Chapter 260 The music is disturbing, and the waterfront is Shura
The Luo River is rippling and the reeds are green.
The woman's skirt was green, her undershirt was purple, and she wore a clear white gauze shawl, wrapped from her shoulders and back to her arms, swaying in the slightly drunken river breeze, which made people enchanted.
Yang Zhaoxi was just at the water's edge, her eagle eyes suddenly widened, looking at the woman walking on the water in disbelief, and almost exclaimed: Liu Xiaomu! How could she be a Zoroastrian saint?!
Although the woman is also covered with a moon-white scarf, her light and airy demeanor, swaying figure, and shining phoenix eyes are all consistent with the beautiful image in her heart. Especially the hand called "Xiaoyaoyu"
The "Wind" technique of lightening one's body is like light catkins, elegant and graceful. What other woman in the world can master it?
For a moment, Yang Chaoxi was so mesmerized that he was stunned.
The others were not much better. They all stopped their weapons and turned to look in the direction of the woman. Inside and outside the formation, there was complete silence. A thought came to everyone's mind: There is such a beautiful and unconventional woman in the world.
! One glance at Zhige, another at Qingcheng, three glances and the world is shocked!
The long sound of the flute stirs the soul! The sadness is endless, and the regret is hard to calm down!
Everyone felt that their hearts seemed to be grabbed by something, and the faint feeling of heart palpitations gradually worsened. The weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a "clang", they covered their hearts with both hands, and their brows furrowed. They couldn't tell whether it was pain or discomfort.
.My breathing became rapid, my body was swaying, and I was about to fall down at any time...
The woman moved lightly with lotus steps and had already landed on the shore, standing pretty on the cabin of the long boat. The sound of the flute became clearer and louder.
The melodious melody and high-pitched sound of the flute made everyone more and more uneasy and dizzy... Soon, some people began to be unable to bear it and fell on the spot, their eyes turned white, their faces were still smiling, and saliva overflowed from the corners of their mouths.
Among the crowd, the Zoroastrian guardians such as Di Wei and Yao Ri came to their senses one after another, endured the feeling of depression in their hearts, and shouted at the guardians and believers beside them: "Turn a deaf ear!"
After drinking, he hurriedly took out a few small corks from his arms, pressed them into his ear holes, and recited hurriedly: "When you sing long songs, you should cry, and when you sing short songs, you should be sad! You don't distinguish between good and bad, and you don't distinguish between right and wrong. The seven emotions are immovable, and the five notes are indifferent.
I heard that Guangling is gone and the snow is falling!"
Suddenly enlightened, the guardians and believers quickly passed on the secret order of "turn a deaf ear" one after another. Each of them trembled, took the cork from their arms, stuffed it into their ears, and then recited the "Spell of Abstaining from Sound":
The long songs are for crying, the short songs are for sorrow... The consciousness gradually returns to clarity, and he picks up the weapon again, facing the nearby heroes who are as if they are losing their souls, and decisively cuts them down!
In an instant, screams started to sound, and bloody blood flew. Those heroes who were attacked did not realize until they died: It turned out that the lingering and melancholy sound of the flute was actually a demon's magic! Unfortunately, it was too late to wake up...
To the north of the formation, the sound of "Amitabha" is like the light of the Buddha manifesting, recited from the mouth of Zen Master Lingzhen. A faint golden light radiates from the rosary beads on his chest, forming a huge "swastika" character, blocking the invisible sound waves.
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Zen Master Lingzhen's eyes were clear, neither happy nor sad, and he slowly opened his mouth and said: "The sword cuts through the fire, and my nature is strong. How can the sound of the sound shake the Dharma body? Monks! Follow the poor monk in singing the Prajna Heart Sutra, and that's it.
Get rid of your inner demons!”
As soon as the voice of Zen Master Lingzhen came out, it was like a bell ringing in the hearts of the monks in Xiangshan Temple. The thoughts that were confused by the sound of the flute gradually returned to their original owners. Even the monks from Zhaojue not far away,
It was also like waking up from a dream! All the monks sat down and began to recite the Prajna Heart Sutra in unison.
The Sanskrit sound soared into the sky, and golden light shone everywhere. More tiny "Swastika" characters emerged from the Sanskrit sound, and merged into the huge "Swastika" character just now... The characters became larger and larger, and finally turned into an upside-down golden bowl.
The monks are enveloped in it, and they are no longer disturbed by the sound of the flute.
