Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 59 Fight, enter the war

This place in Nanyang, because of the climate, plants, animals, all kinds of snakes and insects, the variety is prosperous, and the growth is savage.

But everything has advantages and disadvantages. It is precisely because the types of resources are too rich that there is no need to consider too many meticulous and standardized utilizations. Therefore, the spells developed in this place are also very complicated, and many of them have primitive, barbaric, and bloody meanings.

They are not like Taoism and Buddhism, who first go through ten or eight years of hard study, study and understand the truth, and then practice mana.Instead, grab some special herbs and poisonous insects directly from nature as an introduction to spells.

In this way, six out of ten will kill themselves, and even if the rest successfully step into this threshold, they will encounter many disadvantages and fall into pain because of their own ignorance.

People who have endured pain and torture all year round will inevitably have extreme temperaments, have higher desires for foreign things, and will easily embark on the path of harming others.

If there are foreigners who come to Nanyang to inquire about some stories about magic, the stories they hear most often are the stories of such people.For example, in some deserted villages, there are sick or disabled people with withdrawn personalities. As long as they collect money or female sex, they will help raise ghosts, cast curses, tie dolls, worship straw people, and harm their bodies and lives.

These warlocks who only know a little bit of magic, although their skills are low, and some of them are even ineffective at times, but their number is almost dozens of times that of righteous mages, and their influence among the common people has never been incomparable. underestimate.

Nalanda Temple, adhering to the compassionate meaning of Buddhism, wants to reverse this custom, restore these misguided magicians, reduce their suffering, and guide them into a good and right path.

So from three generations ago, these monks have collected scattered folk methods and studied them painstakingly. They have a certain understanding of the context of any local magic in Nanyang, and even have a restrained way of thinking.

However, because there are too many studies on evil mantras, which conflict with their own Buddhist practice, if these 48 monks often live in Nalanda Temple and take advantage of the Buddha's light and incense, it will be fine. Once they travel far away from the temple, they will easily suffer backlash. If it is mild, the disease will be born secretly, and if it is serious, it will be aging on the spot.

Those warlocks who have gone astray, and those suffering from poisonous curses, can only take the initiative to visit Nalanda Temple to ask for help. This has been the rule for generations.

This is probably the first time that the eminent monks from the temple came out in full force.

Naturally, Hanami couldn't understand that some people vaguely guessed the origins of those nine-foot giants just by meeting them when they were being besieged.

She even couldn't understand that these monks who were afraid of death and would not go out in the face of water robbery, would take risks for a so-called kindness without any actual evidence.

Therefore, the situation took a turn that was completely unexpected to her.

"Namo Heluotana Duolaye, Namo Alaye, Polukadi Shuobalaye..."

Forty-eight people sang the spell sickly, and wherever the song went, all the nine-foot giants were affected.

As the monks observed and changed the incantations, the nine-foot giant's movements became more and more sluggish, and some people even experienced convulsions.

The remaining Ming soldiers have already started to take advantage of this opportunity to launch a counterattack.

"Kill those monks."

At Hanami's order, those sorcerers and martial artists under him went straight to the eminent monks!

Daoist Zhiyuan and Mrs. Aze wanted to intercept this group of people, but repeatedly gave warning signs, dodged in a panic, and hastily resisted the poisonous head-dropping gu that came silently from the air.

Hanami chanted a mantra on the roof and pointed her fingers. Every time the hand formula changes, there are gu insects floating in the air, grass leaves, and soil. Dao Chang and others launched an offensive.

All the disciples of Zhenwu Temple, General Yu and others were busy resisting Huangtou Taigong and others, and for a while, no one was able to withdraw to help those eminent monks.

Among the group of people rushing past, the one who walked in the front was Ma Qiang's confidant, a middle-aged man with a short beard like a needle, and the beard stretched from his chin to his ears. He was carrying a three-meter-long pole in his hand. Many red-tasseled guns.

When he started to run, he was like a wolf and a tiger, and the gun was always in his hand. When he was more than [-] meters away from the group of monks, the tip of the gun flicked and passed.

When the red gun tassels rolled up and down, the few monks standing in the front felt their eyelids tremble faintly.

It was clear that there was still such a long distance, but the tip of the gun seemed to be about to reach their eyes, and the voice of the mantra suddenly fell.

"Namo Yasha King protects the Dharma and protects the realm of all living beings!"

The two monks standing beside Abbot Mujia were startled by the swaying red-tasseled spear, and couldn't bear it any longer.

With the magic power of this group of monks, if they use the protection spells and attack spells, they may not be able to resist the charge of these people in front of them, but once they are distracted, the nine-foot giant over there will resume its activities, and the situation will fall to the bottom again. In a bad state, there is no way to recover.

At this moment, there was an explosion sound next to the ancestral hall.

boom! ! ! !

The decayed wooden door, door frame, and even the surrounding earthen walls were smashed to pieces by a hurricane-like figure.

The damaged walls on both sides of the main entrance were also pulled by the force of the impact, shaking violently, and the roof was crumbling.

