Chapter 388 Under the white clouds and dogs, who can survive?
Chapter 388 Under the white clouds and gray dogs, who can survive?
Yueshan is located at the junction of Nanze, Mingjiao and Yueshan counties, near the confluence of three rivers. There were ancient Buddhist relics and the Mingya Buddhist Grotto, which is the largest seated Buddha monument in Chi County.
At noon, the sun hangs high in the sky, casting down scorching rays of light, illuminating the sky brightly.
At this time, in a valley to the north of Yueshan, adjacent to Yueshan County, a dozen people were gathering.
Phew!
The eagle's cry, which pierced the sky, exploded in the forest, causing birds to fly in all directions.
I saw a stream of fire falling from top to bottom in the valley. Under everyone's gaze, it finally fell next to a man in the center.
It has red feathers, a golden beak, white feathers between its brows, and a wingspan of ten meters. It is a ferocious bird of different species.
The blazing blood and the ferocity exuding from his body are enough to frighten people's minds even when they are more than ten meters away.
However, among the dozen or so martial arts masters in the valley, the weakest and also the masters, they just shook their eyes, then retracted their gaze and placed it on the stone pedestal next to the fierce bird again.
A handsome man with long shawl hair tied high into a ponytail, wearing a red robe, with his hands behind his back, stood in front of a stone seat, looking at the mountains in the distance.
The man has fair skin and phoenix eyes with red eyeshadow. He looks very strange, but the strong muscles exposed at the lapel of the red robe and a finger-long scar on the left face add a bit of ferocity to the man.
"I don't care whether it is a disaster or a blessing, but without it, except for some caves, heavens, blessed places, and vast mountains, where would you see such wild mountains and rivers?" The man sighed softly,
"The way of heaven is vast and the way of martial arts is vast. Everything is just like in ancient times, when all things worked hard to conquer the sky. No matter what the disadvantages are, this world is the best for us warriors."
"No matter how good the world is, if it is like quicksand in your hand and cannot be grasped, it is better to let it fly in the wind to avoid dirtying your hands."
Suddenly, the shadow under the flaming eagle beside him began to squirm, and a man in black robes walked out from underneath.
His head is like a small black snake with dreadlocks hanging down behind his back, and his figure is extremely strong, giving people a sense of strength.
"What? Things have changed?" Situ Kong frowned.
"That day, the unknown Taoist released nine hexagram diagrams, corresponding to the nine earthquake spiritual fields. We got three of them, and the other two areas that needed to be cleaned up and conquered were very smooth. However, in the area to the south, there were three people missing.
Got the news." The man with the dreadlocks said softly.
"Who is it? Who is it? Where is it?" Situ Kong narrowed his eyes, "Could it be those sneaky people from the Black Buddhism?"
"The location is the Gaoshan Temple area. The person in charge is Guanyang Iron Hand Wang Songtao. The master's strength in the three levels is very good." The man with dreadlocks answered, frowned and shook his head:
"I don't think it's black Buddhism. If it's really black Buddhism, at least someone at the Dharma Protector level would take action. Otherwise, there won't be any news about the masters of the three levels.
I found some interesting news. It seems that Gaoshan Temple is somewhat related to the Lingtai Sect. Could it be someone from the Lingtai Sect over there?" he analyzed.
"No!" After saying this, Situ Kong directly objected, "According to my information, the people coming from the Lingtai Sect this time are Bi Xuejun and Huijing from the Cihang lineage, Chongxu from the Zhengyi lineage, and Wang Fu from the Lingtai lineage.
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The four of them set out together, riding on dragon horses, but they had not yet arrived at the three counties."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sound broke through the air.
I saw a black shadow quickly coming from outside the valley.
The speed was so fast that he arrived in front of Situ Kong in one step.
This is a bald man with a tall frame. He is wearing stone armor and looks very mighty.
"Situ Daozi, Wei Zhenzhuan, there is important news. It was previously reported that the place where the three-inch Bodhi root spiritual field was located, it was confirmed that everyone present was dead, including the four-fingered star-picking Situ Situ Kong."
In the end, even the brave bald man felt a little embarrassed because the person in front of him was also named Situ Kong.
But after seeing that the other party didn't care, he took a deep breath and continued:
"According to the news, the person who did it is the black Buddhist protector, Yun Tan."
This time, Situ Kong's expression changed slightly and he raised his eyebrows, "Black Buddhist Yun Tan? I remember, didn't he always stay at the Yuzhou Black Buddhist General Forum? Now he's here too?"
"Although the news is completely confirmed, it is 90% certain that the other party seems to have known the location of Xia Dian for a long time and secretly set up an ambush. During the surprise attack, many people were tricked!
Among them, there were no less than four master masters like Four Fingers Reaching for Stars. Even the strongman Xuanyuan Potian, who had just broken through to the Grand Master level, was directly killed by a sneak attack. In fact, it was Xuanyuan Potian who made some noise when he died.
