Chapter 143: Betting, sightseeing, alone in the tiger's den
Li Dingxun rode beside the convoy, and Su Mo sat on the handlebar. The two of them looked forward and continued to communicate.
After walking for a month, we are almost out of Guangdong.
Every time they arrived at a village or town, the team would stop and rest for half a day. However, there were very few people along the way, and most of them were natural wilderness, hills, swamps, etc.
Now we are in a canyon, with steep cliffs on both sides, and a winding Wuchuan River. Cars and horses are driving on the stone beach on the river bank, which is difficult and bumpy. Looking up, we can see the blue sky and white clouds, which is a rare good weather. There are mountains on the mountain.
The dense woods, the cliffs are covered with yellow mud rocks, overhanging vines, overgrown with moss, and wild flowers and grasses. Although the scenery is beautiful, there are also uninvited guests who disturb the peace.
Li Dingxun smiled and turned to look at Su Mo. Seeing that he looked worried, he said: "Mr. Su, don't worry. If there are some thieves who really dare to attack the team, they can be killed with a wave of hands."
There are many bandits in the mountains, and these people always like to prey on pedestrians passing by. During the period before the Pure Land calendar, such evil thieves were extremely rampant.
"The world was already in turmoil at that time, and it was understandable that such bandits appeared. However, there were exceptions, such as the years when Buddha was born." Su Mo and Li Dingxun often talked about history and characters when chatting.
"Especially after the Buddha destroyed a sect with one palm, all the evil demons in the world were frightened. The Blood Sect was even disbanded on the spot, and the demons hid themselves until the Buddha entered Nirvana."
"Why is this?"
"Nothing else. It is said that the Blood Sect provoked Shaolin when it first opened, and the Buddha was practicing in Shaolin."
The two of them remembered that the Blood Sect and others looked like they couldn't eat anything when they heard the news about the Fozi Tu Sect, and they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The wind picked up in the afternoon and clouds covered the sky again.
It rained at night and the convoy got stuck in a meadow and couldn't move.
Li Dingxun was taking a nap while leaning against the wall of the carriage. He heard the heavy sound of rain mixed with the sound of horse hooves.
"How brave!"
A tall man broke through the rain curtain, like a whale leaping out of the sea. The group of bandits who came in the dark saw only the flickering black shadow, and then a series of muffled firecrackers sounded, which was inaudible in the night rain.
Raindrops mixed with blood poured on the withered thatch in autumn, and the wet and muddy ground exuded a fishy smell, just like the mouth odor of a predator, and human flesh and bones will eventually return to the roots.
The next day, several people in the motorcade went out for convenience. When they saw the broken limbs and broken arms scattered on the ground, they screamed and ran back peeing.
Li Dingxun held a bowl of water, chewed a few mouthfuls of white rice balls, and swallowed them with water.
Su Mo's face was a little pale, "You don't have to use such force, the scene will be very ugly."
"Li Mou always adheres to the principle of simplicity. Do you know what simplicity is?"
"What is simplicity?"
"Horizontally and vertically, the strong live and the weak die."
"How can a person like you discuss Zen with you?"
"Zen is inseparable from the Tao. As long as people live in the world, the grass and trees will fall. My punch is the cause, and their death is the result. As for how ugly the death is, I don't care."
"ordinary man."
"It's just a common man, but would a gentleman be willing to accompany a common man to do a great thing in the world?"
Li Dingxun's words were upright and heroic, which made people's hearts win. Su Mo, a scholar, also felt an unprecedented surge of blood in his heart.
"You said, what's the big deal?"
"Imitate the Buddha in those days and raze the heretics to the ground."
"Blood Cult?"
"That's right! It's the Blood Cult that believes in Xiangshu."
"I can't believe your martial arts skills."
Li Dingxun laughed loudly and suddenly punched him!
A punch is like a drill, the wind whines like a ghost, and the spirit is like a mountain collapse!
"What a force!" Su Mo praised, and the ivory fan from his waist flew into his palm, opening the fan like a jade shield.
There was a fist that could break steel on one side, and a thin and tough white paper on the other. The two collided, and the wind of the fist hit a dense stream of true energy. The remaining strength was not reduced. Su Mo took advantage of the situation and retreated, not daring to resist.
"I have long heard that Shangzhen Academy has the Six Arts of Gentlemen, which are mysterious and mysterious. Is Mr. Li lucky enough to see them today?"
Su Mo shook his head, "A gentleman wears a sword and doesn't show it to others."
"It's a pity that Confucian scholars are disappointing." Li Dingxun sighed, "Since we don't want to fight with force, why not let us have a literary fight."
"That's fine."
"Just bet on whether I can kill the blood demon."
"This is not a literary fight, this is gambling."
"Just treat it as your denial. Then if I win, you can publicize this matter for me."
"Why do what?"
Li Dingxun smiled and said: "Isn't it the same for people in the world who seek fame and fortune?"
The scholar said: "If you win, I will invite you to a restaurant to drink heavily for three days as a congratulation."
"It's a deal."
"It's a deal."
…
In November, we left Guangdong and entered Fujian.
Fuzhou is a lively and prosperous place. Because there are many banyan trees in the city, it is named Banyan City.
While the convoy was resting, Li Dingxun and Su Mo took a tour and tasted delicious food.
From the famous Buddha Jumping over the Wall to the spring rolls and rice noodles sold in the streets, there is a dazzling array of things to dine on.
In December, we left Fujian and entered Jiangnan.
"The land is endowed with beautiful lakes and mountains, and it is the first state in the southeast." When you come to Hangzhou, you have to go to the West Lake, and you can't miss the West Lake vinegar fish. Rent a painting boat, cruise around the lake and enjoy the scenery, and the breeze will soothe your mind. It's a pity that I didn't come by a coincidence.
It was cloudy for two days and I couldn't see the view of Three Ponds Reflecting the Moon. It was a fly in the ointment.
…
The twelfth day of the first lunar month.
The two arrived at Jiangbei Blood Valley.
The Blood Cult was deep in a basin and swamp, and climbed over a low hill. Looking around, there were black mire everywhere, exuding miasma, so that the sky above the place was covered with a layer of gray mist, which reflected a faint light in the sunlight.
The colorful halo is like the reflection of the scales of a group of pythons, and is evil and profound.
In such dense fog that cannot be seen through, there is a silent building, like the towering back shell of an old turtle. The clouds and mist flow between the beams and pillars of the building, like a flow of turbid blood and poison, pumping the core of this heretic.
"That is the Blood Holy City." Su Mo fanned his fan, "The contemporary leader Yu Yuandi, a deputy leader, and the deputy leader's wife, these three are the mainstays of the evil path."
"Then kill three of them first."
"More than that," Su Mo shook his head, "This blood sect is quite mysterious. It has inheritance from three sects and nine streams, as well as ancient witchcraft, shamans, demon spirits, etc. Countless people want to find out, but in the end, the sect has disappeared.
The core characters in it are all Xiangshu who are possessed by demons. They will not be allowed to be reborn unless they enter the Pure Land..."
"Since they don't want to enter the Pure Land, it is reasonable to give them an immortal life. Scholar, wait here. If I don't come back in three days, then leave!"
Li Dingxun is covered in armor and standing on the top of the mountain. He does not look like a human being or a living creature, but more like a city, a majestic city.
Su Mo watched him rush down the mountain, all the way deep into the thick fog. The sound of killing was heard, mixed with thunderous howls, like a battle of thousands of armies.
