The bloody massacre started from the moment Ding Feng and Jiang Qin appeared.
The soldiers of Soochow showed strong combat effectiveness, which gave Li Yu a new understanding of the soldiers and horses of the Six Dynasties.
After the soldiers and horses were formed, the combat power displayed was not something that ordinary monks could withstand.
Especially when a famous general is in charge, he can unleash a heart-stopping fighting power.
Zhou Yu originally wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but his target was not Li Yu, but these men in black.
Of course, he would be very happy if Li Yu died and Song and Wu turned against each other and took the opportunity to occupy Jiangnan Road.
Fortunately, Li Yu and Yang Zhi, with their thousands of imperial troops, managed to hold on and successfully waited for reinforcements.
Several Soochow soldiers escorted the men in black and asked them to line up in the yard, kneel down, and behead them with swords.
Their hands and feet were tied behind their backs and they were unable to resist. Some of the impatient ones still resisted, but their hands and feet were immediately broken and their heads were chopped off with a knife.
Li Yu looked at all this coldly. The way these Soochow soldiers dealt with the men in black seemed to hate them more than himself.
A man in armor came over, holding a silver gun in his hand, and said with an expressionless expression: "The demon monk Tucheng of Eastern Wu instigated a rebellion among his men, which affected the Song envoys. Jiang Qin was ordered to come to quell the rebellion."
"You came at the right time. The Sa family has seen Soochow's hospitality."
Jiang Qin pretended not to hear and continued to command his men to behead the man in black.
An indescribable smell of blood filled the Honglu Temple, making people's stomachs churn.
Li Yu found a step and sat down. The others followed him and sat on the ground to avoid the blood.
Li Yu's spiritual energy was exhausted, which made him feel intensely uneasy. There was no place in his body that was not uncomfortable.
When others reach his level of cultivation, they usually have their own methods of recovery, or their usual rhythms, to ensure the long-term consumption of infuriating energy, but Li Yu is almost completely blank in this area. How cool it is to use Fengyue Baojian, the effect
If you can still practice dual cultivation, why bother working so hard to breathe in and out the energy and condense the true energy?
What happened today reminds Li Yu that he will not always have the opportunity to use the Fengyue Treasure Mirror. If he goes in to practice double cultivation at a critical moment of life and death, maybe the Fengyue Treasure Mirror will be picked up by someone. He must make up for this gap in time to avoid being taken away by someone else.
worn out.
Don't look at Yang Zhi charging into the battle, killing here and there, as if he is very tired. In fact, Li Yu is much more tired than him. He supports all his teammates by himself, provides shields and replenishes blood, which consumes a lot of money.
"We seem to have accidentally been involved in the struggle in Soochow."
Yang Zhi put his hands on the ground, tore off a relatively clean piece of clothing, wrapped it around the wound, and spat: "What a bad luck! When we get to Wu, we still can't get rid of this bad luck!"
Li Yu was also a little helpless. The advantages and disadvantages of taking Yang Zhi were obvious. The advantage was that he had a younger brother who could fight. The disadvantage was that he always encountered unexpected big scenes, which were thrilling and narrowly escaped death.
"I think we are being used as knives." Li Yu said with narrowed eyes.
"who?"
Li Yu didn't answer, closed his eyes, and thought of Zhou Yu playing the piano that day. This bastard was really nothing. As long as it was beneficial to Soochow, there was nothing he couldn't do.
There were people shouting everywhere inside and outside Taichu Palace, and the sound spread throughout Jianye.
"Capture the demon monk!"
"Capture the demon monk!"
Li Yu squinted his eyes and asked, "Which of you knows about the demon monk Tucheng he just mentioned?"
Li Jun and Yang Zhi both shook their heads. Li Yu raised his head and looked towards where Bai Mao was. As expected, it was empty.
At this time, in the Taichu Palace, the imperial city tower was heavily guarded, and a plaque about ten feet high hung in the middle. On it was Zhang Zhao's handwriting: Taichu Palace
Under the plaque, a monk in yellow shirt is sitting facing the door, with his hands on his knees. There is a crystal clear Buddha statue on the incense table in front of him.
Behind him is Sun Quan, surrounded by more than ten servants, protecting him in the middle.
"Shall we start?" Sun Quan couldn't help but tighten his robe, his palms were sweaty, wet and cold.
Tu Cheng nodded, slowly stepped forward, and respectfully took out a string of rosary beads from a box.
He put the rosary beads on the hand of the Buddha statue, and when he saw some strange gestures, it immediately became clear that the Buddha statue was moving the rosary beads when it was cremated.
After he was done, he took three steps back, clasped his hands together, and bent down slightly.
"After taking off the physical body of the fetal bones and bones, and burning it with fire, it is the soul. Now I have completed ten lifetimes of suffering and purified the six realms of dust in the three realms."
"My Buddha is back!"
In Sun Quan's eyes full of hope, a subtle golden light appeared in the sky, like a golden thread, passing down from the sky and landing on the top of the Buddha's bone relic in Taichu Palace.
The treasure in the picture is solemn. He points his finger in the air, and a golden light shines. A giant wheel-like treasure mirror emerges. The mantra on the mirror shines, and several rays of golden light shine directly outside the Taichu Palace.
All the people in Jianye raised their heads to watch the vision coming from the sky, and the city was filled with fragrance.
The sky became more colorful, with two phoenixes flying side by side, soaring in the sky, accompanied by bursts of dragon roars, auspicious beasts like clouds, auspicious clouds like rain, Sanskrit sounds, and countless petals falling from the sky.
The heaven and earth hum in harmony, and the goddess scatters flowers. This is a vision that only occurs when Buddhists make grand wishes.
Li Yu also stood up and stared blankly at the sky. This kind of grand scene was much more magnificent than when Zuo Ci became an immortal.
"What's this?"
No one could answer him, everyone stared at all this with their mouths open. Those auspicious signs lasted for less than half a quarter of an hour, and all the golden light converged into a line again.
At this time, the Buddha bone relics on the incense table made a strange noise, which seemed to be the sound of joints.
The crystal relic body is slowly filled with flesh and skin. This complete body is not huge, and even looks a little thin. Compared with the Tathagata elephants enshrined in the main halls of various temples, it looks like a child.
An insubstantial golden dragon wrapped around his body, and then a golden-armored god appeared, still ethereal and transparent, but with a divine martial spirit like a heavenly immortal, surrounding him together with the golden dragon.
The golden light continued, and another fairy walked out of it. She was wearing black clothes and sleeves that were several feet long. She was floating lightly, flying in the air, a dynamic Dunhuang flying fairy. She also joined the team surrounding the Buddha's body.
The fourth golden-winged roc has a wish-fulfilling bead in its forehead, spitting flames from its mouth, and its roar is louder than thunder.
The fifth thick python.
The sixth one looks human but not human, with horns growing on his head.
The seventh girl is dressed in feathers and filled with fragrance.
The eighth ink-armored war god.
Eight virtual statues floated back and forth around the body of Shariputra.
"Eight Heavenly Dragons" Sun Quan muttered softly.
Suddenly, a strange phenomenon reappeared in the sky, and two thick purple thunders with a diameter of nine feet crashed down. Black clouds rolled in, and the entire Jianye City shook. Countless houses collapsed, and countless lives were lost or injured.
The purple thunder struck the golden light with earth-shattering power!
Suddenly, the eyes of the relic Buddha statue opened.
