Chang'an India

Although Tan Shan said that there was a ray of death hidden in the villagers of this town, Bian Yonglan couldn't see any difference between them and ordinary people after questioning all the way:

Passing by people in the alley, the children squatted at the door of the house, pissed and played with mud, and were beaten by the mother when they came home and cried. I don’t know which one is more lively with the couple next door who got up early and quarreled.

Passing by the knife sharpening stall again, the stall owner was young, but he set up a knife sharpening stall in this small town with a total of only about a hundred households. He didn't think there was much business, so he was lazy, a little slippery, and stalked Bian Yonglan asked Bian Yonglan to open it for him, but Wan Jianghou pulled out his knife and threatened him: "If I dare to sharpen this knife for you, do you dare to touch it?"

"Why don't you dare?" The stall owner with a hippie smile stretched out his hand to receive the knife, but when the questioner gave him a glare, he dragged the monk beside him and strode away, and there was a faint joke between the two of them. : "Look at him even daring to touch my knife, you still don't admit that you are suspicious?"

It is precisely because these people are so human-like that Bian Yonglan hesitates under guard: Is it because the news spread slowly five years ago, and the villagers didn't know that they had to observe the national mourning?Or are you so bold that you are not afraid of being punished?But Xuantu is a big county, not too far from the capital, so it shouldn't be so...

He was still thinking about it, but he saw that the lady holding the shoes stopped her work, lowered her eyes, and didn't look at him, but her tone was no longer kind, and she asked slowly, "what year, what month, what month is today?" when?"

"Yongyan five years, the eighth day of March."

Before Bian Yonglan could speak, the monk had already given him the answer in a low voice.

As soon as the words fell, even Wan Jianghou, a person who did not practice Buddhism or Taoism, felt that the sky suddenly dimmed, and in Tan Shan's eyes, it was the death aura rising into the sky - not just one or two dead people Exuding such a boiling dead air, the whole town probably had no living things except the two of them and two horses.

"--hiss!"

The alley is narrow, they didn't lead the horses in just now, they just tied the two mounts at the entrance of the alley, and they don't know what's going on outside the alley, Bian Chonglan could only hear the miserable neighing of his beloved horse before it died, but nothing It's time to take care of it—he raised the knife to block the hands that suddenly stretched out to his chest. For the first time, he felt that he should not underestimate the strength of the aunt. The aunt pushed away.

"Back to the outside of the town first!" Bian Yonglan could draw a knife to kill someone, but the sight of the aunt retreating a few steps and then pounced back was enough for him to kill her ten times, but the aunt who was talking and laughing with him just now was still alone It's just that there is a hooting sound in his throat, and his eyes are distracted. After all, he is a little bit hesitant to do it.

"Go to the top." Tan Shan said that he was not good at martial arts, so he went to the room quickly, lightly tapped the bamboo stick in his hand, and he rose from the ground, and he also carried Marquis Wanjiang up.

Bian Yonglan glanced back and saw the dead body of his beloved horse at the entrance of the alley from a height. It was as if someone had pulled the horse's head off, and the other horse had been cut in half from head to tail. The owner of Nao's knife-sharpening stall no longer had a smile on his face, and with a stiff face, he walked into the alley with a butcher's knife that he didn't know where he came from, covered in horse blood.

Behind him were a few villagers who were as dumb as him, and more people rushed towards them from various alleys. It can be seen that the people in the whole village are exactly like this old lady, and they only want the two of them to work together. human life.

"Are these people alive or dead?"

"I'm afraid it's a walking corpse with a desire to live."

In the time of two sentences, the two of them had stepped on the roof and rushed out of the town, and then... they saw the dismounting stone at the entrance of the town.

They left the town from the end of the town on Mianshan, but inexplicably returned to the town where they came from.

Not only did they come back, but the whole town came back—Bian Chonglan looked up into the town, seeing a busy and prosperous scene in the morning, but there were no horses behind them, only two people standing side by side, telling The scene they just had was not a dream.

"Since it's a corpse, it's still dead after all." Marquis Wan Jiang withdrew his gaze and continued the previous words.

"Ordinary walking corpses don't have such a strong vitality." Tan Shan didn't show any surprise, anyway, Wan Jianghou had never seen any expression on his face other than "expressionless", "If you didn't tell me that they have already Even if they die for a long time, they don't seem to be violent enough to hurt people."

"When did they die? It must have been more than five years."

"I don't know, I just know that this corpse barrier is not easy to break," Tan Shan tapped the ground with his bamboo stick persistently, "I have never seen a corpse barrier built by hundreds of walking corpses working together in my life."

"...Anyway, it's good to know that it's not a living person." Wan Jianghou didn't care about the strange use of the word "work together" in the monk's population, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief—it's not a living commoner, the worst thing is to kill one way out.

Marquis Wanjiang hadn't brought back his pine breath when he saw the monk walked into the town with a few steps without hesitation.

"Wow."—even the pot of face water that was dangerously splashed on people is exactly the same, but this time it is not him who is almost splashed, but the monk who entered the town first.

"Oh, I didn't see anyone, but..."

The little daughter-in-law is still the same little daughter-in-law, but before she could finish her sentence of apology, Tan Shan simply interrupted: "Yongyan five years, the eighth day of March."

