He was as erratic as the wind, supplying supplies everywhere, changing horses everywhere, and the Yuan soldiers were chasing him wherever he went. [Read the latest chapter] Occasionally if he relaxes, he will come back and assassinate several officers, which is even more miserable.
In November, a heavy snow fell. It was difficult for the horses to move, so Lu Yuan simply abandoned the horses and made some skis. With super flexibility, he can walk dozens of kilometers in a night without any difficulty.
He began to select tribes from the Golden Family to take action. After several months on the grassland, the situation here has been clearly understood. Most of the tribes of the Golden Family occupy the best pastures, but have very few people. Except for the stewards who take care of the pastures and the serfs who herd horses, most of them went to the city to enjoy their happiness. The power of the tribe can be said to be extremely weak.
After Lu Yuan attacked several small tribes in succession and assassinated a big chief, the three thousand pursuers who stayed in Helin had to set off again in winter to pursue them, otherwise the anger of the Golden Family would burn them to ashes.
These people never returned to Helin or Dadu, and they never even saw Lu Yuan's back.
They chased after Lu Yuan tiredly and blindly, and either died in snowstorms, tribal conflicts, or died of illness and starvation. In short, when the snow melted, Lu Yuan's last sneak attack killed the last team of nearly a hundred people. Although there were a hundred people, they were all skinny and had dull eyes. When Lu Yuan came to kill them, they stood there numbly, dying with relief in their eyes, and even losing the will to resist.
When spring arrives, the grassland becomes deserted.
The bad reputation of "Green Devil" is spread everywhere. It was the demon who was punished by Changshengtian for being disrespectful to the Golden Family. Such rumors were secretly circulating.
There are also various rumors circulating among the Han people. Some people say that such a person has no eyes for a king and will die badly. Some people say that he is cruel and cruel and will be punished. There are also people who imitate him and use violence for violence to resist their fate of being a pariah.
But regardless of whether they are Mongolians or Hans, one thing everyone knows is that the myth of the Golden Family's invincibility is over.
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The short green buds of spring grass stretch in the wind.
Lu Yuan stood on the edge of the Mongolian grassland, on the Helan Mountain, looking back at the increasingly green wilderness.
After a long time, he pulled out his long knife, cut off his long hair and threw it into the empty valley. The mountain wind picked up the dark brown silk threads and flew them away.
The sword light rotated, and a head of black hair fell away.
He took off his leather jacket and underwear stained with dark red blood, folded them neatly, and pressed them under a big stone.
Finally, with a strong throw, the long knife cut across the valley, and with a loud bang, it was inserted into the stone wall on the opposite side. It was inserted two feet, but only half a foot of the blade was exposed, trembling in the wind.
Lu Yuan put on the khaki monk's robe in his bag, put on his rosary, and walked toward the mountain while knocking on the wooden fish.
"Dangdang...dangdang...dangdang..."
"Namo Amitabha Ye, Duotagadu Ye, Duodi Yeta, Amilidu Povi, Amili Duo, Sidan Povi, Amitaduo, Vikalanda, Amitaduo, Vikalana Duo, Gamila, Gagana, Zhiduo Kali, Sahaha."
The sound of wooden fish and the sound of reciting the Rebirth Mantra gradually fade away.
The place where the clothes are pressed is called "Zhanapu" by the prairie people, which means "the place where the green devil returns to the heaven of eternal life".
Although many people know that the "green devil" is a Han Chinese, he is probably just an angry warrior.
But in the summer, many tribesmen still came from far away places to worship the Changshengtian with awe and pray that the Green Devil would not appear again.
The blood-stained clothes and the stones on top are no longer visible, and are wrapped in the pagoda with layers of rubble. Even on the hilt of the knife on the opposite side of the cliff, people are constantly risking their lives to climb down and tie ribbons on it. They expected that the Green Devil would not be able to find his weapons and robes, but they did not dare to move these two items at all.
The next year, more and more people came. There were even people from the Golden Family who came all the way from Dadu to offer sacrifices.
In the next few years, an eminent monk from the Yellow Sect built a small temple here and surrounded the pagoda.
When the Yuan Dynasty fell, this place was regarded as an important Mongolian temple and burned to the ground. Only the knife stuck on the cliff and the small rain pavilion above are still left.
By the year 2010, ahem, this place had become a tourist attraction... People sat in the elevator and marveled at the rusty blades. The friends were shocked, "It turns out there is really martial arts in the world!"
The tour guide introduced: "This is the hero Xiao Feng who fought against the southern invasion of Liao during the Northern Song Dynasty..."
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Lu Yuan went all the way south, knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras day and night, and within three months he reached the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. Along the way, I occasionally treated illnesses and saved people. When I saw an old man, I would talk about health care. When I met a farmer, I would talk about farming. When a child was playing, he would touch his head and pray for blessings...
If someone asks for the name of the Dharma, he will reply "Poor monk, Shaolin ocher".
Lu Yuan walked down the road, begging for alms, eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, just casually. Perhaps because of his outstanding appearance, perhaps because fewer and fewer people do this, "Shaolin Ocher" has once again gained such a great reputation. Nowadays, the Five Heroes of Wudang are doing chivalry and justice everywhere in the world, and they have lifted the Wudang Sect up high, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they are far behind Shaolin.
When he arrived at Shaoshi Mountain, Lu Yuan also avoided the mountain gate and walked up a path, directly going around the Kongxing Divine Monk and his own small courtyard.
Seeing the old monk Kongxing, Lu Yuan just knelt down and said "Master", then put down the wooden fish and took out an oilcloth package from his arms. After unfolding it, there were four volumes of scriptures inside, which were the four volumes of flange scriptures that Jue Yuan had lost.
Master and disciple were relatively speechless.
After a while, there was a sudden "ba" sound, and the wooden fish and mallet placed aside exploded into pieces. This wooden fish was maintained all the way by Lu Yuan's Nine Yang Divine Skill. Now that the skill has dissipated, it can no longer support it.
"Oh, you kid, you have such a violent temper, it really makes Master worried."
Emptiness reached out her hand and gently touched the top of his head.
"Just stay in the temple for the next few years. If nothing happens, I will go to your senior brother's place. What do you think?"
"Disciple, obey!"
Lu Yuan said, but shed tears unconsciously.
"Don't cry, baby, don't cry." Kongxing whirled, Lu Yuan's head was a little wet, and his old eyes were a little wet. "Master is not punishing you, but your karma needs to be eliminated. When you come to the Buddha in the future and can't see your child, how can Master feel at ease?"
"Disciple, disciple..." Lu Yuan was choked with sobs and could not speak.
The old monk shook his head, turned around, and handed over a book with his backhand. "Master has revised this book. You should take a look at it and help Master find the mistakes. Don't miss any mistakes or make others laugh at us in the future."
"Disciple, I obey." Lu Yuan took it and saw that it was the dragon grip, one of the revised Shaolin seventy-two stunts. "Master, among the lines of the four volumes of scriptures that the disciples brought back this time, there is the original version of the Nine Yang Sutra written by the senior monks. After practicing, the disciples have many doubts, so please ask the master to clarify them."
The old monk didn't turn around and replied directly, "Well, I'll read the scriptures and you'll come back in a few days."
"Disciple, please retire." Lu Yuan withdrew.
When there was no sound, the old monk wiped his eyes with his monk's robe and said, "This child has been running away for three years. Old monk, I have to worry about him."
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