Chapter 128 The beauty of the past, a shadow tonight
Although Taoism was respected in the prosperous dynasty, there was a public opinion among the public - Taoism only cultivated oneself, Confucianism was concerned with the world, and Buddhism saved all living beings.
The reason is simple: the Buddhist sect has a Beitianyuan, which shows compassion for nature and people, and adopts orphans and orphans; the Confucian sect takes it as its own responsibility to help the world, and the great Confucian scholars will give out porridge and rice every time there is a disaster, and countless people will survive.
It seems that there is only Taoism, and it seems that the world is unkind, preferring to be quiet and inactive, cold-hearted and cold-faced, and never pull out a cent. Instead, he is keen on immortality, and even gathers people to rebel. He has rarely done anything to save the world and save people.
This is the root cause of what the old beggar said. He broke away from the Taoist sect and lived on the streets of Luoyang, becoming a beggar. Instead, he had a different perspective from the past, looking at the "debate between Buddhism and Taoism" and the "controversy between the three religions".
", which added to the fireworks of many lower-class people.
Taoism and Confucianism are actually sects that are suitable for scholars. The scriptures and rituals involved are mostly to beautify power, relieve frustration, and take care of the hearts of scholars. The summarized and refined content will inevitably become attached to the court and the powerful and become a tool.
Sect.
However, Shimen was somewhat different. He paid attention to people's sufferings and could not only be used by the court, but also help ordinary people relieve their troubles and pain. Therefore, it was widely circulated and won the hearts of the people.
After the old beggar had been begging for many years, he clearly understood the differences between the three religions, and came up with the idea of setting up a "Jixiantang", which could not only help beggars and homeless people, but also preach Taoism and enlightenment.
So that everyone knows that Taoism does not lack the ambition to help the world and the people, but it is not as sanctimonious as Confucianism, nor is it as deceptive as Buddhism.
As soon as this idea came up, Marquis Zhang Wu poured cold water on him: If Gongmen didn't nod, let alone "Jishantang", even if he wanted to open a wine shop or restaurant, it would be extremely difficult.
The old beggar is quite flexible in his mind. If Marquis Zhang Wu is willing to take charge of the project and manage all the relationships, it will not be difficult to build a "Jixiantang" that benefits people's livelihood.
As for myself, I can hide in the back, arrange the backbone of the "Beggars' Gang" in a legitimate manner, and do some ordinary daily care. Then I will no longer have to live the days of hundreds of families begging and sleeping on the streets.
Now that Zhang Wuhou has agreed, the outline structure, inside and outside atmosphere of this long-dreamed "Jishantang" have become richer one by one in his heart.
The old beggar was thinking about these things in his mind, he was in a happy mood, and moved quickly in his hands. The peach wood sword, the Sanqing Bell, the canopy ruler, the imperial flag, the ghost-fighting stick, the demon-suppressing seal, the jujube token, the cinnabar yellow talisman and other items were all covered with a
Place the pieces into a special box.
It was night, the dome was dark, thick clouds covered the stars and the moon, and not a single ray of light came out. There was a dead silence in Zeshanfang, even the barking of some people's dogs had stopped, as if something unusual was about to happen.
Wuhou Pu, Zeshanfang, was heavily guarded outside the backyard firewood shed. More than a dozen unscrupulous guards stood with their knives on their sides, their bows and crossbows were cocked, and their knives and arrows were all dipped in black dog blood. The scene seemed about to break out.
However, from the first moment of Xu hour to the third moment of Zi hour, nothing abnormal happened.
The long and continuous silence made all the bad guards start to feel sleepy. Their tense nerves gradually relaxed, and the hand holding the knife dropped. Some even snored and were slapped awake by their companions.
Just when people were trapped and horses were exhausted, several small and agile black shadows silently jumped into the courtyard, followed the leaky tiles and window cracks and entered the woodshed.
A few breaths later, a thunderbolt exploded from the sky, exposing everyone in the backyard. Then there was a thunder and a shrill cat cry at the same time, causing everyone in the backyard to wake up instantly.
Zhang Wuhou said in his heart: "Here we come!" He jumped up from the corner of the backyard, and together with more than a dozen bad guards, cautiously surrounded the woodshed, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the wooden door burst open. A familiar female corpse with red eyes and hair scattered suddenly jumped out of the woodshed, and it was Luo Rou!
The bad guards saw it clearly: the nails on the pale hands were extremely long and curved like hooks, and there was a cold glow coming from them!
"Fire arrows!" Zhang Wuhou shouted violently, and with a "whoosh" sound, dozens of arrows shot out like raindrops, hitting the corpse, making the sound of gold and iron clashing.
All the bad guards were secretly proud of themselves: This Zhuge Liannu is so useful!
However, they coincidentally discovered that none of the arrows fired had penetrated the body. The imagined scene of thousands of arrows piercing the body did not appear as promised.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Wuhou shouted again: "Stick the talisman! Draw your sword! Come on!"
