Great Sui Guoshi

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The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the foothills and forests in the distance, dyeing it a bright red.

From south to north on the official road of the capital, a cavalry team of about 20 people galloped forward, holding up a long smoke. It was Sun Yingxian who came from Hegu County, Min Changwen, his father and daughter, as well as guards and arresting cavalry soldiers.

Unavoidably, he was ambushed by Fa Zhang's monsters on the way, went around to the east, and then entered the boundary of the capital.

"Going from here is actually not far from the Fa Zhang's altar. I went there once last time."

After approaching the capital, the Taoist began to reserve his mana and rode a horse with a guard. He didn't know how to do it anyway, so he just sat in the back and had time to talk.

"I don't know if our Mr. Lu Da has come, otherwise, I won't be able to deal with it alone."

"Then you still come!"

Min Changwen turned his head on the horse and glanced at the speaking daughter, "Yuerou!" Just as he was about to speak, the guard in front of the mansion suddenly spoke.

"Master Shangshu, there is an ownerless horse ahead."

The road is not an official road, and it is not spacious. A group of people riding horses rushing over will inevitably collide with the horse. Slowly slowing down and approaching, the old man's eyes suddenly opened.

"This is Zuo Qianwei's horse. He has been following him since he was in Fushui County."

Having said that, his voice turned and raised.

"Not good! Zuo Zhengyang must be in danger! He probably went to find the priest, Daoist, please take us there."

Originally the arresting cavalry soldiers under Zuo Zhengyang's command, they also agreed at this time, asking the Taoist to help lead the way to save people.

"Hey, I haven't rested yet..."

The Taoist saw that everyone was emotional and wanted to say something, so he had to change it to: "Okay, but old man Min still don't go, you have no strength to restrain a chicken, I'm afraid I can't take care of you!"

"Okay, the old man will return to the capital now, and first apologize to His Majesty, and then ask for the army..."

Min Changwen naturally understood what is good and bad. On the horseback, with his upper hand arched and hanging under his gray beard, he swept around.

"—Fight evildoers with everyone!"

After finishing speaking, he took two guards and ran towards the outline of the city, while the 18 people here also turned their horses and followed the Taoist into the forest.

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In the ring-shaped observation platform of the altar, the ever-burning lamps swayed in the wind, revealing the densely packed figures sitting cross-legged, and the official robes and hats on their bodies, which were just a group of civil and military men who had fled from the hall.

"So you're all here."

Zuo Zhengyang's kung fu is excellent, so he can easily detect the aura, let alone so many people sitting cross-legged in front of him, but right now, neither the aura of a human nor the aura of a demon has come from him.

He jumped directly onto the viewing platform, pulled one of the figures sitting cross-legged in the middle, and pulled the nape of the official robe, the skin and flesh were split and turned outwards, and the inside was empty, with nothing left.

"Purdu Cihang!!!"

Letting go of the body in his hands, Zuo Zhengyang rushed down to the viewing platform, his eyes were bloodshot, and stood in the middle to look around.

Holding a knife and shouting sharply:

"Where did you monsters and ghosts come from? Disaster the court, confuse your majesty, and where did you get the internal organs of these civil servants and generals—"

The sound echoed, and there was no movement around except for corpses sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed.

"Come out! Wait for the monster!!"

He roared again, and at the next moment, the ever-burning lights, which were shaking slightly, fell violently, and the sandy ground under Zuo Zhengyang's feet exploded several times, and more than a dozen demonic auras visible to the naked eye gushed out like underground springs.

Bah!

Gold and iron collided, sparks bounced, Zuo Zhengyang's reaction as a warrior was extremely fast, the blade in his hand danced to meet a hard knock, and the other hand pulled out a long knife on his back, and in an instant, he danced with both hands, and countless lights were on. For a while, the sound of knife light, blood light, golden sound, and flesh tearing continued on the invisible thing.

ding ding ding ~~~

puff puff puff...

"Hahaha--"

The invisible figure was cut in half by the broken long knife, and flew to the sides, and even the centipede inside showed two halves, the thin knife blocked back, Zuo Zhengyang laughed loudly, and the long knife followed closely , slashing furiously, there was a cracking sound in the transparent air, and the dark red blood poured all over the ground.

