Ever since Jiang Wen saw the tower of human beings covered with young corpses at the entrance of Nether Alley, he almost fled and hid in the prison.
He did not change his joy in this stinky place where people were tortured and complemented each other, and he realized the Tao with a ferocious face and gnashing teeth. During this period, he was thinking and cursing this damn world.
How damn is this world?
It can be said that the death penalty has reached a certain level. Even if Jiang Wen exhausted his intelligence and thought hard, he could not decide who deserved to die more, the murderer or the murdered person in front of him - this was a sorrow that transcended the times, and it was also a burden that only he was bearing. .
In this process, perhaps only by acting eccentric can Jiang Wen feel a little bit more at ease.
Therefore, Jiang Wen hid in the Wuyi Mountains for one reason, made only a few friends for the second reason, and wandered around the world with a few children for the third reason.
The ruthless world where martial arts people complained about eventually became the cover for his indulgence and open-mindedness.
In his eyes, only children are always innocent.
He could save the stranger Fu Ningdie without hesitation, he could take the biting little stone as his disciple indifferently, and he could go to great lengths to kidnap Hong Wending away, but he no longer dared to swing his sword easily. Do those "chivalrous and righteous" things.
Jiang Wen, who had not slept for three days and three nights in jail, even felt for a moment that his back in the jail resembled a certain young master from Lu Town, and also looked like someone who was meditating on four words in the old crooked neck tree palace. A certain chief.
Coincidentally, what I said after thinking for a long time was only four words.
——"Save the children."
In just a few days, the city of Fuzhou, which was already in turmoil due to strange rumors, suddenly fell into a more violent storm, and the center of this storm was the imperial envoy who suddenly descended from the sky.
Monk Yankong led the court's troops into the three lanes and seven lanes.
The Chen family of Luojiang, the Lin family of Jiumu, the Shen family of Wulin, the Liu family of Longshan, the Huang family of Yixu, and the Sa family of Yanmen, among the famous families in the three lanes and seven lanes, these families are all among the most prosperous and prosperous families in the Chuanfangfanyan family. family.
Prior to this, Zhongming Dingshi House, which was once recognized as a place of loyalty, loyalty and filial piety, faced the most violent blows one after another.
His work was no longer as cautious and discreet as the Geng family's, but he used violent and resolute methods to destroy homes and houses, so that for a while he was full of evil.
No matter how extravagant these families were in the past or how clever they were, they were all labeled as members of the White Lotus Sect who "forged words and deceived the public", and the whole family was thrown into jail without being allowed to defend themselves.
On the night when the Chang brothers sneaked into the official office, monk Yankong personally led the troops out of the house to attack the last hard nut to crack - the Yanmensa family.
The Sa family, who lived at the end of Huangxiang, resisted strongly and had already blocked the door with earth and rocks. As bad news came out one after another, they even sent out strong men to patrol the courtyard day and night, everyone armed with strong bows and spears. Murderous.
However, all this still could not stop Monk Yankong's determination to take action. Just after the Qing court spies stormed the Yixu Huang family in Huangxiang, several hooks were quickly placed on the courtyard wall, and a killer dressed as a lama was Already rushed into it.
There were many young and strong descendants of the Sa family, and there were also martial arts practitioners in the gathering. Everyone quickly fought with these killers with swords and guns, and for a while, there were sounds of killing and flames reflected in the sky.
One side is a long-term killer with cunning methods. He wields a knife like water, and he can't get close easily. The other side is a well-trained martial artist who protects the hospital. His marching orders are like falling mountains. They cooperate with each other in a military style. Gradually, the two sides fight with each other. The outcome is a stalemate.
The Wenyu Shanfang in the Flower Hall high up in the Sa family's mansion has now been turned into a place for the Chinese army. Young men of the Sa family in the Shanzhuang gradually joined in, and the situation gradually turned to their side. After all, the killer Lama was difficult to defeat with four hands. , was soon divided and surrounded, and fell into a disadvantage.
Just when everyone thought that the situation was settled, and several clan elders were thinking high, thinking that they had finally survived the turmoil of the night, the door of the Sa family, which had long been firmly blocked by sand and gravel, suddenly experienced a strong impact and shaking.
The majestic and loud sounds kept coming, and it was like a giant beast crashing outside the door, and the sound directly hit people's hearts.
The door of the mansion deformed rapidly during the impact, and finally turned into a harsh sound of breaking and cracking. A tower-like figure broke into the courtyard. His blue scalp and thick beard were in sharp contrast, but what attracted more attention was the ferocious face.
