Rebel Monk [Rebirth]

Chapter 74: Demon Monk

Huo Jiyan has already ruled the entire Zhao family's imperial court, and everyone in the palace is bewildered by the sound of the burial drum, whether they are willing or not, they all submit to Huo Jiyan.

He was sitting on the throne, playing with the snare drum in his hand, and felt that it was more than a little bit useful, and there must be some great power that he hadn't noticed. Just when he was a little drunk, a servant from below came to report : "Master, please see Yuan Sanqi, the right protector of the former funeral flower sect."

After this episode, the news of the resurrection of the Flower Burial Sect has begun to spread to the entire Dongming Kingdom. Before long, the remnants of the Flower Funeral Sect that have been silent among the people will start to move closer to the palace of the East Ming Kingdom, and the Flower Funeral Sect is about to reappear in the world. .

Huo Jiyan turned the burial flower drum in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who? I don't know him, tell him to get lost."

While the palace slave hesitated, Yuan Sanqi had already entered from the outside, and said with a smile: "The leader really hasn't changed at all from before."

Huo Jiyan had no choice but to put away the plaything in his hand, and looked at Yuan Sanqi: "Who are you?"

Yuan Sanqi looked at the flower burial drum in Huo Jiyan's hand. It seemed that he was aiming at the flower burial drum, but on the face of it, he still wanted to give the master he served before a little face, and said hypocritically and kindly: "The leader is really a noble person who forgets so much, I don't even remember it? When you were flattering around you, didn't you even call me good?"

Huo Jiyan looked at the sharp-mouthed monkey in front of him, his skinny cheeks, his brows and eyes always had a bad breath, and he couldn't think of him at all: "So I should remember you."

Yuan Sanqi was embarrassed, paused, and had to change the subject: "Since the leader is back, should we consider revitalizing the Flower Burial Sect?"

Huo Jiyan actually had no intention of reviving this teaching. The reason why he awakened this power was because he was not reconciled, not reconciled to Zhao Linyuan's malicious insult, nor to Bai Qianxing's leaving without saying goodbye.But now that they have this status, many people are fawning on them, but they feel relieved, so they smiled and said: "You tell me, how should I revive the Buried Flower Sect?"

Yuan Sanqi held his arms in his arms, neither saluting nor acting like a monarch, "Since the eradication of the funeral flower, the leader disappeared, and the believers of the funeral flower were oppressed by the Three Realms, and they lived in panic with the eternal imprint of the three-petal red lotus, like rats crossing the street Everyone shouts and beats, life is worse than death. As the right protector of the Funeral Flower Sect, I have the obligation to protect these believers who work for the Funeral Flower Sect. Over the years, I have taken in most of the former Flower Funeral Sect followers in Dayun On the other side of the mountain, we are waiting for the leader to come back one day and bring us back to the glory of the past."

In fact, Huo Jiyan couldn't tell how much of Yuan Sanqi's words were true and how much was false, but he had sworn to never trust anyone again.This person used to raise a group of followers of the Flower Burial Cult when the Flower Burial Cult was in decline. Naturally, the plan was to revive it one day. Of course, this revival must not be led by Huo Jiyan, and naturally it is impossible to wait for Huo Jiyan go back.

As for what plan Yuan Sanqi used to reorganize the Buried Flower Sect, Huo Ji didn't care about it, and now he doesn't want to care about those believers who don't have it.

The burial of flowers and the suppression of wars in the Three Realms will always be the common people who will suffer.Flower burial believers are just like ordinary people. They are weak scholars, weak girls, old men who are half buried in the earth, and children with yellow hair and drooping hair.The only difference is that they, or their ancestors, believed in the Flower Burial Sect, leaving an eternal mark on their foreheads.

Over the years, Yuan Sanqi naturally possessed his own power, and he also formed an alliance with Zhao Linwei, the lord of Dongming, but he was still too weak.Now that Zhao Linwei is dead, they lost a strong financial support force, so Yuan Sanqi had no choice but to come over and make friends with Huo Jiyan this time.However, this leader seems to be different from before. He has no ambition to revive the Buried Flower Sect, and he doesn't care about the believers. He looks aloof and indifferent, making him elusive.

Huo Ji snorted and laughed: "What do I need those useless people for? My burial drum can control people's hearts. I can have as many people as I want. All of Dongming's troops belong to me."

Yuan Sanqi naturally knew about this burial drum, after all, he was by his side when it was made, and he also knew the fatal flaw of this burial drum: "The burial drum is made of the purest girl's human skin, and the range of control is also limited. There are only the weakest and most stupid human beings in the Three Realms. The controlled humans do not really believe in the Blossom Sect, and all they can do is help you kill people aimlessly, but they cannot restore the prestige of the Blossom Sect.”

This is the first time that Huo Jiyan has heard people talk about this anecdote: "According to your opinion, only those with three-petaled red lotuses on their foreheads can really help me?"

Yuan Sanqi possessed himself, expressing his willingness to surrender. On his forehead was a three-petal red lotus that symbolized the Buried Flower Sect: "Exactly. But... Although this Buried Flower Drum can only control people's hearts, it's not absolute. Two things, it can exert the power to confuse people, ghosts and demons of the three realms."

Huo Ji hated to think that it really has great power. Although he knew in his heart that he didn't need such power, but with such a temptation, he would inevitably be moved: "Which two things?"

