Guangcheng vomited blood and struggled in front of Wu Huawen's horse. He was helped up by several Buba men.
Wu Huawen got off his horse, took out a piece of white silk and wiped his blood himself, and asked urgently: "How is it?"
Guangcheng shook his head with difficulty: "The city gate has so many blessings that it can't be broken open. The spirit demon is very powerful and not as good as a humble monk. I'm afraid only my master can deal with it."
Wu Huawen's heart suddenly sank.
The city gate is blessed with a lot of magic power, which shows that people must have made preparations in advance. Otherwise, if there is nothing to do, there is no way to waste precious magic charms on such useless work.
As for the extremely powerful rabbit demon Guangcheng mentioned, it completely proves that Hongyuan City is a trap. The spirit demons have always lived in the wilderness. They are not happy with it, and the Taoist sect does not allow them to live in the busy city, especially the cultivators.
Being a sophisticated spirit demon, it is rare for a spirit demon to be dispatched to fight for a certain side on the battlefield. The appearance of this rabbit demon here can only show that this spirit demon was invited by the Taoist sect to defend the city in advance at a heavy cost.
At this moment, none of the personal guards who had been sent out had returned yet, but there was no need for them to report back. Wu Huawen clearly felt that a large net was being stretched out of sight, slowly covering him.
Following the failure of Guangcheng's attack on the door, Zhishen tossed the rosary, and eighteen ebony beads shot towards Luo Zhiqing. Taking advantage of the opponent's dodge, they retreated and retreated to their formation.
The sound of gold ringing rang out in the Xixia army, and all Bubazi who were fighting hard to attack the city were recalled.
Several generals came up and said, "Commander, the city gate is difficult to enter. How about we just board the city with the whole army?"
Wu Huawen stared at the city head, weighing it quickly in his mind, and then made a decision: "Send Jiuhua cassocks!"
The monks and generals around him were stunned for a moment, and then said in unison: "I obey."
Zhishen opened a sandalwood box, solemnly took out the auxiliary scroll from inside, and slowly unfolded the scroll. The four most advanced monks each held a corner, waiting for Wu Huawen's order.
The generals called up all the Bubazi who were sitting quietly waiting for their turn to fight, and formed a large group under the city.
Seeing this scene on the top of the city, everyone felt strange. Pei Zhongze looked at it intently and saw the scrolls unfolded by several monks. He said to the left and right: "Be careful, everyone, the bald donkey is going to die!"
He took out all the spirit-gathering talismans and gave half of them to Lin Zhijiao: "Uncle Lin, you and I each go to one side and do our best to maintain the five-element shield to protect the city!"
Pei Zhongze rushed to the east end, placed all the spirit-gathering talismans on the orifice, took out two magic weapons, and strengthened the protection of the right shield by two layers. At this time, Lin Zhijiao also completed the protection at the west end, and the left shield and the right shield were protected.
When the light is pulled out from between the shields, the shield becomes brighter and thicker.
Following Wu Huawen's gesture, the four monks chanted in unison:
"Buddhas are indistinguishable, they are one and the same;
The delusional mind has no body, and the delusional state is unreal;
The moods are interdependent, seemingly there but not really;
All delusion disappears, the mind is the source of Dharma.”
During the chanting, the scroll turned into curls of green smoke. The green smoke rose into the air and gradually turned red, forming a bright red cassock. This cassock rose in the wind, like a canopy in the sky, covering the upper and lower parts of the city in thick red mist.
middle.
It is said that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once practiced hard in Jiuhua Mountain. He drank from the streams when he was thirsty and ate the white soil when he was hungry. Later, Min Gong, the lord of Jiuhua Mountain, admired his virtue and was willing to dedicate a monastery to him. He asked Ksitigarbha Bhikkhu how much land he needed.
He replied that a cassock would be enough to cover the ground, so Duke Min agreed.
After that, Ksitigarbha monk showed his magical power and covered all the nine flowers with his cassock. After that, the eminent Buddhist monks admired Ksitigarbha's magical power and refined the Buddhist treasure "Jiuhua cassock". This time Wu Huawen led his army to sneak attack on Hongyuan.
, Zen Master Zhishen was in charge of this Buddhist treasure.
This Buddhist treasure is more powerful than the seventh-level Taoist talisman, slightly weaker than the eighth-level talisman, but it is similar to the talisman and can only be used once. Therefore, it was originally intended to be used to save the entire army at a critical moment. Unexpectedly, Wu Huawen had just crossed the Baihe River and failed.
After a while, he ordered it to be used directly on Hongyuan City.
The red mist is long, covering the sky and the earth, as if the world is burning to the end. The officers who were transferred from Hongyuan Guards Station to train the militia are not very afraid. They have seen even more terrifying scenes than this, but the strong men of the militia
But I am ignorant and have never seen such a scene.
Most of them stared up at the sky in shock, stunned and confused, not knowing how to respond; many turned around and wanted to escape from the city wall, but were scolded and driven back by the officers and bannermen; many others simply hugged
His head was shivering behind the battlements, and he didn't care about anything.
The red mist sank and hit the light of the five-element shield guarding the city. Sparks flew everywhere, and lightning flashed and thundered in an instant.
The Jiuhua cassock's sinking was blocked by the shield light and slowed down, but it still did not stop. Instead, it was wearing away the shield light inch by inch. Although it was slow, it was very firm.
Pei Zhongze roared loudly and commanded all the monks to resist together. Lin Zhijiao, Song Yuqiao, Luo Zhiqing, Zheng Yutong, Butcher, Shen Caizhu, Cao Zhuang and Qu Fenghe, etc., each used their full strength, either with magic talismans or magic weapons.
Or simply use magic power to directly resist and join forces to support Jiuhua Kasaya. Even Guo Zhiwei and Yang Zhiwen stopped what they were doing and stepped forward to help together.
However, how can it be so easy to deal with a Buddha treasure that surpasses the seventh-level talisman? The cassock still erodes the light of the five-element shield that protects the city inch by inch. The monks felt that what was pressing down from the sky was not the cassock, but the huge mountain.
, so overwhelming that people can’t breathe.
A light mask bloomed from the tail of the Toad Palace Fairy. She sat in the light mask and kept pounding the copper mortar with the golden pestle. Amidst the sound of pounding the medicine, the sharp blade of light diffused upward in waves, tearing and destroying the suppressed sky.
cassock.
Luo Zhiqing's giant sword took action again. The sword light surged and shot towards the sky, cutting out a series of empty marks in the red mist. Wherever it passed, the red mist was cut into pieces. It was possible to see beyond the red mist.
blue sky and white clouds.
However, the red mist is extremely resilient. Although it was broken by sword light and ripples of light, it gradually healed up without any trace of the previous damage.
Faced with this situation, Luo Zhiqing was at a loss as to where to start.
With the help of the monks working together to lift the cassocks, the officers finally kicked the militia into a defensive formation.
Zhang Baihu pumped his fist with his right hand, slapped his chest hard, and shouted: "Protect the country, protect the Tao, protect the light!"
The other officers also looked up to the sky, beat their chests vigorously, and shouted the same words.
Under the leadership of the officers, more than 500 militia groups joined in the call one after another, repeating the simple words "Protect the country, protect the road, protect the light" over and over again.
Baozhong and other two hundred knights who were waiting under the city wall shouted together: "Protect the country, protect the road, protect the light!"
Then there are the healthy women who cook and do laundry...
Then there are the elderly and children who opened their homes and gathered on the street...