Thousand Buddha Temple.
Dharma conference venue.
There was a shallow and small mud pit, spitting out some blood-red foam.
Li Changan stood in front of him, bent down and picked up half of a bamboo stick left behind by someone who didn't know who he was, and pulled out half of his intestines and a pair of hearts in the mud.
The blood on it is still wet.
This means that not long ago, someone was disemboweled here like an animal on a chopping block.
But now, both the victim and the murderer have disappeared without a trace.
Li Changan raised his eyes and looked around. All he could see were stands collapsing, incense burners overturned, flags falling to the ground, and silks and satins being trampled into the dust. Is there any trace of the luxury of the day? On the once crowded venue, clothes, weapons, bags, donation boxes, money... were scattered all over the place. Mud, blood, stumps, organs... all mixed together.
Anyone can see that there was a fight here not long ago... No! It's massacre.
But at the moment, apart from a few bits and pieces, there are strangely no corpses, and even the towering altar has only a few empty lotus terraces.
Dharma conference venue.
Is this place, where all the suffering tonight began, already empty of corpses?
………
"how?"
Li Changan didn't rush to answer, he just hurriedly dispersed Chong Longyu, then pinched his nose and waved his hands desperately.
The pungent stench that filled the mountain almost knocked him over. How could he tell the whereabouts of the corpse Buddha?
He paused for a while and then asked Yan Xinglie about it, but the bearded man was helpless. To ghosts, the yang energy of living people is like a torch in the night, but in their eyes, zombies are no different from roadside gravel and are difficult to trace.
"Isn't it a waste of time?"
"That's not the case, isn't it just catching some rotten fish and shrimps?"
While he was talking, he saw the sound of living corpses coming out of the trees and bushes surrounding the venue as if in an endless stream.
Li Changan unsheathed his sword and said with a smile:
"Look, it's not that we caught the rotten fish and shrimps, but the rotten fish and shrimps caught us."
"So what's the problem?"
Yan Xinglie didn't care.
"A rotten linen net can trap fish and shrimps, but it cannot trap a dragon."
"brothers!"
He raised his arms and shouted.
"Let these jumping corpses and rotting flesh show the style of frontier men!"
The Yin Army soldiers who gathered around him immediately responded and shouted three times in a row.
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
"Tiger!"
The sound of killing seemed to reach into the sky.
Then, at Yan Xinglie's order, he rushed back towards the dense tide of corpses swarming up.
The living corpse has no fear of life or death, and the Yin soldiers will not turn around even if they are shattered to pieces.
As soon as the two sides met, it was like two rows of huge waves colliding with each other, and the collision... well, it was actually not that tragic.
The living corpses have sharp teeth and no talismans on their mouths. How can they cause much harm to the Yin soldiers? As for the Yin soldiers... Li Changan has long had doubts. The last time he saw Yan Xinglie and his entourage, how majestic they were with their helmets and armor on! This time, he was only wearing coarse cloth and even had his upper body uncovered, which was very shabby. What he carried in his hand was not a sword, a gun or a halberd, but tools such as a hammer and pickaxe. More importantly, without the ferocity in Juzhou City, except that the body is more solid, it is no different from ordinary evil ghosts.
When the call came, if it weren't for Yan Dabeard leading the way, Li Changan would have thought he had summoned the wrong ghost. It was not the Yin soldiers who came, but a group of mining ghosts.
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The long sword flashed like a ghost, stirred into the eyes of the living corpse, and then quickly withdrew, bringing out a puff of brain.
Li Changan kept walking around, avoiding the blood, and cut off the neck of another living corpse. Although the fighting was fierce, he still took the time to express his doubts.
When Yan Xinglie heard this, he first swung the sledgehammer and smashed the head of a living corpse into the chest, wiped the blood spatter on his face, and then said with a smile:
"I don't want to hide it from the Taoist priest. Although the great revenge was avenged in Juzhou that day, he secretly mobilized Yin soldiers and ruined the Yin law system. There was a reason why Yama took pity on me and did not punish me severely. He only allowed a few brothers to repair the city in vain. The city wall. When I received the Taoist Chief’s decree, I was..."