The sound of the flute entered his ears, but Fang Qidou felt that his heart was as sharp as a knife. He was a very affectionate and free-spirited person, and he had a deep love for his wife Tang Juan. At this time, he was touched by the sound of the flute, and his feelings could not help but arise from his heart. Thinking of this
All the joys and sorrows that I and Tang Juan have experienced, thinking of the Fang family members who died in the Jizhou Rebellion, thinking of the blood and tears that Tang Juan had been defiled by bandits and committed suicide several times... I actually feel that all the pains in life are coming one after another, and I want to take them away.
Drown yourself.
Fang Qidou was in a state of confusion when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left arm! He saw a thick iron rope bounced off his left arm. The pain came from the outside in, gnawing at his bones, and broke into a cold sweat. He didn't know if his arm bones were already damaged.
Broken. But the Zoroastrian who attacked him frowned when he saw that the attack missed him. He swung the iron rope again and hit him on the head.
Fang Qidou turned his head to get out of the way, turned around, picked up a horizontal knife in his right hand, and slashed it at the cultist!
The horizontal knife collided with the iron rope, making a sharp "dang" sound. Although it was harsh, it offset some of the flute sounds. Fang Qidou quickly collected his mind and silently recited the "Pure Mind Mantra":
Taishangtaixing, endless response. Exorcise evil spirits, protect life and body. Wisdom is clear, mind is peaceful. Three souls are eternal, and soul is never lost!
After the curse, there seemed to be a line of blue light emerging from the lower Dantian, following the Du Vein, going up all the way, and rushed straight into the Niwan Palace. My ears and eyes suddenly became brighter, and my worries and depression disappeared. Although the sound of the flute was still frightening, it no longer
He couldn't shake his mind.
Fang Qidou turned his sword and knocked the believer wielding the iron rope unconscious to the ground. He quickly stopped in front of the other six brothers of the "Seven Heroes of Luo Zhong" and repeled the Zoroastrian demon who came back. The six people just stopped.
He was one step ahead of him. After reciting the "Heart-Purifying Mantra", he hurriedly waved his weapon and started fighting with the demon again.
"Toutuo Crazy Stick" Zhao Sandao shouted loudly: "Boss Fang! The "Heart-Purifying Mantra" you taught the brothers is really good! Just by saying it in one sentence, the head is not dizzy, and the heart is not hurting anymore...
That pretty little lady is really powerful! But I don’t know what kind of magic she can do?”
Fang Qidou glared at him: "Concentrate on repelling the enemy! Don't ask the monster to hit you in the butt again. In the past, when you went to battle to kill the enemy, when did you get a little injury and you didn't cry for your father and mother? Don't you think it's embarrassing? Someone on our side wants to do it again."
It’s about face!”
Zhao Sandao stuck out his tongue angrily, then shouted again and rushed towards another believer.
The sound of the flute sounded sad to the ears of Chen Gu and Mo Daobing, but it sounded like resentful ghosts crying at night. In front of them were ghosts and shadows, countless resentful souls who had died under their Mo Dao soldiers, dragging their bloody remains, trembling.
They gathered around. Some had internal organs leaking out, some were missing arms and legs...some had half of their heads connected to their skulls, which had been cut off. Half of their faces were filled with red and white liquid, their eyes were hanging down, and their faces were dull.
He kept shouting in his mouth: "Give me back...my...life...come..."
Chen Gu's heart was filled with fear! Looking as far as the eye could see, there were no more Mo Dao soldiers and Zoroastrian monsters in his field of vision, but instead, they were all mutilated corpses possessed by resentful spirits!
He was alone and trapped in a tight siege, and he actually had the consciousness of a hero at the end of his life. The Mo Dao in his hand was no longer reserved, and he slashed wildly. Several resentful souls were immediately split into two pieces amidst howling in terror.
.And Chen Gu laughed cruelly as if he had won.
However, the resentful souls seemed to be endless, and they came up without knowing whether to live or die! Chen Guyu was angry from his heart, and his hatred grew in his guts. He simply turned his heart, swung his sword again, and faced him...
When he was about to kill, suddenly a resentful spirit about eight feet tall towered in front of his eyes. He had no hair on his head, a disheveled beard, and a pair of bull's eyes under his thick eyebrows. He was glaring at him fiercely. He was about to kill him with a knife, but he saw
The resentful spirit threw up its fleshy palm like a palm fan, snatched the Mo Dao away with his chopping hand, and threw it aside. Immediately, another fleshy palm, without any explanation, slapped him across the face!
Chen Gu's left cheek suddenly became swollen, and countless Venus hovered in front of his forehead like flying mosquitoes. His consciousness was chaotic, but he soon regained consciousness.
When he looked closely, he saw that the sleepless monk was glaring at him angrily, and he cursed: "Stupid donkey! Look at the good things you did! I got mad, so I just wiped my neck clean! Why bother so many brothers!"