Kicking half of the corpse's body, Zuo Zhengyang's hair bun was waving in a mess amidst Zuo Zhengyang's laughter, and he shouted loudly: "You demons and ghosts, come together!"

In less than a short moment, there were as many as seven or eight corpses in purple-black cassocks that had been torn apart on the ground. They were broken into two pieces and filled the muddy ground in the middle of the altar.

The blood beads slowly slid to the ground along the two blades in his hand, soaking into the soil.

"Good, good."

Suddenly a cold female voice sounded from behind, Zuo Zhengyang turned his face slightly, and a thin old monk stood in the shadow of the altar, looking at him expressionlessly with his Dharma seal upright.

"... Qianwei, as a person in the imperial city, guards His Majesty, how can he be so hostile, let this patriarch save you."

"Full of auspiciousness, but dirty and ugly!"

The roar exploded, Zuo Zhengyang twisted his feet, and his figure turned into an afterimage and approached the skinny old monk in front of him instantly.

"Everyone in the world takes pleasure in sinking into the ocean of suffering. When will they know how to overcome suffering and go to the other side is the pure land."

Pudu Cihang didn't mean to dodge, the words came out, and the figure who swung the knife to the side seemed to be struck by lightning, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and the whole person stumbled back a few steps, Zuo Zhengyang reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth, unexpectedly Blood spilled unknowingly.

"Zuo Qianwei, put down the butcher knife."

With an understatement of his fingertips, it seemed that something invisible was flowing through the air in an instant. Zuo Zhengyang couldn't react at all, and his clenched lips and teeth opened suddenly, that was a scream of "Ah——" .

Holding a thin knife in one arm, it soared into the sky.

In the other hand, the long knife was swaying along with the body, and it was stuck on the ground with a bang. Zuo Zhengyang looked at the empty left shoulder, and the blood stained the skirt of his clothes.

"evildoer….."

He opened and closed his blood-stained teeth, and he took a difficult step, watching the old monk walking extremely slowly step by step.

"My knife only cuts you and other evil monsters."

Purdue Cihang glanced at him, and gently pushed out his palm——

.......

"arrive!"

"The front is the altar!"

"Look, the door is open!"

The cavalry team of more than ten people had reached the stone steps outside the altar, the Taoist pulled out the bronze mirror of subduing demons, looked around, his nostrils bulging and closing.

"It's so evil..."

Seeing that Min Yuerou was about to charge up with the guards and cavalrymen from the arrest department, he hurriedly shouted: "Don't go up!"

boom--

A loud noise suddenly covered up the Taoist's words, everyone raised their heads, the wall above the altar burst open, broken bricks splashed here, and among them was a figure with three long knives on his back.

"Zuo Qianwei!"

Amidst Min Yuerou's cry, the Taoist stepped on his horse and rushed into the sky, caught the flying figure in his arms, and then collided with each other, the two hit the ground together, and rolled several times.

"Decree! Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, legal order!"

Two talisman papers rose into the sky, and in the red glow, blue and white lightning flashed, and the two lightning snakes came down with the sound of thunder.

Bricks and stones were flying, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The thin old monk walked out of the vertical seal slowly, and was not affected by the lightning spell at all.

"Old mother Yue'er...do you want to be so powerful?"

The Taoist hugged the fainted Zuo Zhengyang, and looked at Pudu Cihang on the stone steps, his eyelids twitched wildly.

"This is the end of it, old Lu, come here...otherwise you will have to collect the corpse for us."

........

The rays of the sun gradually dissipated, and in the field, the scholar in white and green robe seemed to feel something, and raised his face to look in a certain direction.

Then he lowered his head, and in the wide sleeves, more than a dozen copper coins were lined up in the palm of his hand, swaying with the wide sleeves, and flew out with a clatter.

"You guys go first!"

The old donkey next to him followed the copper coins that had been streaked by the sun's rays, and flicked his tongue excitedly and ran wildly, with thunder splashing from his hooves.

"Then."

Lu Liangsheng untied the magic weapon on his waist and the Moon Misty Sword, "It's our turn."

Chapter 1

The green grass is soaked in the last touch of evening red, swaying in the gentle evening wind, amidst the sound of cicadas, the stroking robes have bought cloth shoes to step on the grass leaves, and then pass here.

