Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 138
Ever since Jiang Wen witnessed the Duren Pagoda, which was littered with immature corpses at the entrance of Nether Alley, he almost hid in the prison as if fleeing.

In this stinky place where people are stinky and complement each other, they don't change their enjoyment, and realize the Tao with a ferocious face and gnashed teeth.And during this period, while thinking about it, he cursed this damn world.

How damned is this world?

It can be said that death has reached a certain level. Even if Jiang Wen exhausted his wits and pondered hard, he still couldn't judge which one deserved to die, the murderer or the victim in front of him. .

In this process, perhaps only by acting eccentrically can Jiang Wen feel a little bit more at ease.

Ever since, Jiang Wen hid in Wuyi Mountain is the first, making only a few friends is the second, and taking a few children to wander around the rivers and lakes is the third.

The ruthless rivers and lakes where martial arts people complained, finally became his indulgent and open-minded skin.

In his eyes, only children are always innocent.

He can rescue Fu Ningdie who has never met before without hesitation, he can take the biting little stone as his disciple indifferently, and he can go all out to abduct Hong Wending, but he no longer dares to swing his sword easily, Do those "chivalrous" things.

Jiang Wen, who hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights in the prison, even felt for a moment that his back in the prison resembled a certain young master from Luzhen, and he seemed to be thinking hard about four words in the old crooked neck tree palace. a chief.

Coincidentally, what I said after thinking for a long time was only four words
- "Save the children".

In just a few days, the city of Fuzhou, which was already in turmoil due to strange rumors, suddenly fell into a more violent storm, and the center of this storm was the imperial imperial envoy who suddenly fell from the sky.

Monk Yankong led the court troops into the Three Lanes and Seven Alleys.

Luojiang Chen family, Jiumulin family, Wulin Shen family, Longshan Liu family, Yixu Huang family, and Yanmen Sa family, among the famous families in Sanfang Qixiang, these families are the most prosperous and prosperous family.

Prior to this, the Zhongming Dingshi House, which was once recognized as Tweeting Loyalty and Chengde Filial Piety, received the most violent blows one after another.

His handwriting is no longer the prudence and deceitfulness of the Geng family's actions, but he ransacked the family and broke the house in a vigorous and resolute manner, so that there were a lot of robots in a while.

No matter how extravagant and clever these families were in the past, they were all labeled as the White Lotus Sect of "falsifying words and deceiving the public".

On the night when the Chang brothers sneaked into the official office, the men and horses that Monk Yankong personally led out of the house were attacking the last hard nut to crack - the Yanmen Sa family.

The Sa clan who lived at the end of the Yellow Lane resisted strongly and blocked the door with earth and rocks. As the bad news came out one after another, they even sent out strong men to guard the courtyard building day and night, everyone armed with strong bows and spears, Murderous.

However, all of this still couldn't stop Monk Yankong's determination to act. Just after the Qing court spies stormed the Yixu Huang family in Huangxiang, a few claws quickly rested on the courtyard wall, and the killer dressed as a lama Already rushed into it.

There are many young and strong descendants of the Sa family, and there is no shortage of martial arts practitioners in the gathering. They quickly fought with these killers with knives and guns.

One side is a cunning and venomous killer who wields a knife like splashing water, making it impossible to get close easily. Win or lose, stalemate.

The Wenyu Shanfang, the flower hall on the top of the Sa family’s mansion, has now become the home of the Chinese army. The young and middle-aged Sa clan in the mountain room gradually joined in, and the situation gradually turned to their side. After all, the Lama killer is no match for four hands. , was soon divided and besieged, and fell into a disadvantage.

Just when everyone thought that the situation was settled, and several clan elders thought that they had finally survived the turmoil of the night, the gate of the Sa family, which had been firmly blocked by sand and stones, suddenly shook violently.

The majestic and loud sounds continued to come, and it was like a giant beast hitting outside the door, and the sound directly knocked on people's hearts.

The mansion door deformed rapidly during the impact, and finally turned into a piercing sound of breaking and cracking.A tower-like figure broke into the courtyard, with a blue scalp and a bushy beard in stark contrast, but what attracted the most attention was that ferocious face.

There were traces of fighting left on his body, his eyes were bloody, and his every move was full of murderous aura.

