I just want to live an ordinary life with the power of the protagonist

Chapter 483

One night, late at night.

A team is marching. This is a well-disciplined and uniform army. The footsteps of tens of thousands of people step on the ground, just like the footsteps of one person.

This steel-like army stepped across the earth and grasslands, during which time, there was no chaotic sound.

No one spoke, no one turned their heads, not even... breathed.

Their steps were terrifyingly precise.

Everyone's rhythm and the height of each raised foot are exactly the same, exactly.

The person in front stepped on the ground, leaving a footprint. When he left, the people behind stepped on the footprint exactly, without any sign of deviation.

What is even more frightening is that the marching speed of this army is simply unimaginable.

Everyone is sprinting forward at a speed of [-] meters, even faster than a horse, but it is not chaotic at all, and the distance between everyone is kept just right.

And on a hill about 1000 meters away from the army, a monk in white folded his hands and proclaimed a Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

Behind the monk in white stood a military general in jet-black armor. The general asked, "Master, can you see the origin of this army?"

The monk in white said slowly: "I am neither human nor ghost nor demon, neither god nor holy nor immortal."

The corner of the general's mouth twitched a few times and said, "Master, can you explain it a little more clearly."

The white-clothed monk shook his head and said: "Benefactor, this army is not a creature of the six realms of reincarnation, and the poor monk is not too sure, but according to the poor monk's investigation, this army is very likely... puppets!"

"Puppet?" The general was startled, and suddenly thought of something, "The Mohist mechanism!"

In his eyes, puppets were probably only played by the Mohists in the pre-Qin period.

"The master means that the madman who created this army is a descendant of the Mohist school."

The monk in white said: "This poor monk is not too sure, but the possibility is not small."

The general's eyes suddenly showed greed, but he still had some doubts in his heart, "Master, this mechanism is so overbearing, why did the Mohism back then be suppressed by Confucianism and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty?"

At the beginning, Dong Zhongshu proposed to get rid of Confucianism, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty agreed.

Since then, hundreds of schools have gradually become obsolete.

Among them, Mohism, which is called "the world's outstanding learning" by Confucianism, was suppressed and finally suffered a crushing defeat.

To this day, people at that time can only find the records of the Mohist school in books, which is really incredible.

Since the Mohism's mechanism technique is so overbearing, the military commander is very suspicious. What kind of method did Emperor Wu of the Han use to unite with the Confucianism to suppress the Mohism?

The monk in white said slowly: "This point is probably only known to the ancestors. Maybe it was because Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was too scary at that time, or maybe the Mo family didn't create so many puppets back then."

The general nodded slightly, he was inclined to the second point.

Although the original Mohists were powerful, it was absolutely impossible to have so many puppets.

He even suspected that after the Mohism was suppressed, it turned from light to dark, unwilling to fail, so it passed on secretly, and even kept making puppets. After so many years of development, it was possible to have such a huge puppet army.

Only this kind of reason can explain why such a large number of invincible and invincible troops appeared in the world in just a few days.

The general, who thought he had figured out the cause and effect, could no longer suppress the greed in his heart, and said, "Master, can you do something for me?"

The monk in white said with a smile that was not a smile: "The benefactor was kind to Jinshan Temple back then. This time, the poor monk came here to repay the debt. If the benefactor has something to say, you might as well speak up."

"Help me capture the person who controls these puppets." The general said decisively: "As long as the master helps me, the kindness between me and Jinshan Temple will be written off, how about it?"

The monk in white nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome, benefactor." The white-clothed monk pointed his toes, his figure soared into the air, like a willow leaf, fluttering in the wind, and galloped away into the distance.

After watching the monk in white leave, the general stayed for a while, then turned his head and left.

On the other hand, the monk in white galloped all the way, heading for Jiannan Road, but not long after, he saw a group of soldiers riding on horses.

In the center of this group of soldiers is a little Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe and veil, riding a three-headed bird.

When the monk in white saw the little Taoist priest, a strange color appeared in his pupils. Just as he was about to avoid this team, the little Taoist priest spotted him.

The little Taoist flicked his hand casually, and a series of spells flew out from his cuffs, turning into a crane, and grabbed the monk in white.

The monk in white proclaimed the Buddha's name, the Buddha's light around his body was spinning, and he slapped his right hand lightly. In an instant, a huge arm made of golden light protruded from the void, and slapped the crane, with a * in the palm of his hand.

With a long cry, the crane gracefully turned around, avoided the Buddha's palm, and grabbed the white-clothed monk.

The monk in white was unhurried, squeezed the flowers and smiled, the Buddha's light was shining all over his body, he easily blocked the crane's attack, and the golden Buddha's palm in the sky turned again, and slapped the crane again.

In an instant, the palm wind roared, the air exploded, and the endless light seemed to overwhelm the crane.

In just a few breaths, the Buddha's Palm and the Crane had fought against each other several times.

The little Taoist laughed and raised his hand. The crane neighed, turned into a pile of charms, and flew back to his cuff.

Seeing this, the monk in white dispersed the golden Buddha's palm in the air.

A group of soldiers below couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw that the two had stopped fighting.As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. They don't want to die in this place in a daze.

The little Taoist put away the talisman and said loudly: "I thought who it was, it turned out to be the outstanding heir of Jinshan Temple, Master Yixiu, you don't eat fast and chant Buddha in Jinshan Temple, what are you doing here?"

The white-clothed monk said: "It turns out that I am a master of Taiyin, I don't know what my brother is blocking my way, what is my intention?"

The little Taoist rode on his weird mount and asked, "Master Yixiu, why didn't you answer my question directly. Oh, I see, you are embarrassed to say it, right?"

"A few years ago, a mysterious monk entered Jinshan Temple to discuss Buddhism with the masters of Jinshan Temple. As a result, the masters of Jinshan Temple were speechless during the debate. Many masters became mad during this debate, and some people were shaken. In this debate, Jinshan Temple has been shaken to the core."

"If someone hadn't rescued him, the Jinshan Temple would have already been removed."

The monk in white had a calm face, but his eyes changed again and again, and gradually became gloomy.

(End of this chapter)