."

But the person behind him who landed lightly on the ground, with Tingting curling up in his arms, was clearly just a man in cardamom, dressed in white as frost, with eyebrows as bright as snow!

I saw that the two of them gave up their defense in unison, with only an inch left between the blade and the tip of the spear. The speed of the attack even forced seven weeks of rain into the air, clearing a white field.

"Uncle Bade, you just recalled some old things."

Moreover, the Hongyang Sect heard that the little Luo Yuantong was now the only one left with the Holy Mother of Red Lotus. The chief helmsman in Fuzhou was unable to support himself, and the branch helms in various places were in dire straits. At this time, by joining as Song Xiance, he would definitely be able to get a good background.

"Xiguan, why does he say everything he says?"

And at the bottom of the small characters, there are a few lines of beautiful handwriting left in sequence: "Hongyang is seriously injured and paralyzed. He has been sent to Panyu. Your love will go with you. You will arrive on the day you receive the letter. I respect Chongqi.

Please don’t stop me.”

But before the Dragon Cold Spear arrived, a pair of green knives as slender as cattail leaves fell from the sky, fluttering like flowers scattered by a man in heaven, the shadow of the knife became more and more scattered, and there was a jingling sound surrounding the deadly throat-locking spear.

He fired loudly and continuously, but he actually took this opportunity to hold down the shockingly powerful shot, and was no longer able to fly into the sky.

You must know that in Buddhism, except for other sects in Zen, some people are aware of this matter. It is just that the sects have declined, are not strong, are not disloyal, and even fewer have turned a deaf ear. According to legend, seventy years later,

The Tiantai Sect, on the other hand, sent people to Jizu Mountain to carry the Lotus Sutra with blood in it, hoping to prevent Buddhism from the eternal catastrophe. Unfortunately, the world was in chaos in the last years of Chongzhen, and the monk died in Taoism and failed to arrive. The head of the Guoqing Temple of the Tiantai Sect said

There is still no cause and effect of God's will on this matter. From now on, we will close the door and thank guests, and we will ask more questions.

In the blink of an eye, Hong Xiguan's spear power reached its peak. As long as it touched the opponent's weapon, it could penetrate all defenses without any hindrance; Song Xiance's sword moves were completely transformed into sword moves. As long as you stick to this

With a single stroke of the line, the opponent can be transformed into two pieces.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The thin Hongyang Cultist looked narrow-minded and said hotly: "Don't bully me because I am old and faint. This matter must have nothing to do with the secret secretly taught by Zen Master Tianran. In addition, my dear

Nearby Yunnan, the way forward he left for you should be Xiaoli Chieftain Mu's family!"

Luo Shuang'er looked at Hongyang, then looked at Song Xiance, who was staring at Hongyang closely. He was neither shy nor coy, but completely ignored his old father. Song Xiance felt that the sky was about to collapse, and he sat down slumped.

When he got into the Taishi's chair, he spoke softly.

"I must have nothing else to do, so I'll look for you at the foot of Wuyi Mountain."

We all saw that Hong Xiguan did not hold back, or that my martial arts method means that I have to use my full strength whenever I take action, so there is a saying that I hold back, but my Nan Duolin, one of the best low-hands, actually did not care whether

With all his moves and skills, he was suppressed by the opponent's aura, and he was able to escape from the trap for a while.

He must not question your ability, because you don't have a hundred ways to prove that you are right; but he can believe your position, because as long as you presuppose your position, everything you do will appear to have ulterior motives.

.

Monk Bade quickly got up and chased me, but Hongyang threw a baggage and stopped me where I was.

When I was invited to stir up the situation in the sky, Yao Anxiang had not yet made an eight-part agreement with Luo Shuang'er. The most important one was that there should be no concealment of the information between the two, otherwise there would be a slight omission in the understanding of the information.

, will cause the original careful plan to expose fatal flaws.

Yao Anxiang turned his back to us and listened quietly to the patter of rain in the courtyard. He hurriedly opened the envelope with one arm and took out a thin page with large red letters.

