The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 647 The old monk before the Buddha
Towards noon.

The scorching sun still failed to break through the blockade of layers of clouds and brought a little warmth to Putian County below.

Looking up, it seems that countless pieces of gray-blue rags of different sizes were randomly discarded on the dome.

When the wind blows, it is a cold wind, slightly cool, and piercing.

Looking around, I feel small, heavy, and oppressive.

Especially when you happen to be standing at the foot of the mountain or on the top of the mountain, and there is no vegetation or houses to cover it.

At this time, there was a piece of scorched earth at the foot of Jiulian Mountain, and there was also a piece of scorched earth on the top of the mountain.

The top of Jiulian Mountain is located between South Shaolin Mental Cultivation Institute and Houshan Chanyuan.

In the open area with a radius of about fifty feet, a hill more than ten feet high suddenly rises to the west, which is the highest peak of Jiulian Mountain.

The highest peak of Jiulian Mountain is not only a mountain peak, but also a stone carving of a sitting Buddha.

The right hand of the Buddha statue is raised to the chest, the palm is outward, and the five fingers are stretched upwards, performing the fearless gesture.

The left hand is naturally stretched down, the fingertips are drooping, and the palm is facing outwards, making a wish gesture.

The Buddha statue is merciful and solemn, and the Buddha wishes good things.

It's a pity that the surface of the open space in front of the Buddha statue, which should be quiet and peaceful, is darker than the scorched sweet potato skin, and it is more bumpy, with bumps of different sizes everywhere, or extremely Deep and narrow surface fissures.

On this ground that has been so ruined that it is difficult to walk normally, there are not one after another, pools of solidified blood stains stained with the true color, but one by one, one by one, complete or damaged, cold and stiff soldiers and corpses .

Neither can be associated with beauty.

The stone Buddha also seems to be covered with a layer of ink gauze. Standing far away, it is even difficult to see the traces of the stone carvings, let alone any compassionate and solemn appearance.

Two people who were completely covered by black robes appeared here like ghosts and ghosts.

There are thousands of ways to go to Jiulian Mountain, but no one knows how these two black robes came from.

In other words, none of the people who knew the whereabouts of the two survived.

The two eyes revealing the black robe followed the forward steps and looked around carefully, trying to trace back everything that happened by distinguishing and analyzing various traces here.

The soaring flames bursting out from the climbing stone steps at the bottom of the mountain are dazzling like the only torch in the night, but the two wrapped in black robes are indifferent to it.

Not long after, the two black robes stopped ten feet in front of the sitting Buddha stone carving.

He did not salute the stalwart Buddha statue that seemed to be covered in black robes.

Instead, he made a namaste salute to an old monk sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in front of the Buddha statue and making the seal of meditation.

The old monk was born with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes, wide ears and white beard. Anyone who saw him would regard him as a compassionate eminent monk.

Right now, only the pair of wide ears remain.

The loving eyebrow on the left was shaved off from the roots, as if a thick brow was repainted with a thick brush dipped in ink.

The thick black bags under the eyes are enough to hold an egg.

And the white beard was stained with various colors, or twisted into balls, or broken into pieces, leaving fine blood spots on his face.

In addition, the old monk's right face was swollen and protruding, his right nose was torn, his lips were blackened, and his robes and cassocks were filthy and tattered.

There is no doubt that the old monk passed away long ago, and his death was miserable.

The old monk was none other than Master Qingming.

The chief speaker of Shaolin in the north and south of Zhongzhou, the abbot of Qingming.

"The old monk didn't deserve to die."

After ten breaths of silence, a sigh came from the black robe.

"The Red Clothes teacher moved too fast. This is the best result he can get in the worst possible situation."

The other black-robed man slowly shook his head and gave a more appropriate explanation. He seemed to feel something while speaking, and tilted his head slightly, and found that there was a long gap on the left neck of Abbot Qingming, the width of a thumb, which also revealed The smiling face mask under the black robe is incompatible with the current situation.

The two black-robed men who came and went freely in the place where the Red Clothes Sect strictly guarded them were the smiling Maitreya, the head of the Tusita Gang, and the shadowy Buddha with mysterious origins.

After scanning the audience again, Yingfo said, "Abbot Qingyuan of Southern Shaolin is not here."

There were no less than fifty corpses on this potholed land, among which about twenty belonged to Shaolin monks.

After all, no matter how broken the corpses of Shaolin monks are, they can be identified by the distinctive features of their clothing and appearance.

Except Abbot Qingming, the other two monks sitting cross-legged after passing away, with their heads drooping and their bodies leaning forward, crumbling.

Maitreya smiled and said, "The eighteen bronze men are not here either."

