Volume VI, Suddenly Chapter 82: Talismans, Trees, Bridges, and the People Tie-up
Situ Yilan sighed in her heart, said goodbye to him, and led her horse down the meadow.
The war in Qichengzhai has ended, and the work of clearing the battlefield has been basically completed. She will now lead the cavalry to continue deep into the grassland, follow Xu Chi's footsteps, and make the final attack on the golden tent.
The war is over, the killing has just begun.
She hoped that the world would not give Ning Que such an opportunity again, but she had to continue killing people.
After leading the horse to the meadow, she couldn't help but look back and saw the morning sun rising. Ning Que was standing in the morning sun, with a golden light glowing around the edges of his body, and looked a little sacred.
If she had the opportunity to see the scene of Ye Su becoming a saint in the capital of Song Dynasty, she might connect the two. But unlike Ye Su, Ning Que stood in the light and turned himself into a shadow.
He is a bit dim and difficult to see clearly.
Situ Yilan suddenly sympathized with him.
Hundreds of thousands of people died because of his words, but he acted so calmly and didn't care - because he didn't find Sangsang, he had no love or hate for the world. This kind of person is naturally the most terrifying, but this
People of this kind are the most pitiable. Why do they live?
The Tang army set off, and Weicheng became quiet again.
Without the isolation of the formation master, the terrifying buzzing sounds from countless mosquitoes and flies echoed across the sky and earth like wind and thunder. Occasionally, clouds obscured the sun, and hundreds of vultures flew over under the clouds with unpleasant cries.
Ning Que didn't care about this. He had never seen so many corpses and blood in his life, but he had seen too many miserable and terrifying scenes like this before, and he was tired of them.
He walked into the wasteland full of the smell of blood, looked down at the weeds under his feet that were lumped together with blood, and looked at the soil that was caked with blood. He walked and meditated until he reached the mountain with human heads.
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Meditating and watching, not with emotion, but with a careful sense of the atmosphere - the powerful blood sacrifice formation of the Golden Chamber Imperial Master gave him some hints. It turns out that the power in the world does not only come from living people. It also comes from
What does a dead person need to do if he wants to use these powers?
The wilderness was soaked in blood, and many footprints were trampled on. There was a faint sound of blood in the footprints. A very strong fishy smell, a lot of resentment, until a clear trace was formed.
Ning Que walked in the wilderness for three full days, leaving many footprints.
If someone is sitting in the clouds at this time and looking down at the grassland, he should be able to see a very complex pattern. That pattern is centered on Weicheng, with the Rentou Mountain as the fatal point, and with dozens of miles of
The blood-stained wilderness is the curtain, and his footprints are the lines, which are so complicated that it is unimaginable.
This pattern is an extremely complex array, or in other words, a huge talisman.
Then he left Weicheng and went to Kaiping. This time, his time of meditation was shorter and he only walked for one day, because he had become a lot more skilled. Then he went to Qucheng again until he had left all Qicheng Village.
After going through it once, there was an extremely complex blood array outside the Seven Cities Walled City.
If the person looking from the sky to the ground flies higher, he should be able to see that these seven complex blood arrays are like seven ink dots, connected into a straight line.
The line was very sloppy and random, not like a complete stroke, but more like the beginning of a stroke.
The seven extremely complex formations are just ink dots, and the straight line formed by the seven formations is just the beginning of a stroke. So if this stroke is completed, how long will it be? How magnificent will it be?
Before Ning Que wrote this stroke, no one would ever know.
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After setting up these seven large formations, Ning Que returned to Weicheng.
Weicheng was still silent, with only the big black horse and the broken chariot waiting for him.
The big black horse walked up to him without showing any joy at seeing him again after a long absence, because it clearly sensed Ning Que's fatigue and his true thoughts, so it lowered its head.
Ning Que stretched out his hand and gently stroked its neck.
It's not that he's comforting it, it's that it's comforting him in this way.
Countless grassland people were killed, and the grassland was watered with blood. Everything, all the sins and notoriety were just for writing that stroke and for the greatest uneasiness in his heart.
The vague fear and uneasiness were like whips, constantly beating on his body, causing severe pain in the depths of his soul and making him more and more anxious.
He was anxious to leave Weicheng and go south because he did not find her in Weicheng.
"I can't find her... The temple master, senior brother, and the drunkard probably haven't found her yet, but I have to find her, so I want to ask you to help me."
Ning Que looked at the black donkey in the broken chariot and asked him seriously.
The black donkey was silent for a while, unconsciously pulling the grapes on the plate with its front hooves. Even as arrogant and lazy as it was, it knew the importance of this matter - its former owner died in her hands.
