Chunyang First Headmaster

Chapter 677 Are You... Ready?
Wujun Songjiang Mansion governs the three counties of Huating, Kunshan, and Haimen. From the map, it corresponds to the Shanghai area in the world that Xiao Qianli is familiar with.

At this moment, blood was flowing like rivers on the beach, and there were hundreds of people fighting on both sides. One side was wearing a yellow crown and green shirt, while the other was wearing a monk's robe. It was obvious that both Buddhism and Taoism were fighting.

At this time, the two sides had already fought a real battle, the waves roared, the clouds hung low, the beach was full of blood, and the ominous aura permeated everywhere. How could those ordinary people dare to take half a step closer?Even the fishermen who lived at sea all year round sailed away from the shore early, knowing that the wind and waves were rough at this time, they took the risk of sailing far away and did not dare to get too close.

Both parties in this battle are well-known in the local area - the Taoist side is the Dongyue Sword Sect not far from Songjiang, and the Buddhist side is the long-renowned Longhua Temple, the first temple in Songjiang.

One thousand and seven hundred years ago, Zen Master Baoshu, a descendant of Maitreya, came here. Seeing the prosperity and outstanding people, he took the allusion that Maitreya Bodhisattva became a Buddha under the Longhua tree, built Longhua Temple, and developed incense for several generations, gradually becoming the leading temple in the local area. Famous temples and big temples.

This move annoyed the Dongyue Sword Sect, the original Taoist sect. The two sides fought for hundreds of years, and finally lost. .

After several generations of cultivation, the Dongyue faction reemerged by taking advantage of the overall revival of the Taoist sect, and finally launched the battle to regain their ancestral property.

The leader of the Dongyue Sword Sect is tall, with a black face and black beard, and holds a long green steel sword.At this time, he launched with all his strength, borrowing the power of heaven and earth, stirring up wind and clouds on the beach, and the two old monks on the opposite side backed back again and again, fearing that they would be caught by his sharp sword.

Having been expelled from his Taoist foundation and having been silent for more than [-] years, the Dongyue Sword Sect's hatred is as high as the sky.

Seeing that the Taoist side has gradually gained the upper hand, the monks of Longhua Temple gradually couldn't resist, and suddenly there was a loud sound of heaven and earth cracking in the distance, and a burst of fireworks shot straight into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red like blood.

"What's going on? Whose reinforcements are there?"

The two parties fighting on the beach turned their heads involuntarily, and saw a huge fleet appearing on the sea level. The first three huge ships were extremely majestic, like three hills suddenly appeared on the sea, with thick masts standing in the clouds , is daunting.

The battle had already stopped before they knew it, both monks and Taoists were stunned at the huge fleet, Dayan was not good at water warfare, when did such a huge force appear on the sea?
As the boats approached, they could be clearly seen. On the prows of the three leading ships, there were marks in the shape of white clouds painted on each.Seeing this logo clearly, people of insight on both sides are secretly guessing: "Among the forces in Jianghu, who uses clouds as a symbol? Could it be some force from overseas?"

At this time, the fleet of more than 40 large ships stopped slowly in the deep sea, and golden-winged and feathered eagles flew out of the ship. Hundreds of people rode the eagles and slowly approached the beach, like a group of heavenly soldiers. Will.

Three giant eagles of astonishing size flew up from the bow of the ship. The leader was a man with a white beard and eyebrows, white clothes like snow, and a long sword on his back, flying out of the dust.The two people next to them were both covered with white cloth, only showing a pair of cold eyes. Although they had not landed yet, they were full of terrifying aura. Both Buddhists and Taoists on the beach felt a strong coercion descending from the sky, and the depths of their souls trembled involuntarily. Those with weaker minds were already trembling all over.

The old man at the head had already seen the killing field on the beach, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, he laughed and said: "A group of bald donkeys are playing tricks here for no reason. Ha, has the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism not subsided for thousands of years?" ?”

The tall black-faced Taoist holding a long sword forced himself to suppress the panic and anxiety in his heart, and said loudly: "Poverty Dongyue Sword School Bichen, may I ask which road is the friend here?"

The old man glanced at Bichen Jianjun, and didn't answer, but stepped out of the carved back one step at a time, as if an invisible wall of air fell on the soles of his feet, supporting him to walk slowly in the air.

Bichen Jianjun wanted to speak, but the expression on his face suddenly froze, his throat rattled, and suddenly a bloody arrow shot out from his chest, and his tall body fell down!
"Dongyue faction? I haven't heard of it—" The old man walked straight past his corpse with his hands behind his back, and said with a light smile, "You are the only fish on the beach worthy of the old man personally sending you on the road!"

The two white-clothed men who had been guarding the old man shouted: "Kill!" Immediately, hundreds of eagle-riding men jumped down the beach one after another, without any explanation, drew their weapons and killed them.

Dongyue Sword Sect and Longhua Temple had been fighting for a long time, and they were already exhausted, but this time the faction came to recharge their batteries, and their martial arts were far superior to the monks and Taoists. As soon as they resisted, more than ten people attacked dead body on the spot.

Within half an hour, apart from the man in white with the pattern of white clouds embroidered on his chest, there was no Buddhist or Taoist on the beach, and all of them were slaughtered.

Not long ago, there was a fierce battle on the beach, but now it suddenly calmed down, the bloody smell had been blown away by the sea wind, only the sound of howling wind could be heard.

The two sides of Buddhism and Taoism who were fighting non-stop a moment ago, now all corpses are scattered all over the ground. On the ground, the whole body has been frozen into ice.

These white-clothed men were obviously well-trained. They patrolled the pile of corpses with knives. If anyone suspected of being alive, they would immediately make up for it. Some people even used too much force to cut off the head of the corpse at the neck.

After inspecting the battlefield, these men in white immediately divided into several teams, threw the corpses into the sea, and put the weapons back together.As for the gold and silver belongings on the corpse, they dismissed it and threw the corpse into the water.

The big ship has already got off the rocks, and countless small boats are densely packed with supplies and equipment, like locusts, struggling to get closer to the beach.As soon as a batch was shipped, they immediately returned to the deep sea and set off again with supplies.

One of the two guards strode up, bowed and said, "To the island master, the enemy has been eliminated!"

"Hmm!" The old man just stood there quietly without doing anything. He didn't deliberately show his strength, but he didn't deliberately hide it either.But like the center of the whole world, standing there, there is a kind of arrogance over the world.

Almost at the same moment, Xiao Qianli suddenly stood up, with extremely deep eyes, looking towards the extreme east.

Guo Tianci, an old alcoholic lying snoring in a bamboo grove, was so drunk that he suddenly opened his eyes, but his thick eyebrows were tightly frowned.

Lazily leaning on the show couch, Gongsun Yao, who was stroking Yaoqin lightly, tightened her fingertips, and a string of the piano "collapsed" suddenly broke.

In the Zhizang Hall of Shaolin Temple, an old monk who was so old that his age could not be seen, leaning on a broom, let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice: "The calamity... the calamity..."

In the martial arts of the Central Plains, there are several characters, all of whom are earth-shattering bosses. They seem to have a feeling in their hearts, and they all looked towards the direction of the East China Sea.

But the old man in white smiled meaningfully, looked inland, and whispered softly, "Central Plains, the old man is back!"

"Are you... are you ready?"

(End of this chapter)