Although Lin Xi could no longer see what was going on outside.
But he could feel the violent fluctuations of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This fluctuation did not stop until an hour later.
After that, Lin Xi continued to stay in the mountain.
It wasn't until nearly half a month had passed that he quietly followed the secret path out of the mountain. Then he hurried back, and in the presence of many people, he turned back and rushed back to Dongshan Mountain like a madman.
Riding on horseback and looking from a distance, you can see that the entire Dong Mountain is bald.
It was as if a pair of ruthless hands had wiped away all traces of living people on the buildings and trees on the top of Dong Mountain.
Lin Xi knew that he had to hurry up.
We must give them peace of mind before those people take action to kill him, the last remnant of Dong Mountain.
Let them know that he didn't know anything about the reason why the Dongshan Sect was wiped out.
So, at the foot of the mountain, after swearing revenge.
Lin Xi then rushed towards Huiyanmen at full speed.
This sect has always been at odds with the Dongshan sect.
Lin Xi went straight to the door and pretended to be defeated at first, then escaped with serious injuries.
But it sent a signal to the entire world.
First of all, Anyuan, the last member of the Dongshan Sect, does not know who wiped out the Dongshan Sect.
Secondly, he was frantically looking for an enemy, and the first person he suspected was Hui Yanmen.
Later, Lin Xi came to challenge Yanmen three times in a row.
Until the leader of Hui Yan Clan died under Lin Xi's sword in a duel.
And Huiyan Clan also announced that Lin Xi would be killed, and at the same time announced to the entire world that the Dongshan Sect's extermination of the clan had nothing to do with Huiyan Clan.
After killing and returning to the head of the Yan Sect, Lin Xi challenged Qingfengguan, Cixin Sect and other Jianghu sects that had some grudges against the Dongshan Sect, and gradually showed his strength.
Several sects joined forces to attack him repeatedly.
Gradually, he also became known as Anyuan in Bloody Clothes in the world of martial arts.
Because everyone in the world knows that he has a blood feud, and the Iron Clothes Kung Fu of the Dongshan Sect is also well-known.
Amid the killings and accusations, Lin Xi forged ahead alone.
Even in the darkest and most desperate times, he did not lose his character and became truly cruel and brutal, killing wantonly.
At the same time, rumors began to spread in the world.
It was said that Anyuan himself had killed everyone in the Dongshan sect, but the thieves shouted to catch the thieves and put the blame on others.
This rumor spread to everyone. If Lin Xi hadn't made it up himself, he would probably have believed it.
And with Lin Xi's lifelike performance, as his reputation in the world grew bigger and bigger, the turmoil caused became more and more widespread, and some subtle changes quietly happened in places that people in the world didn't bother to pay attention to.
The mountain rain was sudden and the wind was freezing.
On Kusong Mountain, there is an iron cable bridge connecting the two mountains.
There are wooden boards between the iron ropes.
Many merchants, merchants who came here to bring goods, carefully drove the horses that were unwilling to move forward, and moved with difficulty.
The cold wind was biting and there was a lot of commotion. Donkeys brayed and horses neighed, along with the sounds of people and cars.
Lin Xi was covered in a black cloak, with a gloomy aura. He stood in the crowd, cold and aloof, looking at the passers-by and merchants.
"It's really strange. This withered pine collar used to be a ghost place where birds couldn't fly or poop. Why are there suddenly so many people now?" An old man dressed as a Jianghu man stood in the crowd and said in surprise.
"Senior, you must have been here a long time ago! Withered Pine Collar is different now." A young man said. From the tone of his voice, it seemed that he was also a traveler. With a few skills like him, he went out to the arena. There are countless young people wandering around. Of course, there are countless young people who die in the rivers and lakes every year and have their heads buried directly in the yellow sand.
"About forty years ago, there was an inexplicable mountain road here. It was built overnight. Everyone said it was a miracle. So there were many more temples and Taoist temples. The monks and Taoist priests all said it was their ancestor. Appearances. When there are more monks and Taoists, there will be more people who go up the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha, and seek immortals and imitate Taoism. When there are more people and various needs increase, there will naturally be merchants who are willing to come and sell goods."
Of course Lin Xi knew that the mountain road must have been built by warriors who had mastered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The warriors before they mastered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth were just a bunch of noobs.
But in this special environment, once you are infused with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, your skills will immediately soar. Even Lin Xi will never underestimate any warrior in this world who has mastered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"Which god built the mountain road?" asked the old man.
The young man smiled and said: "There are no immortal Buddhas. My master said... this must have been cultivated secretly by monks and Taoists. They deliberately chose this inaccessible barren mountain and wilderness, and when the time was right, they suddenly announced to the world that In this way, their goal was achieved.”
Many people around listened to the conversation with open ears, expressions of approval appeared on their faces.
It stands to reason that in ancient societies with underdeveloped materials and civilization, the worship of immortals, Buddhas and gods has a natural bonus. Even if you have never seen it, it will have a great influence due to legends and certain specific renderings.
