Knife splashing

Chapter 472 The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind
Midnight, convoy, sarcophagus...

No matter how you look at it, there's something weird about it.

Li Yan seemed to be thinking about something, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, getting a little closer, pinching the Yang Jue with his hands, and using his magical powers to investigate.

I thought it was an internal fight among fellow disciples, with murder and robbery.

Now it seems that there is another hidden story.

More importantly,
That sarcophagus looks very familiar...

With his current level of skill, the scope of his investigation has expanded a lot. As the convoy slowly approached, Li Yan's expression became solemn.

Sure enough, he had seen something similar.

When they first entered the Wushan area, they found the stone coffin of the ancient Salt Water Tribe in the mountains. Because of their resentment towards the State of Ba, they performed curses and witchcraft, creating a monster called "The Guest in the Mist".

They wiped it out and rescued Chao Yun and Xing Yu.

Could it be that the Huangling School has found something similar again?
The convoy was getting closer and closer. The huge wooden wheels were rolling, making a squeaking sound that was extremely obvious in the silent night.

There were two carriages in this team.

There were two horses in front, pulling the sarcophagus, and there were two horses running side by side behind, pulling several large boxes, which were tied together with thick hemp ropes and looked equally heavy.

Most of the men in the team were dressed in black military robes, holding lanterns, holding sharp blades, and looking around with vigilance.

On the carriage in front, there was an old Taoist sitting horizontally on the shaft, holding a soul-calming bell in his hand, staring at the sarcophagus behind him with vigilant eyes.

From time to time, he would pinch the magic formula and ring the bell.

Ring ring ring!
The clear ringing of bells echoed in the dark night.

There's something in the coffin...

Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and became alert.

The one from the Salt Water Tribe, has a corpse hidden inside, which is the real body of the "Guest in the Mist", and it also gathers evil spirits.

This one has a different vibe.

But it is also a coffin from that ancient era, and only the wizard who is the tribal leader is qualified to use it.

Who knows what's hiding there...

Suddenly, the Taoist stiffened, turned around, drew his sword, jumped off the carriage, and stood in front of the sarcophagus, saying, "There's an ambush, be careful!"

After his reminder, the team stopped immediately.

Clang Clang!
The sound of swords being unsheathed continued.

Although the other men in black were not sorcerers, they were all well-trained and skilled, and they formed a sword formation around the carriage in an instant.

Not only that, several people in the team pulled out firearms.

Rustle...the sound of grass.

Two monks walked out of the darkness with guns.

"Dhamma emptiness, dhamma color?"

When the Taoist saw this, his brows knitted together, "I heard that you broke the precepts and were kicked out of the Shijing Temple. How come you are doing a business with no capital?"

"I've met Senior Brother Wu."

The two monks bowed respectfully at the same time.

Although there are differences between Buddhism and Taoism, the two are from the same Emei lineage. Moreover, they have already returned to secular life, so it is reasonable for them to call each other senior brothers.

The monk was called Fakong, and his face was full of helplessness. He said, "I didn't want to embarrass you, brother, but I have to go because of someone's request."

"Brother, leave your things behind and go. I really don't want to fight with you. If you want revenge, we brothers will accept it."

"joke!"

Taoist Wu snorted coldly, "You two brothers have some reputation, but you are just abandoned disciples. How dare you say this to me?"

Another monk named Fase's face darkened when he heard this, "What do you think of a sorcerer? You are so shameless!"

After saying that, he rushed out with a gun.

Fakong sighed and followed closely.

Bang!
A disciple of the Huangling School immediately pulled the trigger.

There was fire and smoke everywhere, but it was just an ordinary firearm.

The two monks, Fakong and Fase, simply dodged the moment he fired the gun, without slowing down at all.

This is also one of the disadvantages of muskets.

All the masters in the martial arts world have practiced dodging hidden weapons. The same goes for muskets, as long as you avoid the muzzle in advance.

Ordinary people naturally don't have this kind of reaction ability.

But the two monks were both masters of dark energy, and their skills far exceeded those of the Huangling sect disciple who fired the gun.

As soon as I raised my hand, I saw its movements.

Bang bang bang!
The remaining few people opened fire one after another.

However, the two monks waded through the mud, their bodies moving left and right, at no slowdown at all, and they were close in a blink of an eye.

What they used were two-handed pistols.

Not many people use this kind of weapon in the martial arts world.
After all, the spear is mainly a big spear, which is exactly the so-called "seven-foot flower spear, eight-foot stick, and big spear is ten feet and eight inches."

However, the spear as a weapon requires "long weapon with short use", because a long spear is easy to get old when held in the hand, and if you don't know how to use it with short weapons, you will be at a disadvantage if someone attacks you with a short weapon and you miss the target.

The short spear gives up the advantages of the long spear, which means that "long weapons are used in short forms" is used to the extreme, which is equivalent to an extension of boxing.

Two monks, exactly.

The sound of their feet were ding-ding and dong-ba, which was exactly the characteristic of Sengmen Fist. Their double guns moved in and out like snakes, blocking, covering, picking and damming as easily as using their arms and fingers.

