The scorching sun still failed to break through the layers of clouds to bring a touch of warmth to Putian County below.
Looking up, it seems that there are countless gray-blue rags covering the dome in disorder.
When the wind blows, it is a cold breeze, slightly cool and biting to the bones.
Looking at it, it feels small, heavy and depressing.
Especially when you happen to be at the foot of a mountain or on the top of a mountain without any vegetation or houses to block it.
At this time, there was scorched earth at the foot of Jiulian Mountain, and there was also scorched earth at the top of the mountain.
The top of Jiulian Mountain is located between the Southern Shaolin Yangxin Yuan and the Houshan Zen Monastery.
There is an open area about fifty feet in diameter, with a sudden hill rising more than ten feet high to the west, which is the highest peak of Jiulian Mountain.
The highest peak of Jiulian Mountain is not only a mountain peak, but also a stone carving of a seated Buddha.
The right hand of the Buddha statue is raised to the chest, with the palm facing outward and the five fingers stretched upward, performing the fearless seal.
Stretch your left hand down naturally, with the tips of your fingers hanging down, and your palm facing outward, giving the wish seal.
The Buddha statue is compassionate and solemn, and the Buddha wishes good things.
It's a pity that the surface of this quiet and peaceful open space in front of the Buddha statue is darker than the skin of a burnt sweet potato, and it is more bumpy. There are raised bumps of different sizes everywhere, or extremely...
Deep and long cracks in the ground.
On this piece of ground that was so ruined that it was difficult to set foot on it normally, there were either streaks or puddles of solidified blood stained with their original color, or there were complete or incomplete, cold and stiff military structures and corpses.
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Nothing can be associated with beauty.
The stone Buddha also seems to be covered with a layer of ink gauze. From a distance, it is difficult to even see the traces of the stone carvings, let alone any signs of compassion and solemnity.
Two people, completely covered in black robes, appeared here like ghosts.
There are thousands of ways to go up Jiulian Mountain, but no one knows where these two black robes came from.
In other words, no one who knows the whereabouts of these two people is alive.
Two eyes peeking out of black robes looked around carefully as they walked forward, trying to trace back everything that happened by analyzing various traces here.
The soaring flames that shot up from the stone steps at the foot of the mountain were as dazzling as the only torch in the dark night, but the two people wrapped in black robes were indifferent to it.
Not long after, two men in black robes stopped ten feet in front of the stone carving of the seated Buddha.
He did not salute the majestic stone statue of Buddha, which seemed to be covered in black robes.
Instead, he made a Namaste salute to an old monk who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in front of the Buddha statue, doing the meditation seal.
The old monk was born with kind eyebrows, kind eyes, wide ears and white beard. Anyone who saw him would regard him as a compassionate and enlightened monk.
At present, only the pair of wide ears remain original.
The eyebrows on the left side were shaved off with their roots and flesh, as if they were painted with thick eyebrows soaked in too much ink.
The thick black bags under my eyes could each hold an egg.
The white beard was stained with various colors, some were twisted into balls, or cut into pieces, leaving fine blood spots on his face.
In addition, the right side of the old monk's face was swollen and raised, the right arm wing was torn, his lips were black, and the monk's robes and cassocks were stained with filth and in tatters.
There is no doubt that the old monk has passed away long ago, and his death was miserable.
The old monk is none other than Master Qingming.
The most important talker in the two Shaolin Temples in the north and south of Zhongzhou is Abbot Qingming.
"The old monk did not deserve to die."
After more than ten breaths of silence, a sighing voice came from one of the black robes.
"The Red-coated Cult moved too fast. This is the best result he can achieve in the worst possible situation."
Another man in black robe slowly shook his head and gave a more appropriate explanation. He seemed to be aware of it as he spoke. He turned his head slightly and discovered that there was a long gap as wide as a thumb on the left neck of Abbot Qingming, which was also exposed. The smiling mask under the black robe was incompatible with the current scene.
The two men in black robes who came and went freely in the place strictly guarded by the Red Sect were the Smiling Maitreya, the leader of the Tusita Gang, and the mysterious Shadow Buddha.
Shadow Buddha scanned the whole place again and said: "Abbot Qingyuan of Southern Shaolin is not here."
There were no fewer than fifty corpses on this pitted land, and about twenty of them belonged to Shaolin monks.
After all, no matter how mangled the corpse of a Shaolin monk is, it can be identified by the distinctive features of his clothing and appearance.
Except for Abbot Qingming, the other two monks who were sitting cross-legged had their heads drooped and their bodies leaning forward after their death.
The smiling Maitreya said: "The Eighteen Bronze Man is not here either."