While he was talking, a mutated living corpse suddenly jumped out. His head was swollen and twisted like a durian, and his limbs were elongated like mosquito tentacles, but the bearded man grabbed his neck and lifted him up. The living corpse waved its four slender arms and legs, and plucked randomly at the bearded steel-like arms. Unfortunately, it could not move at all, but was pulled closer by the bearded man. After looking at it for a few times, he said with disgust:
"This monster is a bit uglier than the pickled bastards from hell."
After that, he broke its neck, threw it aside, and then said to Li Changan:
"I am taking my brothers to mine stones in Tiezhu Mountain."
Tiezhu Mountain? Oh, Iron Pillar Mountain Hell. No wonder he is dressed as a coolie.
The Taoist priest nodded and stabbed the living corpse thrown by the bearded man to death, but he frowned.
"Then wouldn't you..."
Judging from the tone, could it be that these guys escaped from prison?
Big beard and big mouth:
"exactly!"
"Taoist Priest, don't worry about it. Yan is an official of Longxiang Guard. If he hadn't died on the way, he would have had a hand in Qianfo Temple. Thanks to Taoist Priest's call, he just finished the job." This is unfinished business. Not to mention..."
He smiled more and more freely, with a wantonness that he had never seen before in his life.
"The Taoist priest has been very kind to us. Don't say that he is just a chengdan. Even if he really goes to hell, as long as the Taoist priest calls him, he can climb out and do whatever he wants. Brothers, do you think so or not?!"
Immediately, the surroundings were in chaos.
Another "person" replied: "The general is absolutely right. Could it be that the Taoist priest helped me? That thief is still getting promoted and making a fortune. Now that the big revenge has been avenged, he will be very happy even if he is fried in a frying pan a few times." Hey!"
"How can there be enough oil in the pot? I have to roll the mountain of knives in a circle to be happy!"
"Bah! If you want me to say it, I'll scream and burn you to death."
"Hey, corpse mud hell..." Oh, this taste is too strong.
All in all, the chatter became more and more confusing and biased, but it did wash away the Taoist priest's guilt.
He stooped and cut off the arms and legs of a living corpse, causing it to fall to the ground. There was a bit of worry in his words.
"Since I sneaked into the human world, I'm afraid it will attract some evil deeds."
The bearded man swung the sledgehammer and smashed the head of the living corpse.
"Don't worry, Taoist priest. I'll leave Lou Cheng to hold off the guards. I estimate that I can survive tonight..."
Yan Xinglie's words suddenly stopped, and his big face turned into a hairy bitter melon.
The Taoist priest followed his gaze.
But I saw a pale-faced man sitting on the originally empty high platform. The man was wearing a soap coat and a three-foot-tall black hat on his head. He had a long banner beside him and was looking through a familiar booklet.
"That is?"
"The judge who oversees the work."
Li Changan: "..."
At this time, the judge seemed to be aware of the prying eyes. Shi Shiran put away the folder, but then did not come to take it, let alone speak. He only stretched out a finger to shake it, and then lowered his head to count. Ants.
"What does this mean?"
Taoist priests don’t quite understand the ways of the underworld.
Yan Xinglie breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your magnanimity and letting us go."
Li Changan's nervousness eased slightly after hearing this, but he still didn't let out a clear breath.
"but……"
"how?"
"There's a time limit."
"how long?"
"An hour."
………………
This is trouble!
This time going up the mountain, the troops were originally divided into two groups. Along the way, Li Chang'an and Yan Xinglie led a group of ghost soldiers to find the corpse Buddha, with the intention of attacking Huanglong and capturing the thief and king; on the other way, they dispersed on the spot and tried their best to search and rescue the living people.
