There are frequent human figures on the winding mountain road. The Tiandihui side is slowly retreating along the mountain road, testing the opponent's intention to feint attack.
However, casualties inevitably occurred. Starting from the temporary retreat of Sanliting, Tiandihui fled again and again. Even though the hatred of the martial arts people was overwhelming, they only felt like a basin of cold water had poured over them, and they were wandering around in the mountains with their faces as heavy as water. With.
Young Hong Lixiang, as the team's medical officer, conscientiously treated martial arts practitioners who were wounded by arrows, contusions, and even bitten by snakes and insects, and inevitably heard their complaints.
He wanted to talk back, but in the end he applied medicine, bandaged, gave follow-up instructions, and then left silently.
He knew that there were now 10,000 reasons to excuse Mr. Chen, but they could not change the fact that he could not bring victory. Without a hearty revenge, this team organized by deep hatred will not be satisfied.
What's even more frightening is that there are many strange things happening on this road, and it becomes increasingly difficult to cover up...
But there are still some people who are more tolerant. They say nothing and cherish words like gold. They are neither active in fighting nor complaining about retreating. The meaning of following the team to them is to find the legendary Minyue treasure.
"Chief Captain, the Tatars are catching up again!"
Hong Lixiang finally found Chen Jinnan and silently reported the matter.
Chen Jinnan wrapped the giant sword tightly with a strip of cloth, held it tightly in his hand, sighed slightly, and said to his brother-in-law, "Li Xiang, thank you for your hard work along the way."
"The duty lies."
Hong Lixiang raised his hands and saluted, "Chief Rudder, there are people outside saying..."
"Are you saying that I harm the public and enrich my private life and ignore the overall situation?"
Chen Jinnan smiled lightly, "When I asked the Jagged Youth League to clear the way, I expected someone would say that, so it doesn't matter."
But Hong Lixiang still persisted and said: "Chief Helmsman, I know that you are magnanimous in your conduct, but your words are terrible. If you continue like this, your reputation in the world will plummet."
Chen Jinnan didn't answer, just looked at the road ahead.
Hongdou was helping Hong Xiguan walk on the mountain path, both of them were stumbling a little. Before Hong Xiguan's lingering poison could be washed away, he followed Chen Jinnan in a series of battles. After repeated interruptions, the damage to the body was very great. Hong Dou had to use hidden weapon skills to evade the formation many times to ensure that the two of them were safe.
Everyone wants to fight the Qing army decisively, this is the consensus of everyone. Even the people in the world who are lucky enough to seize the treasure know that as long as the Qing army is by their side, they will not have any of the legendary treasure.
But how to give this tired and sick team the upper hand is a huge problem. Everything can be sacrificed for victory, including Chen Jinnan's reputation.
Along the way, more and more groups of Tatars gathered together, and it was obvious that
Their continuous rush has left the Qing army behind for a long way, with only a few scouts left occasionally. As long as they reach their destination smoothly, someone will know about his painstaking efforts to preserve the Iron-Blooded Youth League...
"Li Xiang, where is the front?"
Chen Jinnan suddenly asked.
Hong Lixiang took out a mountain hiking map, searched the mountains and slowly determined his direction, and finally determined the approximate location.
"There should be Iron Mountain ahead. It was said earlier that there are iron ores in the mountain. There will be a previously abandoned village further ahead. We can go there to repair for a while."
"village……"
Chen Jinnan's eyes narrowed slightly, one hand unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword, and he murmured to himself.
As the sun shone through the forest, Chen Jinnan's aura seemed to merge with the heaven and earth. Hong Xiguan also slowly stopped and looked at him.
Hong Lixiang's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't figure out why the two people had such weird expressions. They were neither relaxed nor nervous, until he thought of the most accurate description.
That is the unparalleled concentration of a swordsman when he is about to draw his sword.
…Seal…line…outside…not…accurate…answer…question…
The Qing army's troops were also moving forward, and now they no longer had the fear of the early morning. With the rapid addition of follow-up reinforcements, their number has grown to 600, and they have far crushed the rebels. This has made their military morale stable and their fighting spirit extremely high.
There is something unusual about the frequent disappearance of the scouts ahead. Although they can always be found in nearby caves, they are in a daze and cannot answer any questions.
Lama Keba, who was originally leading the way as a monk, disappeared.
"There is indeed a mystery behind setting up a gully ship coffin!"
The demon monk with heavy makeup stood in front of a cave, with a rugged cliff behind him, but his attention only stayed on the wooden coffins in front of him.
