Due to the climate, the variety of plants, animals, snakes and insects in Nanyang is so prosperous and wild that it can be called a treasure land that is second to none within a radius of thousands of miles.
However, everything has advantages and disadvantages. It is precisely because the resources are so abundant that there is no need to consider too many detailed and standardized uses. Therefore, the spells developed in this place are also very complicated, and many of them have primitive, barbaric, and bloody connotations.
They are not like the authentic Taoists and Buddhists who first study hard for ten or eight years to understand the principles and then develop their magic power. Instead, they directly grab some special herbs and poisonous insects from nature as an introduction to magic.
If you do this, six out of ten will kill you. Even if the rest successfully step into this threshold, they will encounter many disadvantages and fall into pain due to their own ignorance.
People who endure pain and torture all year round will inevitably have extreme temperaments and a higher desire for foreign things, and will easily embark on a path of harming others.
If outsiders come to Nanyang to inquire about stories about magic, the stories they hear most often are from this kind of people. For example, in some deserted villages, there are sick or disabled people with withdrawn temperaments. As long as they receive money or female sex, they will help raise ghosts, cast curses, tie up dolls, worship straw men, and harm their bodies and lives.
Although these sorcerers who only know a few minor spells have low skills, and some are even sometimes ineffective, their number is almost dozens of times that of the righteous mages, and their influence among the people has never been great. underestimate.
Nalanda Temple upholds the compassion of Buddhism and wants to reverse this custom, restore these sorcerers who have gone astray, reduce their suffering, and guide them to the good and righteous path.
Therefore, from three generations ago, these monks have collected scattered folk methods and studied them painstakingly. They have a certain understanding of any magic system spread in Nanyang, and even have restrained ideas.
However, due to too much research on evil mantras, it conflicts with their own Buddhist practice. It would be fine if these forty-eight monks lived in Nalanda Temple permanently and were influenced by the Buddha's light and incense. Once they traveled far away from the temple, they would easily suffer backlash. In mild cases, diseases may arise secretly, in severe cases, they may cause aging on the spot.
Those sorcerers who have gone astray and those who are suffering from poisonous curses can only take the initiative to visit Nalanda Temple and seek help. This has been the rule for generations.
It was probably the first time that all the eminent monks in the temple came out.
Naturally, Hanaya couldn't understand that someone could vaguely guess the origins of those nine-foot giants only after meeting them once when they were being surrounded and killed.
She couldn't even understand that these monks who were afraid of death and could not go out in the face of water thieves would take risks for a so-called favor without any actual evidence.
As a result, the situation took a turn that she didn't expect.
"Namohe Luo Da Naduo Luoye, Namo Ajuye, Polu Jiedi Shuobao Luoye..."
Forty-eight people sang the spell in a sickly manner, and wherever the song went, all the nine-foot giants were affected.
As these monks observed and changed the spells, the movements of the nine-foot giant became slower and slower, and some even developed convulsions.
The remaining soldiers of the Ming Dynasty have begun to take advantage of this opportunity to launch a counterattack.
"Kill those monks."
Hua Mi gave an order, and the warlocks and martial artists under his command went straight to the eminent monks!
Taoist Master Zhiyuan and Lady Aze wanted to intercept this group of people, but warning signs appeared many times. They dodged in panic and hurriedly resisted the head-dropping poisonous poison that silently invaded from the air.
Hua Mi was chanting a mantra on the roof, and every time the hand gestures changed, there were worms flying from the air, grass blades, and soil, one after another, towards Zhiyuan from various angles that were difficult to guard against. The Taoist priest and others launched an offensive.
The disciples of the Zhenwu Temple, General Yu and others were busy resisting Taigong Huangtou's group. For a while, no one could spare the time to help those eminent monks.
Among the group of people who rushed past, the one at the forefront was Ma Qiang's henchman, a middle-aged man with a short beard as short as a needle, and a beard that ran from his chin to his ears. He was carrying a three-meter-long rod in his hand. Many red tassel guns.
When he ran, he was like a wolf and a tiger. He kept the gun in his hand. When he was still more than twenty meters away from the group of monks, he flicked the gun tip.
As the red gun tassel rolled around, the monks standing at the front felt their eyelids trembling slightly.
It was clear that there was still such a long distance, but the spearhead seemed to be about to hit them, and the voice of the mantra suddenly dropped.
"King Namo Yaksha protects the Dharma and protects the world of all living beings!"
The two monks standing next to Abbot Mujia were startled by the red tasseled spear. They couldn't bear it any longer and changed their hand seals in unison to cast spells to protect themselves.
With the magic power of this group of monks, if they use protective spells and offensive spells, they may not be able to resist the attack of these people in front of them, but once they are distracted, the nine-foot giant over there will resume activities, and the situation will fall to the lowest level again. There is no way to recover from the deplorable state.
At this moment, there was an explosion sound next to the ancestral hall.
boom! ! ! !
The rotten wooden door, door frame, and even the surrounding earthen walls were shattered by a violent figure.
The damaged walls on both sides of the main entrance were also pulled by the force of the impact, shaking violently, and the roof was crumbling.
