Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Eighth Mountain God Punishment, Female History Now (two chapters in
"The strange baby cries in Guangyuan Square, and flowers bloom in front of the mountain temple..."
West of the city.
Further west from Funiufang is Shanshen Temple Street.
As Zhou Yi walked along, he saw that in the gardens on both sides of the long street, whether it was chrysanthemums, autumn orchids, or peonies, they were all blooming in the wind.
There are also many plants and flowers that Zhou Yi cannot name, and they are all competing for beauty and blooming.
When ordinary people see this scene, they will naturally think that auspicious signs have descended from the sky and that the mountain gods have appeared.
But what Monk Zhou Yi saw was that the flowers were ordered by the mountain god to bloom in violation of the four seasons, all of which were consuming the vitality of the coming spring in advance.
It looks glamorous on the surface, but in reality everything is overwhelmed.
A paragraph of small black characters floated by.
But it is the wonder of blooming flowers in front of Guangyuan Junshan Temple that has been captured by a Yubu doctor from the Ministry of Industry, that is, a certain fifth-level official in charge of street planting, mountain gardens, vegetation and firewood, and hunting fields.
, reported it to the Prince of the Supervisory State, bluntly saying that this was an auspicious sign, and begged to enshrine the mountain god.
Although the prince was moved, he was reprimanded by the imperial master at that time, saying that this matter violated the laws of heaven and earth, violated the ethical principles, and was a monster if it was abnormal, and should not be encouraged.
After that, the matter dropped.
"There are still capable people in the court. Are there any disciples of Tianshi Dao?"
Zhou Yi glanced at the mountain temple more than two hundred steps away, which was full of incense and decorated with carved beams and paintings.
Then he stopped in the middle of the long street.
Under the moonlight, put your hands together, face each other humbly, and recite the unnamed Buddhist sutra.
The purpose of the unnamed Buddhist scriptures lies in the word "du".
It can save demons and ghosts, it can save people who are destined to the Buddha, and it can also save those meaningless magic techniques.
The gradually rising Buddha light enveloped the flowers blooming on both sides of the long street, and the magic of the mountain god's orders were resolved one by one.
The long wind blew up, and the flowers swayed, rustled, and bowed their heads.
It was as if he was thanking the monk in white in the middle of the street.
Zhou Yi held a salute with both palms: "Amitabha. Donors, there is no need to be polite. It's snowy this winter, so go to bed early."
The flowers seemed to understand. All the flowers that did not belong to this season closed their petals one after another and drooped down. They seemed to be withering and shrinking, but in fact they were recuperating and regenerating.
At this moment, bursts of footsteps came from all directions.
In the bright night with the misty moonlight and snow reflected, hundreds of old men in yellow cloth walked through the streets and alleys, jumped to the rooftops, or climbed up the treetops.
Their skin is wrinkled, their beards and hair are all white, and they look old and aged, but their skills are very flexible and agile, and their movements are extremely fast. Just looking at the speed of their movements, they are at least equivalent to the second-stage Kaifu warriors in the human world.
There are hundreds of Kaifu warriors, let alone Guangyuan County, even in the huge Jiannan Road, it is difficult to summon them overnight.
Four tall old men with long white eyebrows and holding different magic tools stood out.
They were wearing red, green, black and white robes, and the aura in their bodies was higher than that of other old people. They seemed to have entered the third stage of martial arts in the human world, the soul-watching state.
"We are the guardians of the God of Funiu Mountain, and we are known by our names when we come here!"
"Humph, you brave evil monk, why don't you stop quickly!"
"How dare you, young monk, rely on your skills to privately pardon the ladies and violate my master's order."
"Monk, what exactly do you want to do when you come here tonight?"
Zhou Yi raised his head.
In the air, another line of small black characters floated by.
"Amitabha, I heard that a macaque in the mountains turns into an ape when it lives three hundred years, an ape turns into a jue when it lives five hundred years, and a jue turns into an old man when it lives eight hundred years.
Although you were born as macaques in Funiu Mountain, you have been gifted by heaven and earth with extraordinary longevity and turned into old people in the world. You should understand things and distinguish right from wrong."
Zhou Yi glanced at the four "old men" who were obviously a little bit harsh.
"Can the Fourth Elder really not notice that the Xiaoshan God you serve has become more and more weird in the past two months?"
