The atmosphere in the field was tense at this moment, and a war seemed to be happening at any time. However, the autumn rain falling in the empty mountains was never human, and it only drifted in the wind without knowing where it was.
The atmosphere of dying generously has infected the people in the world, especially these brave and fierce Shaolin disciples. They have already grasped their weapons tightly and surrounded the Qing soldiers with cold eyebrows.
You can say that they are brave and foolhardy in the battlefield, but their bravery and bravery are enough to make ghosts and gods make trouble for them!
At this time, the wind and rain in the mountains became more and more rapid. The faint sound of dragon roars in the valley grew from weak to strong, and suddenly turned into the sound of flute pipes. Occasionally, the noise of men and horses screaming floated in the air.
"what sound?"
Someone among the martial arts people noticed it, and the Qing soldiers inspecting it also felt something was wrong.
"I'm afraid that the aura of swords and weapons here has attracted the Yin soldiers from the mountains to cross the border, which is why there is the sound of marching in fear..."
An older person explained, "Just don't run around. A living person has a strong yang energy. If you don't deliberately collide, you will get sick at most."
But this explanation did not convince others.
Because when purple lightning streaks across the sky, it will illuminate the cliffs on both sides of the valley from time to time. It doesn't take much good eyesight to see an astonishing number of black shadows moving around the mountain, leaping over the cliffs as if walking on flat ground.
Hong Lixiang had been reading poetry and books for a long time, and he was also involved in these strange rumors, so he quickly comforted everyone.
“There is a clear record in "Taiping Yulan·Department of Ghosts and Gods" that there are mountain capitals named after animals in western Fujian and other places, shaped like Kunlun people, with claws like hooks, and high rocks and peaks. It must be that the apes in the mountains are regarded as exotic. Beast, don’t panic.”
This explanation was more convincing, but Chen Jinnan and Lama Keba unanimously ordered the formation to shrink the troops and enter a state of alert.
Because in addition to the large number of black spots on the cliff, these ant-like moving things seem to be carrying some rectangular strips from the cliff, and are arranged side by side in the cliff caves. At first glance, they appear to be square. It is made of square wood, but if you look closely, it looks more like one densely packed boat-shaped coffin...
"Director Chen, you are well-informed. You must know what happened, right?"
The demon monk Keba said with a bad look on his face.
Chen Jinnan said in a deep voice, "Perhaps on a stormy night, I heard the sound of people playing flutes and horses, and at dawn, there was a coffin on the cliff - this is a strange thing about Wuyi mentioned in "Taiping Guangji", it is nothing more than what I thought it was."
""Taiping Guangji"?"
The demon monk Keba laughed loudly, as if he had heard a very funny joke, and suddenly a ferocious look appeared on his face: "I think it is said in "The One Hundred and Twenty-Seven Pictures of Shukui"! This demon book circulated in the former Song Dynasty , using human blood to record the origin and whereabouts of Yi Xi all over the world! Don’t forget that this book first belonged to Prime Minister Quan Shi Mi Yuan, and then ended up in the tomb of Lizong of the Song Dynasty. Who allowed him to see the light of day again?!"
Chen Jinnan's face was as sinking as water, and he didn't care about the other party's bad words and bad behavior.
"Since you already know what's going on here, you must also know about the Chiseltooth People, right? The Chiseltooth People attacked Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's army and decimated it, and even forced Emperor Wu to personally sacrifice the mountain - today's big mountain , is your burial place!”
After saying that, he took out an ancient scroll from behind. The wooden shaft had been charred and charred, making it look extremely dilapidated. As he stretched out his hand, the scroll suddenly unfolded in the wind and rain!
I saw that it was filled with crazy and bizarre cursive scripts in a color as red as blood. Sometimes the words were flying like dragons and phoenixes, sometimes they were curled up like insects. The handwriting was horrifying, as if a person was waving wildly in a nightmare, and even the big and small words on it were The words used in the poem are all awkward, but as Chen Jinnan recites, his voice keeps echoing from far to near.
