Fozi never thought that he would fall under such despicable means.
Seeing the panic on Buddha's face, the man said with a ferocious smile: "I know it, so I didn't use poison, I just put a little anesthetic on the needle..."
After saying that, the man picked up the heavy sword and walked towards Buddha step by step.
But Buddha seemed to have thought of something at this time, and suddenly said with a look of horror: "You are..."
"It's you!"
Unfortunately, the man didn't give him a chance to speak, and the heavy sword instantly pierced the left side of Fozi's chest!
With one strike of the sword, black blood came out of Fozi's mouth. He twitched a few times and then lost all movement.
His face was full of unwillingness, and his pupils gradually became dilated.
After confirming that his heavy sword had pierced Fozi's chest, the man smiled and said: "Well, for the sake of serving the White Lotus Sect for so many years, I will leave you with a complete body."
After saying that, he dragged Buddha's body and threw it into the hole he had just dug.
The pit is neither big nor small, just enough to hold the Buddha's body.
The man carefully piled a small mound on the pit, found a piece of wood and inserted it in front of the mound to serve as a tombstone. Then he saluted the mound and walked away with the heavy sword on his back.
But he didn't expect that shortly after he left, the mound trembled slightly.
Unexpectedly, a girl hid in the tree hole and witnessed the fight between the two.
...
In the Buddhist hall of Wangyue Village, the saint felt uneasy for no reason. This feeling made no sense and she couldn't explain why.
After reciting the sutra once, she called a White Lotus believer over and asked, "Where is the Buddha?"
The believer was stunned and responded respectfully: "Buddha went to check the gap according to your instructions."
The woman frowned and ordered: "Call him back."
"He can't come back."
The man strode into the Buddhist hall with a ferocious smile on his face.
Hearing this, the saint had an unknown premonition in her heart.
She asked with a trembling voice: "What do you mean?"
The man put his arms around the saint's slender waist and whispered in his ear: "Because, I sent him to see the Holy Mother."
"you......"
The saint's body trembled, and then she quickly regained her composure.
The man said lightly in a strange tone: "I said that I would help you kill the remaining four Buddhist disciples and make you the only king of the White Lotus Sect. Now, there are only three left."
Hearing this, a forced smile appeared on the woman's face.
She was shocked that the man took the decision to get rid of the Buddha without consulting her in advance, but at the same time, she felt a lot more relaxed.
Had she had the slightest choice, she would never have committed herself to a monkey-like savage.
The joy in her heart seemed to be because a piece of dark history had been erased.
Leaning in the man's arms, the two of them were about to take a step further when a rushing sound suddenly came from outside the door.
"Report, Saint, that man's car has arrived!"
The believer who came to report the news was a subordinate of Xi Fozi. After reporting the news, he looked around the Buddhist hall and saw that his Buddhist disciple was not there, so he looked at the woman and asked, "Has the saint seen my Buddhist disciple before?"
The woman said calmly: "Buddha needs to leave for a while temporarily. During this time, you can just obey my orders."
There was a flash of suspicion in the believer's eyes, but considering the elusive nature of his Buddhist son, he didn't ask any more questions.
The woman ordered: "Since the man's car has arrived, let's proceed according to the original plan."
After saying that, the figure of that person could not help but appear in her mind.
She has fallen to this point. It can be said that the root of everything lies with that person.
She should be filled with endless hatred for that person, but when she thought about that person dying here today, an inexplicable feeling suddenly emerged in her heart.
There is a hint of joy in the melancholy.
This feeling made her subconsciously feel alienated from the man next to her.
She subconsciously broke away from the man's arms.
She didn't know why she did this, she just subconsciously felt that she should do it.
The one-armed man did not notice anything unusual about the saint.
He just thought that maybe the woman thought she shouldn't be distracted from other things at this time.
"You go first. I'll come to meet you after I finish taking care of this place."