Hearing this, the four elders had different expressions.
After just a moment, they seemed to have made up their minds.
Except for the old man in white who sighed softly, shook his head and backed away.
The other three elders, red, green and black, shouted loudly, accusing Zhou Yi of sowing discord and slandering Xiaoshan God.
Then they made loud noises and gave orders.
Under their leadership, nearly a hundred of the hundreds of old men around him roared down, turned into streaks of yellow light, and unleashed an aura that was at least as strong as that of Kaifu warriors, rushing towards Zhou Yi.
As for the more than thirty old people led by the old man in white robes, they scratched their heads, whispered to each other, and looked frightened. Most of them were deeply uneasy about the leader's decision.
"Amitabha Buddha has the appearance of an elder, but does not have the wisdom of an elder. He is really just an evil spirit that cannot be saved, and cannot be saved."
Zhou Yi finished speaking.
Hold the thumb in the palm of the hand with the four fingers of both hands, first form the Vajra Fist Seal, and then hold the left finger with the right fist in front of the chest.
As the health-preserving power flows between the fingers, it is like a butterfly passing through a flower, transforming into afterimages of the path.
This Buddhist martial arts, which originally only belonged to martial arts, has suddenly entered the category of "Tao".
The wisdom fist seal is completed!
Zhou Yi's eyes are clear and clear, his habitual habits have been eradicated, and he speaks loudly like the Great Sun Tathagata.
The Sanskrit sound vibrated, and the fist roared like a diamond. Thousands of swastikas with bright golden light flew out from the shadow of the fist, converging into a circle of golden light ripples, spreading in all directions.
boom!
The three elders, red, green and black, were the first to bear the brunt. They were knocked back to their original form by the Zhi Fist Seal. They turned into giant apes that were more than ten feet tall, surrounded by black energy. They struggled hard, but in the end they were killed by the golden light and their souls were scattered.
The nearly a hundred old men in yellow were all blown away by the golden light. They were unable to even scream, and then transformed into their original shapes in mid-air.
It turned out to be macaques of different sizes. The big monkey was dozens of years old, and the little monkey was no more than a human child.
After they fell to the ground, regardless of the pain, they gathered in groups and begged Zhou Yi for mercy, with tears in their eyes and squeaking.
At this time, shadows emerged from their bodies. Just as they were about to escape, they were rescued by the Ye Fu Golden Monk who rose up around them and chanted sutras, and disappeared into ashes.
"It seems that you are also bewitched by the devil.
Trying to pass the age and become an old man, but in the end it is all in vain."
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly and stopped arguing with the group of macaques.
After all, like the people in Funiufang, they are all victims of demonic temptation.
When all the macaques saw this, their faces were full of gratitude and awe, and they kowtowed to Zhou Yi.
Then they separated consciously, turned around and ran towards Funiu Mountain.
The leaf talisman hidden in the air also followed Zhou Yi's thoughts and loosened the barriers sealed on both sides of the long street, allowing the macaques to escape across the border.
People on both sides of the long street, including the people in Funiufang not far away, did not hear any movement or sound.
Still sleeping soundly in the cold winter night.
However, in Guangyuan County, those aliens who did not appear before the eyes of mortals during the day, whether they were fairies or ghosts, were alarmed by the majestic momentum that suddenly rose in front of the Funiu Mountain Temple.
Thousands of transparent figures and various spirits came towards the mountain temple.
In front of the mountain temple, Zhou Yi turned his head and glanced towards the south of the city.
"After tonight, they should also know that I'm here... Let's settle this matter and go to the City God's Temple."
Zhou Yizheng was thinking.
The old man in white clothes had led more than thirty old men in yellow clothes to walk in front of him, bowed down and said with tears in his eyes:
"We have long noticed that there is something abnormal about Xiaoshan God, but we are restrained by her, but we can't help ourselves.
They are only in their twenties and thirties now, far from the age of transformation, but they are being overthrown and encouraged, which may damage their future longevity.
The mage has vast supernatural powers and profound magic power, and he hopes to be able to relieve the demonic nature of my nephews and nephews."
Zhou Yi looked at the old man in white.
I know in my heart that he is also an old macaque, but his Tao Xing is far better than the other three old monkeys.
"That's good. I, the Buddha, are compassionate, so that's how it should be."
