Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 120 Ambush from all sides
Over there, Yuan Zhen was fighting fiercely with Bao Ren, when out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed that the center of the yard was empty.

"Where is the Three Lives Stone? Where is such a big Three Lives Stone?!" He was stunned for a moment, and was hit by Bao Ren's whisk. His body flew backwards and collapsed the San Sheng Hall.

Just as Bao Ren was about to go forward to give chase, he suddenly saw a golden light coming from the sky. Knowing that the monk's reinforcements had arrived, he immediately stopped fighting and turned around to roll up the Youxian Pillow on the ground.

The golden light fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, and Yuanjue arrived. Seeing that the Three-Life Stone had indeed disappeared, he was immediately furious and slapped Bao Ren with his palm.

"Demon, where are you going!"

"Hahaha, I'll keep my word and retrieve our sect's treasure, the Three Lives Stone, on time. Sorry to excuse me for not keeping you company!" Bao Ren dodged the large, golden handprint and turned into a gust of wind to escape.

"They actually have the magic weapon!" At this time, Yuan Zhen also flew out from the rubble in a panic.
"Chase, the treasure should belong to those with virtue!" Yuanjue shouted with a dark face, and turned into golden light again, chasing in the direction of Bao Ren's escape.

"Kill him!" Yuan Zhen also roared and followed his senior brother.

The two monks were furious. What happened yesterday and tonight was definitely the biggest provocation to them!

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Fortunately, the magical powers of Taoism are not inferior to those of Buddhism, and Bao Ren escaped to the broken bridge in the Qiantang River.

Then I saw smoke all over the bridge and I could no longer see where the bridge was.

Bao Ren did not hesitate and dodged into the diffuse smoke...

Soon after entering, the fog dissipated to a height of ten feet above the head, and all around, there were strange rocks standing in a forest, overlapping like mountains. Various kinds of stone piles and stone hills formed a huge maze where it was difficult to tell east from west and to recognize the way back.

This is exactly the Eight-Gate Maze that was set up in front of the tomb of Donghunhou in the past, and the flags used are the broken ones that Hua Limao picked up from the battlefield.

Taoist Master Bao is a disciple of the Tianshi Dao, a master who has opened the six orifices, and is very familiar with the Eight Gates Formation. He repaired the formation flags and set up the formation in advance.

After entering the formation, he easily found A Yao and Su Xiaoxiao who were hiding there.

"Did you succeed?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"Friend Ren has already boarded the ship with the Three-Life Stone." Taoist Master Bao nodded and asked, "Have they attracted the people?"

"It has been attracted." Su Xiaoxiao also nodded and said, "We were wandering around the Qiantang Lake, and the little yellow dragon came here after smelling the scent. Now it is trapped in the formation, running around like a headless fly."

"Okay, the bald donkeys will be here soon." Bao Ren nodded and said in a deep voice: "Fang Qing, let's play together."

"Okay." Su Xiaoxiao flipped her hand and produced a pipa and held it in her arms.

Bao Renze sat cross-legged with a guqin across his knees, and played "Ten Sides of Ambush" with Su Xiaoxiao.

The sound of music resounded throughout the magic circle...

The little yellow dragon, wearing a golden helmet and golden armor and holding a double-pronged dragon-scale sword, heard the sound of the piano and cursed: "You bitch are provoking me!"

"Catch her for me!" He waved the sword in his hand and led his elite soldiers to follow the sound.

At the same time, two senior monks and their elite disciples also chased to the cloud. Yuanjue saw it and sneered, "You dare to show off your empty Eight Gates Formation? Watch me enter the formation and break it."

After saying this, he confidently led Yuan Zhen and his disciples into the formation.

Don't mention it, Yuanjue really wasn't bragging, he knew this formation very well, and led the crowd to enter from the southeast corner Shangsheng Gate, and headed towards the west Jing Gate. He walked leisurely through the courtyard, explaining:

"The eight gates are: Xiu, Sheng, Shang, Du, Jing, Si, Jing, and Kai. If you enter from the Sheng, Jing, and Kai gates, it will be auspicious; if you enter from the Shang, Jing, and Xiu gates, you will be injured; if you enter from the Du and Si gates, you will die. But if you really want to bring out the power of this formation, each of the eight gates should have a commander. Now that demon is only one person, this formation can only delay us for a while, it can't trap us."

"..." However, Yuan Zhen and his disciples were so impatient that they could not hear a word.

"Brother, please stop talking. I feel so annoyed for some reason!" Yuan Zhen said irritably.

"Oh?" Yuanjue stopped talking and then heard faint music echoing in the formation.

He listened attentively to the music, which included the sounds of gold, drums, swords and crossbows, and the roars of horses and soldiers. It made him feel as if he was on a battlefield where thousands of troops were fighting. He could not help but be infected by the bloodthirsty, brutal, and crazy atmosphere.

"This is the devil's sound filling your brain!" Yuanjue said in a low voice, "Quickly recite the Heart Sutra, don't be affected."

The monks hurriedly chanted the Heart Sutra, but the effect was not ideal. It was obvious that the song was played by Bao Ren and was amplified by the formation. Even a monk like Yuan Zhen who had attained the first fruit could not avoid being affected because of his insufficient cultivation of mind and character.

Although Yuanjue could resist the attack of the devil's sound, he couldn't help but feel impatient and mad when he saw his fellow apprentice and other disciples in such a state. Now he just wanted to find the damned Bao Ren and smash his damned zither to pieces.

The great monk unconsciously quickened his pace and led his disciples to follow the sound of music.

As the distance got closer, the silver bottle exploded and the sound of the piano music, like thousands of horses galloping, became louder and louder, having a greater and greater impact on the monks. Their eyes became bloodshot, their breathing became heavy, and their hearts were filled with resentment and murderous intent!
At this moment, at an unexpected corner, they ran into another group of people head-on, and the two sides immediately became hostile!
"That's him!" The monks pointed at the little yellow dragon in the lead and said, "It was this guy who sneaked into the Sutra Translation Institute yesterday!"

"It's him tonight too!" Yuan Zhen's eyes were blazing with fire, and he raised his crescent shovel and rushed towards the little yellow dragon. "Come and die!"

The monks also raised their weapons and rushed forward following Uncle Yuanzhen.

Little Yellow Dragon had already entered a red-eyed state under the influence of the piano music. Seeing the other party attacking him without any explanation, he immediately raised his weapon and shouted: "Thief Baldy, you want to be a flower protector again? Boys, come on!"

The two sides started fighting frantically in the battle formation. The noisy sounds of the pipa and the exploding piano fueled their murderous intent. They would not stop until all the enemies were killed!

The only thing that still maintained a bit of clarity was Yuan Jue. How could he stop it? He could only sigh and join the battle, helping his family win this battle first.

The little yellow dragon was only at the level of having more than four orifices, but less than five orifices. None of his so-called elite soldiers and generals had reached the level of five orifices. How could he possibly be a match for the two six-orifice monks? Moreover, the monks had a group of fierce monks under their command.

Soon, the monks gained the upper hand, and Yuan Zhen's crescent shovel flew wildly, splitting the four sword-wielding maids into eight pieces.

Yuan Zhen roared again and caught up with the little yellow dragon who was trying to escape. He knocked the dragon scale sword out of his hand with one shovel and chopped off his head with another shovel. Yuan Jue couldn't stop him!

At this time, the monks had also dealt with all the small soldiers and crab generals, and the killing intent gradually subsided. The music of "Ten Sides of Ambush" had stopped at some point...

(End of this chapter)