A person stands tall at thirty, has no doubts at forty, understands destiny at fifty, has obedient ears at sixty, and is ancient and rare at seventy.
After the age of eighty, the old age.
Grand Duke Huangtou has less than two months left before his eightieth birthday.
Historically, it has been very rare for people of this age to participate in rebellions. Even if a few can be found from the vast history, it is definitely because they have to face difficulties.
As for Grand Duke Huangtou, he is known as the number one sect sorcerer among the fifteen palaces of Jiaozhi. His reputation is so high that no matter the Jiuying and Jiuhe of Zhenwu Temple, or the eminent monks of Nalanda Temple, they all respect him and call him A senior.
His direct disciples have been passed down for four generations. The total number of disciples from all over the country is more than 400. There are many rich and famous people, and there are also people who were originally ordinary people. After learning magic, they rely on their Thanks to his abilities and his connections with his masters, he made a fortune in the local area and became an official.
Such a wide network of relationships naturally requires close contacts with the government. When Taigong Huangtou celebrated his seventieth birthday, the prefect personally came to congratulate him on his birthday to show the closeness of the relationship.
With such momentum, anyone can see that the Huangtou Taigong family is already a beneficiary of the current situation in Jiaozhi.
He worked desperately to help people rebel, but there must be damage in the process, destroying the personal relationships established over the years. Even if the rebellion is successful in the end, the reward that can be fed back to him may not be as much as it is now.
No one with a clear head would do anything that concerns one's wealth and one's life, and that involves more gain than loss.
Therefore, Qiu Shi and the others never expected that Guild Huangtou would take action at this time.
Even Hanaya found it unbelievable when she first got on the line with this old guy. She wondered if this old guy was trying to lure a snake out of its hole and put out bait for fishing. However, after working together a few times, they gradually deepened and gained mutual affection. trust.
When he struck with the first axe, he relied on Lu Banshu's understanding of the structure of the house to destroy the entire house and the Feng Shui platform. With the second strike of the axe, he killed four mages who were caught off guard.
These four people seemed to be stabbed by a large amount of invisible dry wood, which suddenly filled their five senses and seven orifices. Their mouths were wide open, their eyes, noses, and ears were bleeding. There were two gurgling sounds in their throats, and they died.
Seeing the four corpses fall, Grand Duke Huangtou's face was radiant and his murderous intent became more intense. He stared at the figures in Taoist robes and swung the third axe.
Luban’s magic took advantage of surrounding houses.
There was an invisible force blowing out of thin air, and hundreds of tiles on those dilapidated roofs that had been in disrepair for a long time flew toward Qiu Shi and the others.
Qiu Shi and his junior brothers had a perfect tacit understanding. As soon as they fell among the ruins, they had already swept their legs in one direction and kicked away debris, giving them room to move their bodies.
Everyone adjusted their steps slightly, their swords pointed outwards in unison, and their sword movements were like a circle.
All the tiles scattered from all directions were shot down by them.
But at this time, the soldiers in the northern part of the town were defeated, and some nine-foot giants rushed towards this direction.
Qiu Shi, Master Gaodian and others did not dare to block the attack of these giants in their haste, so they had to retreat together, using the houses in the town and walking through the streets and alleys to deal with these nine-foot giants.
Master Xuluo recited the mantra of the Oriental Medicine Master Glazed Light King Tathagata, swaying his body left and right, taking one step forward and one step back, and four insect clouds as big as his entire body dispersed.
Countless insects swept forward with a buzzing sound.
Unlike when he competed with Guan Luoyang in the ring, this time, Master Xuluo made a killing move and all the bugs contained in his body flew out.
Flying insects have little impact on those nine-foot giants. At most, they can close their eyes, raise their shields higher, and protect their faces. The bites and toxins of insects have basically no impact on them.
But among these flying insects, some of the brightly colored deadly poisonous insects were sneaking towards Taigong Huangtou.