There were traces of fighting left on his body, his eyes were bloody, and his movements were filled with murderous intent.
"What a brave place to rebel against the thieves and dare to openly attack the imperial soldiers!"
The appearance of Monk Yankong was like a catalyst thrown into the pool, which in turn aroused people's fear.
He stepped forward with his bare hands, easily snatched the whistle sticks of two servants, and broke them into two pieces out of thin air. Then he hit them on the top of their heads with his bare hands, making a crisp crackling sound, and their heads shattered like watermelons on the spot.
"I'm in front of you, but the thief still dares to fight back! Do you want to kill everyone in your family?"
Monk Yankong took off his monk's clothes at this time, revealing the patchwork uniform of a third-grade official. He stepped with great momentum, and raised his arms and knocked away many servants, leaving only a tragic scene of splattering and vomiting blood along the way.
The young men of Sa Mansion realized that the situation was not good, and quickly gave up on the surrounded spies, and instead besieged Monk Yankong with swords, guns and sticks.
The head of the Sa family on Wen Yushan's house also spoke angrily.
"Evil monk, you have done many evil things and killed many people. You are good at going to jail but you know how to break the law. You are in vain to be called an official of the imperial court!"
The old man was filled with indignation and slapped the railing on the side.
"The Governor of Fujian is a close friend of our Sa family. When my eldest son delivers the revised letter, the Governor will definitely report to the Holy Lord to dismiss you from office and hold you accountable!"
The young men around him immediately started making noises, grabbing all kinds of weapons, hoping to give Monk Yankong a good look.
But Monk Yankong waved his robe sleeves and stretched out his thick arms. The flesh and blood filled with inner energy were like fine steel. He saw that the sword and ax could not hurt his body at all. He opened his huge palm like a cattail leaf fan and smashed it. More than ten people were beaten until their teeth were broken and they vomited blood.
He held the large sleeves of his official uniform, raised his eyebrows with murderous intent, and held up the thick rosary hanging on his chest with one hand.
"Stop talking nonsense, I always cut off the case first and report later!"
I saw him standing with his legs spread apart, shouting angrily and then punching out his palms. In the blink of an eye, he opened a path and moved forward unimpeded. He forcibly pushed back the young man of the Sa family. With his remaining power, he was still able to smash the flower stand and wooden stakes, and the Vajra Prajna Palm. The infinite force exerted with all one's strength is the most ferocious. Even if five or six people work together, they can't resist it at all.
"If you don't surrender, I will wipe out all of you today!"
Monk Yankong's killing cry was loud and loud, and he was able to suppress the entire crowd with just one person, killing hundreds of servants of the Sa family until blood flowed all over the ground, and they were knocked upside down, unable to resist at all.
The powerful Vajra Prajna Palm and the powerful Vajra Finger were shot at the same time. In the blink of an eye, the sword was cut and the person was killed. He hit the wall of the house with a look of death. The murder method this night was as ruthless as the demon monk Keba in the Western Regions massacred the Ma family.
He pointed at the old man in Wenyu Mountain House from afar,
"If you, the chief culprit, surrender to the law and all of you put down your weapons, I might be able to tolerate you for once!"
Seeing that the other party was gathering in an attempt to kill them all, Monk Yankong immediately shouted to the sky: "Bring me something!"
The head of the Sa family originally thought that the opponent would rely on the power of weapons, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure emerging from the corner of the courtyard and throwing a cloth bag.
Monk Yankong shook off the baggage, lifted a round black object to a high place, opened his eyes wide and shouted angrily: "Old man, look at what this is!"
As everyone looked, Monk Yankong was holding a thick black braid in his hand, swinging a blood-stained, painful and ferocious beheaded head in mid-air. His eyes were staring blankly into the air, determined to die before his death. After enduring great pain, he died and his head was cut off.
In the light of the fire, the old man of the Sa family recognized it from his facial features, and was shocked to notice that the eldest son of the Sa family had been reviewed by the Hanlin Academy and released as the county magistrate!
The domineering look of the other party suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The head of the Sa family was suddenly suffocated and unwilling to believe the tragic situation in front of him. However, as his face hesitated in pain, in the blink of an eye, the clan members who were smashed away by a palm finally showed hatred. said.
"You, a dog official, have ruined my family's good reputation. Today I will pay with my head as compensation. I just hope you will stop making things difficult for the people of my Sa family!"
