In Shaoshi Mountain, in a relatively remote monastery, an ancient bronze bell chimes. The sound is rich and resonant in the mountain. It is not harsh and can be vaguely heard dozens of miles away.
I don’t know how long it has been there. Its surface is covered with patina and is simple and vicissitudes of life. It seems to be telling the story of the rise and fall of the years.
A group of monks, big and small, looked around in horror and chanted scriptures, some of them unable to understand this magical phenomenon.
In the dark, Bai Yang and Qing He watched and did not show up.
"That ancient clock seems to be a magic weapon?" Qinghe asked a little uncertainly.
Nodding, Bai Yang said: "Perhaps the ancient bell in history was a very important ritual instrument. It was blessed by countless people's thoughts. Now the vitality nourishment has undergone magical changes and has become a magical instrument. It can barely be regarded as a first-class weapon.
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"A first-grade magic weapon is not too weak for this world. Perhaps the power of this ancient bell is limited, but it is a magic weapon within the range, and its power is extraordinary when used properly. Unfortunately, the people around him do not know how to practice and cannot urge it.
It can only be regarded as a decoration now," Qinghe said, looking at the ancient clock over there.
This type of sound wave-type ranged magic weapon has limited lethality alone and can be used in a crowd. The sound wave sweeps away an area and cannot be measured by common sense. Qing He practices music martial arts and has a good understanding of ancient bells.
through.
The innate Tai Chi Bagua diagram flashed in his eyes, Bai Yang smiled thoughtfully and said: "Don't be in a hurry, just take a look."
I don't understand the purpose of Bai Yang's coming here. It stands to reason that the appearance of an artifact that barely enters the first-grade magic weapon does not require Bai Yang to go there personally. But since Bai Yang is here, he naturally has his intention. Qing He doesn't say much anymore, An Jing
Watch.
The reason why Bai Yang came here is because the world is changing, and what may happen next here may become a trigger. After the world changes, the beginning of something similar will probably start from here.
In a corner of the Zen monastery, several people gathered together and discussed quietly.
There were five people in total, two were elderly monks and three were middle-aged men wearing suits with a big belly.
Five people gathered together. The two monks looked helpless and listened to the three middle-aged men in suits pointing.
One of them, wearing glasses and slicked back hair, said: "You can't handle this ancient clock on your own. I have notified the province. Someone will soon take over or even take away the ancient clock. All we have to do next is to protect it."
Just be there”
As soon as this sentence came out, one of the old monks became anxious and said: "How can this be done? The ancient bell is the property of the temple and cannot be taken away!"
"It's not up to you. It doesn't even count if I say it. The world is changing, and what the country wants is stability and harmony. Leaving the ancient clock here will only increase hidden dangers. I hope you can understand," someone on the side said in a strong tone.
"But……"
"There's nothing good about it, it's settled!"
The old monk wanted to say something else, but was interrupted impatiently.
What the three potbellied middle-aged men in suits saw in their eyes was not an extraordinary ancient clock, but a shortcut to climb up. By handing the ancient clock over, they should be able to move their butts upwards, right?
Seeing all this in his eyes, Bai Yang did not intervene and allowed it to develop naturally.
For the next ten minutes, the ancient clock was still chiming to itself, at a frequency of once every ten seconds. Ten minutes later, the so-called people from the province who were coming to take away the ancient clock had not yet come, but a group of uninvited guests came.
This monastery was originally sealed off, but a group of people broke in with a fierce attitude. These people acted in harmony with each other, and it seemed that they were not ordinary troublemakers.
"Who are you? You are not allowed to come here. Leave immediately, or I will call the police!"
In an unexpected situation, the middle-aged man with glasses and a long back, who had been discussing things with the old monk in the corner, stood up and spoke forcefully.
There were quite a few people here, more than a hundred, vaguely surrounding the Zen monastery. They were dressed as tourists. Half of them broke into the Zen monastery and did not heed the warning. One of them made a gesture, and the rest all flocked to the ancient bell.
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"Stop, who are you!"
When the old monk saw that something was wrong, he immediately ran to the ancient bell and shouted loudly.
However, as soon as he made a move, three outsiders rushed towards him. The three people seemed to be murderous in their actions.
The way was blocked. The old monk knew that something was wrong and wanted to force his way in to protect the ancient clock. However, the next moment, he froze and sweated on his forehead because one of the three people who stopped him took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at his fingertips.
Touching his forehead.
Not only that, the dozens of people who broke into the monastery at this time each had a gun in their hand, and the guns kept swiping at the heads of a group of people who were originally in the monastery, which was an astonishing intimidation.
Suddenly, the chanting in the monastery stopped and became silent, with only the ancient bell still chiming.
Bang bang bang...
Someone clapped, and people focused their attention on it, but it was a man wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses. After attracting people's attention, he said: "Our goal is an ancient clock. We don't want to hurt anyone, so please cooperate!"
"You are not Chinese! Do you want to rob me of Chinese treasures and cultural relics?" The old monk, who had the gun pointed at his head, realized something and looked at him in shock.
The other party did not answer, but motioned to others to move the ancient clock away.