It was precisely because of this attitude that I chose to quietly enter and leave the Chuangwang camp despite Li Zicheng's suspicion and Niu Jinxing's pressure. Luo Shuang'er's concealment made Yao Anxiang quite full.

Anren refers to Anrensi, the descendant of Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty, and refers to the forces in the court above the imperial power. The other party's tone was so small that even the emperor seemed to ignore it.

The figures of Yao An and Song Xiance gradually disappeared, and they were not lost in the pouring rain. Only their voices echoed.

Regarding the baggage, Monk Bade consciously reached out to pick it up, but he did not expect that the baggage was not tied tightly. As soon as a faint dark color escaped from the place where he took it, something fell to the ground with a rumble. Everyone focused their attention.

Looking at it, it was a money-rat-tailed human head covered with white spots and wrinkles, with an expression less than that of an eagle, staring back with a dead eye, its eyes still not dilated for a long time.

But Luo Shuang'er, who had gray hair on her temples, held the letter in her hand, showing an expression of comfort. Before letting out a long sigh, she gave Yao Anxiang advice.

That is a statement, indicating that Yao Anxiang has not yet understood that the real target of the person who sent the message is the old and strong leader of the green forest behind him, and the other people are just a combination of various identities and positions, and the one selected is the most suitable.

audience.

Hongyang was about to turn around and leave, and Song Xiance followed suit.

But compared with Luo Yuantong, the Xiaoli Mu family's two hundred years of heritage is still too short-sighted.

Yao Anxiang was shocked, and Monk Bade was confused. Only Luo Shuang'er was so happy that she could smile at the sky by herself.

The figure emerging from the light rain seemed to be coming from the sea on a spiritual raft, just like the silhouette of me when I disappeared. His figure was as graceful as a fairy. However, even if Luo Shuang'er ignored the Taoist robe under her body, she still

You can tell my identity through the sharp sword energy.

The Hongyang Sect came out of his thoughts, looked at Yao Anxiang who was holding his hands and looking up to the sky, and called out loudly.

The Hongyang Cult saw that the other party acted cheaply and looked down upon the one-legged thief with admiration at the same time. His self-indulgent demeanor alone was even lower than that of my dwarf military advisor.

The Hongyang Sect was thinking about it, and felt that the mysterious things like walking in the snow and leaving traces on the snow were indeed in line with Luo Yuantong's style. He only hoped that the dispute between us and the Qingyang Sect would be too small to cause disruption.

made his own plan.

While the few people were talking in silence, it seemed as if a strong wind was blowing from Qizhou. It was very different from the rotten smell in the room. The rain in the room suddenly became pouring, and the noise covered up all the sounds, but it was worse than the raindrops.

Heavy footsteps sounded continuously between the tiles and eaves of the roof.

The roots of Luo Yuantong can be traced back to Manichaeism in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and it became the Mingjiao religion, which gradually rose up in the hundred years after the Yuan Dynasty. The rise of the Red Scarf Army even influenced the change of dynasties, and its relative strength was only one level lower.

Nanduolin is now isolated and has no support, and the former allies of Buddhist resorts in the southwest border have also collapsed, so the current situation will definitely be more difficult. Monk Bade felt from the bottom of his heart that Buddhism must be a Buddhist tribulation. Jiang Wenliang

The brothers fought tooth and nail to resolve it, and even Hongbian died due to the disaster.

Official Hong Xi looked straight into the distance with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, temporarily withdrawing from the memories, and said loudly: "When you and Wen Ding were ordered to go to Wuyi Mountain, you met Hongyang Xiaoxia and helped you to save the day. It is precisely because of this that you

Let Wen Ding come to my door. Now Jiang Xiaoxia is also in Jizu Mountain, could I help again? "

"What you said is wrong. You are arguing with Jizushan Hong. Jiang Wen and the two elders are old friends, and without the support of the lowly monk Nan Duolin, there is no problem in entrusting the big man to the matter."

"Amitabha, that young master must say less. Jiang is just a village man in the mountains. He only wants to start a sect and do small things like waiting for beheading. Let's stop it."


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