After saying that, he broke away from the support of his wife and children beside him, staggered and wanted to hit the pillar of the flower hall.
"The earth has no boundaries, and the sky is lawless. If I want to blame you, I can only blame you for being like a chariot! It's not up to you to die!"
Monk Yankong looked at it with a ferocious smile. He suddenly stepped forward and pressed his hands against a stone tablet. With the force of his arms and the strength of his waist and legs, he actually pulled up the stone tablet from the soil. He lifted a stone tablet weighing more than a thousand kilograms on his shoulders and smashed it directly towards Wenyu Shanfang in the distance!
When the earth shook and the mountains shook, the Zhaobei instantly broke the pillars of the corridor and smashed half of the wall tiles in the flower hall. Then it was deeply embedded in the ground with a crackling sound of collapse, crushing the green bricks all over the floor.
Before the head of the Sa family could even touch the pillar, he was covered by a hood of broken rubble. His white hair was stained with flowers, and streams of blood flowed from his forehead. He could only collapse in the ruins with his mouth shut, as if he was demented. .
Monk Yankong stood in the courtyard and looked around. Everyone in the Sa family was frightened and frightened in front of such a barbaric feat. Teams of soldiers were cleared and disarmed.
After the dust fell to the ground, the originally magnificent and multi-story Sa Mansion was in a mess. Teams of Qing soldiers were escorting them out. The huge courtyard was empty except for Monk Yankong, who stared into the dark night with a thoughtful and forbearing expression.
"Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy!"
Monk Yankong's men were all desperadoes whose faces were beyond recognition and whose faces were stabbed with swords. At this time, one of his men walked in quickly from the door with blood on his hands.
Monk Yankong turned his back to the other party and asked in a deep voice.
"What's going on, tell me!"
The subordinate's voice was hoarse, and he knelt down and said with his fists clasped.
"The interrogation of the Huang family has been completed. At first they denied it, but when they heard the words 'The king of Fujian interrogates', they became honest and admitted that what you want, my lord, is now in their hands."
Monk Yankong was overjoyed when he heard this. They walked out of the gate of Safu together and walked along the road of Huangxiang to another high-gate mansion at the entrance of the alley.
In the main courtyard, several people were excavating the ground with shovels. As the sand accumulated on the side and formed a hill, a huge monument appeared in the soil.
"The "Long Qi Monument in the Imperial Palace" is indeed here!"
Monk Yankong's eyes shone brightly, causing him to lift the stele and reach out to touch the ancient stele, which was nearly two feet high. The head of the stele was six-headed, the carvings were vigorous, and the side of the stele was engraved with arabesque patterns. It remains gorgeous after the passage of time. .
Taking a closer look at this stele, the inscription begins with an ode and is prefaced by quotations, vaguely describing the commendation of the King of Fujian for building the imperial palace in Fuzhou during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and the auspiciousness of the Yellow Dragon emerging from the water. The whole stele is tall and carved. Excellent workmanship, no compromises at all.
"Do you know the origin of this stele? King Yanjun of Huizong of Fujian followed the advice of Taoist priest Chen Shouyuan and built the Imperial Palace on the top of the Jiuxian Mountain to worship a god who descended from the sky and has an unknown origin, named the Imperial Lord."
Monk Yankong squinted to the side and said deliberately.
"This god has never been recorded in the history books, and his alchemy skills have never been revealed. It is said that Wang Shenzhi dreamed of it at night when he came to Fujian, and then drew it in the album. Min Huizong obtained it and regarded it as a treasure, and cast it with countless white copper and gold The emperor personally recited prayers day and night, burned incense and offered prayers, and all political affairs of the country, no matter how big or small, were requested to be ordered by the emperor before being decided. In an instant, the country was in a frenzy."
Monk Yankong looked at the inscription infatuatedly, and said with pride: "Huang Dun, the founder of the Huang family in Yixu, followed Wang Shenzhi from Gushi County, Guangzhou, Henan to Fujian in the late Tang Dynasty, and became a close minister of Humerus. I knew that the then King of Fujian The clues left behind are most likely in their hands..."
Then he looked around, facing the empty yard, and talked to himself.
"There is also the Yanmen Sa clan, which was originally the 'Dashiman clan' of the Semu people originating in the Western Regions. Their ancestor Sadura was born in Yanmen, Shanxi. He was given the surname Sa by the Yuan Dynasty and later moved to the base in the fourth year of Zhishun. Fuzhou, if you say they have no purpose, I will not believe it!"
