Ancient Sword II: The Tracking of the Fierce Mountain

Chapter 130 Seven: The Entrusted Matter

The monk spoke earnestly, even though he was skinny and had an ugly face, there was still a sense of solemnity and treasure in his words.Just like the Zen master in a small temple in the mountains, he is as stable as a mountain without wind and rain, with its own majesty and persistence.

For some reason, Xie Yi thought of the murals he saw in the temple earlier—that group of monks sacrificed living people, and after the sacrifice, a bright light covered everything.

Will the monk in front of him be in contact with him?

Seeing the hesitation in Xie Yi's eyes - this hesitation is not about things, but about people - the monk said indifferently: "The benefactor can't trust the poor monk?"

Before Xie Yi could answer, the monk continued: "It's natural. The poor monk has committed a lot of crimes, and what he asks is nothing more than a helping hand from the benefactor."

Xie Yi understood, it really had something to do with it.

The monk told the past one by one, but Xie Yi was surprised to find that the person in front of him was very similar to himself, living underground for more than 2000 years.

As we all know, the ancient Turks used wolves as totems, and the religion they worshiped was Zoroastrianism at first, and then turned to Buddhism.Just the transfer of religious worship is not something that can be done easily.Western Catholics and Protestants will still fight to the death for religious worship, not to mention the Turks who respect force.

Fighting is inevitable, and it is also difficult to stop blood flowing into rivers.At the beginning, a tribe of the Turks turned to Buddhism, so they were naturally hunted down by the rest of the tribes.

And the monk in front of him had no choice but to flee to the east with the tribe Yu Gu, and finally came to this unnamed small town by the sea.

Thousands of rivers and mountains came here, far away from their homeland, even if the tribe can recuperate, but as long as they still have the power to fight, they will not be willing to live like this.

So the new head of the tribe wanted something stronger—strong enough to return home and wipe out all enemies.

"The poor monk was young and energetic. Although he accepted my teachings, he was full of blood after all. He disregarded Master's obstruction and looked for ways to improve." The monk's face was indifferent. I regret and suffer for thousands of years.

"There are so many wonders in the world. Now that the poor monk thinks about it, it would be great if he didn't meet those people..."

The unknown race brought their omnipotent goddess of life, goddess of war, and - goddess of death.

The ancient Turks worshiped martial arts. This worship not only brought them the joy of rebirth, but also absolute force. How could they not like it?

At that time, the belief in Buddhism was crumbling, and new beliefs flourished. Soon, the priest of the other party gave the patriarch a proposal that made the patriarch's heart beat—to summon the goddess of death and grant the clansman the power to destroy heaven and earth.

The holy water of the goddess of life can indeed cure all stubborn diseases, so the divine power of the goddess of death must also be infinite.

When the mind regains its composure, all this is so naive and ridiculous when I think about it now.

Xie Yi sighed: "I see."

The monks also looked sad.

Such a crazy move burned everyone's sanity, and pushed the tribe into the abyss recklessly.

The monk couldn't help sighing: "When the sacrifice began, we realized that this inexplicable frenzy was too sudden. Unfortunately, it was too late."

After Guang Guang's victory, they didn't feel the strength of their limbs. Instead, their arms ached, as if they were being bitten by insects, which was unbearable.

At that time, a group of people came walking on the wind, but they were attracted by the formation - what they thought was the formation of summoning gods was actually summoning demons.

Elimination of demons is the way of heaven, not to mention the priests who came later are also to blame.

Why do you say that?

But it turns out that the goddess of life is closely related to these priests—the holy water is not owned by the demons, but it was given to the plague land by one of the priests to save the common people.Unexpectedly, after going through twists and turns, it finally fell into the hands of the devil.

"Those priests forced back the monsters that came out of the formation and sealed them. But facing us who made a big mistake, they were helpless."

The entire tribe at that time, except for a few people who believed in Buddhism, would participate in the sacrifice in the future, and everyone else turned into half-human, half-demon monsters.

"Could it be?" Xie Yi pointed upwards, both surprised and understandable: "They are just..."

But it is reasonable to think about it carefully. The reason why this tomb does not have a crown mound from the inside to the outside is just because the owner of the tomb is still alive.

Xie Yi frowned just thinking about the appearance of those "human beings" before. Instead of lingering in the dark underground and completely obliterating their humanity, perhaps, relief is what they need most.

The monk naturally thought the same way. He was the one who introduced that clan, and he was the first to stand up against it in the end. Unfortunately, the clan at that time was no longer willing to listen.

It's too late to make up for it, so what can I do?

The monster has been sealed, but the body has changed. What the priests worried about finally happened—a mutated person woke up one day and found that he had devoured his wife and children.

How cruel.

When the sun shone brightly and the earth first woke up, and only his wife and children had died tragically in the cozy courtyard, the clansman committed suicide.

But what is even more surprising is that he was resurrected the next day, dripping with blood, his arms became short but powerful.

Immortal and immortal, feeding on human flesh, they really became monsters.

The clansmen didn't want to kill each other, and they didn't want to watch their clansmen live in such pain. Those foreign priests had no choice but to give their advice:

Create a closed place to trap the mutated clansmen, and liberate them after they find a way to rescue them.

It's a pity that those priests left and never returned.

Day after day, year after year, the sealed door never opened again.On the contrary, there are some young people who come in through the side door from time to time, but they only eat the lunch of the clansmen.