The colored paper on Taigong Huangtou's body flapped layer by layer. From between the layers of the paper, red and yellow smoke filled the air. The insects that flew nearby were smoked to death one after another and fell to the ground.
He walked forward slowly among a group of nine-foot giants. His movements were much slower than those of the giants around him, and his stature also appeared to be much shorter.
But the threat of such an old man and a small ax is the strongest in the whole place.
It was even as if he was the spearhead, driving the dozens of nine-foot giants around him to form a shadow of death, approaching the mages step by step.
The two groups of people retreated and pursued, heading from west to south.
After the defense line in the northern part of the town was defeated, the remaining soldiers could only rely on the cover of buildings everywhere to fight and flee to delay time.
If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that the path of their battle basically spreads from the north and then gradually converges to the south.
This is just a small town, and the layout of the houses is of course not very particular. There is no main road running through the central axis from north to south.
But there were people jumping and fighting fiercely on rooftops of all sizes along this central axis.
"Yang Lian, you've got a big beard, but you've actually made progress in the past few years. It's not easy. Unfortunately, you haven't made as much progress as I have."
Hanami's words were sarcastic. Some of the places he stepped on were rotten bricks and earth walls, and some were crumbling tiles. No matter what kind of terrain it was, as soon as he stepped on it, it seemed as if he was touching it and his body was stable. It's beyond the past.
Sword shadows followed her figure dancing in mid-air, chasing her through house after house, never leaving the vital points of Master Yang Lian.
After the Mantis Sect's boxing and footwork has been practiced to the highest level, two three-foot-long, four-inch-wide, lacquered thin wooden boards are tied under the soles of the feet, and one can even tread water and run for hundreds of feet. Such terrain cannot stop him at all. Live her.
On the other hand, Master Yang Lian relied on the control of the flames with Baoribu's magic. Every time his broad monk robes danced, he glided away carrying the heat.
This is also an extremely skillful movement technique. Only in this way can he barely keep a distance of about two feet from Hana Mi's sword and avoid being stabbed directly.
Hearing Hanami's ridicule, his heart was filled with anger, and he couldn't help scolding: "That old dog, Huangtou, is getting confused in his old age, and his life is not guaranteed. What kind of ecstasy has been given to him by you?"
"Even without him, there are only twenty or so of you, disturbing the Yin Qi will only make the heavenly princes and grandchildren feel dizzy at most."
Hua Mi said coldly, "After hundreds of years of trying, generations of hard work, and even when the Chengyin Earthquake and the Qi along the coast were disturbed, this amazing army was created. If you think you see some flaws, you really are." Was it so easy to be restrained?"
Grand Master Yang Lian had a hot temper and was about to retort when a chill suddenly ran down his spine and alarm bells rang in his mind. He stood still and stepped on the ridge of a roof, with his feet shoulder-width apart.
The ten toes tightened and clasped together, and the hands exerted force almost simultaneously. The ten fingers were bent or stirred to form a seal.
In an instant, eight rays of flame seemed to rise up from under his feet, like eight lotus petals coming together, covering his entire body as if it were real or illusory.
In the surrounding air, dozens or hundreds of squeaking sounds were heard superimposed, and multiple depressions appeared on the protective lotus.
Various strange insects, each smaller than a sesame seed, such as multi-horned worms, wingless beetles, and four-legged white spiders, are embedded in the protective lotus.
Most of the descendants in Nanyang wear loose hakama to facilitate the collection of various Gu artifacts and utensils.
Hua Mi only wore a fancy outfit, with her navel exposed, sleeves reaching her elbows, and trousers reaching her knees. However, in the blink of an eye, the poison she spread out silently was more powerful than many poisons hidden in her body. There are too many things.
There are five depressions on this lotus, which correspond to the face of Master Yang Lian. There seems to be no insects inside, but they are constantly smoking, almost eroding through the lotus.
And the five signs of erosion, at first glance, look like a weird smiling face that is smoking.