Only then did the bad guards react, and quickly took out the "breath-holding talisman" given by Taoist Master Yuchi, and stuck it on their foreheads. Then they drew out the horizontal knife with a "swish" and prepared to chop at the corpse.
The reaction of two bad guards was a bit slow, and the corpse had already exploded, leaped several feet, and rushed towards the two of them. The huge force knocked the two of them into the courtyard wall, causing the earth and rocks to fly down, knocking them half to the ground.
The whole body was buried in it.
The other bad guards were startled, but they all wielded their swords and slashed at the corpse.
Although the corpse's body was stiff and it jumped up, it was very fast. Most of the knife shadows were dodged by her. Although a small number of knife lights struck the body, it only cut the clothes and did not hurt the body.
Marquis Zhang Wu saw that Luo Rou's body was like copper skin and iron bones, and could not be damaged by swords and arrows. He couldn't help but regret a little: if he had been buried earlier, these incidents would not have happened.
After everyone affixed the "breath-holding talisman", the corpse lost its target. After jumping a few times in the courtyard, it turned to the courtyard wall where the two bad guards were embedded, and prepared to jump out.
Zhang Wuhou shouted again: "Get on Shengmo! Don't let her escape! You guys, go over and save her!"
All the bad guards swarmed up. The long knives in their hands had been replaced by ink tanks. They were still in groups of two and wrapped the rope and ink around the body. After ten breaths, the body stood like an insect chrysalis in the courtyard.
Although he struggled hard, it was all in vain.
At this time, the four delinquent guards rushed to the courtyard wall, lifted up the two delinquent guards who were knocked unconscious, and ran towards the front yard.
It only took a few breaths for the rabbit to rise and the falcon to fall. At this moment, everyone in the backyard breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the body was under control.
Zhang Wuhou threw out another bundle of finger-thick hemp rope: "Go and tie her up tightly, then put her in the woodshed and return her to Linjiguan tomorrow."
Two sturdy bad guards took the hemp rope and went up to tie it up. Suddenly, another thunderbolt lit up, "Puff, puff, puff..." The ropes broke one after another, and countless tiny sparks exploded, and the corpses appeared again.
He was able to escape, and with a slight jump, he was out of the courtyard wall.
Zhang Wuhou was in a hurry: "Hurry up and chase!"
The bad guards took the order, quickly raised their swords, and chased outside Wuhou's house.
Zhang Wuhou chased and shouted: "Senior! Please take action quickly! The female corpse has escaped..."
The old beggar's sigh sounded in the air: "Alas! A group of vulgar warriors with poor academic skills can't even keep a walking corpse. The old beggar has seen her, please follow her quickly!"
Zhang Wuhou and a group of unscrupulous guards looked slightly ashamed when they heard this. When they rushed out of Wuhou Pu, they saw Wei Chiyuan, the master of Hongdao Temple, and Tong Chunxi, the master of Linji Temple, leading a group of old Taoist priests and young Taoist priests. There were always two
Thirty people rushed from the other side. Apparently they had noticed that the situation here was failing and came here specifically to help.
Zhang Wuhou's heart felt warm, and he ignored the pleasantries, pointed in a direction, and shouted while running: "Luo Rou escaped...it's over there!"
After hearing the words, all the Taoist priests gathered behind the bad guard and ran together in the direction where Luo Rou escaped. After running for a few breaths, everyone stopped, and a gloomy and strange scene unfolded before their eyes:
A tall man with golden eyes stood on a wall made of rammed earth, with a walking corpse standing on each side. One of them was Luo Rou, and the other was actually the third young lady of the Chen family!
Under the wall of the square, stood a Buddhist monk, a Taoist, and a Japanese warrior. But standing between the two sides were dozens of broken female corpses, some with arms and shoulders missing, and some with holes in their chests.
, some had half of their bodies collapsed... A thick putrid smell came from these female corpses.
These broken bodies, their shirts and skirts were already in tatters, and large parts of their bodies were exposed. Everyone looked at them, but they didn't feel any sense of beauty. Instead, they felt chills in their hearts, and their anger surged up. If it weren't for their lack of strength, they would rush forward and kill everyone.
"Rou'er! It's these beasts that cause you to do this!" A shrill howl resounded through the night sky.
Then a lone figure rushed out and ran towards the array of corpses. Everyone followed the sound and saw that the lone figure was Yuan Yizi Tong Chunxi. She slashed fiercely with her sword and tears flew down her face. She was so brave that she was not afraid of death!
The short-lived balance was broken instantly. A group of Taoist priests and bad guards also showed their weapons and charged forward. For a moment, the swords rang out, blood spattered, severed limbs flew everywhere, and the corner of Zeshanfang was like Shura Hell. It was difficult to fight.
Look directly.
Gradually, rain began to fall from the sky, pattering intermittently. But it gradually wetted everyone's robes. Every time they tugged at it, it seemed to be delayed a lot, and the fight became more and more fierce.
Yang Zhaoxi was trapped in the battle group, slashing with his long sword and making decisive moves. From time to time, a female corpse would be chopped to the ground by him, and then a gray shadow would rise up and run towards the big man with golden eyes.
