Holy Ruins Part 1 The Dynasty of God is about to Collapse
Chen Dong's new book "Holy Ruins" has been registered. Let's take a look first and start uploading the text and excerpts tomorrow.
The following article is not the content of a new book, it is a short martial arts article written by Chen Dong before. I am releasing it for everyone to take a look at.
Temples are decaying, eunuchs are in power, rebels are rising, the world is in chaos, mountains and rivers are broken, wars are raging, and people are in dire straits.
The divine dynasty is dying, the state is about to collapse, and the princes have risen together. The three pillars of Qin, Han, and Qi want to change the world and replace it with the divine dynasty.
In troubled times, do you want to unify the country and achieve eternal prosperity, or do you walk with your sword and be proud and drunk?
A silver plate hangs high, bright and clear.
The mountains are undulating but not majestic. They are adjacent to several mountain villages. The birds are singing at night, making it more and more quiet.
The moonlight is like water, and the mountains are pale and hazy, as if there is a thin layer of smoke. One of the low mountains has little vegetation and strange rocks. There are only a few ancient trees with their branches stretched toward the sky, and there are not many leaves.
There is a piece of bluestone on the top of the mountain, which shines brightly in the moonlight. There is a young man sitting cross-legged on it, with his upper body flexed. His body is bronze, strong and powerful, his face is like a knife, with clear lines, he is very heroic, and his head is like a waterfall.
Black hair hangs naturally.
He closed his eyes tightly, motionless as a pine tree, and breathed to the moon. Every once in a while, white air would rush out from between his mouth and nose, moving around his body like a dragon, emitting bursts of thunder, making people not far away.
Every ancient tree shook violently.
Gu Tianshu has been practicing since he was a child. He is now twenty-one years old. He breathes in and practices Qi and practices diligently. In the past two years, he has lived in Taoyuan Village and lived like a hermit. He rarely leaves the village except to enter the village.
Apart from hunting in the mountains to obtain the necessities of life, spiritual practice is all he has.
"Buzz"
The whole mountain trembled. Gu Tianshu breathed out the last of his innate essence, turned into a silver bolt and rushed up into the night sky, like a dancing dragon. It took a long time before he took it back into his body.
The lingering sound was like ancient chariots rolling across the sky, gradually moving away. The ancient tree not far away was finally knocked down by the airflow, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust.
Gu Tianshu opened his eyes, and there were like two lightning bolts under the night moon. His eyes were very bright, with the energy of a young man but also a certain poise that was not consistent with his age.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. He stood up, then spread his wings like a roc, soared across the sky, and fell down the mountain. A clear glow spread all over his body, like a meteor with a long tail, entering the village.
Taoyuan Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. On weekdays, chickens and dogs hear each other, their hair is yellow and their hair is drooping, and they are enjoying themselves, just like a paradise in the world.
However, in recent days, there has been an unusual atmosphere, and the villagers have been uneasy. Half a month ago, a village dozens of miles away was looted, and more than a dozen people lost their lives.
Traveling Taoist priests say that the country is about to collapse and the world is in chaos. Even such a remote mountain village can no longer be a pure land and will be affected sooner or later.
It was late at night, the village was very quiet, and most people had fallen asleep, but suddenly there was a lot of noise from the neighboring village, with roosters crowing and dogs barking, followed by bursts of crying, and fires shooting into the sky, creating a chaos.
Faintly visible, silhouettes of people leaping, swords flashing, fierce bandits entering the village, burning, killing and looting everywhere, helpless women and children crying, old people crying out sadly, piercing the night sky.
Moreover, a small group of bandits came straight towards Taoyuan Village, holding torches and sharp blades, their cold light flashing.
The villagers were alarmed, panicked, and trembling with fear. Seeing the black shadows rushing towards them, they were all frightened.
Gu Tianshu carried the iron sword on his back and quickly reached the outside of the village with a step of more than ten feet. His eyes flashed with cold electricity, he opened his mouth and let out a light scolding, and a white innate essence spurted out, rushing away like a silver dragon.
This bandit was shot away like a scarecrow, with all his bones broken, and he coughed up blood in the air. When he landed on the ground, he was completely breathless and lost his life.
Gu Tianshu rushed into the neighboring village at lightning speed and came to the rescue. He waved the iron sword in his hand mercilessly at the bandits, killing one person in ten steps. Blood flowers bloomed one after another, and people kept falling in a pool of blood.
He lived in seclusion here and knew the simplicity of the nearby villagers. He hated the murderers who burned, killed and looted like this. He showed no mercy at all. His sword energy was illusive, the cold light was dazzling, and it was bone-piercing.