The men just knelt down and did not move, but couldn't help but said curiously: "Your Majesty, the imperial envoy, what is the purpose of the imperial court's mobilization of troops for this trip? After all, the subordinates have been attacking for days..."
"Do you also think that my methods are too harsh?"
Monk Yankong did not mince words about his purpose and said it to his confidants.
"But what if I tell you that all of them are actually in collusion with the White Lotus cult, and have purchased many ulterior and horrifying antiquities from the White Lotus cult's protector Hongyang Fuduodan?"
"I don't dare to be humble!"
His subordinates quickly confessed.
"It's okay if you don't dare. The secrets buried in Fuzhou City are definitely not something that two or three people can spy on,"
Monk Yankong snorted coldly, "The Geng family is so bold. Fortunately, Geng Jimao still knows how to assess the situation. The world is weird and unpredictable, as I personally experienced in the Shaolin Temple. Those who dare to get involved will never end well - even if The genius in the temple who is said to be once in a century will not be immune to the outside world after all..."
The monk in the courtyard told the secrets of what he had seen and heard, and suddenly spoke loudly to the empty flower wall.
"Since you've been listening to me for a long time, why don't you come out and talk! Since I came out today, it's just to lure out you shameless rats!"
The monk stepped forward and moved his instruments around with his palms, suddenly generating great strength. I saw him pressing his palm against the flower wall in the courtyard, instantly destroying the bricks and pushing it backwards. His strength was overwhelming, and it was obvious that he had been prepared for a long time.
Two figures jumped out from behind the wall, one black and one white, like a soul seducer returning the sun. Throwing out the sharp hook in his hand, he tore the throats of several pursuing Qing soldiers, waving the chains and hanging them on the courtyard wall again, intending to escape.
A cold light flashed in Monk Yankong's eyes, and he immediately threw out his broad sleeves and hit the two of them, sending them flying and falling into a patch of peonies.
The Qing soldiers who were interrogating in the backyard heard the sound and came forward, holding swords and torches to illuminate the surroundings. Just as Yankong was about to pursue him, a large handful of sand was scattered in the flowerbed, blinding his eyes.
Under the emergency situation, Monk Yankong could only rely on the source of the sound to subconsciously use his palm, and he fought with a black and white figure!
"Hahaha, it's true that you two hanged ghosts are not dead after being hit by my Vajra Prajna Palm!"
Monk Yankong laughed loudly. He still showed no panic to his blind opponent, instantly revealing the opponent's identity.
The Chang brothers were in ragged clothes and were long and thin. They held hooks in their left and right hands and remained silent. The palms they had just lifted up the black sand palm were swollen and trembling slightly. It was obvious that they were at a disadvantage in the strong collision of palms. He was hit hard again by the opponent.
The two of them had previously relied on Qingcheng's advanced martial arts to suppress their injuries, but now they could no longer resist, and black blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths. Seeing that the situation was not good, the two had no choice but to jump over the wall again, but Monk Yankong stopped his men from pursuing.
"There are forces surging in the dark tonight. I came out just to alert the snakes and find out their background. Chang Qingzi's disciples are nothing more than two mice. It is in vain to catch up with them and easily divert them away from the mountain."
He took some water to wash his eyes, and slapped an angry palm on the edge of the water tank that was higher than his head. Water instantly covered the ground.
"If I hadn't fought with a ghost-faced man when I arrived and my energy had not been depleted, I would have killed them this time. The ghost-faced man's martial arts skills are incredible. He fought with me in dozens of moves without any leakage. , it would be quite difficult to take it by force."
The subordinate asked in a deep voice: "Your Majesty the Imperial Envoy, in this case, we still have one in prison, is it better to kill him first?"
After that, he also added a gesture of wiping his throat.
However, Monk Yankong immediately waved his hand to reject it.
"No. Our manpower is already stretched thin. We must not divide our forces and rush forward before we find the treasure. Besides, among so many opponents, only the master from the Lin Mansion is completely invisible to me..."
Before he finished speaking, his voice was suddenly stopped, and murderous intent appeared in his changing eyes again.
"At the beginning, the Taoist priests in the Min Palace claimed to be omnipotent and could even lead Min Huizong to see ghosts in the daytime and escape from prisons. However, this faint king did not know that the magical powers of Chen Shouyuan and his like really relied on the Taoist priests in the imperial palace. That god.”
