Thousand Buddhas Temple, the site of the Dharma Ceremony.
"A vacuum hometown, a birthless mother."
A White Lotus sect believer shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhenfu Si Yinggu without fear of death. But on the way, he was stabbed through the intestines by the Zhenfusi master with a knife. Only the corpse's momentum continued unabated, knocking the Zhenfusi master staggering and almost colliding with a panicked old woman behind him.
The master of the Zhenfu Division stood firm and tried to push the old woman away out of anger.
But suddenly.
There was a sharp pain in my waist and eyes.
He lowered his head in disbelief.
Then he saw the old woman twirling the dagger in his hand in a circle in his waist, with a twisted smile on her wrinkled face, and murmured: "A vacuum hometown, a birthless old mother."
This is just a corner of the scene. In fact, this scene is constantly happening in the scene.
The Dharma Assembly scene, where colorful flags were fluttering and Buddha chanted just now, is now a slaughterhouse full of chaos, crying, blood, and killing.
On the high platform, Bai Lian Zuo envoy Xiang Ji Sheng had a panoramic view of all this.
Everything went smoothly and according to plan.
Wait until the last moment of the ceremony, when petals of lotus flowers fall from the sky.
He threw a cup as a signal, and the believers lurking in every corner of the Dharma assembly started to mobilize together.
Farmers killed traders, believers killed monks, soldiers killed generals... With shouting and running, the place suddenly turned into a vast ocean of chaos, while the hawks and dogs of the Zhenfu Division were divided into isolated islands, hiding The White Lotus Sect killers were like sharks underwater, quietly launching their attacks.
It's ridiculous. These dog officials of the Zhenfu Division still don't know that they are about to die. They actually imagine that they can coexist peacefully with the Holy Religion?
Xiang Jisheng saw those masters who suppressed the Fusi being torn into pieces by the fanatical believers who came one after another, and were attacked by open guns and secret arrows; he saw the Taoist who was born in Longhu Mountain, unable to sing with his hands alone, and finally died; he saw the man who had made false promises with him. Chen Zhiji begged him for mercy, but still could not escape death; he saw blood, saw killing...
He was intoxicated and looked at the graceful figure on the altar - that was the White Lotus Saint, the beauty he could only bury his saliva in his heart, and the wife he was about to marry.
But……
Out of nowhere, a little doubt suddenly arose in Xiang Ji Sheng's heart.
Isn't the Saint still locked up in the Demon Transformation Cave?
A voice in his ear told him: Have you forgotten? It was you who arranged for her to be rescued.
Oh, yes.
Turn left to be enlightened.
He was so proud that he raised his glass in toast.
With today's great achievements, those voices within the church that opposed his move to the left envoy can finally be silenced.
He fancied a bright future.
until……
"Boom."
A bell rings.
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"Infinite Heavenly Lord."
Taoist Longtu lowered his eyes and chanted the classics silently. The ancient pine-patterned sword in his hand was full of gaps because it had chopped too many bones. The Taoist uniform with wide robes and long sleeves was soaked with too much blood and stuck together. , can no longer stretch.
However, he still did not hesitate and slashed at another White Lotus cultist with his sword.
Everything went smoothly and according to plan.
Wait until the last moment of the ceremony, when petals of lotus flowers fall from the sky.
The White Lotus Sect, these rats in the gutter, thought they had a trick and took off their disguises, exposing themselves to the sun one after another, but they didn't know they were caught in a trap.
The counterattack began.
The juniors from Longhu Mountain in the periphery opened altars to worship ghosts and gods; in the venue, the lurking masters of the Zhenfu Division launched a fatal blow; and what relieved Longtu Taoist the most was that the elite officers and soldiers successfully suppressed the order of the venue , evacuate the innocent people involved...
There must be many remnants of the White Lotus Sect among them.
He secretly guessed.
But that doesn't matter.
As long as this person is cut off, the big tree of the White Lotus Sect has been uprooted, and the rest of the people can only become fleeing hozens.
Taoist Longtu cast his cold eyes at the White Lotus Sect demons who were fighting stubbornly in the corner, watching them fall one after another, revealing the heads of thieves they were desperately protecting. This man looked panicked, like a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy.
The overall situation is decided!
But……
Taoist Longtu looked at this man, and doubts arose in his mind for no reason:
Who is this person?
Immediately, a voice told him: He was the leader of the White Lotus.
oh?
Taoist Longtu looked dazed.
But when did the leader of White Lotus arrive in Yuzhou?
The voice in my ear said again: Hasn’t the leader of the White Lotus been hiding in Thousand Buddhas Temple all along?
The voice urged:
Hurry, don't hesitate. Don't miss this opportunity, kill him and destroy the White Lotus Sect!
Taoist Longtu nodded slowly, and the long sword shook, shaking off bits of flesh and blood from the notch of the blade.
"Exterminate demons and defend the Way."
He muttered to himself and raised his sword forward.
until……
"Boom."
A bell rings.
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Most of the crowded people under the Dharma platform were tenants of the monks at the foot of the mountain.
They come from all over the world, but most of them have the same situation.
It's nothing more than natural and man-made disasters happening one after another, forcing people to be devastated and displaced, and end up in Yuzhou, earning a living by picking up the leftovers of monks.
The same is true for Aunt Ma.
She didn't believe in Buddha, but she planted the land of the monk, how could she not praise the monk?
So today before dawn, I went to the mountain obediently, listened to sutras, donated money, drank porridge, and finally waited until sunset, when petaled lotus flowers fell from the sky...
Suddenly.
There was a buzz in my head.
The next moment, it was like waking up from a big dream, or falling into a nightmare.