In a daze, the black spots on the cliff seemed to have been awakened and had begun to move down the mountain.
This bloody scroll only needs one glance, and it seems to move around on its own. From it, you can see a middle-aged man wearing a round-sleeved wide robe and a red belt with disheveled hair. He is frantically pushing down the ritual objects that were set up for worship. Surrounded and trapped by countless headless bloody corpses, blood oozed out and stained all over the jade steps. He was writing crazily with the blood!
The shadows outside the main hall are blurry, and evil shadows are flying in groups in the sky of Bianjing of the Great Song Dynasty. These formless and mindless invisible things surround the greatest capital city in the empire, and their wanton playing can make people collapse. Crazy voice...
"Li Xiang, are you afraid of death?"
Chen Jinnan stood proudly on the city wall, blending in with the murderous aura of the Iron-Blooded Youth League of the Heaven and Earth Society, and asked softly.
Hong Lixiang felt a fire burning in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to want to swallow the rainwater to drown the burning in his throat, and spoke hoarsely.
"Don't be afraid!"
After hearing these words, Hong Lixiang realized that his knees were shaking. As a young man who rested in the study all year round and danced in the courtyard, he opened his eyes wide and wanted to recall the past of his life, but there was only rain in front of him that blurred his vision.
Chen Jinnan said with relief: "Okay! The Qing court has invaded Yunnan and Guizhou this year, and Li Dingguo is struggling to resist it. Prince Yanping and Zhang Huangyan of eastern Zhejiang are joining forces to once again plan to regain Jiangnan to defeat the Qing court's offensive."
"Although the Qing soldiers who annihilated Southern Shaolin in front of me are not large in number, they are composed of nearly half of the Eight Banners' elites. The handwriting can mobilize soldiers and horses from 17 prefectures and 74 counties in the four provinces of Jiangxi, Fujian, Guangdong and Zhejiang. As long as they can solve the problem With this group of troops, it is possible to contain most of the Qing garrison and create a greater chance of victory for Prince Yanping!"
Hong Lixiang suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face unknowingly. He suddenly remembered his father's silence and hesitation in speaking.
"It turns out it's for... it turns out it's... like this..."
The young man murmured to himself, trying hard to clear away his distracting thoughts, but it became increasingly difficult to control himself. The Hong family is Chen Jinnan's in-laws and political allies, so his identity in this operation is self-evident.
Fishing bait.
"In planning this operation, I had no intention of going back alive. I tried my best to contain and attract the Qing army along the way, and I must make sure they never return in this Wuyi Mountain.
Chen Jinnan looked serious, with a hint of apology in his tone.
"But this matter is too risky and bizarre, and no one agrees with it. Fortunately, Prince Yanping has made up his mind to go to the north, so I can bring all my chips to show my determination in exchange for this opportunity!"
Chen Jinnan has worked hard for this operation, not only putting his own reputation on the line, but also betting on the future of the Chen family and the Hong family. Even if direct descendants like the Iron-Blooded Youth League are buried together, he still has to drag the Qing army into this quagmire. middle!
The black spot on the cliff has reached the ancient city of Minyue. The patrolling archers in the back row of the Qing soldiers screamed repeatedly, but the demon monk Keba laughed again.
His smile almost died this time, and the heavy makeup on his face was completely washed away. He looked stiff and twisted, more like a dead body that had been dried for a long time.
"If you don't keep secrets, you will lose your ministers... In the end, I won this 'paper war' game..."
Keba raised his hands and laughed, "People with chiseled teeth? Then do you know that Yixi, which our sect has been seeking for hundreds of years, is about to come out! If you weren't so smart, and it happened to be sent by our Lord Shunzhi, How could everything come so easily!"
The monster monk tore his robes, crushed his beads, sat cross-legged on the chariot, shook his head and laughed wildly, looking like a monster, and recited scriptures that were like floating out of the sea of blood in hell.
"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!"