After the one-armed man finished speaking, he left the Buddhist hall with a heavy sword on his back and walked slowly towards the village.
These are all agreed upon in advance.
Assassinating the imperial envoy, whether it succeeds or not, is a major crime against the Nine Clans. Although they don't care, they will not be soft-hearted, leaving so many people alive for the court to investigate.
The woman bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind, and ordered the believer who reported the news: "Save that person's life and bring her to see me."
The believer was a little surprised. Wasn't it agreed in advance that no one should be left alive?
But now that Buddha is away, the saint's order is the highest order of all White Lotus believers, and he has not refuted it.
The believers followed the order and left. The woman stood firmly at the door of the Buddhist hall, looking in the direction of Lin'an.
During this period, she had imagined countless times what kind of life she would be living now if she had not made that decision.
It should be very happy, right?
Living under his wings, someone would protect her throughout her life.
She heard that the man doted on his current wife very much, and even spread the word in the capital that he only wanted to be together for the rest of his life.
All of this should belong to her.
Unfortunately, one wrong step and every wrong step left her with no chance to look back.
"She is really happy!"
After muttering something to herself, the woman's eyes gradually became filled with mist.
But soon, her expression became firm.
She now has strength and power, and she wants to take back everything that belongs to her.
The screams of the massacre rang out in the village.
In the bamboo house of Ajin's house, the village chief heard the screams of the villagers.
He stood up tremblingly, and without saying a word, he pulled Ah Jin, who had just rushed home from the path and was still in shock, to the inner room of the bamboo house.
Then he whispered with a solemn face: "You hide well, and after this incident is over, go to the city to live with your parents, and never come back to the village again."
"Grandpa, I don't want it."
Ah Jin was crying and pulling on the old man's sleeve with fear on his face and refused to let go.
The old man's face was very calm at this time.
Hearing the screams getting closer and closer to home, the old man who could not even walk steadily found the strength to lift up the girl's sleeves and push her into the inner room.
There is a secret room under the bamboo building. The entrance is so narrow that even the girl finds it difficult to get in.
Even Ah Jin, a girl who grew up in a bamboo house, didn't know the existence of this secret room.
Ah Jin covered her mouth, big tears rolled down her eyes, but she did not dare to make any sound.
After the old man stuffed Ah Jin into the secret room, he opened a box that had been sealed for a long time, took out a set of dusty leather armor and put it on himself.
In the box, there were three short sticks made of ash trees and a rusty gun head.
The old man slowly screwed the three sections of the pewter gun barrel together, and after screwing the gun head in place, a standard long gun that was often seen in the army during the Hongwu period appeared in his hand.
During the Hongwu period, the country was short of iron, and the best weapon in the army was this kind of spear. The gun shaft made of white wax, soaked in tung oil, was said to be incorruptible for hundreds of years and immortal for thousands of years.
From the moment the old man heard about the White Lotus Sect's conspiracy, he understood that those people would never let them go.
He told the girl not to come back after she went to the city.
Unfortunately, the girl was disobedient.
The old man was holding a spear and wearing leather armor. He walked out of the bamboo building slowly but firmly.
The executioner killed people very quickly. It was not that the young men in the village had no organized strength to resist. Unfortunately, in front of that huge heavy sword, the hatchets, wooden guns and other weapons in their hands were like paper. It was easily torn into pieces by the heavy sword.
The person holding the weapon also turned into a pile of soft flesh.
Old people, children, women, young and old, everyone had an unbelievable look of fear on their faces.
Until now, they have not figured out why the Buddhists they worshiped with all their hearts raised their butcher's knives against them.
"kill him!"
The young men in the village shouted in dialect with bloodshot eyes.
They don't understand why the people in the village treat them sincerely, but they repay the village in this way.
All the young men have only one idea now, which is to kill this demon and avenge their relatives who died tragically in the village.
The one-armed man had a disdainful smile on his face. He was like a wolf among sheep. With the heavy sword swinging, one life after another passed away.