On the ground inside the house, there was a depression with a diameter of more than a foot. Jiuying stood next to the pit, his clothes and hair blown by the airflow, and his eyes followed the figure that suddenly disappeared.
After Guan Luoyang stepped inside the house, his body was like a hawk flying low in the sky. He didn't land until he was fifty meters away and stepped on the ground for the second time. With a bang, he shot out again.
Among the group of people who went to attack the monk, someone heard the sound and looked back. The wooden door that broke and flew up in the distance had not yet hit the ground. The swift shadow had already arrived in front of them.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang…
The bodies of seven or eight people were scattered in all directions, screaming and falling with their hands and feet dancing wildly.
With the buffer of these unlucky ghosts, the two men who wielded the rattan sword recovered their senses. They held the rattan sword and bumped forward. They pressed their knees, pushed their waists and hips, and stabbed forward from the right side with the sword.
The two stood on the left and the other on the right, one holding a knife in his left hand and the other holding a knife in his right hand. When they stood side by side, the two shields were placed exactly in the middle, and the outer blades pierced through simultaneously, and the coordination was perfect.
But Guan Luoyang only pushed his hands outward, and the shield collided with the two of them. With the sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping, the two men's knives lost their accuracy and flew out in both directions along with their bodies.
As soon as these two people were beaten away, Guan Luoyang's eyes suddenly reflected a sharp point.
At the same time, there was a strange sound in the air, as if it was drilled through by a sharp cone.
It turned out that it was the short-bearded middle-aged man who was rushing at the front. He noticed the strange movement behind him and swung over to return the carbine.
Before the man could turn around, the gun had already pierced his back. This was the real return shot.
Guan Luoyang's entire face was blocked by the shot, and he swerved to the side to dodge.
The short-bearded man turned around and chased Guan Luoyang's figure like the head of his gun shaking the waves, stabbing out again and again.
In "Arm Record", when talking about the method of choosing a gun and practicing it, it is said: "The gun shaft is as strong as iron. The root is larger than the hand. Cut it to fit the hand and gradually become thinner to the tip. Hold the gun three feet in front of the root and weigh it. It is righteous and balanced, keeping the heavy and guarding against the light. Use it to achieve spiritual changes."
The short-bearded man's marksmanship was profound. He only grasped the tail of the gun a few feet with both hands, leaving a large section of the gun barrel empty in front. He relied on the tip of the gun to kill, like a flying poisonous python with spikes on its head.
A flick of the gun head, a click, or a sweep are all ways to kill people.
But after Guan Luoyang took seven steps to the side to dodge, he could clearly see the length of the gun and estimate the strength of the waist and the speed of the gun swing of this short-bearded man.
When the spear came after him again, Guan Luoyang fished it out with his backhand. The afterimage of his palm and the spearhead collided and stopped abruptly.
The knife did not hurt, but the hardwood gun shaft vibrated when the ax struck, making a rattling sound, a short and harsh sound, as if it was overwhelmed.
The short-bearded man's wrist was sore. He looked at the bend of the gun barrel and couldn't believe it. He felt as if the head of his gun had been cast into a large iron block of several kilograms and could not move at all.
Guan Luoyang's fingers twisted into Hongying, and his palm grasped the neck of the gun.
Weapons like spears rely on distance to deceive others.
Guan Luoyang's method is purely to bully others based on their foundation.
When he grasps the gun head with his bare hands, his eyesight and speed are at least four times faster than that of his opponent. His hand locks the gun head to prevent it from slipping, and his strength is more than twice that of his opponent.
The skin and flesh of his palms, metacarpal bones and phalanges must be able to withstand such severe force exerted on them.
This is the realm of skin, qi, and bone, the three practices of perfection.
Guan Luoyang turned to look at the short-bearded man. The long black hair that had just grown out swept over his shoulders. He twisted his palm and the middle part of the gun barrel was cracked and broken by the force from both sides.
In the blink of an eye, the half-cut gun with the tip was thrown forward, and it was nailed to the short-bearded man's forehead, causing him to fall down with a bang, and the back of his head hit the ground.
Among the forty-eight monks in front, a few people clearly saw the brief confrontation. Their eyelids jumped and they couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Even if the young benefactor in black clothes came to help them, the killing was too efficient.
So many lively men turned into corpses in just two or three breaths.
Some monks have a keen sense of smell, and they even vaguely noticed that Guan Luoyang's clothes were not black, but stained with blood, which made him look like this.
"Amitabha..." How much blood does this cost?
"Master, please sing well and don't be afraid."
Guan Luoyang calmed them down in a friendly manner, turned around, and faced the battlefield in front of the ancestral hall.
With every step he took, a distance of more than ten meters disappeared beneath his feet.
The voice of chanting the incantation was loud and uniform again.
Guan Luoyang's hair was almost straightened in the wind, and he stepped faster and faster. His bright eyes were open, and he did not avoid the oncoming strong wind at all.
In a daze, there seemed to be an overbearing and domineering aura coming against the wind and descending on the battlefield.