"Grandpa..." A young child, no more than four or five years old, cried loudly while guarding a skinny corpse.
The old man had stopped breathing a long time ago and had gray hair. He supported the ground with his calloused palms and protected the child underneath with his narrow hunched back.
There was a shocking wound on his back, which was as deep as the bone. The blood stained the ground red. His usual kind smile was long gone. His head drooped weakly, and his white hair was stained with blood.
"Grandpa, wake up, Dongdong only has you, we depend on each other, don't leave me..." The child cried until he became hoarse, his young face covered with tears. The courtyard was already filled with flames, but he refused to leave.
go.
Gu Tianshu felt sad for a while. In the troubled times, human life is worth more than grass. In such remote villages, thieves are rampant and enter the village to commit crimes. This is not the first time. Many tragedies in the world have come from this.
"Child, don't cry..." He stepped forward and picked up the child, left the sea of fire, and placed him on the street.
There were cries everywhere, women, children and the elderly were crying helplessly. Fires were shooting into the sky. The whole village was miserable. The bandits had not left yet and were still looting and killing.
"Zheng"
The long sword was unsheathed, like a bolt of lightning in the night sky. Gu Tianshu handed the child to a frightened villager, and fought into the group of murderers with his sword.
"Anyone who dares to resist will be slaughtered by me!" A bandit leader shouted, his eyes flashing fiercely, the knife in his hand was cold and the air-conditioning was overwhelming.
"puff"
A wave of blood rose up to a height of more than two meters. Gu Tianshu separated the corpse of a thief with a sword, and a blood-stained head flew six or seven meters away.
"puff"
The sword light in Gu Tianshu's hand was dazzling, falling down like a galaxy, cutting off the shoulder of a murderer. A large amount of blood and the upper body with a frightened expression flew several meters away, falling into a pool of dust and blood.
"Everyone, come with me and kill this man!" The bandit leader saw something unusual, shouted loudly, and ordered everyone to come together to besiege.
A cold light flashed in Gu Tianshu's eyes, and the long sword flew across the sky. The light of the sword soared into the sky, like a white waterfall, cutting across the road ahead. With a powerful sweep, more than a dozen people were cut in half.
The bandit leader turned pale with fright. Knowing that he had met a master, he turned around and left, refusing to stay a step longer, but he could not escape at all.
A sword shone coldly in the night sky and struck down. He was cut into two halves on the spot. His two well-proportioned bodies fell to both sides, with blood gushing out.
All the thieves who entered the village to commit murder were frightened and turned around to run away. However, eight rays of sword light burst out, accompanied by a string of blood flowers. Only one person was still alive, and the rest fell to the ground.
"Child, my child..." A young woman held a cold-bodied baby, crying and laughing with bare feet, and then fell to the ground, sobbing loudly.
"Grandpa God, you are so unfair!" an old man cried, with tears streaming down his wrinkled face. His son, daughter-in-law and a granddaughter all fell into a pool of blood and were swallowed up by the fire.
"Grandpa... Wuwu... We depend on each other, don't leave Dongdong..." The child who was carried out by Gu Tianshu was full of tears. He opened his little hands and reached into the sea of fire. He was stopped by the old man behind him who had lost all his children. They all shed tears.
Full face.
Gu Tianshu felt sour in his heart. Although he had the magical ability to kill enemies, he had no magical skills to save people. People could not be resurrected after death, and he was powerless.
After careful interrogation, he beheaded the thief who was still breathing, and strode away with an iron sword on his back. There was a cry of sorrow behind him. Although he wanted to kill the enemy with iron blood, he couldn't bear to witness this scene.
In this late night, Gu Tianshu was running like lightning, his body flowing with a clear light, echoing the sun, moon and stars in the sky. His feet were three inches above the ground, and he rushed towards Luoying Village dozens of miles away like a stream of light.
He learned from the last thief that although this group of bandits was formed recently, it was quite powerful. There were people behind it and there were more than 200 desperadoes gathered together.
The mountains are very steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is not a problem at all for Gu Tianshu. He walks like a dragon and tiger, ape leaps and an eagle rushes, carrying a long sword, and climbs to Luoying Village.
Thinking of the innocent villagers, the villagers who died in vain, and the tragic situation of families being destroyed, his eyes were cold, and he killed with a single sword from the entrance of the village. In an instant, the sword energy shot into the sky, and a vast white field illuminated the entire mountain top.
Screams came one after another, breaking the tranquility of the night sky. It was a bloody night, and the entire Luoying Village was shrouded in death.
Gu Tianshu killed ten times in one step, and when the angry sword came out, the mountains and rivers turned pale, the sun and the moon lost their light, and only the vast sword energy rolled on the top of the mountain, falling down like meteorites in pieces.