His people, stuck underground, were finally controlled by demonic nature. Since then, they have lived inhumanely, without any dignity.

Xie Yi sighed: "My condolences, Master."

The monk clasped his hands together, as if he wanted to cry, but there were no tears in his eyes: "This is the crime of the poor monk, but the people of the family have suffered for it. For thousands of years, the only thing the poor monk has thought about is to save the people of the poor monk." .”

"The poor monk has long been a demon, but he is willing to suffer from this obsession. Now, the poor monk has finally waited for you." The monk finally smiled, and he was much gentler than before. It's been so many years, I dare not forget a moment."

Until now, Xie Yi couldn't guess that the priest who had left must be the priest of Liuyue City.

It's just that why they left and never returned has long been a mystery, which they don't know.

Xie Yi clasped his hands together: "This has a deep connection with my Lieshan tribe, so I will do my best."

"Thank you." The monk said, "When our people reincarnate, the poor monk will give the things left by the priest to the benefactor."

Xie Yi was taken aback for a moment, but looked helpless at the monk's smiling face: "Master, there is no need to be like this."

At first glance, the monk's words didn't sound like a plea, but more like a threat.

Is it still necessary to guess what was left by the priest at the beginning?

"I hope the benefactor will forgive me," the monk closed his eyes, "this action is very inappropriate, but the poor monk is no different from a demon now, and I have to treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. It is really helpless."

Now his words and deeds are indeed not like a monk.

Really... Obsession becomes a demon.

But Xie Yi could understand the sadness.

Back then, the Lieshan tribe was stranded on the northern border, wasn't it the same?

Xie Yi sighed, cheered up and said, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

Everything is not easy to say, and it is not difficult to say difficult.

What Xie Yi and the others need to do is to lure those monsters down and put them into the void of the original form.

Where this leads below, the monk will not say; why he moves with the candlelight, nor will he say.When Xie Yi asked what the monster that crawled out of the altar was, the monk just bent down very slowly and with great difficulty: "Please forgive me, the benefactor."

This move made Xie Yi extremely helpless and heartbroken.

But this sincere intention is not fake after all.

"I will do my best." He finally promised.

The tribe that can be so determined to let go of its own arm is admirable even if it was really digging its own grave at the beginning.What's more, do those clay pots by the sea mean that in the eyes of these people, they should have died long ago as human beings?

"How are you going, master?" Xie Yi and the others moved freely, but he could tell that the monk in front of him might not even be able to stand up.

The monk said calmly: "The poor monk has what the poor monk should do." He looked at the trembling candles in the room, "I only hope that the benefactor can give the poor monk enough incense candles."

Xie Yi sighed: "Then please take care, Master."

Just some candles, he still prepared a lot.

The monk folded his palms together: "Thank you, benefactor."

During the conversation, there seemed to be indifference after the dust had settled.

After Xie Yi left enough candles, he ran back to the room where Shen Ye and the others were staying.When he told all this, if he didn't mention Xia Yi, it would be the same as Le, even Shen Ye was surprised.

The person in that room is actually a monk?

That spring water is the antidote?

If facing Le Wuyi, Shen Ye would definitely say that it was "a blind cat meeting a dead mouse", but if it was Xie Yi, Shen Ye could only feel that his lover was really extraordinary, as careful as dust.

Xia Yi is also unstoppably joyful, the antidote is close at hand, how can he not be happy?

A bottle of spring water is not much, but it is enough to share Shen Ye and Le Wu equally.Watching the two drink the antidote, Xie Yi and Xia Yi said in unison: "How is it?"

Le Wuyi pressed his throat: "It seems to be good." Seeing Xia Yi's expectant face, he added, "The throat doesn't hurt anymore."

Shen Ye also nodded, and said to Xie Yi, "It is indeed much more comfortable."

Xie Yi was both helpless and delighted, happy that the spring water was really useful, but helpless because A Ye really concealed his physical condition earlier.

Fortunately, it should be fine now.

And once the body recovered, the problems everyone had to face also came.

One is how to lure those monsters down.

The second is to discuss specific countermeasures with the monk.

The third is to see the "Le Wuyi" and "Xia Yi Ze".

After all, there will inevitably be big moves in the future. If they are really innocent, accidents will inevitably happen if they are left behind.

But when the four of them walked out of the room, the candlelight in the room where the monk was originally was extinguished again.And in the far distance below, they saw a little bit of dim light, like a road sign, trembling but not extinguished for a long time.

"Meow meow, that master has already gone down to prepare, right?" Le Wuyi scratched his head, "The speed is really fast enough."

Xie Yi couldn't help but glanced at Shen Ye, and then heard the other party say: "It's okay, we can do as we think then."

It seemed that the monk believed in their abilities very much.

Xie Yi could only nod.

Now that the monk had already left, everyone was not in a hurry to meet him below.

But when they came to the room that Xie Yi had agreed to on the seventh floor, they found that "Le Wuyi" and "Xia Yi Ze" were also gone.

At this moment, the dark room was extremely cold, the door was closed tightly, and there was no trace of anyone coming.

The author has something to say: Regarding the issue of the ancient Turkic Zoroastrianism and the inheritance of Buddhism in this chapter, I am talking nonsense in a certain field.

PS: This volume is almost finished... finally... almost finished... oh...

PPS: The last two volumes are going to be written together, so the next volume should be the last volume... right?Maybe it's maybe not, the most important supporting role shouldn't appear in the last volume, this is really a tangled thing_(:з」∠)_