Only then did I and other informants discover the truth." The bald man spoke very clearly and quickly explained the cause and result of the incident.
"Xuanyuan Potian is dead, black Buddhism Yuntan?" Situ Kong's eyes narrowed slightly. "Interesting and interesting, this truly certain moment of leisure has attracted many ghosts, ghosts and snake gods!"
"Xuanyuan Potian, I have some impressions of this person. The genius of the Xuanyuan clan has been extremely powerful since he was a child. Since he was practicing martial arts and building a foundation at the age of fifteen, he has reached one level in a month and has become a half-master at the age of sixteen. However, after failing to break through to the master's level,
Due to unknown reasons, his body gradually weakened, and he fell from genius to waste.
However, the Xuanyuan family did not give up on him. Three years later, it was discovered that he had acquired the inheritance of an ancient mysterious sect, and had just absorbed the essence and blood and his cultivation had regressed.
After finding out the cause, the Xuanyuan family spent a lot of money to go to Yuqing Mountain, our sect, to settle all the causes and effects. The boy soared into the sky, and he really lived up to the expectations of the Xuanyuan family. He rebuilt all the way, starting from the physical realm, and broke through one after another. Last year, he broke through the big...
Grandmaster, Chengda Zizuo, his strength is quite good, but I didn’t expect that he died.”
The man with the dreadlocks, named Wei Xi, nodded and slowly recalled the origin of Xuanyuan Potian, sighing with regret at the end.
"Under the white clouds and dogs, who among millions of warriors can survive? The leader of the Huangtian Sect will die, so why should he be an exception? Just because of his unique and effective circumstances?
If we really want to talk about this, if the life experiences of people at our level were spread, wouldn't they all be the heroic protagonists of the story as told by storytellers?" Situ Kong disagreed.
"Whether it's black Buddhism or anyone else, since the real troubled times are coming, let's just have a good fight and watch the mantis stalk the cicada, or the snipe and the clam, and see who can defeat them with force."
He said and turned to look at Wei Xi.
"Whoever is over there at Gaoshan Temple has touched my people. Since there is no explanation for it, let's give him a way to die. Isn't Xing Yuanzhao over there? Let him go for a visit, and that will count as his death.
Submit your certificate!"
Wei Xi frowned, "Are you really planning to accept Xing Yuanzhao? Although this person is strong, he has a bad reputation. If you really accept him, even you will be criticized when you return to the clan."
"Do you think I care about those people who gossip?" Situ Kong asked back. He always believed that strength is the king.
"If he continues to act like he did before and bring shame to our sect, I'm afraid it will be more than just a matter of questioning." Wei Xi said in a deep voice.
Xing Yuanzhao's background is not ordinary. His name is Izumo Jiaolong. He is a Taizhou martial artist. He is the master of Linyun Martial Arts School of the 7th Martial Arts School. His strength has long been that of a great master.
The reason why his reputation is so bad is that not long ago, in the battle of Baize City in Huaizhou, Yuan Shoudao led the Taizhou martial arts to fight against the Qianyu Jiezu Shenshan. The battle was not defeated, so he took the lead in sneaking away and became a deserter, crossing the river all the way to Huaizhou.
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Although this kind of behavior allowed him to save his life in that unprecedented battle, his reputation was really ruined. No one in the Taizhou Wulin, even the Huaizhou Wulin, looked down upon him.
In other words, it's just rat shit now.
If he hadn't been too strong and kept to himself, he would have been caught and beaten by the powerful masters in Huaizhou who couldn't stand him.
In Wei Xi's opinion, there was really no need to provoke him.
"It's okay. If he still can't get on the stage like that, I'll personally send him down to see Yuan Shoudao." Situ Kong, who was dressed in red robe, narrowed his red eye shadow and gently said murderous words.
An Izumo dragon is indeed very powerful, but that's all. If he really doesn't obey, he will be killed. Anyway, this kind of dog-like character, like a rootless duck, is the easiest to kill because he is not so
A winding relationship.
On the contrary, if he is obedient and can be driven by him cheaply, he will not mind giving him a place to stay.
Gaoshan Temple.
A hidden courtyard in the backyard.
The faint moonlight shines on the ground like water, and the bamboo leaves that have not withered on the bamboo forest in the courtyard are swaying, casting bamboo shadows.
Between the bamboo shadows and the moonlight, there is a light green and black mist floating.
Two different mists are also intertwining and merging, eventually turning into a chaotic gray.
Wisps of gray aura infected the surroundings, and even the flawless moonlight seemed to be polluted, and began to twist and deform around Lin Mo.
Finally, in the shallow breath, ripples and whirlpools form like lake water.
He moved a little louder and took a deep breath, sucking all the chaos into his nose like a whale.
"Is that all?"
Lin Mo opened his eyes, green flashed in his pupils, and his eyes fell on Wang Songtao in front of him.
