The "evil Buddha" was monk Fei Fei, whose common name was Li Long. He was originally a lay disciple of Fang Xinhu sect in Shaolin.
Li Long showed great talent in martial arts when he first entered the Shaolin sect, but because of his heart, he was never allowed to become a monk, so he was not allowed to come into contact with the core martial arts skills of Shaolin.
Seeing that his brothers who are less talented than him have begun to practice Shaolin's superior martial arts, but due to his status, he can only watch their martial arts improve day by day, while he can only work hard on several types of martial arts that are completely unsatisfactory. , Li Long's dissatisfaction accumulated day by day, and he gradually had some ideas.
One day, Li Long, who had been carefully planning for a long time, found an opportunity to steal a batch of secret books recording Shaolin's most advanced martial arts from the "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" and escaped from Songshan Mountain to the world.
After Xinhu inquired, he became furious and sent out masters from the temple to hunt him down.
Li Long escaped in great embarrassment at first, but as he began to practice the stolen secrets, his cultivation began to improve by leaps and bounds, and he was even promoted to the innate realm in a few years, and in turn killed many Shaolin monks who were chasing him.
By the time Xinhu finally led the masters from the temple down the mountain and prepared to use the "Arhat Formation" to clean up the family, Li Long had already established a relationship with Zhu Chenhao, who was the prince of Prince Ning at the time, and with his help, he was ordained and became a monk at Jinshan Temple with the Buddhist name " Non-non”.
In this case, Xinhu could only go to see Zhu Chenhao first.
After the two parties met once, I don’t know what they said to each other. In summary, although Xinhu returned to Shaolin with the secret book stolen by Li Long, he did not mention it and just pretended that he had confiscated such a disciple and that such a thing had never happened. matter.
Today, Monk Fei Fei is in his prime. His body is tall and tall, his face is solemn and precious, and there is a faint light flowing under his skin, like pearls and jade. It is obvious that his cultivation has reached the state of perfection.
He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, half covered with a scarlet cassock, and holding a golden nine-ringed tin staff in his hand. If it weren't for the monks surrounding him who were all wearing armor and holding swords, he would have looked like an eminent monk.
"Namo Amitabha!"
Monk Fei Fei recited a Buddha's name loudly, and the sound reverberated like thunder on the Jinshan Mountain, suppressing the noisy voices of more than a thousand people in the audience.
He stepped out from the crowd and faced Hu Long, who was standing at the front with his sword in hand. He put one palm up in front of his chest and said in a deep voice: "Isn't this Taoist Hu Long, who is known as the 'Jiu Sword Fairy'? I, Jinshan Temple, and the Taoist Priest I have never had any grudges. Is it a bit too much for you to openly bring someone to knock on your door today?"
Hu Long said lazily: "Great monk, don't show off your Buddhist tongue and the lotus flower. I am not here to reason with you, but to discuss the king's law with you!"
After saying that, he took a step sideways to let Wang Shouren, who had a long sword hanging on his back, come out.
Wang Shouren stepped forward, faced the monks and shouted loudly: "I am the Minister of the Ministry of War and the censor Wang Shouren. I have been ordered to investigate and deal with the major case of hiding soldiers in Jinshan Temple with the intention of treason. If you know the benefits, you will immediately abandon your weapons and surrender and wait for the consequences. . If you rely on fierceness to resist, you must know that the king's law is ruthless!"
"You... have decided to break up?"
Monk Fei Fei looked gloomy,
"With the flames of war, the land of Jiangnan will immediately rot. You need to think clearly about the consequences!"
Wang Shouren said coldly: "To eliminate the great harm, why should the court be afraid of a battle? Besides, as long as we capture you and others, Prince Ning may not have the chance to corrupt Jiangnan!"
"Children, let Buddha destroy these dog officers and soldiers!"
Monk Fei Fei saw that what happened today was destined to be difficult, and he suddenly let out a loud shout. The image of the eminent monk he had created before instantly collapsed, showing the image of the leader Jiangnan Green Forest as a fierce bandit.
Following his order, the five hundred monks and soldiers of Jinshan Temple shouted in unison, and relying on the condescending location, they attacked the officers and soldiers with great momentum.
Hu Long and Wang Shouren had already retreated to the military formation behind them, leaving the battle to Li Xunhuan. After all, he had single-handedly organized and trained the 800 soldiers.
"Lie Yanyue Formation!"
As Li Xunhuan shouted and issued orders, the eight hundred soldiers standing in three columns formed a neat arc-shaped array with left and right sides convex and the middle concave.
