Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 25
There are frequent figures on the winding mountain road, and the Tiandihui party is slowly retreating along the mountain road, testing the opponent's intention to feint.

But casualties inevitably occurred. Since the temporary retreat of Sanliting, Tiandihui has been fleeing again and again. Even if the hatred of the martial arts people is overwhelming, they only feel that a pot of cold water has been poured, and their faces are sinking like water. with.

The young Hong Lixiang, as the medical officer of the team, dutifully treated the martial arts fighters who had been injured by arrows, contusions, and even bitten by snakes and insects, and inevitably heard their complaints.

He really wanted to talk back, but in the end he silently applied the medicine, bandaged her, ordered the follow-up, and then left silently.

He knew that there were 1 reasons to excuse Mr. Chen, but they couldn't change the fact that he couldn't bring victory.This team of bitter hatred cannot be satisfied without a hearty revenge.

What's even more frightening is that many strange things happened on this road, which are becoming more and more difficult to cover up...

But there are still some people who are more forbearing. They don't speak, cherish their words like gold, they are neither active in combat, retreat nor complain. The meaning of following the team for them is to find the legendary treasure of Fujian and Yue.

"Chief helmsman, the tartars are catching up again!"

Hong Lixiang finally found Chen Jinnan and silently reported the incident.

Chen Jinnan wrapped the Juque sword tightly with cloth strips, held it tightly in his hand, sighed slightly, and said to the wife and brother: "Li Xiang, you have worked hard on this journey."

"The responsibility lies."

Hong Lixiang bowed his hands and saluted, "Chief lord, someone outside is already talking about..."

"Are you saying that I am harming the public and benefiting my own interests, and disregarding the overall situation?"

Chen Jinnan smiled faintly, "When I let the Jagged Boys open the way, I expected that someone would say that, it's okay."

But Hong Lixiang still persisted and said: "Chief Chief, I know that you are open and honest, but your words are formidable. If this continues, your reputation in the world will probably plummet."

Chen Jinnan didn't answer, but just looked at the road ahead.

Hong Dou was supporting Hong Xiguan to walk on the mountain road, and both of them were staggering.The lingering poison of Hong Xiguan has not yet been cleared, so he followed Chen Jinnan in repeated battles. After repeated breaks, the damage to his body was great.

Wanting to fight the Qing army is a consensus shared by everyone. Even the people in the rivers and lakes who are lucky enough to snatch the treasure know that as long as the Qing army is by their side, they will not have a single bit of the legendary treasure.

But how to face off, so that this exhausted team can gain the upper hand, this is a huge problem.Everything can be sacrificed for victory, including his reputation as Chen Jinnan.

The Tartars have gathered more and more teams along the way, obviously

They have left the Qing army behind for a long way, and only a few scouts are left occasionally. As long as they reach the destination smoothly, someone will know his painstaking efforts to protect the Iron-Blooded Youth League...

"Li Xiang, where is the front?"

Chen Jinnan asked suddenly.

Hong Lixiang took out the mountain travel map, searched the mountain and slowly determined the position, and finally determined the approximate location.

"There should be Iron Mountain in front of it. It was said earlier that there is an iron mine in the mountain, and there will be a deserted village in front of it. We can go there to repair for a while."

"village……"

Chen Jinnan narrowed his eyes slightly, unconsciously touched the hilt of the sword with one hand, and muttered to himself.

As the sun shone through the forest, Chen Jinnan's aura seemed to merge with the sky and the earth, Hong Xiguan also slowly stopped, and looked at him.

Hong Lixiang's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't figure out why these two people had such weird expressions, neither relaxed nor nervous, until he thought of the most accurate description.

That is the unparalleled concentration of a swordsman when he is about to draw his sword.

...tight...seal...line...outside...no...accurate...answer...question...

The ranks of the Qing army were also advancing, and now they no longer had the early morning panic.With the follow-up reinforcements rushing in, their number has grown to 600, and they have already crushed the rebels by far. This makes their morale stable and their fighting spirit particularly high.

The scouts who disappeared frequently in front of them were a little strange. Although they could always be found in the nearby caves, they were in a trance and couldn't answer any questions they asked.

The monk drove the Lama Keba who had taken the lead in the first place, but he disappeared.

"There really is a mystery behind the boat coffin in the ravine!"

The demon monk with heavy make-up stood in front of a cave, with a rocky cliff behind him, but his attention was only on the wooden coffins in front of him.