"ah……"
Screams kept coming and going, and these desperadoes were terrified. In this troubled world, there were people more ruthless than them. A single sword flash of cold light would kill many people, as ruthless as Shura.
"Qiang"
Finally, a Toutuo rushed out, with a striking scar on his face, and used a crescent shovel that shone with blood to resist Gu Tianshu's iron sword. Suddenly, sparks shot out, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the light shone, and it was dazzling.
The leader of the bandits was a Toutuo, which was beyond Gu Tianshu's expectation, and he was a great master. The heavy crescent shovel in his hand danced, the mountain wind roared, the light was vast, and the murderous aura filled the world.
"puff"
A ray of sword light flew up, like a flying fairy from the sky. The iron sword in Gu Tianshu's hand had the potential to collapse the sky, splitting the crescent moon shovel, smashing the Tutuo into pieces, and splattering blood on the stone cliff.
That night, dead bodies lay everywhere in Luoying Village, and the ground was red. More than 200 desperadoes were all killed, and no one could escape.
In the early morning, a ray of red light appeared on the horizon, the sun broke free and climbed up, and the mist lingered in the mountains and forests.
The red sun is gushing thinly, and the dewdrops are rolling on the grass leaves and flowers. They are crystal clear and colorful in the morning glow, which is really beautiful.
Gu Tianshu relied on his sword to stand alone. There were corpses at his feet, and his body was stained red by the blood mist. He killed all the thieves, but he didn't feel any relief.
Now, the world is in chaos, wars are raging, and the divine dynasty is about to decay. The Qin, the Han, and the Qi have all risen together, trying to replace the decadent dynasties that exist in name only.
Even the foreign tribes in the northern grasslands were restless. They supported horse thieves in the Central Plains and allowed them to burn, kill, loot and bring chaos to the world. They waited for the right time to raise their troops and march south.
Daguangming Temple is a holy place for spiritual practice. Gu Tianshu never thought that they would have something to do with the northern grassland.
"Luoyingzhai is just one of them. There are other horse thieves, all supported by Daguangming Temple." Gu Tianshu looked into the distance.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it's done, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name.
No one knew that Luoying Village was wiped out by one person and an iron sword overnight, becoming a cloud of history and no longer existing. Otherwise, it would shock the world.
Gu Tianshu left Taoyuan Village just as he came, carrying only an iron sword on his back and embarked on the road calmly.
The divine dynasty exists in name only, the world is in chaos, rebel armies are rising, Qin, Han, and Qi are working hard, and wars are everywhere. Where will he go and what path will he take?
The silver saddle shone on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Gu Tianshu let the horse gallop, and after half a month he arrived outside the Daguangming Temple, a holy place for spiritual practice in the Central Plains. This is an ancient temple with a thousand years of history. It has been baptized by wars and dynasties have changed, but it has always stood firm.
There is an immortal master born in this world, which is a pure land for cultivation.
As the sun sets, the entire ancient temple is dyed with a layer of golden brilliance, solemn and sacred, as if it is transcendent from the world and inviolable.
In addition to Gu Tianshu, there was also a Taoist with a pale face not far away. He stood under the setting sun and silently looked at the Daguangming Temple. After a long time, he sighed and said: "This is Qingning, a pure land in the world, but it turns out that...
Enter into the strife of the world."
"Why are you here, Taoist Priest?"
"Like you, we will eliminate the source of disaster buried in the grassland." The old Taoist said firmly.
"How do you know the purpose of my trip?"
"The horse is coming, the iron sword is clanging, the blood is rushing, and you can feel it if you want a thunderous strike."
Gu Tianshu was shocked by his plain words. Since he became successful in cultivation, how many people in this world can see his depth? The old Taoist is awe-inspiring!
"Are you... Taoist Tianque, one of the four great masters in the world?"
The old Taoist priest did not deny it. Facing the Daguangming Temple in the sunset, he told some secrets that Gu Tianshu did not understand.
Moller, the national master of the northern grassland, was also one of the four great masters in the world. He was very ambitious and always advocated that the cavalry should go south and take over the Central Plains.
Zen Master Huiqing of Daguangming Temple was his younger brother. He was sent to China since he was a child, entered the holy land of Daguangming Temple, and eventually became the abbot of this temple.
Gu Tianshu suddenly realized that he had seen clues in a letter in Luoyingzhai that had not yet been destroyed, but it was impossible to understand such secrets. At this time, everything was clear.
"Pindao is about to become an immortal. I want to do my part before dying to help some elders of Daguangming Temple get rid of Huiqing."