"Now that the three lanes and seven alleys are under our control, you continue to torture every household, forcing them to reveal the secrets of the Blood Buddha statue and the White Lotus Sect. The Holy One speculates that the Blood Buddha in the world is the one who prayed for everything in the palace of the King of Fujian. His Imperial Majesty!"
"My subordinates understand! Go and investigate immediately!"
The disfigured men hissed and took orders before leaving.
Monk Yankong sneered slightly from behind, looking at the boundless sky with extremely sinister eyes.
Everything he said was true, but it was only partly true.
Before coming, Monk Yankong had already told his Qing soldiers that the purpose of his trip to Rong was to investigate the matter of the Blood Buddha who had his stomach disemboweled and to attack the White Lotus Sect and the Geng family who were secretly and openly colluding.
Together with the search for the Blood Buddha Statue and the Treasure Emperor that he announced tonight, in the final analysis, it was only the goal of other people, not his own.
Everyone in the world has selfish motives, the White Lotus Sect has it, Prince Geng's Mansion has it, Fuwei Escort Agency must have it too, and he is no exception.
In this turmoil, everyone is a hunter in the dark. The one who is first guessed or exposed his intentions is destined to be eliminated. As the forces involved in the situation become more and more complicated, his selfishness seems to be ordinary.
This city of Fuzhou is so small that it cannot accommodate two voices; this city of Fuzhou is also very large, so in addition to what the emperor wants, there are also things he wants buried.
He already knew about Tian Guinong's setback, but Monk Yankong didn't think that what he was looking for would be in the hands of Fuwei Escort Agency. In the final analysis, Jianghu martial arts is just a rudimentary skill, and it cannot even make a single splash in the face of the great terror and despair that he has witnessed with his own eyes.
From the moment he appeared in Nether Alley and actively entered the game, he found that his actions were gradually stymied and difficult, and his previous plans also encountered repeated resistance. However, Monk Yankong was still confident, not only because of his martial arts, but also because he could become a leader decades ago. The lucky ones who survived in the bloody wooden alley.
——Even since then, the strange dragon-shaped shadow has appeared in his waking and dreaming lives. Even after many years, those grotesque creatures without wings are still flying in the sky day and night, accompanied by strange roars and five round toe scratches on his chest, never leaving for a moment.
Monk Yankong was one of the very few who survived, and therefore became one of the very few who did not escape the nightmare.
As Monk Yankong withdrew his men, he walked alone into the alleys that were sparsely populated due to the curfew. He strolled from the Yellow Alley through the dimly lit palace alleys, and finally ended up in the dimly lit Tower Alley. The rumors about several alleys were revealed one by one. flowed through his heart.
Monk Yankong thought, the Geng family was really stupid for searching in vain among the three mountains and two pagodas, digging up all the relics left by the King of Fujian.
But speaking of stupidity, now several people are hiding, and no one dares to reveal what they want, lest they be attacked by a group, they will not give in too much.
The statue of Baohuang was mysterious and bizarre hundreds of years ago, and no one knew its true appearance. With the demise of the Min Kingdom, it was slashed and burned with swords in the Southern Tang Dynasty. At the cost of hundreds of lives, the Baohuang statue sank forever. Deep in the Minjiang River.
It is difficult to guess whether it is the Blood Buddha born now. The treasure in his eyes is only the radiant orb that was discovered when the foundation of the Dingguang Duobao Pagoda at the foot of Jiuxian Mountain among the three mountains was found. of.
The Geng family must not know the inside story of the two towers, so they dug up the Chongmiao Baosheng Clock Tower under Shewu Mountain, one of the three mountains in the city, to suppress evil spirits, which caused all kinds of strange things in Fuzhou City.
You must know that even Wang Yanxi, the seventh son of Wang Shenzhi, died mysteriously when he was building a nine-story pagoda before reaching the seventh floor. The building of the pagoda to impeach evil spirits was hurriedly ended, and Guo Zuo of Fujian also died in four years. Then it was over, and there was no way back.
Now the Geng family is seeking death, which is not a pity.
Along the way, Monk Yankong's thoughts were racing, and he finally came to the entrance of a desolate and remote alley. He stopped and just stared at the shape of the pagoda on the square, silent.
In order to obtain the supreme opportunity in the Vajrapani Light Initiation Tantra and to catch a glimpse of the secret of King Jundali Ming’s achievement of injuring Vajra, Monk Yankong had long been determined to search for it through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood until he saw the wonderful lotus coming out of the corpse’s mouth. The unworldly sight of a body like Brahma!
"Where is the Mani Orb..."
Monk Yankong murmured to himself.