"The ugly face is light with smoke, but the smile is full of springs"!
You don't need any other medium, you can use smoke to cast poison, which is a higher level of attainment in the head-dropping technique than the flying head-dropping technique.
Those who suffer from this kind of head drop will have seven emotions mixed up, six desires rushing into their brains, and they will be unable to control their emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy.
In the early years of Jianwu, there was a demon man in Nanyang who used this method to control hundreds of people at the same time. Women thought they loved him until death, and men thought they were loyal to him. But they didn't know that he just lowered his head and controlled their passions.
Later, Chen Yonghua raised the magic weapon Juque Sword, selected a thousand sharp soldiers, and struggled in the mountains for more than half a month before eradicating this man. Chen Yonghua, who had always been personable and capable in both civil and military affairs, was so enraged by this man's behavior that he whipped his corpse and exposed it to the sun for fifteen days. After crushing the bones and scattering ashes, he wrote down fifty-seven of his crimes.
Grand Master Yanglian remembered some of the shocking and extraordinary things mentioned in the indictment, and a lot of beads of sweat the size of red beans suddenly oozed from his forehead. When the white horse passed by, he was consuming a lot of energy and let out a roar.
All the mana and energy in his body rushed towards the five streaks of green smoke, knocking out five hanging flames and killing the smoke Gu. He only felt that his own strength had been reduced by nearly 70%.
With one sweep of Hanami's sword, he cut open the lotus and cut open his monk's robe.
Master Yang Lian struck with his other sleeve, knocking the blade away.
Hanaya jumped forward and hit his chest with her knee, knocking Master Yang Lian away from the roof.
General Yu led a group of remnants of defeated generals, and was about to take the King of Yue to escape, when he saw Grand Master Yanglian falling down from mid-air and rolling several times.
"cough!"
Yang Lian vomited a mouthful of blood, pressed one hand to the ground, and fell to the ground with barely enough support.
Qiu Shi and others also retreated here at this time.
In the alleyways ahead, nine-foot giants were chasing after them with shields in hand. Some even knocked down door frames and tore down the ruins.
The King of Yue is sitting on a chair at the door, with a roof leaking light behind him. There are futons and spiritual tablets in the yard. On the wooden tablets, the words are blurred, the red paint is mottled, and strips of yellow curtains hang down from the beams, covered with spider webs. .
It seems that this was once the town's ancestral hall, but the walls and portals are also damaged.
"The Yao family of Jiaozhi had already dominated the Chengyin Mansion eighty years ago, and there were rumors that they wanted to become the king. However, when Chen Yonghua, a great scholar, regained Jiaozhi, the Yao family surrendered and was able to save their entire family. Later, the imperial court reduced the power of the Yao family and divided it into parts. The family moved to Jiaozhou, Thanh Hoa and Dongning prefectures."
"After all these years, the Yao family of Qinghua Mansion still has the desire to collude with Ma Qiang and water pirates. I know these things very well. Do I really think you can succeed?"
The King of Yue looked up. He was obviously injured and weak. He was feeling more and more painful. It was a little difficult to even stand up. However, in terms of momentum, he still seemed to be the one who was condescending and looking at all parties.
"Hehehe!"
Hua Ya laughed and said, "If you really know everything about me, do you know what my life experience is? Do you know these five hundred heavenly kings and Grand Duke Huangtou? Oh, this is the end of the story, not important."
The King of Yue was solemn and awe-inspiring, but the people on the roof were smiling in a confused way.
"I want to delay time. In fact, I particularly like to see powerful and powerful people speak harshly when they are at the end of their rope. It's a pity that people like you look better dead."
With a smile, Hanami held the sword like a flag and waved it gently, "Do it!"
Many nine-foot giants were killed together. The remaining soldiers and mages joined forces to resist, and the circle of resistance became smaller and smaller.
In the broken house next to the ancestral hall, Guan Luoyang straightened up his crouched body little by little as he listened to the sounds of fighting nearby.