Zhou Yi smiled slightly, lowered his head and recited an unknown Buddhist sutra loudly.
After a while, the more than thirty old men in yellow shirts in front of them began to change, turning from old men into macaques.
However, at this moment, the old man who had just changed halfway through his transformation suddenly had a sneer on his lips.
The furry arms grew longer and whiter in an instant, and as fast as a cold arrow, they shot up to Zhou Yi's chest in an instant.
Snapped!
Yubai's palm mercilessly penetrated the chest of Zhou Yi, who was chanting sutras.
The old man, who was half human and half macaque, swayed slightly and finally revealed his true appearance.
He is tall, wearing a snow leopard skin coat, with peach blossom eyes, plump lips, slightly high cheekbones, a jade-white porcelain doll hanging around his waist, and a look of scornful pride in his coolness.
It is Xiao Qinghong, the mountain god.
"Owner."
The old man in white bowed and saluted, and then retreated behind Xiao Qinghong. It was obvious that everything just happened was just a game.
Wow!
Xiao Qinghong took out her hand from Zhou Yi's chest.
She lowered her head and admired her blood-stained hand, and said calmly:
"It turns out that a monk's blood is also red. You are quite a powerful monk. You have ruined my good deeds many times. Unfortunately, after all, you are just a mortal monk with wishful thinking..."
Before she finished speaking, her face changed slightly.
The blood on his hands turned from red to green, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared under the moonlight, as if he had never appeared before.
And the monk whose chest she pierced also turned into a man in green robes carrying a gourd.
Then...pop, it turned into a leaf, fluttering, flying towards the street corner, and fell into an open palm.
The palm of one hand and the other palm humbly joined each other, and the elm leaves were sandwiched between them.
"Amitabha."
The real Zhou Yi came out of the street corner with a smile, clasped his palms together, and whispered the Buddha's name.
"If not, how could we invite you, Xiaoshan God, from the mountain temple with strict formations and full of strange gates and shields?
The young monk is very curious about one thing. Fucheng Huang Yang Qing likes your sister, not you Xiao Qinghong.
But why would you spare no effort to set up so many magic circles in front of your mountain temple?"
With his temperament, after coming out of Funiufang, he should go straight to the mountain temple and kill the mountain god with a thunder blow.
And that's exactly what he did.
But when he arrived in front of the mountain temple invisibly on the blue clouds, Zhou Yi discovered the magic circle that covered almost the entire mountain temple.
With just one glance, Zhou Yi knew that those familiar but profound magic circles were all the work of his predecessor, the City God Yang Qing.
In the limited memory that Yang Qing left to himself, he only had a soft spot for the mountain god sister, and was full of disgust for the mountain god Xiao Qinghong.
As for where Sister Shan Shen went and why Yang Qing hated Xiao Qinghong, Zhou Yi didn't know.
In order not to frighten Xiao Qinghong away by forcefully breaking the formation, Zhou Yi simply set up a enchantment formation, turning Ye Xiaolang into his own appearance, while he hid aside.
Sure enough, Ye Xiaolang recited the unknown Buddhist scriptures, pardoned Baihua, and finally drew out the angry Xiao Qinghong.
Xiao Qinghong was also cautious, quietly transformed into an old macaque, and suddenly executed the killer, thinking that her plan was successful.
But she didn't want to fall into the monk's trap from the very beginning.
"You monk is really cunning and cunning."
Xiao Qinghong glared at Zhou Yi fiercely, jumped up, and flew towards the mountain temple.
Crash... Hundreds of leaf charms hidden on the left side of the road appeared, transformed into little golden monks, stopped her, and chanted unnamed Buddhist sutras loudly in unison.
There are bursts of Sanskrit sounds and the Buddha's light envelopes you.
Xiao Qinghong stepped back and covered her ears, her expression became gloomy and terrifying, and her red lips turned blue and purple.
Wisps of black air appeared out of thin air, wandering on that cold face, as if covered with a dark veil.
Her bun swelled and extended to both sides, as if a pair of curved angles pointed toward the sky had grown out of her head, which was indescribably eerie and strange.
"Stop reading it! Stop reading it!"
Xiao Qinghong's eyes were red, and she opened her mouth to roar. Her voice was sometimes rough and sometimes gloomy, and she could no longer distinguish between male and female.