"What a bold rebel, dare to openly attack the heavenly soldiers of the imperial court!"

The appearance of Monk Yankong was like a catalyst thrown into the pool, arousing people's fear along the way.

He stepped forward with his bare hands, easily grabbed the whistle sticks of the two servants, and smashed them into two out of thin air. Then he hit the top of their heads with his bare hands, and with a crisp crackling sound, their heads shattered like watermelons on the spot.

"This official is already face to face, and the thief dares to fight back! Do they all want to copy and kill everyone!"

Monk Yankong took off his monk's robe at this time, revealing the third-rank officials' supplementary uniforms he was wearing. He walked vigorously as a dragon and a tiger stepped forward, and knocked many servants away with his arms raised, leaving only the tragic scene of splashing and vomiting blood all the way.

Sensing that the situation was not good, the young and strong men of Sa's mansion quickly gave up on the besieged spies, and instead besieged Monk Yankong with knives, guns and sticks.

The Patriarch of the Sa family on the Wenyu mountain house also spoke out angrily.

"Evil monk, you have done a lot of evil, killed people like hemp, set up a prison without knowing the law, and you are called an official of the imperial court in vain!"

Filled with righteous indignation, the old man slapped on the side rail.

"The governor of Fujian is a close friend of our Sa family. When my eldest son Xiu's letter arrives, the governor will definitely report to the majesty to dismiss you!"

The young and strong around suddenly started clamoring, and they only gathered all kinds of weapons in one go, wanting to give Monk Yankong a good look.

But Monk Yankong waved his robe sleeves, his thick arms stretched out, and the flesh and blood poured from his inner air were like fine steel. He saw that the knife, ax and body were not injured at all, and he opened his giant palm like a cattail leaf fan, More than a dozen people in a row beat their teeth to pieces and vomited blood.

He wrapped up the big sleeves of his official uniform, raised his brows with a murderous look, and held the thick rosary hanging on his chest with one hand.

"Stop talking nonsense, the judge always decides the case first and then plays it!"

I saw him standing still with his legs apart, and after a loud shout, he threw out his fists and palms. In a blink of an eye, he broke through a road and walked forward unimpeded. The infinite force exerted by all-out strength is the strongest, even if five or six people work together, they can't resist it at all.

"If you don't surrender, today I will let you all be wiped out!"

Monk Yankong's killing sound was loud and clear, and he suppressed the audience with his own strength, killing hundreds of Sa's servants until blood flowed all over the ground and turned them all over their backs, and they couldn't resist at all.

The powerful Vajra Prajna Palm and the powerful Vajra Finger struck at the same time, and in a blink of an eye they were cut to death, and they crashed into the wall of the house. The killing method this night was as ruthless as Keba, the demon monk in the Western Regions, who slaughtered the Ma family.

He pointed at the old man in Wenyushan's room,
"If you, the chief culprit, subdue the law and put down all your weapons, maybe I can tolerate you once!"

Seeing that the opponents were still gathering and wanting to kill each other, Monk Yankong immediately shouted to the sky: "Bring something!"

Patriarch Sa originally thought that the opponent would rely on the power of weapons, but out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a figure appearing in the corner of the courtyard, throwing a cloth bag.

Monk Yankong shook off his burden, lifted a round and black thing to a high place, opened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Old man, look at what this is!"

Following the eyes of everyone, Monk Yankong was holding a thick black braid in his hand, and a blood-stained, painful and ferocious beheaded head was shaking in the air. His eyes stared blankly at the air. He died after enduring a lot of pain before being decapitated.

In the light of the fire, the old man of the Sa family recognized from his facial features and facial features, and was shocked to realize that the eldest son of the Sa family was released as the county magistrate by the Imperial Academy!
The domineering look of the other party appeared before his eyes, and the Patriarch of the Sa family was suffocated suddenly. He was unwilling to believe the tragedy in front of him, but he hesitated with the pain on his face, and in the blink of an eye, it was the clansman who was slapped flying and smashed into pieces, finally filled with hatred Said.

"You dog official ruined my whole family's reputation. I will pay you with my head today. I only hope that you will stop embarrassing my Sa family!"

After saying that, he broke free from the support of his wife and children, staggered and wanted to bump into the pillar of the flower hall.