Chen Gu turned his head and swept away, his heart already feeling cold. Looking around, he saw corpses scattered in a pile of blood. There were more than ten people. Some were cut into two, and some had their heads missing...
...Some of them are not dead yet, their hands and feet are twitching slightly, their eyes are staring and they refuse to close, and their lips are pouting, which seems to be the names of their wives and children...
The other Mo Dao soldiers had frightened expressions on their faces. They surrounded him with their Mo Dao, but they did not dare to step forward easily. The corpses lying on the ground had neat wounds and deep wounds. They were all obviously killed by Mo Dao.
And 90% of them are... Mo Daobing's corpse!
Chen Gu instantly understood what had just happened: it turned out that he was bewitched by the sound of the flute, and he actually had hallucinations, thinking that everyone around him was a resentful spirit...
Chen Gu's eyes were red: "How could this happen? How could this happen... I didn't mean to do this... It's all that woman's magic! I'm going to kill you!!"
To the south of the formation, Yang Chaoxi sat outside the long boat, looking at his nose and heart, sitting in a circle, keeping quiet, adjusting his breath and exhaling. The two qi, the innate and acquired qi, surged along the small Zhoutian. Every time he passed by the Zhongdantian
, that seedling-like Dao seed shook its branches and leaves happily for the first time. The innate energy was suddenly sucked away, and the seedling seemed to have grown a little.
Keep your mind focused, stay one-minded, and meditate! The realm goes deep into layers, and the six senses seem to be closed: turning a blind eye, hearing but not hearing, smelling without likes and dislikes, eating without sweetness... The whole person seems to have turned into a piece of meteorite, a stubborn stone, and is not afraid of wind and frost.
The erosion of rain and snow. The sound of the flute is sad and plaintive, and it penetrates all the way, but it can only break through the mind and heart that are as hard as iron stone.
Liu Xiaomu's breath was long and continuous, and the sound of the flute was like weeping and complaining. With a glance from the corner of his eyes, he had already recognized the little Taoist priest dressed as a Zoroastrian and saw that he could use the inner elixir technique to stick to his thoughts.
, not disturbed by the sound of the flute, could not help but nodded secretly.
Looking at the Shanling Guards and Xuanyu Guards in front of them, they were already in a mess. The steel fork pointed and the barrier sword pointed, no longer distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy.
Upon seeing this, the remnants of the Zoroastrian cult withdrew from the formation one after another, looking at the two guards in amazement, running rampant and attacking each other like headless flies... More and more of them were falling down, and fewer and fewer were standing. Underfoot.
The gravel and grass were roughly smeared with a layer of dark red, and the smell of blood permeated everywhere, making it nauseating.
When Cui Jiu heard the sound of the flute, he didn't notice it for a second. He decisively bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed it on his left palm. He then stretched out his right palm, used a pointing pen, dipped the blood from the tip of his tongue, and drew a thick talisman on his forehead.
Only then did most of the sound of the flute disappear, keeping my mind clear.
However, once the melee started, Cui Jiu interspersed in it, running left and right, but he was attacked from both sides. Not only did he have to deal with the crazy steel forks, but he also had to beware of the random blocking knives and flying knives. The two guards not only killed each other, but also faced each other.
The brothers, who had experienced life and death, did not hesitate to swing down the butcher knife.
Cui Jiu was so angry that his eyes were about to burst, and he could no longer care about anything. While knocking his Shanling Guards unconscious and dragging them aside, he also sent the Xuanyu Guards who came like crazy and killed them all.
But when the murderous Zhou You rushed up, Cui Jiu found it difficult to resist. The steel fork slapped the double barrier knife violently, and several gaps soon appeared!
Cui Jiu cursed in his heart: Although Zhou You's character cannot be complimented, his kung fu is really great! He went crazy and even had to show courtesy to himself. It seems that this guy was hiding his clumsiness in the previous fight with the Zoroastrian monster.
Canglong Qisu had already fled away as soon as the sound of the flute started, and he didn't know where he went. He seemed to be quite afraid of the woman playing the flute.
The sound of the flute continued, not showing any pity for the bloody killings in the formation.
Yuan Zhongwu, Xiao Zhan, Li Miaolan and others from the east, as well as the Shence soldiers from the west. Perhaps because of the distance, when they heard the sound of the flute, although their faces were slightly bitter, they were not like the knights in the formation.
In this way, most of them lost their consciousness. In a few breaths, this place was turned into a shura field made of broken corpses.
"Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie! Jie..."
A burst of sinister laughter came from all directions and enveloped the Shura Field.
The sound of the flute suddenly stopped and turned into a cold and charming cry: "Who is coming?!"