Even if you don’t believe it, you don’t dare to lie.
However, in this world, it is obvious that someone is deliberately suppressing religious beliefs.
So many people dare to blatantly question the authenticity of immortals and Buddhas.
The sky is getting darker and the chill is getting stronger.
The originally cold rain began to be mixed with thin ice flakes.
One of the horses slipped on their feet and lost their footing as the rope bridge swayed, causing the horse to pull the cargo and fall toward the valley.
The merchant who was originally holding the horse was pulled down because he couldn't bear to let go of the goods for a moment, and he was afraid that he would also be shattered to pieces.
The last scream that echoed in the mountain stream made many people feel horrified.
But the mountain path is narrow, and once you go up the mountain, there is no way back.
Everyone just hoped that after this section, they could find a place to stay and rest for a while until the rain stopped.
Some people began to quickly tie coarse cloth on the horses' hooves to increase friction to prevent the horses' hooves from becoming unstable and sliding down the mountain stream.
After crossing the bridge and walking along the mountain road, you can see a huge mural carved on the cliff opposite.
The mural depicts a woman in elegant clothes. The rocks are rough, so it is difficult to describe the woman's face so delicately, but perhaps the person who carved it was very affectionate.
Therefore, people who see this mural will inevitably have some ripples in their hearts.
"This mural also appeared along with the mountain road. It's strange to say that if it was done by a monk, it should be a Bodhisattva. If it was done by a Taoist priest, then it would be a Taoist king. But now it is a beauty... ·I don’t know what it means. Could it be that you are hiding something?” The young man who spoke before spoke again.
But after the incident where someone fell into the valley, no one catered to him anymore.
The atmosphere seemed a bit gloomy.
After crossing the rope bridge and walking a mile or two further, there was an abandoned temple.
When the 'miracle' was revealed.
Many monks and Taoists came to grab land and build temples.
It’s just that after the temple is built, it still needs to be managed.
Especially on a mountain, after you have many peers, you have to learn how to manage.
This is like doing business. There are seven barbecue vendors on a street. Whoever has unique features, better food, and can attract customers can continue to survive. Otherwise, it will be eliminated.
Obviously, the abandoned temple in front of us was among the first batch to be eliminated.
Although its location is good, it is right at the first stop after crossing the rope bridge.
But there is a poem that goes: deep in the mountains, there are ancient temples, and deep in the forest, you can only see the darkness.
For temples, sometimes the location is too close to the world and prosperity, which is not a good thing, but a disadvantage.
The temple door is always open, and the cold wind is biting. At this time, many businessmen and people from the world are crowded in the temple lobby.
There was a big fire in the hall. The north wind howled outside, and the cold wind and snow squeezed in through the wide open door, blowing the fire.
It seems that most of the merchants will not be able to make their trip tomorrow, and they are worried that their goods will not arrive at their destination as scheduled. There is sadness in their brows and hearts.
"Hey, you old guy! This door is fine, why don't you close it? This cold wind blows in and freezes me to death!" A rough man with a thick accent shouted to an old man at the door. road.
There was a sound of pandering all around.
Not everyone has malicious intentions.
However, when someone criticizes the weak or bullies an individual, most people's instinctive reaction may not be to act bravely, but to cling to others to avoid appearing isolated.
Snapped!
As soon as the whip sounded, a whip shadow was thrown towards the old man.
It was about to fall on the old man's thin shoulders.
But a hand reached out firmly and held the whip firmly.
Then with a strong pull, the whip-wielding man was pulled out of the crowd.
When the big man saw that the person was wearing a cloak and still carrying the cold air from the mountain, his eyes narrowed, and then he said: "Who are you? Do you dare to interfere in the affairs of Zhao Hengshan, the King of the Red Hell?"
There is a default trick in martial arts.
That is, the more exaggerated the bandit's name, the lower his strength.
Generally speaking, XX King of Hell, XX Impermanence, and XX Venerable are often just fake people. Most of these names are called by themselves, rather than given by people in the world.
People who like to talk about their gangster nicknames are mostly like this.
Obviously, this Red King of Hell is such a parallel import.
The man in a cloak gently lifted the hat on his head, revealing his true appearance.
Suddenly mixed up in the world, some people with sharp eyes couldn't help but take a breath.
"Xueyi Anyuan!" someone screamed in a low voice in the crowd.
Even ordinary people who were doing business seemed to have heard of this name and looked at Lin Xi as if it was strange.
There is even a bit of an 'idol' look in his eyes.
"Why did he come here?" People whispered.
"I heard that the old demon Yuejiang is hiding in a temple in the Withered Pine Territory. When someone saw the Dongshan sect being exterminated, this old demon happened to appear near Dongshan. The blood-clothed Anyuan should have come to find him. The old devil is unlucky." Someone who was well-informed immediately replied quickly.
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