"The earth has no boundaries, and the sky has no boundaries. If you want to blame, you can only blame your mantis for being a cart! You can't help yourself if you want to die!"

Monk Yankong watched with a smirk, and suddenly stepped forward to hold a stone tablet with his hands, and with the sound of angrily using his arms and waist and legs, he pulled the courtyard photo tablet out of the soil, and then He lifted the stone tablet weighing more than a thousand catties on his shoulders, and smashed it straight to the Wenyu Mountain House in the distance!
The ground shook, and the stele broke the pillars in an instant, and smashed half of the wall tiles in the flower hall, and then it was embedded in the ground with a crackling sound of collapse, crushing the green bricks all over the floor.

Before the Patriarch of the Sa clan touched the pillar, he was covered by broken rubble, his white hair was dyed with flowers, and a stream of blood flowed down from his forehead. He could only collapse in the ruins, dumbfounded .

Monk Yankong stood in the courtyard and stared at the surrounding wilderness. Wherever he looked, the members of the Sa family were all terrified. They were timid before such an outrageous feat. Teams of Qing soldiers disarmed.

After the dust fell to the ground, the originally magnificent and multi-storeyed Sa Mansion was in a mess. Teams of Qing soldiers escorted them out. The huge courtyard was empty, except for Monk Yankong, who stared at the dark night with a thoughtful and forbearing expression.

"Master Imperial Envoy!"

Monk Yankong's subordinates were all desperate people who were beyond recognition and stabbed with swords. At this time, one of his subordinates, with blood on his hands, walked in quickly from the door.

Monk Yankong turned his back to each other and asked in a deep voice.

"What's the situation, tell me!"

The subordinate's voice was hoarse, and he knelt down and said.

"The interrogation of the young and old of the Huang family has already been completed. At first they denied it desperately, but after hearing the words 'Min Wang Shenzhi' they were honest and admitted that what you want, my lord, is now in their hands."

Monk Yankong was overjoyed when he heard the words, and the two walked out of the gate of the Sa Mansion together, and walked along the road of Huangxiang to another tall mansion at the entrance of the alley.

In the main courtyard, several people were struggling to dig the ground with shovels. As the sand and soil accumulated into a hill, a huge stele appeared in the soil.

"The "Long Qi Monument of the Imperial Palace" is indeed here!"

Monk Yankong's eyes were shining brightly, making people hang up the body of the stele, and stretched out his hand to caress this ancient stele, which is nearly two feet high. He saw that the head of the stele is a six-chi head, carved vigorously, and the side of the stele is engraved with arabesque patterns, which are still gorgeous after years of decay. .

Looking at the stele in detail, the inscriptions of the stele begin with eulogies and quotes in the preface. They vaguely describe the meritorious deeds of Fujian kings in Fuzhou during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and also remember the auspiciousness of the Yellow Dragon coming out of the water. The whole stele stands tall and carved. Seiko does nothing for nothing.

"Do you know the origin of this stele? Min Huizong Wang Yanjun listened to Taoist Chen Shouyuan's advice and built the Emperor's Palace on the top of Jiuxian Mountain to worship a god who descended from the sky and whose origin is unknown. The name is Huangzun."

Monk Yankong squinted from the corner of his eyes, and said loudly on purpose.

"This god has never been recorded in the history books, and the alchemy has never been revealed. It is said that Wang Shenzhi dreamed of it at night when he entered Fujian, so he painted it in the album. Min Huizong received it as a treasure, and it was cast with countless white copper and gold. The statue of the emperor personally recites and prays day and night, burns incense and prays, and even asks the emperor to order all the political affairs of the whole country, no matter how big or small, and then decides them, and the whole country goes crazy in an instant."

Monk Yankong looked at the inscription obsessively, and said proudly: "Huang Dun, the ancestor of the Yixu Huang family, came to Fujian from Gushi County, Guangzhou, Henan Province at the end of Tang Dynasty with Wang Shenzhi. The clues left behind are probably in their hands..."

Then he looked around, facing the empty yard, talking to himself.

"There is also the Sa clan of Yanmen, which originally originated from the Semu people'Dashiman clan' in the Western Regions. Its ancestor, Sadula, was born in Yanmen, Shanxi, and was given the surname Sa by the Yuan court. Fuzhou, if you say they have no purpose, I will never believe it!"

