Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 166 Blood Clothes Anyuan (for Subscription)
Although Lin Xi could no longer see the movement outside.

But it can feel the violent fluctuation of the aura of heaven and earth.

This fluctuation did not stop until an hour later.

Afterwards, Lin Xi continued to linger in the mountainside.

It wasn't until nearly half a month later that I quietly left the mountain along the secret road, and then I hurried back, under the witness of many people, and rushed back to Dongshan like crazy.

Riding on horseback, looking from a distance, you can find that the entire Dongshan Mountain is bald.

It was as if a pair of ruthless hands wiped away all the traces of living people on the buildings and trees on the top of Dongshan Mountain.

Lin Xi knew that he had to hurry up.

It is necessary to reassure them before those people make a move to wipe out him, the last remnant of Dongshan.

Let them know that he doesn't know the reason why the Dongshan School was wiped out.

So, at the foot of the mountain, after swearing revenge.

Lin Xi then rushed towards Huiyan Gate at full speed.

This school has always been at odds with the Dongshan School.

Lin Xi went straight to the door, pretending to be invincible at first, and escaped with serious injuries.

But it sent a signal to the whole rivers and lakes.

First of all, An Yuan, the last member of the Dongshan School, does not know who wiped out the Dongshan School.

Secondly, he is frantically looking for an enemy, and the first object of suspicion is Huiyanmen.

Afterwards, Lin Xi came to challenge to return to Yanmen three times in succession.

Until the head of Huiyan Sect died under Lin Xi's sword in a duel.

And Huiyanmen also released the word that Lin Xi must be killed, and at the same time announced to the entire Jianghu that the killing of the Dongshan faction had nothing to do with Huiyanmen.

After killing the head of Huiyan Sect, Lin Xi challenged Qingfengguan, Cixin Sect and other Jianghu sects that had some hatred with Dongshan Sect, and gradually showed his strength.

Repeatedly breaking out of the joint siege of several sects.

Gradually, Anyuan in Blood Clothes also gained the name in Jianghu.

Because everyone in the Jianghu knew that he was a blood feud, and the Dongshan School's Iron Clothes Kungfu was well-known far and wide.

Amidst the killing and accusations, Lin Xi forged ahead alone.

Even in the darkest and most desperate time, he did not lose his mind and became truly cruel, brutal, and wanton killing.

At the same time, rumors began to spread in the arena.

It is said that Anyuan himself killed the Dongshan faction, but the thief shouted to catch the thief and blamed others.

This rumor was spread with a lot of sense and insight. If Lin Xi hadn't made it up by himself, he would have believed it.

And with Lin Xi's lifelike performance, as his reputation in the Jianghu became bigger and bigger, the turmoil he caused became wider and wider, and some subtle changes happened quietly in places that people in the Jianghu didn't bother to pay attention to.

The mountain rain is sudden and the wind is cold.

On Kusong Mountain, there is a chain bridge connecting two mountains.

Between the iron chains, there are wooden planks.

Many merchants, the merchants who brought the goods here, carefully drove the horses that did not want to move forward, and moved their steps with difficulty.

It was cold and windy, and there was a lot of commotion, donkeys brayed and horses neighed, and the sound of people and cars was interspersed.

Lin Xi was covered in a black cloak, with a gloomy breath, standing in the crowd, indifferent and aloof, looking at the pedestrians and businessmen passing by.

"It's really strange. This Kusongling used to be a ghostly place where birds don't pass and birds don't shit. Why are there so many people suddenly?" 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! Now the withered pine collar is different from before." A young man said, judging from his tone of voice, it seems that he is also a wanderer. There are countless young people wandering on the river.Of course, there are countless teenagers who die in the rivers and lakes every year and have their heads buried directly by yellow sand.

"About 40 years ago, there was an inexplicable addition of a mountain road here, which was built overnight. Everyone said it was a miracle. Therefore, there were many temples and Taoist temples. Monks and Taoist priests all said that their ancestors appeared. And there are more monks and Taoist priests, and there will be more people who go to the mountains to burn incense and worship Buddha, and seek immortals to imitate Taoism. When there are more people, there will be more various needs, and naturally there will be merchants who are willing to come and sell goods."

Of course Lin Xi knew that the mountain road must have been built by a warrior who had mastered the aura of heaven and earth.

Warriors before mastering the aura of heaven and earth are just a bunch of rookies.

However, in this special environment, once he was instilled with the aura of heaven and earth, his means would immediately soar. Even Lin Xi would definitely not dare to underestimate this world, any warrior who had mastered the aura of heaven and earth.

"Then which god did it, and built the mountain road?" asked the old man in the rivers and lakes.

The young man said with a smile: "There is no immortal Buddha, my master said... This must have been secretly cultivated by monks and Taoists. They deliberately chose this barren mountain with few people, and when the time is right, they will suddenly announce to the world. In this way, their purpose will be achieved.”