This largest nanmu coffin was covered with dust and shaped like a boat. The coffin was covered with traces of insect infestation and rain erosion. Through the damage, one could see that there was a mummy lying inside, with all the hair, skin, and tendons connecting the bones. The disjointed bones that have turned to earth are inlaid together like pearls, forming a human-shaped skeleton.
Ma Ning'er climbed up the rock and smashed the door panel, opened the coffin lid, and took out a bamboo and wood vessel that was buried with her. There were vague sharp shapes painted on it, like fish bones with clean flesh, which was ferocious and weird. One side of the bone vessel had lost its luster and was full of cracks and cracks, but Lama Keba couldn't put it down and played with it.
"Master, what's the problem here?"
Ma Ning'er said with a sinister expression, completely ignoring the gloominess of the seven or eight boat coffins in the cave on the cliff.
The demon monk whispered: "It's just ivory. Since ancient times, only the master of Tantric Buddhism can turn into a rainbow. Look at the ravine here and the rainbow bridge across the sky. It is said that these people from the pre-Qin Dynasty were all earthly immortals. They were buried on the cliff and could go to the banquet across the sky." Do you believe in seeing the divine face to face?"
Ma Ning'er glanced at them: "That's nonsense, now I just want to chop off the heads of Hong Xiguan and Chen Jinnan!"
"But the emperor believes that after all, he does not have much time... This volume of the Bo Ren Heavenly Book also contains the empirical evidence of the true scripture..."
But Lama Keba said slowly: "You are too murderous. This is what I like most about you, and what I hate most about you. Because I like it, I not only saved you, but also gave you all the opportunities to become an Arhat in the physical body; But you just think that I have ulterior motives. You know, in Tibet, you can’t even get such a Buddhist fate..."
Ma Ning'er snorted coldly, her expression uncertain.
Lama Kepa crossed his legs and recited the sutra, surrounded by harsh voices, but showed no regrets and repented, as if it was his natural mission to destroy all the rules and taboos in the world.
But Keba's expression was so sacred, as if he was going to meet the Buddha!
The coffins and corpses in front of him did not shock Ma Ning'er at all, because he passed by something more terrifying than these exposed skeletons and cobwebs of dust.
He might have been dead back then.
His last memory as a human was that his heart was cut off and stuffed into a rotting camel. The stench and viscosity instantly covered the entire world, and there was no sound again.
I don't know how long it took, maybe it was due to the movement of the water, or maybe it was his soul that drifted away. When he regained consciousness again, he was lying in a huge stone wall coffin sealed on all sides, with a weak phosphorus green human candle burning slowly.
Mandalas were drawn on the four sides of the coffin-like wall. Directly in the center of his head, a shabby dancing Buddha sat, holding his intestines in one hand and his brain in the other, staring at him with cold eyes.
A circle of traces of blood flow is painted around the wall, dotted with countless hideous and ferocious incarnations, which seem to embody all the uncleanness and evil in the world. The mutilated Buddha with beheaded, disemboweled, flesh-cut, and eyes gouged out appears and disappears from time to time. The bewitching chants of demons from outside the territory ring out day and night.
Great terror came to mind, and Ma Ning'er even began to miss the peace of death, but he had no chance to look back.
Because from the moment he was soaked in the poison and sealed in the mandala, Ma Ning'er was dead. The only thing alive was that he was neither alive nor dead, nor empty nor pure. He had eliminated all possibilities of reincarnation, killed all worries, and He who lives in this world only to kill both our enemies and ourselves, who is the sect of Beitian who says that there is nothing, and who sacrifices his life for his sect, is a poisonous Arhat!
That scripture rang day and night along with his heart-wrenching transformation, and it had been engraved in his mind, whispering in his ears every moment. Only when the rage of revenge was burning, could he have a moment of peace.
The mantra was too bizarre, completely different from the compassionate and majestic Buddhist sounds that Ma Ning'er had seen in Shaolin Temple. This sutra is written intermittently, as if someone with great compassion fell into hell, wept and raged in the boundless sea of blood, and used the Buddha's body to recite heresy and fallacies that no classics dare to record.
"As long as the Dharma does not appear in the world, similar Dharma will not disappear..."
"But, Kasyapa! When the Dharma appears in the world, then all similar Dharmas will disappear!"
"Sit on the invincible white treasure elephant, Ubushata! Only those six teeth and seven branches can take you to the real Buddha land!"