The subordinate just knelt down, but couldn't help but said curiously: "Master Imperial Envoy, what is the purpose of the imperial court's trip to mobilize so many troops? After all, the subordinates have been attacking for days..."

"Do you also think that my methods are too cruel?"

Monk Yankong did not deny his purpose, and said to his confidant.

"But what if I told you that all of them have colluded with the White Lotus Cult in real terms, and have bought many ulterior and horrifying antiques from the White Lotus Cult's protector, Hongyang Fuduodao?"

"I dare not to be humble!"

The subordinates quickly pleaded guilty.

"It's fine if you don't dare. The secrets buried in Fuzhou City are definitely not for the second or third son to spy on,"

Monk Yankong snorted coldly, "The Geng family acted recklessly. Fortunately, Geng Jimao still knows how to judge the situation. The world is weird and unpredictable, just like what I saw in Shaolin Temple back then. Those who dare to get involved will never end well—even if The so-called once-in-a-hundred-year genius in the temple will not be spared after all..."

The monks in the courtyard were telling the secrets of what they had seen and heard, and suddenly said loudly to the empty flower wall.

"Since I've been listening to the corner for a long time, why don't I come out and talk about it! Since I came out today, I just want to lure you shameless mice!"

The monk stepped forward, turned his palms around, and suddenly produced great strength.I saw him press his palm against the flower wall in the courtyard, smashing the bricks and stones in an instant and pushing them backwards, his strength was overwhelming, obviously he had prepared for a long time.

Two figures jumped out from behind the wall, one black and the other white, like a ecstasy emissary returning to the sun, throwing out the sharp claws in his hand, and then tore the throats of several chasing Qing soldiers, waving the chains and hanging on the courtyard wall again, intending to escape.

A cold light flashed in Monk Yankong's eyes, and the big sleeves of his toga robe were thrown out and hit the two of them, sending them flying and falling into a field of peonies.

The Qing soldiers who were interrogating in the backyard came forward, holding swords and torches to illuminate the surroundings. Yan Kong was about to pursue him, but a large handful of sand was thrown from the flower garden, blinding his eyes.

Under the urgent situation, Monk Yankong could only slap subconsciously based on the source of the voice, and fought with the one black and one white figure!
"Hahaha, it really is you two hanged ghosts who are still alive after being hit by this official's Vajra Prajna Palm!"

Monk Yankong laughed loudly, blindly facing the enemy without panic, and instantly revealed the identity of the opponent.

The Chang brothers were in ragged clothes, long and thin, holding hook claws in their left and right hands and were silent, while the palm that had just lifted the black sand palm was already swollen and trembling slightly, apparently fell into a disadvantage in the fierce palm force. Was hit again by the opponent.

The two of them relied on Qingcheng's advanced martial arts to suppress their injuries, but now they could no longer resist, and black blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.Seeing that the situation was not good, the two had no choice but to jump over the wall again, but Monk Yankong stopped his subordinates from pursuing them.

"The dark forces are surging tonight. I came out to scare the snakes and find out their details. Changqingzi's apprentice is nothing more than two mice. It is useless to catch up with the easy-to-middle trick."

He took clean water to wash his eyes, and slapped the edge of the water tank higher than the head with his palm in anger, and the water flooded the ground in an instant.

"If I hadn't lost my vitality when I came here, I would have been able to kill them this time. The ghost-masked man's martial arts are bizarre, and he can fight dozens of moves with me, and there is no leak at all. , if you want to take it by force, it is quite tricky."

The subordinate asked in a deep voice: "Master Imperial Envoy, since this is the case, there is still one in our prison, shouldn't it be better to finish him first?"

After all, it was accompanied by a throat-wiping gesture,

However, Monk Yankong immediately waved his hand and vetoed it.

"No. Our current manpower is already stretched, and we must not split up and rush in until we find the treasure. Besides, among so many opponents, only the master of the Lin family makes me completely incomprehensible..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice was stopped abruptly by him, and killing intent appeared again in his eyes that were changing emotions.

"At the beginning, the Taoist priests in the palace of the king of Fujian claimed to be omnipotent, and even led Min Huizong to see ghosts in the daytime and pass through the prison. That god."