But judging from the current situation, this plan has come to nothing.
Li Changan took stock of the situation on the field and found that, as he said before, it was more than intense but had little effect. On the side of the living corpses, the shapes of the Yin soldiers are erratic, and if you take a bite, it is just a smear of black smoke; on the side of the Yin soldiers, firstly, they have lost their identity as Yin gods in the underworld; secondly, these living corpses are also quite similar. What's strange... Most of the ordinary walking corpses can only get up and attack people after their souls have been removed.
However, there is no soul at all inside the shells of these living corpses, and ordinary ghosts can't do anything about them.
The situation is tense and time is pressing.
Li Changan made a decision:
"Brother Yan."
"The Taoist priest just said it doesn't matter."
"We came to kill this corpse Buddha. We originally thought that we could not only eliminate the demon, but also fundamentally eliminate the source of the living corpse, so as to kill two birds with one stone. Even if it fails, there will be another army scattered to save people... …”
Yan Xinglie nodded, this strategy was discussed together.
"But now that the corpse Buddha has escaped and hid, it is difficult to find a trace for a moment. I take it for granted." Li Changan accepted the blame and continued without waiting for the other party to refute, "Although the judge is lenient at the moment, we can save people within an hour. I’m afraid it’s difficult to balance both the evil and the demon elimination…”
"I understand what the Taoist Master means..." Yan Xinglie pondered for a while, "Rescue people or eliminate demons?"
Li Changan raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking at the vast forest and the dark night.
"Save people."
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Having made the decision to give priority to rescuing people, Yan Xinglie's Yin soldiers stopped entangled with the living corpses and turned their efforts to search and rescue the living.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened afterwards.
After escorting the last group of survivors down the mountain, they passed through the temporary defense line set up by the government and headed to the resettlement place behind.
Li Changan looked back and saw the living corpses slowly retreating back to the mountain.
He couldn't help but make sure again.
"Returned?"
"Go back."
Yan Xinglie nodded to confirm, then continued:
"I have gone back and forth several times this night, and these living corpses have never left Yeshan, including in other directions."
"This is a blessing among misfortunes."
"really……"
Yan Xinglie agreed and glanced at the defense line behind him.
It was established overnight by Long Xiangwei's group of people who gathered in the state capital. The main force among them was mostly the remaining soldiers and horses of the official army and the young men drawn from nearby. It's hard for these people to deal with bandits, let alone man-eating monsters. If it weren't for the masters of the Longxiang Guards supervising the formation, and the living corpses never coming down the mountain, they would have dispersed long ago.
And also at this time.
"Oh oh oh oh..."
I don't know where the rooster crows.
In the east, a red sun leaps out of the sky.
Li Changan suddenly realized that it was dawn before he knew it.
The judge said he would be given an hour's grace, but in the end he was given a whole night's grace.
The Taoist priest quickly turned back to look at Yan Xinglie, only to see that the bearded figure gradually disappeared in the sunlight.
The two of them didn't say anything polite, they just held hands and smiled goodbye.
At this moment, the people behind him started to cheer belatedly.
"The sun is out!"
"The monster has retreated!"
"We survived!"
…
Some people cried with joy, some howled, some hugged each other and laughed... There was also a little monk kneeling in the mud, weeping silently.
Li Changan was exhausted and didn't pay much attention.
"Fellow Taoist Xuanxiao."
The person who stopped Li Changan was one of the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain.
"That treasure of yours..."
He hesitated to speak, his face full of shame.
Treasure bag? Li Changan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized. Oh, he was talking about Yan Xinglie's excerpts.
Previously, because it relied on a few Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain to perform the method, they had always had the Zhezi in their hands. Looking at this man's face now... no wonder the fold in the judge's hand looked so familiar.
"I know...it doesn't matter."
Li Changan waved his hand.
"Leave here first."
He couldn't worry about Donkey Jiling and the little girl, and always wanted to rush to have a look before he could feel at ease.
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