Those Huangling Sect disciples swung their swords and stabbed at them, but they were all knocked away with a clang, making it seem extremely easy.

The difference in skill was clearly revealed at this moment.

Most of these Huangling Sect disciples are only at the Ming Jin level, with only one having entered the An Jin level. Most of them are disciples accepted by martial arts schools.

Not only the skills, but also the moves are too different.

After seeing this, Li Yan also began to feel doubtful.

Escorting this sarcophagus is obviously a dangerous task, so why did they only send out this group of ordinary disciples?
The two big monks were as ferocious as wolves and tigers. They could easily knock down the people around them with just a wave of their hands and a move.

But they had obviously held back. These disciples were knocked to the ground, and although they were wailing, they did not have any fatal injuries.

"stop!"

The Taoist priest who was guarding the sarcophagus finally couldn't help it.

His face was filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "There is no wealth in here, but evil things that are causing trouble. We need to take them back and suppress them. If you mess around, and the things inside cause trouble, we will all die!"

This Taoist was also very angry.

He was not afraid of the two brothers at all, but the things in the sarcophagus were always stirring, so he didn't dare to take any action.

"Senior Brother Wu."

Monk Fakong sighed, "We must have come here for a reason. The things inside are of great importance. You Huangling Sect cannot protect them at all. Even if you take them back, you will only bring disaster upon yourselves."

"Oh?"

Taoist Wu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Tell me, what is inside?"

The Huangling Faction controls the Chengdu City God Temple and is also the main force of the Law Enforcement Hall. He clearly went to investigate a village massacre and inadvertently discovered that it was related to this item.

Because of the struggle between good and evil going on in Dujiangyan, the sect had no time to take care of him, so he had to call some disciples from the martial arts school to rest during the day and travel late at night, preparing to pull this thing back to the City God Temple.

As for what's inside, it's really unclear.

"The contents inside..."

Fakong hesitated for a moment and prepared to speak.

But Fase, who was standing next to him, suddenly swung his hand, and the pistol flew out, heading straight for Taoist Wu's chest.

This was beyond everyone's expectations.

He had shown mercy to those disciples just now, but he directly launched a sneak attack on this Taoist and intended to kill him.

"Dog thief!"

The Taoist roared and dodged quickly.

Although the distance was very close, his skills were quite good. He turned sideways, and his wide sleeves of Taoist robe fluttered, and he actually entangled the cold gun that was shot at him, then turned around and threw it out.

At the same time, he exerted force with his feet, and a cold light whizzed out.

Huangling Kung Fu, with the Fire Dragon Rolling Fist as its core, emphasizes "feet moving like snakes, waist turning flexibly, and quick and flexible step changes as the priority."

Especially this Taoist also knows martial arts.

He thrust the sword with his right hand and made hand gestures with his left hand, and the strong energy rose up, creating a force that seemed to set the whole prairie on fire.

Even Li Yan, who was far away, smelled a burning aura. "Brother, we have no way to retreat!"

Monk Fase roared, dodged the pistol shot, and rushed forward with the gun in one hand.

Monk Fakong sighed, swung his guns, and cooperated with his brothers to block several swords with clang clang clang.

It can be seen that in terms of martial arts alone, Taoist Wu is slightly inferior to the two monks, but with the coordination of martial arts, he can suppress the two.

The Huangling Sect disciples who had fallen to the ground nearby also began to struggle to get up and tried to surround them again.

Boom!
At this moment, there was a muffled sound from the sarcophagus behind him.

Suddenly, cold wind blew all around.

The cinnabar red ropes tied to the sarcophagus broke one after another, and the yellow talismans pasted on it quickly caught fire.

"not good!"

The Taoist thought something was wrong and quickly stepped back.

However, it was already too late.

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He set up a talisman formation to suppress it, and the stone coffin began to move, with a sinister aura rushing towards it.

"what-!"

The Taoist was hit in the face by the evil energy. He screamed, vomited blood, and fell straight to the ground and fainted.

The Huangling Sect disciples nearby also began to become confused, then crazy, and began to attack each other.

However, the two monks, Fakong and Fase, seemed to have expected this. They simultaneously took out a demon-subduing pestle from their arms, burst out with hidden strength, and swung it out with their hands.

Boom!

There were two crisp sounds, and gravel flew everywhere.

Two demon-subduing pestles were nailed to the sarcophagus, one in front and one behind. They vibrated and the iron rings on top made rings when they were shaken.

The sarcophagus also became quiet.

"Come on!"

Fase let out a low shout, jumped onto the carriage, and stabbed the horse's butt with his pistol. The horse felt the pain and immediately ran away.

Fakong, who was standing behind, looked at the dead and wounded Huangling Sect disciples and the unconscious Taoist Wu, sighed to the sky, and jumped onto the carriage.

The sound of horse hooves and the rolling of wheels soon disappeared into the night.

Li Yan seemed to be thinking about something, and then he exerted force to follow.