"Now that the three lanes and seven alleys are under our control, you continue to torture every household, forcing them to reveal the secrets of the blood Buddha statue and the White Lotus Sect. Your Majesty speculates that the blood Buddha in the present world is the one that prayed for nothing in the palace of the King of Fujian. His Royal Highness!"

"Subordinates understand! Go and investigate immediately!"

The disfigured subordinate hissed and left.

Monk Yankong sneered slightly behind him, looking at the boundless sky with extremely dark eyes.

What he said was true, but only partly true.

Before coming, Monk Yankong had already told his soldiers that the purpose of this trip to Rongrong was to investigate the blood Buddha who had been cut open, and at the same time to attack the White Lotus Sect and the Geng family who were secretly rampant and openly colluding.

Even the search for the Blood Buddha statue and the Emperor Treasure that was announced tonight was in the final analysis only the goal of other families, not his own.

Everyone in the world has selfish intentions, including the White Lotus Sect, Prince Geng's Mansion, and the Fuwei Escort Bureau, and he is no exception.

In this turmoil, everyone is a hunter in the dark, and the one who is the first to be guessed or reveals his intentions is doomed to be out.As the forces involved in the game are becoming more and more complicated, his selfishness seems to be very common.

This Fuzhou city is so small that two voices cannot be accommodated; this Fuzhou city is also very large, so besides what the emperor wants, there are also buried things that he wants.

He already knew about Tian Guinong's frustration, but Monk Yankong didn't think that what he was looking for would be in the hands of the Fuwei Escort.In the final analysis, Jianghu martial arts are nothing more than trivial skills, and they can't even make a wave in the face of the great terror and despair that he has witnessed with his own eyes.

From Nether Lane's appearance and active entry into the game, he found that his actions were gradually blocked and difficult, and his previous plans encountered resistance repeatedly, but Monk Yankong was still confident, not only because of his martial arts, but also because he was able to become a hero decades ago. Those who survived in the blood-stained wooden man alley.

——Even after that, the strange dragon-shaped shadow appeared in his waking and dreaming indistinctly.Even after many years, those grotesques without wings and wings are still soaring in the air day and night, accompanied by strange roars and five round toe scratches on his chest, never leaving for a moment.

Monk Yankong was one of the very few who survived, so he became one of the very few who did not escape the nightmare.

As Monk Yankong retired from his subordinates, he walked alone into the lanes that were sparsely populated due to the curfew, strolled from the yellow lane through the dimly lit palace lane, and finally stopped at the tower lane with faint candle shadows. flowed through his heart.

Monk Yankong thought, the Geng family searched in vain among the three mountains and two pagodas, and dug up all the relics left by the King of Min, it was really stupid.

But when it comes to stupidity, now several parties hide and hide, and no one dares to reveal what they want, lest they will be attacked by a group, so they don't give up much.

The statue of the emperor was mysterious and bizarre hundreds of years ago, and no one knew its true face. With the demise of Fujian, it was even chopped up and burned by Wuyue and Qian's people. At the cost of hundreds of lives, it was scuttled and sunk Only when he was buried with him did the Emperor's Zun sink into the depths of the Minjiang River forever.

Whether it is the blood Buddha born today is hard to speculate. The treasure in my eyes is the radiant orb found at the foot of the Jiuxian Mountain among the three mountains. of.

And the Geng family must not know the inside story of the two towers, so they dug up the Chongmiao Baosheng Tower under the Shewu Mountain of the three mountains in the city, which was used to suppress evil spirits, which caused all kinds of strange things in Fuzhou City.

You must know that even Wang Yanxi, the seventh son of Wang Shenzhi, also died strangely when he reached the seventh floor when he was building the nine-story pagoda. After that, it failed, and there was no way to recover.

It is not a pity that the Geng family is looking for a dead end now.

Along the way, Monk Yankong's thoughts and thoughts turned like lightning, and finally came to a desolate and remote alley, stopped and just stared at the shape of the pagoda on the archway, silent.

In order to obtain the supreme opportunity in the tantra of Vajrapani's bright empowerment, and see the mystery of King Jundali Ming's achievement of injuring Vajra, Monk Yankong had already decided to search for it on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood until he saw the wonderful lotus coming out of the corpse's mouth. The unworldly scene with a body like Brahma!
"Mani Orb, where is it..."

Monk Yankong muttered to himself.

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