"..." Marquis Wan Jiang watched this monk and a young daughter-in-law holding a pot cut each other, and he laughed untimely, thinking that this monk is acting like the Romans, which is quite ridiculous.

However, this eminent monk who dared to fight hard did have the means to fight hard, and before the words came out, the bamboo stick in Tan Shan's hand had already plunged heavily into the bluestone ground, making the crisp sound of gold and stone colliding.

The bamboo staff used to remove the blindness is a Buddhist pestle, which is three inches deep into the ground. The nine gold rings on the top of the pestle do not need to be fiddled with by Tan Shan, they already tremble in a low voice. Combining strikes, there was a pleasant golden sound.

This golden sound may not be very loud, but it goes straight to the soul, Bian Yonglan only felt that the Lingtai was clear, and knew that it was the voiceless sound of Buddhism's soul-suppressing.

The little lady holding the washbasin stood there in a daze amidst the sound of the Buddha's voice, her eyes were distracted, but her fingers were tightly clutching the edge of the basin, her white knuckles showing unwillingness.

The monk stood still in the shape of corpses walking all over the street, and slapped the Buddhist pestle with one palm, and the pestle did not fall down. He only heard the golden rings strike, but it was no longer a pleasant voiceless sound, but a surging roar, as if a sound came from nine days away. Shouting angrily—the Buddha said: Duh!

"Woo..." Li Nu whimpered, jumped off Bian Yonglan's shoulders, and instantly turned back to its original size. It was obviously a giant beast, but it knelt down in front of the monk obediently, bowing its head, as if begging the Buddha for mercy. .

Tan Shan caressed the beast's head with one hand, and patted the pestle again with the other, causing the monk's robe to flutter violently without any wind.

A louder Buddha's shout came from outside the sky, angrily scolding this evil obstacle that cannot be tolerated by the world.

When the Buddha was angry, all demons were punished, but mortals were not reconciled——with a click, the little lady holding the basin broke her five knuckles, and the wooden basin shattered.

She tied her hands with white bones, her eyes turned to the sky, two streams of brown dirty blood flowed out, and she raised her head and howled!

Not only her, the walking corpses all over the streets and towns showed their real shapes in the sound of the Buddha's shouts, some with bloody head, some with severed arms and legs, some with green face and tongue sticking out, all of them stood up together Head to the sky, screaming loudly.

These beings who were human in life, but turned into flesh after death, seemed to have all kinds of unwillingness and hatred, so hated that they dared to fight against the sky and the Buddha!

Tan Shan's expression was solemn, and he was about to make another magic seal, but suddenly he paused, and wrapped his arms around the crumbling person beside him.

"Surge?"

A trace of surprise finally surfaced on the monk's face. The melody of subduing demons does not hinder the life of the soul. He didn't notice that Bian Yonglan seemed to be uncomfortable and a little unstable.

"...Nothing." Marquis Wan Jiang pushed the monk's hand away and replied in a hoarse voice.

He also didn't understand why he felt dull pain in his head, as if he was locked in a bell, or he was that bell, and the sound of Buddha's chirping hit the altar, as if something was about to be knocked out of his soul... With magic means, the bell didn't strike a reason.

"Don't force it." The monk persuaded mediocrely, but his strikes were as powerful as a thousand pounds - as soon as the melody of subduing demons was gone, the corpses all over the street screamed and rushed forward. Tan Shan pulled out his pestle and swept across. The Buddhist pestle seemed to hit a mountain, the seven orifices were filthy and blood flowed, and the muscles and bones were broken when it fell to the ground, but it still howled and wanted to climb forward.

Bian Yonglan concentrated his mind and guarded his heart, and felt clear in his mind for a moment, and then took a closer look, there were not many standing corpses, but quite a few lying on their stomachs, their hands and feet were twisted, and they wriggled towards them with difficulty.

"I don't think you can make things difficult for yourself." Marquis Wan Jiang drew his knife and chopped off a head, with a streak of thick blood sticking to the blade. "It's better for this Marquis to give them a good time."

"Beaver slave, come behind me." The Marquis of Wanjiang called the giant beast that was eager to try, and raised his knife to meet the living corpses pouring in from the other side of the long street—hundreds of murderous creatures in this dead town have been aroused by the sound of falling demons It's completely murderous, making them walking corpses humiliates this scene of galloping horses.

Since you have died once, why not die again!

The Marquis of Wan Jiang did not retreat or evade, he focused his eyes on the saber, raised his hand again, and slashed down with the saber. This is the backhand saber he became famous in the first battle among the chaotic army, and was later widely praised by the world: cutting the cause.

A knife has length, but its meaning cannot be measured.

Where the blade passed, the head of a row of living corpses was cut off first; however, the second wave of the knife still cut off the throat; and the third wave was about to meet the most terrifying and decisive sword intent in this style—— The broken head soars to the sky, and then it is left in the dust.

For half a lifetime, the knife is folded three times arbitrarily, and the eternal love and hatred are like a hill.

Don't ask cause and effect in this life, is it the loess behind you.He never regretted it, and moved forward.Hence the name "cutting the cause and fate".

The author has something to say: Lan Lan's finale poem (not) was adapted from Xu Yueqing's "Leaving Li Zuo Zang".