Taoist Priest Jiuying put both hands on his shoulders.
"Mountain Tai collapses in front but remains unchanged; elk rises to the left but does not blink. At critical moments, moving will damage the three energizers. Don't rush."
Across the door, he could hear the sounds of his disciples fighting outside, or even being injured and screaming in pain. But at this time, the more immobile he was, the more calm he had, the more room for recovery he had.
Through the crack of the rotten door, colorful clothes floated up. The old man struck down with his axe, and the Qiushi sword fell. His right arm seemed to have no bones, and blood spread all over the ground from the fingers.
How can my friend...die...in front of me...
Guan Luoyang blinked slowly and heavily, and a bronze halo climbed up from both sides of his cheeks and settled on his forehead.
The heat rushes back and forth in the body, pressing into the deepest part of the bones. The mercury, blood and silver marrow make the blood flow pure.
His short hair grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was heat swirling between the hair strands.
Jiuying's eyebrows trembled slightly, feeling that what he touched under his hand was like a several thousand kilograms of general's artillery that was about to explode.
"Namohe Luo Da Naduo Luoye, Namo Ajuye, Polu Jiedi Shuobao Luoye..."
There is singing, musical instruments are playing, wooden fish are beating, and the rhyme is melodious, high-pitched, graceful and long.
The voices of dozens of people are singing this song together. When you first hear it, you just feel that it is a song that echoes in the deep courtyard of an ancient mountain temple.
If you listen carefully, you will realize that it is a mantra, a Buddhist scripture, and a mantra.
"Bodhisattvasvaye, Mahasattvavaye..."
People outside the house heard the sound earlier than those inside.
On the sparsely overgrown street, there was a line of forty-eight monks, all dressed in gray.
The old ones looked to be in their sixties or seventies, and the young ones were at least thirty or forty. Together they were knocking on wooden fish, playing music, and singing spells, approaching here.
"People from Nalanda Temple?!"
The movements of many nine-foot giants became sluggish, as if their limb joints suddenly stiffened, and their turning and arm-waving movements seemed to be deliberately slow-motion.
Some soldiers who had no chance of survival were able to escape from under their shields.
Hua Mi's voice was fierce and he scolded: "Muga, you forty-eight monks, as long as you leave Nalanda Temple, the life of some of you will be shortened by five or six years, and that of many will be shortened by more than ten years. Back then, you all knew how to protect yourself wisely. Are you going to die today? ?!!”
"Namo Amitabha!"
Abbot Mujia's face turned blue, his lips were purple and his beard was white. He clasped his palms together and responded slowly, "My old friend asked me to help the temple to save my life. In order to repay the kindness, I and others had to come."
Hua Mi was surprised and said: "Impossible, who can be said to have saved the entire Nalanda Temple?"
Abbot Mujia stopped responding and started singing a mantra.
A few nights ago, while he was singing the same mantra in the abbot's room, he saw a figure moving outside the window.
In addition to the moonlight, there is an additional light.
A Taoist smiled outside the window and said, "Master Abbot, do you still remember that three years ago, the poor Taoist visited your temple and discovered changes in the ground of your temple in the well? All the eminent monks in the temple have been reading evil spells for many years, and they are all in danger of becoming possessed by demons?"
"The monks in the temple will be able to wake up in time if Master Jiuhe reminds me. How can I forget it?"
At that time, Master Mujia smiled and said, "The layman Xingye is here to visit, why don't you come in for a while?"
"No need, this poor Taoist has returned to the human world and only wants one thing..."
It was a ghost who was about to die in this world forever, and he made a plea to the eminent monk with a shocked face.
So, the forty-eight monks left Nalanda Temple, walked day and night, and followed the river to the boundary of Chengyin Mansion. Following the sound of cannons, they entered here.
Abbot Mujia sang loudly in memory of his compassion.
"Namo Amitabha--"