Shadow Buddha said: "If the two abbots of the Northern and Southern Shaolin are in the same place, and Master Qingku follows, and there are eighteen bronze men accompanying him, will the chance of survival be greater? Or can more people be killed?"
Smiling Maitreya said: "Perhaps the Red Sect has taken precautions, or perhaps dividing the troops into three groups can delay the time when the golden seal is taken away as much as possible."
Shadow Buddha suddenly said: "The sooner the three gold seals are captured, the faster the chaos in Putian County will end. As long as there is still one gold seal that has not been firmly captured by a certain force, we can regain control of the situation. opportunity. However, this would also serve the purpose of the Red Sect."
Smiling Maitreya said: "Hong Shang has gone crazy. He is pulling the entire Red Sect and Japan's 40 to 50 percent of the groundwork they have made in Zhongzhou over the years to go crazy with him. As long as the power of Zhongzhou's arena can be weakened by another 20 to 30 percent , Japan will have the confidence to provoke other states to attack Zhongzhou together. Hongshang's move, as far as Japan is concerned, is the so-called success or failure."
"He is indeed a madman. He led the monster all the way here. I don't know how many more people he has to kill before he ends."
"I'm afraid there is no end. If we say that after the fall of the three secret caves in Pinghai County, the Red Sect still has 70% of its strength, but just because of these days of tossing and the loss of manpower in these two days, the current strength It was already less than 40%. Even if the rest were all involved, there was no guarantee that the power of the two imperial courts that had been negotiated in advance would see their decline and turn their backs on each other. But Hongshang brought Tu Wanfang, who could not be stopped by anyone, and suddenly became the biggest If Tu Wanfang survives the trouble, or cannot be controlled, then the Red Sect can still make arrangements around it and continue to consume the entire Zhongzhou Wulin."
"The Japanese's secret technique of the living dead is really weird, but the so-called badgers are afraid of bobcats, and everything will kill them. There should be a way to deal with them."
"Take more time to think about it, think about whether you have seen any method to deal with this strange thing in any ancient forbidden books, and unite your efforts to get rid of this monster as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be endless."
"Okay." Shadow Buddha responded to Smiling Maitreya's instructions. Smiling Maitreya has learned a lot of things, but Shadow Buddha is his mentor in the Buddhist sect, and he has studied more deeply.
"By the way, since Abbot Qingming passed away here, who took the golden seal from him?"
Abbot Qingming's tattered monk's robes and cassocks had obvious signs of being torn apart, and they were just hanging casually on his body, so the Shadow Buddha wrote this article.
The smiling Maitreya said: "I don't think abbot Qingming carries a single gold seal in his lineage."
"Well, these monks are indeed disheveled. Those who survived this battle must have searched through them one by one and found nothing."
"That's why before leaving, I stabbed Abbot Qingming in the neck in anger."
Shadow Buddha was speechless after hearing this. He could imagine how the other party's sword struck, but even if he was facing a dead man, the other party could not chop off Abbot Qingming's head, or even chop off Abbot Qingming's cross-legged posture.
Body shape.
Smiling Maitreya continued: "Abbot Qingming must have known very well that it would be very difficult for him to walk down Jiulian Mountain alive. When he walked into the temple, he should have arranged for three inconspicuous, agile and trustworthy disciples to be separated.
The three were taken away, and he, the Abbot of Qingyuan, and the Eighteen Bronze Men took these monks who were willing to die for Shaolin and pretended to be wearing gold seals to attract firepower."
Shadow Buddha said: "There are four chief and deputy hall masters from the Red Clothes Sect, ten Dharma protectors, three people from the Jinyi Guards of the West Factory, and five from the East Factory. The identities of the other people are difficult to identify."
"There will be no fish in troubled waters who die here this time. The remaining ones are either Japanese people, or people from the Fifth Marquis or Yu Tian. It is said that Yu Tianting can bring surprises to people, and he encouraged half of the Twelve
I worked hard for him and trained an eunuch who is so good at fighting."
"It's a pity that this old guy is afraid of death and won't condescend to come here and make trouble. Otherwise, we will find an opportunity to clean up together."
"Although the old guy is afraid of death, he is always willing to seek skin from tigers. He might show up in front of us at any time."
"If the traitor dares to come, let him be buried with Abbot Qingming and these Shaolin disciples!"
As he gets older and often hides in the shadows in his black robe, Shadow Buddha rarely gets so angry.
Smiling Maitreya did not seem to be affected by Shadow Buddha's emotions. He just stood silent in the bleak wind at the end of noon.
He was thinking silently, not thinking about how to fight with the Red Sect, the Japanese, and the people from the East Factory and the West Factory next.
Rather, it is looking back at the last battle before Abbot Qingming passed away.