This group of people came well prepared, and at this time a pickup truck had already driven outside the monastery.
"You can't do this. This is robbery and crime. Which country are you sent by? Do you want to provoke conflicts between ethnic groups?" the old monk asked loudly, not wanting the ancient bell to fall into the hands of foreigners.
At this moment, the three rather leadership-like people quietly retreated and did not dare to speak.
"Shut up, these are not issues you should consider. Cooperate and you can pretend you don't know. Again, we don't want to hurt people, but that doesn't mean we won't hurt them!" The man in the peaked hat said solemnly.
When he spoke, the corner of his mouth curved into a sneer, as if he was disdainful, and his eyes under the sunglasses were a little disappointed.
Someone has already broken into the small bell tower and is preparing to dismantle the ancient bell and take it away.
"Monks, listen, we can't let them succeed. Stop them. As long as we hold them back for a while, armed police officers and soldiers will come over soon!" the old monk yelled.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted by a whip, and with a pop, several teeth fell out and he fell to the ground twitching.
The three potbellied middle-aged men next to them looked horrified and cursed in their hearts. What's wrong with you, a fake monk hired with money? After being the abbot for several years, you really think of yourself as the abbot?
That's right, all the monks in this Zen monastery are actually fake. Shaoshi Mountain has become a tourism industry. How can a real monk still be in the mood to recite sutras in front of tourists coming and going every day? To put it bluntly, everyone here is just a few people who know how to recite sutras.
The fake monks in this book are just deceiving tourists. They came here when they saw the ancient bell performing something extraordinary. After all, the ancient bell chimes to itself. The more fake the monk is in this situation, the more sincere he is. Otherwise, what will happen if the Buddha blames him...
So, when the old monk yelled, not only did he get kicked but no one responded.
We are just deceiving people with our salary. These guys are not easy to mess with at first glance. Stop making trouble. The country will deal with it afterwards...
As a result, the people who rushed into the bell tower violently destroyed the structure and threw the ancient bell outside the monastery, but no one stood up to stop it from the beginning to the end.
"Huaxia Shaoshi Mountain? The holy land of martial arts? Seventy-two stunts? How disappointing!" The man in the peaked hat shook his head and said with disdain.
The group of people moved very quickly. They entered the Zen monastery, took out guns, controlled the situation, and moved the ancient clock out in just three minutes.
"Amitabha!"
A loud sound of Buddha's chant came from outside the monastery. The face of the man in the peaked hat changed, and he motioned for the others to continue, and he quickly rushed outside.
When I came outside and took a look, there was a hint of interest in the corner of my mouth.
At this time, outside the Zen monastery, a group of monks came again from nowhere. More than a hundred monks, all wearing gray robes, gave people a strong feeling.
The real monk is here!
"How can we allow you to destroy this pure place of Buddhism, put down your things, and wait for legal sanctions?"
A burly middle-aged bald man walked out of a group of real monks, and with easy-going eyes, he called the Buddha and said.
"It's interesting, you look like a Buddhist practitioner, but I'm curious, are you more powerful with your fists and kicks or our guns? Again, our target is the ancient bell. If you don't want this place to become a river of blood, please get out of the way!" came out!
The man in the peaked cap said solemnly.
The monk who spoke over there was silent for a moment and said: "Amitabha, donor, we can't let you take away the ancient bell, even if you have to go to see the Buddha today! Also, I advise you, give up, you can't leave China, armed police officers and soldiers
Already on the way here!"
"Are you serious?" the man in the peaked hat said solemnly.
The burly monk over there silently tied the hem of his robe around his waist and said, "I'm afraid this poor monk will have to feed the devil with his body today!"
The extraordinary performance of an ancient clock not only attracted bureaucrats, but also attracted foreign forces to snatch it. The fake monk did nothing, but the real monk showed up but refused to give in!
Secretly, seeing such a scene, Qing He felt no fluctuation in her heart. After all, she did not belong to this country. She had seen too many similar situations and had become numb. At this time, she looked at Bai Yang and didn't know how he would deal with it.
"Just let nature take its course. This is just the beginning. When the whole world begins to change and various magical items appear, competition is inevitable. From now on, similar situations will emerge one after another. The progress of civilization has always been accompanied by battles and blood.
, many times it is impossible to arouse people's fighting spirit without seeing some blood. After a long period of peace, people may not have much bloodshed anymore, right?" Bai Yang looked over there and said calmly.
As far as he knew, after a week of vitality nourishing the earth, all countries realized that the world was changing, and all kinds of spies were infiltrating extremely crazy. This was the first case to surface, and there would be many such situations in the future.
Competing for various resources is an inevitable phenomenon after the earth changes. Bai Yang does not want to intervene unless necessary.
The monk over there blocked the road, and the talks between the two parties collapsed. The man in the peaked hat waved his hands and said solemnly: "Let's do it, let's fight quickly!"
"Amitabha!"
A group of true monks chanted the Buddha's name, faced guns without fear, and moved forward boldly.
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Gunshots rang out, blood spurted out, and flesh and blood were never defeated by the power of firearms and bullets...