She unleashed the power of incense and swung her sleeves to attack the leaf monks in the sky.
The leaf monks are agile, floating like the wind, and as fast as lightning. They are chanting and avoiding.
The noisy chanting of unknown Buddhist scriptures became louder and louder.
It echoed up and down the long street shrouded by the leaf talisman barrier, buzzing.
The old man in white behind Xiao Qinghong has turned into a giant ape, holding his head and rolling on the ground.
But apart from her ugly face and demonic nature appearing, she was not greatly affected.
"snort."
She turned her head, stared at Zhou Yi coldly, and said in a strange tone: "Monk, I didn't provoke you, I didn't offend you, why are you targeting me like this?"
Zhou Yidao: "You have provoked me."
Xiao Qinghong raised her eyebrows: "Oh? When?"
Zhou Yidao: "Your existence is to provoke me."
Xiao Qinghong's face changed slightly, and then she laughed loudly: "Monk! Monk! You are still so stubborn, shouting to kill demons all day long! There are so many monsters in the world, how can you, a mere monk, get rid of them?"
Zhou Yi stared at Xiao Qinghong, who was firmly trapped by him: "You don't have to worry about how the young monk behaves. Xiao Qinghong, the young monk only wants to ask you the last thing, why do you want to enter this evil way and harm the world with evil methods?"
Xiao Qinghong's eyes flickered: "I just want to see all these people fall madly in love with me, Xiao Qinghong. Can't I?"
Zhou Yi shook his head: "Of course not. It seems that you are really possessed by the devil and there is no cure. Amitabha."
Suddenly, a strange and soft voice sounded in Zhou Yi's ears, "Master, please have mercy, she can still be saved, please spare her one more time..."
Zhou Yi's eyes fell on somewhere around Xiao Qinghong's waist, and he faintly realized something.
But no matter how sincere the plea for mercy was, the murderous thoughts in Zhou Yichan's heart did not stop at all, but became purer.
Demons can confuse sentient beings and also harm Buddhas.
When the demons started, the Buddhas and demons were at odds with each other.
As Zhou Yi closed and opened his eyes, the Buddha's sword had risen from his Dantian.
Buzz!
The rhyme of the sword hangs in the sky.
As Zhou Yi put his fingers together, a wisp of sword rhyme fell from the sky.
It runs through the human world, reaches Guangyuan, and presses towards the mountain god Xiao Qinghong.
Xiao Qinghong's body trembled violently and her face showed shock.
Before she came, she finally realized how untouchable the monk in front of her was.
Facing the Buddhist sword that was about to arrive in a flash, her eyes filled with black energy showed a look of madness.
If I can't dazzle the world, I will make the world dazzle me...
"The God of Funiu Mountain ordered to move the mountain..."
Before her spell could be cast, she was cut into two pieces by the Buddhist sword falling from the sky.
boom!
The black energy in the sky surged out from her broken body, and before it could escape, it was extinguished by the nameless Buddhist sutra that Zhou Yi recited loudly.
Two snaps!
But I saw two dolls that children love to play with falling from mid-air.
A puppet, a clay doll.
The puppet is dark in color, has slightly high cheekbones, has been split in two, and is dull.
The porcelain doll is white, elegant and beautiful, and seems to have been tied around Xiao Qinghong's waist before.
I don't know if it was an accident or a coincidence, but there was originally a black mark wrapped around the waist of the pottery doll, like a belt.
As Zhou Yi killed Xiao Qinghong with one sword, the black mark on the pottery doll's waist also disappeared, as if it had been chopped off at the same time.
Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at the ceramic doll: "You were talking to the monk just now? So you are..."
From among the pottery dolls, a woman wearing a crimson mottled linen skirt and robe stepped out.
Her face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, her color is like the flowers at dawn in spring, her temples are like knife cuts, and her eyebrows are like ink paintings.
Although she is not as noble and bright as Xiao Qinghong, she still has a charming temperament in her simplicity and elegance.
After she landed, her figure grew larger, she glanced at the puppet on the ground complicatedly, and then bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.
"Xiao Qingsu, the female historian of Southern Shu, meets with the Master."
"Xiao Qingsu? Qinghong and Qingsu?"
Zhou Yi looked at the woman in front of him.
But he didn't expect that he would meet a "celebrity" in the folklore of Guangyuan County.