This largest nanmu coffin is covered with dust, shaped like a ship's boat, and the coffin is full of traces of moth-eaten and rain-eroded. Through the damage, it can be seen that there is a mummy lying quietly in it. The disjointed bones that have been melted into the earth are inlaid together like pearls, forming a human-shaped skeleton.

Ma Ning'er climbed up the rock and smashed the door panel, opened the coffin lid, and took out a bamboo and wooden utensil buried with him, with vague and sharp graphics drawn on it, like a fish bone with clean shaved flesh, ferocious and weird. The luster on one bone vessel has lost all luster and is full of dry cracks, but Lama Keba is playing with it fondly.

"Master, is there a problem here?"

Ma Ning'er said with a sullen expression, completely ignoring the gloom surrounded by seven or eight boat coffins in the cliff cave.

The demon monk said in a low voice: "It's just ivory. Since ancient times, the highest master of Esoteric Buddhism can transform the rainbow. You can see here that the immortals frame ravines and the rainbow bridge spans the sky. It is said that these people from the pre-Qin period were all earth immortals. Meet the Holy Spirit, do you believe it?"

Ma Ning'er swept a glance: "It's nonsense, I just want to chop off the heads of Hong Xiguan and Chen Jinnan!"

"But the emperor believes that, after all, his time is running out... This volume of the Boren Heavenly Book also contains the evidence of the scriptures..."

Lama Keba said slowly: "The murderous intent is too strong. I like this about you the most, and I hate this about you the most. Because I like it, I not only revived you, but also gave you the opportunity to be an arhat in the flesh; But you only think that I have other plans, you must know that in the border of Tibet, such a Buddha's fate can't be found..."

Ma Ning'er snorted coldly, with an uncertain expression.

Lama Keba recited sutras with his legs crossed, surrounded by piercing voices, but he confessed without regret, as if it was his natural task to destroy all norms and taboos in the world.

But Keba's demeanor is so sacred, as if he is going to meet the Buddha on this trip!

The coffin and corpse in front of him did not frighten Ma Ning'er, because he passed through something more terrifying than these exposed bones and spider silk and dust webs.

He might have died back then.

His last memory as a human being was that he had his heart vein cut off and stuffed into a rotten camel. The stench and stickiness instantly covered the whole world, and there was no sound.

I don't know how long it took, it might be the movement of the water, or it might be the wandering of the soul. When he regained consciousness, he was lying in a huge stone-walled coffin that was sealed off on all sides, and a weak phosphor green human candle was burning slowly.

Mandala pictures are drawn on the four sides of the coffin-like wall, facing the center of his head, there is a dancing deity sitting with bones, holding his intestines in one hand and brain in the other, staring at him with cold eyes.

There is a circle of blood flow traces around the wall, dotted with countless horrific incarnations, as if condensing all the uncleanness and evil spirits in the world. The bewitching voices of chanting sutras from the heavenly demons outside the territory rang out day and night.

Great terror welled up in his heart, and Ma Ning'er even began to miss the peace of death, but he had no chance to turn back.

Because from the moment he was soaked in the poisonous juice and sealed in the mandala, Ma Ning'er was dead, and the only thing alive was that he was neither born nor dead, nor empty, nor clean, and had been ruled out of all possibility of reincarnation, beheaded of all afflictions, Living in the world only kills both the enemy and ourselves, Beitian said that there are no sects, those who sacrificed their lives in the corpse Tuo Lin, poisoned themselves as arhats!
Accompanied by his heart-wrenching transformation, the scriptures rang day and night, and had been engraved into his mind, whispering in his ears every moment. Only when the vengeance was raging, could he have a moment of peace.

The mantra was too bizarre, completely different from the compassionate and magnificent Buddhist voices that Ma Ning'er had seen in Shaolin Temple lessons.This sutra is intermittent, as if someone fell into hell with great compassion, weeping and howling in the boundless sea of ​​blood, using the body of the Buddha to recite heresies and fallacies that no classics dare to record.

"As long as the true Dharma does not appear in the world, the similar Dharma will not disappear..."

"But, Kasyapa! When the true Dharma appears in the world, then all similar Dharma will disappear!"

"Sit on the invincible precious elephant, Wu Bu Sha him! Only those six teeth and seven branches! Can take you to the real Buddha land!"

(End of this chapter)