While Lu Liangsheng was spreading his Dharma knowledge to Taoists, he raised his two fingers together in the lower wide sleeves, and continued to write and draw as he walked, pulling the magic power of the righteous universe, and writing out seal scripts one by one.

Under the other wide sleeve, the scroll of pine branches held in his hand lit up bursts of dharma light.

In fact, he knew that the chances of really facing the patriarch who protects the country is not great, and he doesn't have to come to be an enemy of him, but there is one thing, as early as a long time ago, Lu Liangsheng had a clear thought in his heart that sooner or later he would be with him again. Purdue Cihang against.

If the opponent wants to transform into a dragon, he needs someone with predestined relationship to cut off the demon's body with his own hands, just like a carp jumping over the dragon's gate, burning its tail to the sky.

As the sky darkened and the night sky gradually became full of stars, the scholar looked indifferently at the direction of Wanjia lights on the far side.

"I originally came to you tonight, Chen Shubao, but it doesn't matter. If possible, we can meet in the second half of the night."

The tone was not high, and he finished speaking in a low voice like a comment. After watching for two breaths, Lu Liangsheng withdrew his gaze, and continued to write seal characters with his sword fingers.

Soon, the figure disappeared into the woods, and the dark energy in "The Burial of the Soul" began to permeate, spreading around the scholar.

clap clap clap...

The birds returning to the forest felt the cold and wandering, flapped their wings and flew around the forest in panic.

The field outside the altar.

It was the sky full of flames flying along with the broken stones, one after another talisman papers were ignited, arousing thunder and earth sinking, the Taoist over there pulled out a pill given by Lu Liangsheng and fed it to Zuo Zhengyang, walking in the eyes of everyone Strange steps.

His face was covered with sweat, and between his fingers he kept flipping out talisman papers, and under the hook of the spell, mana poured out.

"Decree, the gods of the four directions, wandering here, follow me to form an array!"

Flip your finger to form a formula, and at the same time as you point forward, the six talismans that are burning and floating instantly disappear into the air.

Ahead, Pudu Cihang, in golden cassock and long-eared monk hat, walked step by step through the stone steps engraved with the scarlet four characters of "Pudu Cihang". Facing the burning talisman papers that appeared out of thin air around him, he lowered his eyes and slightly closed his eyes. .

"Good, good!"

"Mother of Shaner!" Sun Yingxian pointed to the left and right with both hands, and made a chopping movement: "Subduing demons and subdue demons!"

The six burning talisman papers lit up the night with a bang of fire, causing all the guards, arresting cavalry soldiers, and Min Yuerou to raise their hands to cover them. In the light of the fire, Taoism moved horizontally in series, and six huge "emperors" were raised The glyphs flashed for a moment, and the old monk who was walking in the middle froze.

Then, as before, the lifted monk's shoes fell down without hindrance and continued towards the Taoist.

A bean-sized drop of cold sweat slid down the Taoist's forehead to his cheek.

"I call it old mother, how come the Taoism left by Master doesn't work on it?!"

He lowered his head and quickly looked at the unconscious Zuo Zhengyang. He tapped several acupuncture points on his empty shoulders to seal the blood, "Old Zuo, hold on!"

Immediately, he dragged him and moved back. More than a dozen people with knives wanted to rush to help, and the Taoist raised his face and yelled at them.

"Don't come here, I can't beat you in this way, you go to die!"

In the shaking line of sight, the demon-subduing array arranged had no effect at all, and Pudu Cihang just walked out through the talisman light. Along the way, the weeds that covered the ground fell down without wind, and moved toward the sides. dump.

"My old mother..."

The Taoist looked at the old monk who was getting closer, and almost instinctively withdrew his hand from Zuo Zhengyang. He turned around and wanted to sacrifice his escapism to escape. He took half a step back, and his eyes fell on the unconscious figure who was moaning again. There are more than ten people far away.

A bite.

"Why did you become like the old Lu..."

Pulling Zuo Zhengyang, he pushed and slid to one side, and shouted at Min Yuerou and the others: "Take care of him!"

He hurriedly took out the demon-subduing bronze mirror from the cloth pocket, bit his index finger and wrote the Dao talisman on the mirror.

"You demon monk with a male voice like a female, I will fight you!"

The Taoist talisman made the last stroke, stepped forward and stood firm, and the bronze mirror suddenly flipped in his hand.