Yang Zhaoxi retreated and opened his eyes, only to see clearly that the gray shadows were the kind of ghosts he had seen last night!
There are still female corpses falling down one after another around them. There are also Taoists and bad guards who were knocked down by the female corpses and bitten on their necks. Their lives and deaths are unknown.
Yang Chaoxi did not hesitate, and hurriedly took out the Kui Talisman, which was neither gold nor stone, tapped his teeth three times, took it back into his arms, and continued to join the battle group.
The battle group gradually thinned out, and there were not many female corpses left. Many of the Taoist priests and bad guards assembled here were also dragged out of the battle group and put aside: some bodies were torn to pieces by the female corpse's sharp claws, and some had teeth marks on their necks.
It was pitch black, and there was a black air on his face. He must have been poisoned by corpse poison...
In less than a stick of incense, there were only a dozen or so people still fighting under the wall.
The body of Luo Rou and the third lady of the Chen family was as solid as iron and stone, and could not be harmed by swords. Even masters such as Zhang Wuhou and Yu Chiyuan would not be able to get an advantage. What's more, there were Tong Chunxi, Xu Meixiang and others standing in the way.
It's really a headache for someone to hurt Luo Rou.
Those monks, demons, and Japanese warriors were all living people, and their martial arts were quite powerful. Yang Chaoxi, the old beggar, Shang Sizuo, Zhuo Songtao and others found it quite difficult to face them.
Especially that monk, with his pair of dark fleshy palms, he could withstand swords! He also had great physical strength, bending and breaking many people's knives, swords, whips, maces and the like. Those who were unfortunately hit in the body,
All bones and tendons were broken.
The only thing that made one's heart palpitate was the big man with golden eyes. The battle group in front of him became increasingly fierce, but he had no intention of taking action. He just watched with cold eyes. The three people and two corpses in front of him were all extremely powerful, and everyone was stunned for a moment.
You can't even get close to him.
Yang Chaoxi was anxious: What's going on with Zhong Jiudao? It's been a long time since the summons was sent out, but he still hasn't shown up! It's true, you can't believe it!
Just as he was thinking this, the Japanese warrior forced Shang Sizuo back with a single blow and ran towards him.
Yang Zhaoxi accelerated his movements, and the acquired Qi exploded, violently rushing through the body. The acquired Qi overflowed from the pores, walked away from the arm, gathered between the palms of his fingers, and covered the Xuan Tong sword in his hand with a faint white light.
The Japanese warrior's pupils shrank, and his Chinese was jerky: "Refining essence...transforming Qi?"
What answered him was a sword as fast as lightning! The Japanese warrior swung his sword to block it, but felt that the force coming from the sword was more than ten times greater than before, and he couldn't help blurting out: "What...swordsmanship?"
Yang Chaoxi frowned slightly: "That's a long way to go!"
Then another sword slashed out. The sword intent that looked in all directions made the Japanese warrior tremble. The blade came to meet the sword intent, and the harsh sound of conflict made people even more frantic.
The patter of spring rain gradually increased. Yang Zhaoxi swung his sword moves with him while feeling the coldness brought by the rain. The sword moves in his hands suddenly changed, and they were denser than raindrops, but it was the move of "falling rain frightens autumn sword". However,
The sword was originally light and agile, but in Yang Chaoxi's hands, it became powerful and heavy, without slowing down at all!
The Japanese warrior was tired of parrying, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became: he had never seen such a fast and fierce sword technique! His right hand holding the sword could hardly support it!
In desperation, he took out a few darts and threw them out, buying himself half a breath. He handed the knife to his left hand and continued to fight with Yang Zhaoxi. After a while, his left hand gradually couldn't hold it anymore, so he had to hold it with both hands.
Try to support.
When Yang Chaoxi saw that the Japanese warrior was already weak, a dangerous smile appeared on his lips, and he suddenly struck down with his sword!
"Bang!" The sword snapped in response. The Japanese warrior was slightly startled and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his crotch. When he looked down, he saw that Yang Chaoxi's long sword had already penetrated, and from now on... he would no longer be so majestic.
After the Japanese warrior had endured the "castration", his anger had already outweighed the pain. He swung his broken sword and was about to perform the hidden technique "One Sword Cut"! As soon as the clinker rushed out two feet, he felt as if a stick was pressing against his chest.
When he looked carefully, he saw a long sword penetrated his chest, and the sword grid got stuck in his chest, making it difficult for him to move forward any further.
Fear, reluctance, regret... drowned him like a tidal wave on the sea... It seemed that it was acceptable to lose the glory, at least he could still live... But from now on, he had no "future".
Yang Chaoxi held down the Japanese warrior's falling head with one hand, pulled out the Xuantong sword with the other hand, wiped it on his shoulder, and then casually pushed it away.
At this time, an evil voice sounded: "Chong Lingzi! Do you still recognize me?!"
Yang Zhaoxi turned around to look, and a thunderbolt suddenly lit up, clearly illuminating the ferocious features of the demon: "Tu Liangshan!"