In his opinion, these monkey-like natives are not worthy of being called humans at all.
He was so conceited that he didn't want anyone to help him.
Because he firmly believed that he could kill all the hundreds of people in Wangyue Village before the three thousand White Lotus cultists under his command swallowed up the imperial envoy team of four hundred people.
The old man saw the young people who were struggling to resist. Unfortunately, there were more than 200 people in the clan, and the real young people were only forty or fifty. At this time, most of the young people had died in the hands of the executioner.
The remaining people are not at the same level as the executioner in terms of force value.
It's like a group of kindergarten children facing off against an adult. No matter how many people there are, charging at him will end in death.
And the screaming old, young, women and children can only scream and cannot provide any beneficial help to the young and strong people who are struggling to resist!
Blood and tears oozed from the old man's eyes. He clenched his spear and shouted with all his strength: "The whole army forms an array!"
No one knows why a skinny old man burst out with such a loud sound, which was so loud that the sword in the hand of the one-armed man who was enjoying the pleasure of slaughter was stopped, and then his shoulder was cut open by a hatchet. A hole.
"court death!"
The man was furious and kicked the native holding the hatchet away. He used the heavy sword in his hand as a stick. After sweeping the sword across, the head of the native standing in front of the man exploded like a watermelon. .
White and red liquid splashed all over the man.
Not only was the man not disgusted, but a look of bloodthirsty flashed in his eyes. He stuck out his tongue and rolled a bit of white tofu-like stuff from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.
The young men were frightened by the man's state. What kind of devil was this?
Only the old man with blood and tears in his eyes was completely unafraid.
The old man held the spear in his hand across his chest, pointed the gun at the man, and rushed forward tremblingly.
"I am an old soldier under the command of Lord Marquis, kill him!"
The old man's spear was held by the man, and he looked at the old man with a mocking expression.
"There is only the White Lotus Saint here, not the Marquis!"
The old man turned a deaf ear to his words, and just used all his strength to stab out the rusty and rotten spear head.
At the last moment of his life, the old man thought of the young man who looked very similar to the Marquis.
People like the Marquis should not die young.
But many years later, I can still see the descendants of Lord Hou in Yunnan, this life is enough!
"kill!"
The spear head was rotten after all, unable to kill or save lives, and was shattered under the man's heavy sword.
The one-armed man originally wanted to smash his head with a sword, but at the last moment, he changed his mind.
Change the shooting to cutting, and separate the old man's body and head.
The epee sword is not only heavy, but also sharp.
The old man's body fell to the ground, holding tightly the long gun with only the white wax barrel left in his hand.
The moment the old man's body fell, the ground suddenly shook as if it caused a chain reaction.
"kill!"
Sounds of killing were heard in the distance, and the leader was none other than Mu Sheng.
The one-armed man's expression changed. He looked back and saw that a group of Han soldiers had appeared on the mountain behind the village. They rushed towards the village like ferocious beasts.
The man's expression changed. The Ming Dynasty's army was not comparable to this group of monkey-like savages.
But why did the army appear so quickly?
Is there a traitor in the religion?
Without any time to think, he glanced at the remaining two-thirds of the villagers with unfinished thoughts, and rushed out of the village with his heavy sword on his back.
As for the villagers who had been frightened by the man, no one dared to stop him at this moment.
On the official road, Chen Kan looked coldly at the dense crowd in the forest.
In the mountains and forests, the cavalry was useless, so the soldiers under Chen Kan dismounted and wrapped the handles of their swords in their hands with cloth strips.
The Ming Dynasty's cavalry was strong.
But few people know that the infantry of the Ming Dynasty are equally invincible.
The people who knew about this, such as Chen Youliang, Fang Guozhen, Ming Yuzhen, Zhang Shicheng and others, are all dead.
"The saint has an order, that person should be captured alive, and no one else should be killed!"
"kill!"