These two monks were only skilled in martial arts but not sorcerers. They relied entirely on the two demon-subduing pestles to suppress the sarcophagus.

I'm afraid it won't be easy to transport this thing away...

Sure enough, not long after following, Li Yan felt a chill in his heart and stopped, while grasping the hilt of the Duanchen Sword.

He felt that there was a murderous intent in the darkness.

The two monks obviously didn't have this kind of insight and continued to gallop on their horses.

Dang~
Suddenly, in the darkness, the sound of a piano was heard.

It is clear, melodious and captivating.

"Xu~"

The two monks' faces changed and they quickly grabbed the reins.

Fakong looked around, gritted his teeth and said, "But Senior Pei Yufang, we got the stuff!"

But out of the darkness, an old woman slowly walked out. She was wearing a green robe, had a thin face, white hair, and had her hair tied into a bun at the back of her head with a dead branch.

She paced back and forth, holding the guqin in her arms, with a cold look in her eyes.

The two monks immediately realized that something was wrong.

Fasè's face was grim, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do? Are you not afraid of the prince's blame?"

The old woman holding the guqin glanced at him calmly, "Two traitors who don't follow the rules, do you really think the prince will accept anyone?"

The older Fakong suddenly realized and sighed, "Brother, don't say anything. They just want to frame us. They never wanted to let us live from the beginning."

Fasè's eyes were filled with regret, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, this is all my fault. I'll hold him back, and you go!"

After saying that, he jumped up, stepped on the horse's head, swung the spear with his right arm, and like an arrow shot from a bow, pierced the old woman holding the zither.

How could Fakong leave his brother to die?

But an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he did not rush to act. Instead, he swung his gun and prepared to kill the two horses first.

The reason why they were asked to rob things was to pin the blame on the Buddhist sect and cover up the real murderer.

They are afraid that they will not be able to escape death today.

The sarcophagus behind her was heavy, and without a horse, it would be difficult for the old woman to carry it alone, and the people from the Huangling faction were not killed either.

Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

Being expelled from the mountain gate does not mean that you have no feelings for the sect.

Swish!
He raised both guns and was about to pierce the horse's head.

However, a lazy voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, aren't monks supposed to be compassionate..."

Fakong's scalp suddenly felt cold.

However, on the stone coffin behind him, a man had been standing there at some point. He was wearing a black robe, with a Sichuan opera mask painted on his face, and the word "evil" was written on his forehead.

Fakong suddenly turned around and stabbed with his spear.

However, that strange facial mask came into view, and then his whole body stiffened, his arms trembled, and he couldn't stab with his two guns.

Nightmare magic!

Although Fakong is not a sorcerer, he has heard of this magic.

The old woman in front is a famous master of the Chengdu Xuanmen Dao. She is also his brother's superior and he knows how powerful she is.

But this strange man in front of me has never been seen before.

Before he could think more, the strange man with the painted face suddenly made a gesture and stretched out his finger.

puff~
Flames ignited at his fingertips, and the weirdo puffed up his cheeks and blew on them.

Fakong was directly turned into a fire man, and was kicked away. He fell to the ground and burned into charcoal in the raging flames.

"Big brother!"

Fasese, who was in mid-air, let out a sharp roar, his eyes bloodshot, and was about to turn around and rush towards the carriage.

"You are indeed an idiot..."

The old woman holding the zither had a cold look in her eyes. She plucked the strings and waved her hands and snapped her fingers.

hum!
The seven strings of the zither whistled out, like flying snakes in the air, and directly entangled the body, limbs and neck of the monk Fāshī.

"elder brother…"

Fase was unable to move, looking at the fire in the distance, tears in his eyes.

The old woman behind him plucked the strings of the zither with her fingers.

The Dharma color was instantly shattered into pieces.

"Tsk, tsk, what a hassle..."

The strange man with a painted face jumped down and burned Fashe's body to ashes. Then he said dissatisfiedly: "It's just to deal with these two little guys, why do you want me to take action?"

The old woman holding the zither put away the strings and said calmly, "This is the ancient coffin of Wuxiang Country. Fang Xiandao found it back then and left clues to the Dragon Palace and Water Palace. The elixir of immortality is probably inside it. Your Majesty attaches great importance to it."

The masked man said speechlessly: "Just send it over, why are you looking for me?"

The old woman holding the zither said calmly, "I have something else to do. At the Wuhou Temple, people have been missing one after another, and only their skins have been eaten."

"According to those who survived, they all heard the enchanting sound of the piano."

"A piano bug?"

"possible."

The masked man was full of envy, "Well, you are so lucky. If you catch this, you can go further. Idiot, why don't I have this luck?"

"How could this thing appear in Wuhou Temple?"

"I'm not sure, but the news has been spread, and I must get it!"

After the old woman holding the zither said this, she turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

The man with the weird face mask cursed, "Why are you all standing there like idiots? Come to work."

At the command, dozens of people walked out of the darkness, all wearing armor and carrying Vulcan spears...

(End of this chapter)