"Every sentence is true, absolutely...there is absolutely no lie"
Wang Songtao was still in extremely poor health at this time, and he was suffering from an unknown poison when he performed the secret technique. If Lin Mo hadn't fed him some antidote in time, he would have died long ago.
Even so, the poison has not been eliminated and it is still constantly fighting against the energy in the body.
The price of this is that the stable inner heaven and earth begin to become chaotic, just like being drunk, making you feel dizzy and nauseous.
Lin Mo looked thoughtful.
"You mean this so-called map was made by a young Taoist who ran a 'Book of Changes fortune-telling' stall?" he asked.
Wang Songtao supported his head and nodded, "This man calls himself Hetu Taoist. He only ran a small stall that day. Because he was young, not many people were willing to pay attention to him. He even got rubbed a few times by a few reckless men because of his bad words.
In the end, if there is a good luck, you will be given one gold, if there is good luck, you will be given one silver, if there is a small luck, you will be given one penny, if there is a bad luck, you will be given no money."
He started to remember, but the more he used his head, the more disgusting he felt in his heart.
"So, a dozen people later tried to join in the fun, but this guy was just like a fool. He made a big calculation and then got beaten and ran away.
But before escaping, he put out two maps. He said they were spiritual maps, which turned out to be true. One was the source of the three-inch Bodhi root. Then he put seven more maps, and they disappeared when people wanted to find them.
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"I Ching fortune teller? Young Taoist? No money for bad luck?"
Lin Mo's expression became a little strange as he listened.
Why did he become more and more familiar with this person the more he thought about it? Wasn't he the same person he met in Huaiping and Yuntianhe before?
At that time, he also made a fortune, and a big disaster came for him.
Lin Mo naturally didn't believe it, so he responded directly and didn't take it to heart.
Is it possible that the other party is really capable?
"Sir, I can't hold it anymore. If you have anything else to ask, please speak up."
A weak voice came.
Wang Songtao sat down on the ground with his feet spread out gracefully, looking very embarrassed.
He was really afraid of Lin Mo.
Originally, he thought that if the opponent wanted to subdue him, he should hold out for a few rounds before being subdued, so that he could appear loyal and knowledgeable.
What he didn't expect was that Lin Mo didn't mention anything about subduing him at all, and just poisoned him!
I've been poisoned all day!
He, who calls himself a tough guy, can hardly stand it anymore.
"Tell me more about how your Fire Alliance's forces are distributed."
Lin Mo was startled, looking at Wang Songtao, whose arrogant and straight yellow hair was wrinkled and stuck to his forehead, he really didn't have any intention of torture, so he asked directly.
After all, yesterday was just an endless practice and I just forgot about it.
Wang Songtao was granted amnesty.
"The strongest person in the Fire Alliance is naturally Situ Kong. As a Taoist, he has personally killed a large number of beast kings in the Grandmaster realm since he entered the mountain.
Secondly, there was a man named Wei Xi, whose specific strength was unknown, and the other party did not take much action.
There will be another great master after that, and that person is a bit special."
"Oh? What special method?" Lin Mo became interested and asked.
"His name is Xing Yuanzhao, and he is a martial artist from Taizhou."
As he spoke, he told his origins.
While talking, Wang Songtao also looked disdainful.
He considers himself a tough guy, so he naturally looks down on weaklings like Xing Yuanzhao.
If it were him, he would at least kill a few Thousand Feather Realm Beast Demon Demon Dao on the front, no, side battlefield, and then retreat first.
Is there any reason to just run away without being beaten?
"You mean this person is the person in charge of the spiritual field at Gaoshan Temple?" After hearing this, Lin Mo's expression did not change significantly and he asked directly.
Wang Songtao seemed to see Lin Mo's thoughts and said directly:
"With Xing Yuanzhao's experience, it is natural that he is not looked down upon by others. Even Situ Daozi is not willing to take him under his command so easily. However, after all, his strength is extraordinary, so he will harm both sides. Whichever is the lesser, he will be sent to the periphery.
Deal with this spiritual field."
Lin Mo nodded lightly. He has been in this world for so long, so he naturally knows that although martial arts is important, reputation is not important either.
This is also the reason why Huai Wuqi found a decent name even if he rebelled.
"Sir, don't think too much about it. But if you don't leave, I'm afraid that treacherous villain will definitely come to Gaoshan Temple. When the time comes."
Wang Songtao thought for a moment, finally made up his mind and spoke.
But at the end of the sentence, I didn’t know how to continue.
In fact, he had already guessed Lin Mo's identity.
It should be a senior monk from the Lingtai Sect, of course...a senior monk with more ruthless methods.
This is also the reason why he cooperates so happily, otherwise with his strong bones, he would never surrender just because of a little poisonous pain.
But even so, the words that followed were somewhat unspeakable.
"Then we can see whether his bones are hard or soft?"
Before he hesitated, he saw Lin Mo's eyes turning, looking at him, and said calmly.
It seems that the February coin counting activity has started again. There is no frivolous formality. The method is simple. Anyone who is interested can participate. Good night!