Some elders of Daguangming Temple have understood everything, but it is too difficult to get rid of the abbot Huiqing. He has been practicing for many years and has great influence on nature. He also has many gang members, which is difficult to annihilate. Therefore, he invited Taoist Tianque, one of the four great masters.
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"Taoist Master..." Gu Tianshu was stunned. Taoist Tianque was about to become an immortal. If word spread, it would shock the world! The cultivation of the four great masters shocked the past and the present. They are invincible in the world. Each one of them is a living legend.
"My little friend is strong and strong, and his cultivation astonishes the old Taoist. I expect that a young and invincible grandmaster will appear in the world before long." Taoist Tianque said this.
The red sun was setting, the sky was completely dark, the evening drums were ringing in the temple, and the whole ancient temple became more majestic and solemn, but also had a dull atmosphere.
Taoist Tianque and Gu Tianshu flew across the sky and landed in the Daguangming Temple. They immediately attracted a burst of shouts. As a holy place of cultivation in the Central Plains, how many people have dared to break into it since ancient times? Today, only the four supreme masters dare to
Entering the door like this is like entering a deserted place.
"Who are you, and why did you break into my Daguangming Temple?" a monk asked.
"As a poor Taoist, I would like to see Zen Master Huiqing, the abbot of your temple." The old Taoist said calmly.
Taoist Tianque is a land-god-like figure who looks down on the world and rarely resists him. Many monks were so shocked that they changed their colors and quickly went to report.
Not long after, an old monk came out. He had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, compassion for heaven and earth, and an aura that transcended the world. He was Zen Master Huiqing, the abbot of Daguangming Temple.
"Amitabha."
"Should I call you Zen Master Huiqing, or should I call you Zamo, the name of your grassland?" Taoist Tianque was very direct and straight to the point.
"Master Tianque, what are you talking about? This poor monk can't understand." Zen Master Huiqing was very calm.
"This is the letter you wrote to Mohler. I stopped it midway." Taoist Tianque took out a letter.
Zen Master Huiqing's whole body was radiating Buddha's light, with a majestic appearance, and he shouted: "Taoist Tianque is jealous of the prosperity of our Buddhist sect, so there is no reason to blame me for it. Please protect the temple and compete with Taoism."
He took the lead in attacking and pushed everything into a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism. He asked all the masters in the temple to join forces and kill Taoist Tianque.
"Huiqing, you have ulterior motives. You disturb my pure land and disrupt the peace of my temple. I cannot tolerate you continuing to harbor evil intentions." From behind, an old monk stepped out and roared like a lion.
Huiqing was very decisive. Hearing this, he turned around and left. His body bloomed with auspicious flowers and he soared into the sky. He wanted to cross to the distance. He knew that he had been exposed and had no choice but to leave.
Taoist Tianque's sleeves fluttered, and he stepped in the void as if he were climbing a ladder to heaven, blocking the front. The two of them fought together, and the strong wind rumbled like thunder.
Suddenly, Huiqing punched forward, and in an instant, thousands of Buddha lights flooded the entire temple, and a huge phantom of the Buddha emerged, shining brilliantly.
This is the magic of Daguangming Temple - Amitabha Seal. It has the power of nine dragons and ten elephants. It is so powerful that it can turn mountains into powder.
In the dazzling Buddha light, the big Buddha moved forward and suppressed it, making the space tremble, accompanied by the sound of Zen singing, like three thousand Buddhas chanting sutras.
Taoist Tianque has no trace of smoke and smoke, his Taoism is natural, no brilliance blooms, no divine sound comes out, he merges with the image of heaven and earth, his palms draw mysterious trajectories, and after nine strikes, the Buddha's light is extinguished.
"puff"
Hui Qing opened his mouth and coughed up a large mouthful of blood, then flew out. Although he was blessed by nature, he had no chance of winning against an invincible grandmaster who was as famous as his brother.
At the same time, the battle in the temple also started. The people of Daguangming Temple and Huiqing's gang members fought to the death, with swords soaring into the sky and brilliance flying.
"Taoist Tianque, even if you are the supreme master, if you force me to do so, you will pay a heavy price!" Huiqing tore her face and her expression became gloomy.
"Just use whatever you have, and the old way will follow." Taoist Tianque said calmly and calmly.
"Buzz"
The light in the sky was so bright that an alms bowl hung in the air and magnified rapidly, pressing down like a mountain. The golden Buddha energy boiled like the sea.
"Taoist priest, be careful. This is the most important teaching treasure of Daguangming Temple. After successive abbots chanting sutras and blessings, it has acquired immortal Buddha nature." An old monk in the ancient temple reminded.