Dawn in the Immortal Mountain Chapter 68 : Iron shoulders shoulder morality
Tianzang Mountain.
There is an open space just below the summit.
At this moment, the surrounding area was filled with joy.
The disciples of the Demon Sect, the members of the Witch God Sect, and the demonic beasts were drinking and laughing among each other.
The fluttering red cloth also exudes a cheerful atmosphere, as if it is preparing to welcome something in the wind.
Above the crowd, in front of a screen and above Putian, is a monk.
The monk clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and recited Buddhist sutras that no one could understand.
Beside the monk, there is a Zen staff with a solemn appearance.
As the breeze blows, the dharma ring on the Zen staff clangs.
The sound is obviously not very loud, but it seems to be able to reach extremely far away places.
I don’t know how long passed in such joy and laughter, but the monk finally opened his extremely calm eyes and softly pronounced the name of the Buddha.
The Buddha's name fell.
Everyone in the house was silent.
The person on the left hand side of the monk is a disciple of the Demon Sect named Xiong Kui who is wearing mysterious clothes and has a tall build. His muscles seem to contain tyrannical power.
The way he practices is to use his powerful body to push through all kinds of magic.
His voice was also very rough, "Monk Luo Shi, is it almost time?"
While speaking, Xiong Kui looked towards the peak, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Monk Luo Shi shook his head slightly, looked towards the outside of the mountain with a pair of Dharma eyes, and said: "A guest has come from outside the mountain."
His voice was very soft, giving people the feeling that he was going out to greet you.
But no matter who is here, they all know that the monks from Dazhou are coming to disrupt the situation again.
At this time.
A tiger monster with a tiger face stood up from his seat, slammed the cup in his hand, handed over to Xiong Kui and a woman wearing a purple gauze scarf on the left, and said: "I will go down and stop them now.
They will not be allowed to destroy the emergence of Naga Dragon Lord."
Yes, he is the Lord of Hollow Mountain who gathers all the monsters to roar in the forest.
But it was obvious that whether it was the monk, Xiong Kui, or the Zisha witch, their status was above him.
"There is no need to rush,"
Monk Luo Shi held the rosary in his hand and said softly: "There is still some distance from Tianzang Mountain. Naga Dragon Lord is about to come out. You must not be impatient. Just stick to the mountain and remember not to be lured away from the mountain."
"Is the Master preparing to bathe in the Dragon Pond?"
The purple gauze witch has a graceful figure, and her eyes are full of charm.
"good,"
Monk Luo Shi did not look at him, his expression remained calm, and he said: "Please help me, Wuyan Donor, to bring up the last batch of mortals. The poor monk must select them personally. Otherwise, if it affects the emergence of Naga Dragon Lord, our situation will become worse."
It’s very difficult.”
"snort!"
Xiong Kui crushed the cup in his hand and said: "As long as Naga Dragon Master comes out, none of those dogs outside the mountain will be left alive, especially that bastard Zhuang Ance. I, old bear, will definitely eat their flesh and thirst for their blood!"
Looking at his fierce look, you can tell how much he hates Zhuang Ance.
Also, Zhuang Ance's status was not low when he was in the Xiaoyao Sect, and he represented the Xiaoyao Sect and negotiated with their Demon Sect on the spiritual mine and spiritual herb business many times.
As you come and go, we gradually develop some friendship with each other.
But when the imperial court was attacking the Xiaoyao Sect, the Demon Sect sent people to rescue them.
However, Zhuang Ance informed the court of his final whereabouts, causing the Demon Sect to suffer heavy losses.
Several of Xiong Kui's friends also died among them. He now naturally hates Zhuang Ance, not to mention that Zhuang Ance has brought people to destroy their big plan of the three religions.
...
About sixty ordinary mortals were brought to the scene under the escort of a dozen wizard guards.
An old wizard with a lush beard came over mysteriously carrying a basin of water.
Then a strange sound came out of his mouth that normal people couldn't understand. It was even more difficult to distinguish than when a Buddhist monk chanted sutras.
While chanting, the wizard dipped a vine into water and sprinkled it on the mortal body.
More than sixty mortals had their feet bound with iron chains.
Men and women, ranging from old men in their sixties to young children.
Fear, helplessness, fear, helplessness, and other expressions appear on different people's faces.
Some people tried to lie down on the ground and beg for mercy, but in the end they were met with heartbreaking pain.
A child who looked to be only nine years old was struggling on the chain, screaming and crying.
"Noisy!"
The woman named Wu Yan became irritated when she heard this. When she raised her hand, a poisonous insect flew into the child's mouth. Then the child fell to the ground, and his cry turned into a howl.
"brute!"
An old man cursed, turned around and hugged the wailing child on the ground with concern.
A woman stepped forward and touched the child gently as if she were protecting her own child, hoping to alleviate the child's pain in this way.
There is no doubt about it.
This doesn't make any sense.
But at this moment, their original fear suddenly disappeared.
They surrounded the child one after another, protecting him in the middle.
A young scholar looked at a group of jackals, tigers and leopards without fear and said: "Monster, I know we are no match for you, but as long as there is still a young man here, you can't hurt the old people, girls and children behind us.
!”
As soon as this statement came out.
Only then did they realize that the group of people stood in a circle, with young men on the outside, young women on the inside, old people next, and young children at the end.
"Kekeke,"
Wu Yan seemed to have seen something very interesting, so he smiled and waved a ray of light over.
The scholar's left arm was cut off in an instant.
Intense pain suddenly swept through the scholar's body, and he screamed in pain, but he did not fall down.
Wu Yan was a little surprised. He didn't see the result he wanted, so he cut off the scholar's other arm with another move.
However, the man still stood there unswervingly, like an iron wall, and looked at Wu Yan forcefully and said: "The iron shoulders carry morality, the heroic spirit is still too weak, and the loyalty will shine through the ages. This is the essence of the human race, and it is also the human race."
Cultivator's Taoist Heart, you... are obviously... not a human being!"
The last sentence is sarcastic.
After saying this, the scholar fell down.
But he didn't fall down yet because there were people behind him.
The one who walked up was still a young man. He looked directly at Wu Yan resolutely. He was not afraid of this devil.
Moreover, he smiled, "I served in the army in the north and saw horned demon cubs with horns on their heads who wanted to destroy the human race. It seems that you are just like a foreign race!"
He picked up a wooden stick from the ground, as if he was holding a military spear, and said forcefully: "Then, now I am the Great Wall in the north guarding the human race. As long as..."
"Noisy!"
Before he finished speaking, the man's head was chopped off.
"What is it, just you? The Great Wall?"
Demon Sect Xiong Kui laughed mockingly. His sect was blocked outside the Great Wall. He knew how powerful the Great Wall was. It was really ridiculous for a mortal to say such things.
Obviously, he had forgotten that most of the people on the Great Wall were mortals without any cultivation.
Many little demons also started laughing. In their eyes, this was a good performance.
After the man fell, there were instinctive screams from the crowd.
But after the instinct passed, Wu Yan still didn't see the panicked crowd trying to escape. Instead, there was another person standing in the place of the dead man.
He is still a man, with strong unyielding and fearless look in his eyes.
It seemed to be telling Wu Yan that if he continued to torture them in this way, they would definitely come forward one after another.
Wu Yan didn't smile this time.
It wasn't that she felt something suddenly, but she discovered that among the crowd, there was a girl who acted very calmly from beginning to end.
Moreover, in the laughter of everyone just now.
The girl looked at the wizard guards standing on both sides.
The wizard guard in the girl's eyes actually clenched his fists, as if he was holding back his anger.