On the floor of the house, there was a depression with a diameter of more than one foot. Jiuying stood beside this hole, her clothes and hair were blown wildly by the air current, and her eyes were chasing the figure that suddenly went away.

After Guan Luoyang took one step inside the room, his body was like a falcon passing by at low altitude. It was not until 50 meters away that he stepped on the second step, and shot out again with a bang.

Among the group of people who went to attack and kill the monk, someone heard the voice and looked back. Before the broken and flying wooden door landed in the distance, the swift shadow had already arrived in front of him.

bang bang bang bang bang bang bang...

The bodies of seven or eight people scattered in all directions, screaming in horror, and fell down with dancing hands and feet.

With the buffer of these unlucky ghosts, the two men who wielded the rattan waist knives were relieved. They held the rattan shields and bumped forward, pressed their knees, pushed their waists and hips, and stabbed forward with the waist knives from the right.

The two stood on the left and the right, one holding a knife in the left and the other holding a knife in the right. When standing side by side, the two shields were just placed in the middle, and the outer blades stabbed at the same time, and the coordination was seamless.

But Guan Luoyang only pushed his hands out, and the rattan plate hit the two of them backwards. Amid the sound of broken bones and tendons, both of their knives missed their aim, and flew out to both sides along with their bodies.

As soon as the two were blown away, Guan Luoyang's eyes suddenly showed a sharp point.

At the same time, there was a strange noise in the air as if it had been pierced by a sharp cone.

It turned out to be the middle-aged man with a short beard who rushed to the front, and when he sensed the movement behind him, he swung his carbine back with a stance.

Before the person turned his head, the gun had already pierced his back. This was the real return of the carbine.

Guan Luoyang's entire face was forced by the shot, and he turned sideways, dodging sideways.

The short-bearded man turned around, his spear head was like shaking flowers and waves, chasing Guan Luoyang's figure, and stabbing out again and again.

In "Arm Records", when it comes to the method of choosing a gun and practicing it, it is said: "The gun shaft is as strong as iron, and the root is bigger than the grip. When it is cut, it will fit into the hand, and it will gradually become thinner. Hold it three feet in front of the root, and weigh it Its uprightness is more important than defense, and it can be used to achieve spiritual transformation."

The short-bearded man's marksmanship is very impressive, he only grasps the end of the gun for a few feet with both hands, leaving a large part of the front of the gun empty, and he shoots with the tip of the gun, like a flying poisonous python with spikes on the top of its head.

Shaking the gun head, clicking it, and sweeping it are all ways to kill people.

But after Guan Luoyang took seven steps to the side to dodge, he could see the length of the gun clearly, and estimated the horsepower of the waist and the speed of shaking the gun of the short-bearded man.

When the spear was chasing after him again, Guan Luoyang snatched it with his backhand, and the afterimage of his palm collided with the afterimage of the spear head, stopping abruptly.

The knife does not hurt, but the ax chops the vibrating hardwood gun shaft, making a short and harsh sound, as if it is overwhelmed.

The short-bearded man felt pain in his wrist. Looking at the bend of the gun barrel, he couldn't believe it. He just felt that the tip of his gun seemed to be cast into a large iron block of several thousand kilograms, and he couldn't move a single centimeter.

Guan Luoyang's fingers twisted into Hongying, and his palm grabbed the neck of the gun.

Weapons like spears rely on distance to deceive people.

Guan Luoyang's method was purely to deceive people with his foundation.

Grabbing the gun head with his bare hands, his eyesight and speed are at least four times faster than those of the opponent, his hand locks the gun head without slipping, and his strength is more than twice that of the opponent.

The skin and flesh of his palm and the metacarpal and phalanx must be able to withstand such a violent force exerted on it.

This is the realm of skin, qi, and bone, the three practiced to achieve great success.

Guan Luoyang turned his head to look at the man with the short beard. The long black hair that had just grown out swept across his shoulders, and with a twist of his palm, the middle of the gun barrel was broken and broken by the force from both sides.

In the blink of an eye, the half-cut gun with the tip was thrown forward and nailed to the forehead of the short-bearded man, causing him to fall down with a bang and land on the back of his head.

Among the 48 monks in front of them, they could see the short-term fight clearly, their eyelids twitched, and they couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Even if the young benefactor in black was here to help them, the killing would have been too efficient.

So many lively men turned into corpses all over the place in just two or three breaths.

Some monks had a keen sense of smell, and even vaguely noticed that Guan Luoyang's clothes were not black, but were stained with blood, which made him look like this.

"Amitabha..." How much blood is this?
"Great monk, you all sing well, don't be afraid."

Guan Luoyang thought he comforted them kindly, turned around, and faced the battlefield in front of the ancestral hall.

Every time he took a step, it was a distance of more than ten meters and disappeared under his feet.

The voice of chanting was loud again, in unison.

Guan Luoyang's hair was almost straightened in the wind, and he was walking faster and faster. His bright eyes were open, and he did not evade the oncoming wind at all.

In a trance, there seemed to be a domineering fierceness coming against the wind and descending on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)