Many people around who opened their ears and listened to the conversation showed expressions of approval on their faces.

It stands to reason that in an ancient society with underdeveloped material and civilization, the worship of immortals, Buddhas and gods had a natural bonus.Even if you have never seen it before, it will have great influence under the legend and certain renderings.

Even if you don't believe it, don't dare to lie.

But in this world, it is obvious that someone is deliberately suppressing religious beliefs.

So many people dare to blatantly question the authenticity of the Immortal Buddha.

The sky is getting darker and the cold is getting stronger.

Thin flakes of ice began to be mixed in the originally bleak rainwater.

A horse slipped on its foot, and in the shaking of the cable bridge, it failed to stand firmly, and suddenly pulled the cargo and fell towards the valley.

The businessman who was leading the horse was dragged down because he was reluctant to let go of the goods for a moment, and he was afraid that he would also be smashed to pieces.

The final scream that echoed in the mountain stream made many people feel horrified.

But the mountain road is narrow, and since we have climbed the mountain, there is no turning back.

Everyone just watched, after this period, they could find a place to rest, and wait for the rain to stop.

Some people began to quickly tie coarse cloth on the horse's hoof to increase the friction, so as to prevent the horse's hoof from becoming unstable and slipping 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 mountains and rocks are rough. Naturally, it is difficult to describe how delicate the woman's face is, but it may be a chiseled person with deep affection.

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 should be a Taoist monarch. But now it is a beauty... ·I don’t know what it means. Could it be a cover-up?” The young man who spoke before spoke again at this time.

It's just that after the incident of someone falling into the valley before, no one catered to him anymore.

The atmosphere seemed a little gloomy.

After crossing the cable bridge and walking a mile or two further, there is a dilapidated temple.

When the 'miracle' was revealed.

Many monks and Taoists came to grab the land and build temples.

It's just that after the temple is built, it has to be run.

Especially on a mountain, after you have more colleagues, you have to learn how to manage it.

This is like doing business. There are seven barbecue shops on a street. Whoever has special features, tastes better, and can attract customers will survive, otherwise, he will only be eliminated.

Obviously, the dilapidated ruined temple in front of them was the first group to be eliminated.

Although its location card is good, it is the first stop after crossing the cable bridge.

But there is a poem that says: The ancient temples are hidden deep in the mountains, and you can only see the seclusion in the deep forest.

For temples, sometimes the location is too close to the secular and prosperous, which is not a good thing, but a disadvantage.

The gate of the temple is always open, and the cold wind is bitter. At this time, many businessmen and people from the rivers and lakes are crowded in the lobby of the temple.

There was a big fire in the hall.Outside the door, the north wind howled, and the cold wind mixed with snow squeezed in through the open door, blowing the fire sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

All the merchants seemed to be unable to make the trip tomorrow, worried that the goods would not arrive at the destination as scheduled, and their brows were full of worry.

"Hey, you're an old man! The door is fine, why didn't you close it, the cold wind blowing in, it froze me to death!" A rough man with a thick accent yelled at an old man at the door. road.

There was a sound of catering all around.

Not everyone is malicious.

However, when someone criticizes the weak and bullies an individual, the instinctive reaction of most people may not be to act bravely, but to cling to them so as not to appear isolated.

Snapped!
As soon as the whip sounded, a shadow of the whip was thrown towards the old man.

Seeing it, it was about to fall on the old man's thin shoulders.

But there was a hand that stretched out firmly, holding the whip firmly.

Then he pulled hard and pulled the whip-wielding man out of the crowd.

The big man saw that the person was wearing a cloak, with the cold air from the mountain on his body, his eyes narrowed, and then he said: "Who are you? How dare you meddle in the affairs of my Red Hades, Zhao Hengshan?"

There is a default trick in martial arts.

That is, the more exaggerated the bandit number, the lower the strength.

Generally speaking, XX King of Hades, XX Wuchang, and XX Venerable are often just fakes. Most of these titles are called out by themselves, not given by people in the world.

Those who like to talk about their bandit numbers are mostly of this kind.

Obviously, this Red Hades is such a parallel importer.

The man in the cloak gently lifted the hat on his head, revealing his true face.

All of a sudden, those with sharp eyesight could not help but gasp.

"Anyuan in blood!" someone screamed in the crowd.

Even those ordinary people in business seemed to have heard of this name, and looked at Lin Xi curiously.

In the eyes, there is even a bit of an 'idol'-like color.

"Why did he come here?" People whispered.

"I heard that the Old Devil Yuejiang is hiding in a certain temple in Kusongling. When someone saw the Dongshan sect being exterminated, this old devil happened to appear near Dongshan Mountain. The blood-clothed Anyuan should have come to find him. The old devil is unlucky." Immediately, a well-informed person replied quickly.

　Goodnight everybody!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)