Everything around her suddenly changed. It was sunset just now, but now the crescent moon was high in the sky. The surrounding temple towers turned into cottages and fields burning in the fire, and the believers around her changed into faces that she could not let go of. , running, crying, the light of the sword reflected the light of blood, laughing wildly mixed with crying...
Aunt Ma's eyes widened. She would never forget this place - her former home; she would never forget this night - the rebels poured into the village, looted and massacred; she would never forget this person...
She was trembling all over and looked in horror at the figure walking towards her with a grin on her face.
It's him! It's that devil!
The rebel soldier who killed her husband, her parents-in-law, her eldest daughter, and her second son. Now this devil has come to kill her again, and has come to kill her youngest son, her only child. What? !
No! never!
She didn't know where the courage came from, and like a she-wolf cornered, she pounced!
But……
strangeness.
The resistance was smaller than she imagined. This nightmare she had always had was like a paper tiger that could burst when poked. She easily threw herself to the ground, begging her for mercy with tears streaming down her face.
But this only aroused her anger, her hatred, and her tyranny.
When punches and kicks were not enough, he disemboweled him with his fingernails and tore his throat with his teeth.
It wasn't until her enemy gradually became silent and lost his human form that she stopped her madness and stood up blankly. Tears mixed with blood flowed down her dull face. She opened her mouth to mutter something...
At this time.
"Boom."
A bell rings.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
Suddenly I took off my earplugs, and the sound of rain that could suppress all the noise flooded into my ears.
It's raining?
when?
She was stunned for a moment, then raised her face blankly, only to find that it was still dusk, the setting sun was like blood surging along the gaps in the clouds, the black clouds were like heavy iron, and fine raindrops were beating down overwhelmingly.
Only then did she feel cold, and then she realized that her clothes were soaked by the rain. Looking around, there were one after another, like her, at a loss and covered in blood, as well as more corpses lying on the ground.
There were no rebels or fires, so what she had just killed was... She lowered her gaze, and the heavy rain poured blood into the ocean. The "enemy" who had been torn to pieces by her was lying on his back in the blood.
With a small body, a childish face, and big eyes facing her blankly.
She opened her mouth...
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The tip of the sword that tore through the air reflected the cold light.
Just looking at the "White Lotus Cult Master", he was about to die on the spot.
"Boom."
The sudden sound of the bell made Taoist Longtu's eyes blur.
Immediately, he was shocked to find that the person under the sword suddenly changed his face and turned into the appearance of his boss, the newly appointed Master Chen Zhiji.
In horror, he struggled to deflect the edge of the sword, barely letting the blade scrape Mr. Chen's neck and pierce the wooden board behind him.
But Chen Zhiji was still immersed in hallucinations, kicking his hands and feet, crying and begging for mercy: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I didn't harm you... Huh?"
After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, wiped some cat urine, looked at Taoist Longtu, and asked blankly:
"Dragon picture?"
But Taoist Longtu paid no attention to him. He only stood in the heavy rain with a pale face, looking at the corpse lying on the pillow on the high platform in a daze... This was all the "result" of his killing all the way to eliminate demons and defend the Tao.
There are demons from the White Lotus Sect, monks, innocent people, and most of all, Brother Paoze from the Zhenfu Division.
"My son! Yao'er!"
Under the stage, a shrill cry came from nowhere.
Taoist Longtu shook his body, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
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After a brief period of confusion, people fell into greater grief and panic.
Waking up from the hallucination, they found that those they desperately killed were their relatives and friends. The wife killed her husband, the elder brother killed the younger brother, and the mother killed her own child.
Aunt Ma held her son in her arms, speechless.
Except for the cry just now, the heart-wrenching grief made her lose all responses to the outside world.
For a long time, a sad and angry voice rose in her head.
why is that?
Why kill her child?
Could it be that he was punishing her because he was not pious to gods and Buddhas?
She raised her head and looked at the altar, but was stunned.
what is that?
There is still a row of familiar rosettes on the altar, but the ones on the rosettes are not the physical Buddhas of the past, but some old monks with pained faces.
And behind the row of lotus pedestals, deep in the altar, sat a giant with three heads and six arms. The clothes on the giant's body vaguely looked like monk's robes, which were broken by the huge body, revealing the blue-gray muscles and bones underneath; there were three faces. The upper cheekbones are bulging, the eye sockets are sunken, the mouth has fangs, and there are many sarcomas. He clearly looks like an evil ghost, but he wears three Vairocana hats.
No reason.
Madam Ma remembered a long-standing legend.
Three bodies...Buddha?
But at this moment, the three-headed and six-armed giant seemed to have noticed her prying eyes. The three heads looked over at the same time. One was grinning ferociously, the other howling angrily, and the other closing his eyes and chanting something.
She was startled, but before she could scream, the child in her arms suddenly started to tremble.
But she was inexplicably surprised and said: My child is alive?
Aunt Ma looked away happily, but she was met with a pair of gray eyes on her young face.
The child looked at her with wide eyes, and the whites of his eyes were slightly bloodshot, like insects crawling into his pupils.
Aunt Ma couldn't care less about this. With tears in her eyes, she hurriedly wiped away the blood on the child's face and called out carefully:
"youngest……"
The call ended abruptly.
But it was the child who stabbed her chest with his fingers, making it impossible for the word "son" to be uttered.
With a trace of doubt, a trace of pain, and a trace of relief, she slumped to the ground. The last scene of the venue was reflected in the pupils that were immersed in the muddy water and gradually lost their vitality.
One after another, the dead staggered and "resurrected" and took revenge on the living. The crowd fled in panic, only to find in despair that many monks were surrounding the edge of the venue. They dragged their twisted bodies and slowly approached...
In the heavy rain, the killings happened again.
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