Yuan Sanqi pretended to be mysterious: "Well...it's not that I don't want to tell the leader, it's just that these two things are very exhausting. Before that, I want the leader to come with me."

"Where are you going?"

"Dayun Mountain."

Dayun Mountain is a mountain range on the border of Dongming. There were monsters in the early years, and most people dare not come in. Even if some good-for-nothings come in, they will be caught by the flower funeral cultists hidden inside.

Huo Jiyan followed Yuan Sanqi to Dayun Mountain.It is wet here, and there is a smell of tropical rainforest, which makes people feel like returning to the original, but it is also a kind of enjoyment.

Walking in, I gradually saw a row of houses. The humidity here is heavy, and the houses are not dared to use grass. They are all built with bricks and tiles, which look very hard.It was noon, and there was almost no light in Dayun Mountain, and the occasional spot of light that leaked in became the children's plaything.

The two children guessed at the light spot, like two teasing kittens. The two children, a boy and a girl, had a three-petaled red lotus on their foreheads. They were very immature, just like themselves. Same.

Not far from the two children, a little girl was squatting on a rock, holding a doll in her hands, watching the two children playing on the opposite side, as if she wanted to blend in, but she didn't dare.

Huo Jiyan walked towards the little girl, knelt down and patted her head: "little sister, why don't you play with them?"

The little girl looked into Huo Jiyan's eyes, then looked up at the wild red lotus on Huo Jiyan's forehead, but said nothing.

Those eyes were black and bright, looking extremely clear and pure, Huo Jiyan felt as if he had seen this girl somewhere before, but he couldn't remember.He looked at the little doll in the little girl's arms.

The doll was actually made of real human skin, and the drawing on the human skin was also exquisite, the doll made out was lifelike, but just looking at it was scary.

The little girl realized that the man was looking at the doll in her hand, so she stood up and ran away quickly.

Huo Jiyan walked forward again, passing by a house, the family was cooking lunch, the house was damp, and the fire couldn't be made, so the big guy moved the stove out, and started a fire to cook in the little sunlight.Huo Jiyan walked over to inspect it, and what he was cooking was the routine of ordinary people.

The hostess saw Yuan Sanqi first, and gave him a flower burial ceremony, and Yuan Sanqi nodded in response.Seeing Huo Jiyan again, the hostess may think that Huo Jiyan is good-looking, and a good-looking person seems harmless, so she warmly smiled and said: "My daughter is passing the time today, and she wants to eat salted pork rice." .Many people from the village were invited to come and have fun, if brothers don’t mind, come and taste my craft?”

Huo Jiyan turned around and looked behind him, there were indeed many dining tables made of stone tables, everyone was smiling and chatting, waiting for the big sister's bacon rice.

Huo Jiyan noticed that the elder sister did not have a red lotus on her forehead, so he couldn't help being a little curious, so he asked, "Why doesn't elder sister have a three-petaled red lotus?"

The eldest sister rubbed her forehead before she realized it, she smiled and said to Huo Jiyan: "This brother is new, he must have suffered a lot outside, so he must stay for dinner today, being able to come here is a reward for all hardships." gone."

She didn't directly explain why she didn't have the three-petaled red lotus, but after a while, her husband came out of the house, he was a standard flower burial cultist.

Huo Ji got tired of understanding, there should be some love that is shamed by the world but willing, and here, it can be regarded as a love that comes after suffering.

He immediately understood what kind of fate these people would be if they were placed in this world.After the burial of flowers, those victorious non-believers naturally excluded those with red lotus foreheads. These believers had no choice but to open up a paradise in this wet Dayun Mountain, and they could be happy here. Lived carefree.

Huo Jiyan turned around and looked at Yuan Sanqi. This time he didn't think Yuan Sanqi was so hateful. This person saved so many believers and gave them a stable home. It must not be bad, but he still can't understand this person. idea.

Huo Jiyan asked: "You brought me here just to let me see these?"

Yuan Sanqi said: "Don't these things give you the heart to revive the Flower Burial Sect? Don't you just have the heart to let these people be crushed by outsiders for a lifetime, and they can only hide in this shady place for generations? ?”

He added: "Don't forget, these people are all because of you who have this imprint that can never be erased."

Huo Jiyan is no longer the leader of the Buried Flower Sect, he does not have the strong desire to revitalize the Buried Flower Sect.

Suddenly, a little girl hugged Huo Jihan's thigh, and said with a smile: "Big Brother, they all come to eat my wedding wine, why don't you come too, Big Brother looks really good-looking."

She pulled Huo Jiyan, and Huo Jiyan had to squat down on the same level as her. The little girl touched the three-petaled red lotus on Huo Jiyan's forehead, and said innocently: "Big brother's little flower is different from mine, yours is fine." look."

Huo Ji hated letting this little girl touch his forehead, as if he was enjoying the enthusiasm of an ordinary family of three, he didn't dare to think about the rest.

This girl is five years old and has been living in Dayun Mountain since she was born, so she doesn't understand the bad words people say to them, so she smiles innocently.Dayun Mountain has seen no light all year round. The child has lived for a long time, and his hair is no longer black and bright, but slightly yellow and white. In addition to the humid weather, it hangs down on his head, looking very pitiful.The red lotus on her forehead was passed down to her by her father, because her mother was a pagan, so this flower is not so coquettish, but a little more simple and innocent, like the flower tin of a woman in the palace.

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