"The first list of guns -" Li Xunhuan stared closely at the approaching enemy, estimating the distance purely by sight. Seeing that the enemy had already entered the maximum range of his own firearms, he suddenly shouted sharply, "Let go!"
The two hundred guns used flintlock bolts and paper-cased custom-loaded bullets. The guns, which were completely beyond the technological level of this era, sprayed angry flames at the same time. The two hundred projectiles were cross-scattered by the arc-shaped array where the shooter stood, turning into A stream of hot iron rain and steel swept the enemies in the front row into it.
Seeing a large number of enemies bursting with blood and falling down screaming, the military armor they were wearing was completely useless, Hu Long lamented that the firearms made by Zhu Houzhao were getting sharper and sharper, and secretly praised Li Xunhuan for being extraordinary. A self-taught person came up with the idea of using crossfire to increase the efficiency of killing enemies.
These monks at Jinshan Temple were all desperadoes gathered from all directions by Monk Fei Fei. Although they were hit head-on by firearms, none of them flinched. Instead, they were all aroused with ferocity. Their eyes were bloodshot and they roared and accelerated their pace and charged forward.
At this moment, the soldiers in the first row who had fired a shot had turned around, passed through the gap between the two people in the back row, and retreated to the rear to reorganize, clearing the barrels of their guns and loading ammunition with skillful movements honed through thousands of trainings.
The 300 soldiers in the second column who had already raised their guns and were on standby automatically stepped forward to fill the gaps and opened fire at the second order from Li Xunhuan.
When the three hundred soldiers in the third column stepped forward to fire, the soldiers in the first column stepped forward again with loaded muskets.
Starting from the first gunshot, the five hundred brave monk soldiers rushed forward less than thirty steps, but already suffered more than half of their casualties under the cross fire of three rounds of muskets, and they were still nearly a hundred steps away from the nearest enemy on the opposite side.
"Withdraw, withdraw everyone!"
Seeing the heavy casualties suffered by the men he had painstakingly trained to serve as personal guards during the uprising, Monk Fei Fei was heartbroken.
He was trained by Prince Ning as a future military marshal, and he was no stranger to military matters. Although he saw that the opponents had firearms in their hands, he thought that firearms had a limited range and were slow to reload, so he sacrificed dozens of people in front of him. His men were enough to cover the distance between the two sides.
Once they were in close combat, those firearms would be inferior to fire sticks. Even if they were nearly twice as powerful as the opponent, he firmly believed that the ones who would survive in the end would be these heroes with their swords licking the blood.
It's a pity that he never thought that there are firearms in today's world that are so sharp!
Hearing the shouts from behind, the remaining two hundred or so monk soldiers turned around and left without thinking, forgetting that they were still within the range of the enemy's firearms.
In a burst of intense gunfire like exploding beans, three rows of muskets fired another round, leaving behind more than a hundred enemies who had turned their backs and fled.
Seeing that only a hundred of his men returned to him, Monk Fei Fei was furious and shouted: "The Eight Great Vajras and the Eighteen Arhats will go up and slaughter them together with Lord Buddha. No one will be spared!"
After drinking, he waved his wind-milled copper nine-ring tin staff, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, and was the first to charge towards the enemy who was arrayed with his gun raised.
The twenty-six people who had just been standing behind him and had not attacked all shouted in unison to greet him. They each waved their heavy weapons such as magic pestles, crescent shovels, and horn boring machines in their hands, and followed closely behind Monk Fei Fei.
Needless to say, Monk Feifei, the so-called Eight Great Vajras and Eighteen Arhats behind him were all masters of flying, and they rushed within the range of muskets in an instant.
Li Xunhuan hurriedly ordered, and the 200 soldiers in the first column immediately pulled the triggers and fired the third round of bullets.
Amid the firelight and roar, blood blossoms burst out from the bodies of the twenty-seven people flying past from the opposite side.
However, the next scene made everyone stunned. These people who were shot in multiple places and were supposed to die immediately on the spot were actually as if nothing had happened. However, their forward-moving figures were slightly frustrated and paused, and then they all rushed forward as if they were alive and well.
Among the people present, only Hu Long could see clearly that the bullets fired at Monk Feifei and others only broke through a thin layer of skin, and then bounced back as if they had hit something extremely tough.
Under the damaged skin of these people where they were shot, what appeared was a layer of brilliant metal.
"The man who uses alchemy and tempers his body to cast bronze, never thought that this forbidden and secret technique of Shaolin in the future would actually come from the hands of this Shaolin traitor!"
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