Yingfo said: "If the two abbots of Shaolin from the north and the south go together, Master Qingku also follows, and there are eighteen bronze men accompanying him, will the chance of survival be greater? Or can more people be killed?"

Smiling Maitreya said: "Perhaps the Red Clothes Sect has already taken precautions, or the division of troops into three groups can delay the time when the golden seal is taken away as far as possible."

Yingfo suddenly said: "The sooner the three gold seals are taken, the sooner the chaos in Putian County will end. As long as there is still one gold seal that is not securely in the pocket of a certain force, we can regain control of the situation." opportunity. However, this is also in line with the wishes of the Red Clothes Sect."

Smiling Maitreya said: "Hongshang has already gone crazy. He took the entire Hongyi Sect and the [-] to [-] percent of Dongying's accumulated wealth over the years, and accompanied him to go crazy. As long as the power of the Zhongzhou Jianghu can be weakened by another [-] to [-] percent, Dongying will go crazy." Have the confidence to provoke other states to attack Zhongzhou together. Hongshang’s move, as far as Dongying is concerned, is the so-called failure or benevolence.”

"He is indeed a lunatic. He led that monster here all the way. I don't know how many more people will be killed before the end."

"I'm afraid there will be no end. If it is said that after the fall of the three major secret caves in Pinghai County, the Red Clothes Sect still has [-]% of its strength. It's less than [-]%, and even if the rest are all involved, there is no guarantee that the two court forces that have been negotiated in advance will not turn their faces and deny people when they see his decline. But Hongshang brought Tu Wanfang, who no one can stop, and suddenly became the biggest If Tu Wanfang is not dead, or cannot be controlled, then the Red Clothes Sect can still make arrangements around it, and continue to consume the entire Zhongzhou martial arts."

"The secret technique of the living dead in Dongying's hand is really weird, but the so-called badger is afraid of the bobcat, and one thing falls one thing, there must be a way to deal with it."

"Well, spend more time thinking about it, and think about whether there is a way to deal with this weird thing in He Gushu's forbidden book, and get rid of this monster as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

"Okay." Yingfo responded to the explanation of the smiling Maitreya. The smiling Maitreya has learned a lot. In the Buddhist sect, Yingfo is his mentor, and his knowledge research is deeper.

"By the way, since Abbot Qingming passed away here, who will take the golden seal from his body?"

Abbot Qingming's tattered monk's robe and cassock showed obvious signs of being pulled apart, but they were hanging casually on his body, so Yingfo asked this question.

Smiling Maitreya said: "I think Abbot Qingming and his group did not carry a single gold seal."

"Uh, these monks are indeed disheveled. Those who survived this battle must have rummaged through them all and found nothing."

"That's why before leaving, I became angry and stabbed Abbot Qingming's neck."

Shadow Buddha was silent when he heard the words, he could imagine how the opponent's knife was slashed, but even if he was facing a dead person, the opponent couldn't cut off Abbot Qingming's head, or even distort his cross-legged figure .

Smiling Maitreya continued: "Abbot Qingming should be very aware that he has no chance of walking down Nine Lotus Mountain alive. When he was walking in the temple, he should have arranged for three unremarkable, quick-witted and trustworthy children. He took away the gold seal, and he, Abbot Qingyuan, and Eighteen Bronze Men brought these monks who were willing to die for Shaolin to pretend to carry the gold seal to attract fire."

Yingfo said: "The Red Clothes Sect has four chief and deputy hall masters, ten Dharma protectors, three members of the Jinyiwei from the West Factory, and five from the East Factory. The identities of the others are hard to identify."

"The ones who die here this time will not fish in troubled waters. The rest are either Dongying people, or people from the Fifth Marquis or Yu Tian. Speaking of Yu Tian, ​​he can bring surprises to people, and he instigated half of the devil Ermen worked so hard for him, yet they managed to produce such an eunuch capable of beating."

"It's a pity that this old guy is afraid of death, so he won't condescend to come here and make trouble, otherwise he will find an opportunity to clean up together."

"Although the old guy is afraid of death, he has done a lot of things like seeking skin from tigers and licking blood with the tip of a knife. He might show up in front of us at some point."

"If the traitor dares to come, let him be buried with Abbot Qingming and these Shaolin disciples!"

As he got older and often hid in black robes and shadows, Shadow Buddha was rarely so angry.

The smiling Maitreya didn't seem to be affected by Shadow Buddha's emotions, but stood in the bleak wind at the end of noon and fell silent.

He was thinking silently, not thinking about how to compete with the Hongyi teacher, the Dongying people, and the East and West factories.

Instead, it is looking back at the last battle before Abbot Qingming passed away.

　There are about five playgrounds with 400-meter runways in a radius of fifty feet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)