The White Lotus cultists who were able to follow the Buddha and the Saint to Yunnan are each the elite among the elite. It is unclear whether they can compete with the established army, but their individual combat capabilities will not be inferior to any of the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. .
There’s not too much nonsense on either side.
It was clear to each other that their relationship was limited to interception and being intercepted.
Chen Kan also imitated other soldiers and tied the Xiuchun Dao to the palm of his hand.
The advantage of this is that in addition to the fact that the knife is not easy to fall off, another advantage is that it is easier to commit suicide after defeat.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty in the early Ming Dynasty were all proud, and they had the spirit of preferring to be destroyed rather than destroyed.
"kill!"
Three thousand people versus four hundred people, the outcome seemed to be determined, but when the two sides first fought, the White Lotus cultists discovered that the facts were not what they imagined.
The will of the cavalry-turned-infantry in front of them to resist was beyond their expectations.
Because they did not resist, but chose to charge.
Even if they only have four hundred people, even if they are surrounded by condescending people.
Chen Kan was furious, brandishing a knife and yelling, and planned to rush forward.
Leng Buding tripped over something and fell to pieces.
When he looked back, he saw Chen An retracting his foot with a calm expression.
Then, the three censors pressed down on Chen Kan like a mountain bearing down on him.
"let me go......"
"Do you want to do the following?"
"Woo~"
Before Chen Kan could curse, a foul-smelling boot came out of his mouth.
"here you go!"
When Fang Xu and Zhang San rushed out, they couldn't help but extend their thumbs to Chen An.
They have wanted to do such a thing for a long time, but they are afraid of being beaten!
"Woo~"
Chen Kan twisted twice like a maggot. However, no matter how thin the three thin censors were, they weighed more than 400 kilograms in total. Although Chen Kan was still a young man, the weight of more than 400 kilograms of flesh weighed on him. He still wanted to move his body, which was nothing more than a dream.
Chen An said heartbrokenly: "Sir, even if I am begging you, please be a little more at ease and don't go up and cause trouble for them, okay?"
In Chen An's view, this kind of thing can only be done by these Qiu Ba.
After all, this gentleman is also a student of Fang Xiaoru, a serious scholar. How can he follow a group of Qiu Ba to kill people with knives?
What's more, even with your small arms and legs, going up there is just adding to the chaos. It's already hard enough for those Qiu Ba to deal with so many enemies, and they have to focus on protecting you. Isn't this nonsense?
"Hmm~"
Chen Kan shook his head with grief and anger on his face. He recognized that the smelly boot he was talking about belonged to Chen An.
"I am going to kill you!"
Chen Kan wailed in his heart.
Looking at the enemies all over the mountains and plains, and then looking at himself being tightly protected by the soldiers, Chen Kan's heart was bleeding.
He would feel heartbroken if any one of his brothers died.
The battle quickly came to a stalemate. The White Lotus cultists did not expect that this group of Qiu Ba would attack instead of defend, and they would really guard the man so tightly that they would not see a single chance.
The quagmire-like battle situation made the leading White Lotus cultist very frightened.
This place is above the official level. If they can't take down this team before the imperial cavalry arrives, it will be them.
Although he didn't believe from the bottom of his heart that the imperial army would come so quickly?
But what if?
"Kill, give them all to me!"
The man roared several times and threw all the prepared people into it.
In the middle of the official road, the veins on Chen Kan's forehead popped out, and his eyes were full of hatred.
He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of his own people at the critical moment.
Chen An saw his expression clearly and couldn't help but feel worried. He was not worried about dying here. After all, there were still 600 elite cavalry from the imperial court hidden in the mountains and forests.
He was worried about what he would do if Chen Kan hated him after this incident?
He is just a small imperial censor, but Chen Kan is a popular figure in front of the new emperor and his majesty's son-in-law.
If he wanted to kill himself, wouldn't it be as easy as killing a chicken?
How about letting him go first?