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An unpleasant rattling sound echoed through the fields outside Weicheng.
After receiving the promise from the black donkey, Ning Que finally felt a little more relaxed. He turned over and mounted the big black horse, and gently pinched the horse's belly. He only heard a cheerful neigh, and black lightning reappeared between heaven and earth.
On the field, a straight line appeared, pointing straight in the direction.
The world is like a grassland, and he is a wild horse, constantly searching.
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Compared with the northern grasslands where the war raged, the Central Plains was not peaceful either, with wars raging everywhere.
The Xiling Temple cavalry led by Long Qing, with the full cooperation of the Yan State, marched all the way to the west to suppress the Tang army in the north camp, and went deep into the wilderness to help the remaining forces of Zuozhang Royal Court, which struggled to hold on under the strong attack of the deserters.
After the Xiling Temple completely took control of the Southern Jin Dynasty, it ordered the Southern Jin Dynasty's army to be divided into two groups. Liu Hai personally led the temple cavalry and the mighty army of the Southern Jin Dynasty, and was planning to attack the River Kingdom on the other side. There were rumors on both sides of the river.
Becoming sharper, the former members of the Judgment Temple who were loyal to Ye Hongyu carried out bloody and horrific assassinations in the Xiling Kingdom and the Southern Jin Dynasty, trying to delay the coalition forces' move south.
The truly bloody battles did not take place on these battlefields. Instead, they took place in many inconspicuous places: such as an inconspicuous small county, such as a dilapidated Taoist temple in a certain town, such as a fishing village by the sea, such as Qinghe County.
An iron mine on the banks of the Fuchun River, where the most people died.
This is because the spread of Protestantism is rooted in poverty and anger, so naturally it starts from these places. The suppression of Protestantism in Xiling Temple is naturally the most bloody here.
After Ye Su's death, the momentum of the Protestant religion was severely suppressed. But it didn't take long. With the secret support of the Tang State, it regained life, and even felt like it was reborn from the ashes.
Chen Pipi had left Chang'an long ago and inherited the legacy of his senior brother. He was preaching everywhere. He silently and firmly implemented the established policy. He vowed to overthrow the old Taoist sect's rule of the world.
The great disciples hiding in various places accepted Chen Pipi's leadership without any hesitation. They respected their master Yesu as a saint and Chen Pipi as their pope, and began to launch a comprehensive offensive against the old world.
The spread of Protestantism in the world is in full swing.
The Xiling Temple's suppression of Protestantism was like a mountain or a sea. Without divine grace, it had its own divine power, majesty and terror.
There is a building in the official office of the small county town that has been charred to black. It is said that it was set on fire by Protestant thugs a few days ago. However, the intensity of the fire is a bit strange. It has not rained in the county town for many days and the air is extremely dry, but the fire did not spread and only burned one place.
The remote wing burned down, but there was a pregnant maid in the wing.
During today's trial, the county magistrate made his closing statement with unimaginable efficiency. More than ten Protestant believers were escorted to the only Taoist temple in the county and were put on the burning platform in front of the people of the county. A moment later
They were burned into charred corpses, and people's eyes looked a little frightened, or not sympathetic, but full of fear and anger.
——People noticed that the eyes of those Protestant believers were so angry and desperate. They opened their mouths in the flames but could not speak! Many people knew the relationship between the maid and the county magistrate, and the county magistrate’s
The lady's uncle is a priest in a Taoist temple, and the lady is very jealous...
In a fishing village by the East China Sea, for the same absurd reason, more than twenty Protestant believers were tied to death by men loyal to the patriarch and deacons sent by the priest of the state city, and then tied with heavy stones...
With a heart-stopping thud, these Protestant believers were sunk into the sea and turned into pitiful ghosts.
In front of a dilapidated Taoist temple in a small town, the priest who was pushed against the wall by a crowd the day before yesterday and suffered an injury to his forehead looked at the angry people, his pale cheeks full of murderous intent, his eyes full of vicious flames, and he shouted sternly
He shouted: "Whoever dares not to pay again, these people will be your fate!"
Seven Xiling Temple cavalrymen in armor stood at the stone steps of the Taoist Temple with indifferent expressions, looking down at the angry people who did not dare to resist. In front of their horses, the bodies of more than ten people lay in a pool of blood.
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Compared with these places full of brutal killings, Qinghe County seems to be relatively peaceful. It is obvious that there are still many people here - especially young people who are fond of the old Tang Dynasty, and Protestantism is secretly spreading very fast, but at least it seems very peaceful on the surface.
, or maybe it’s because Hengmu Liren and his army are here.
This does not mean that Hengmu Liren is merciful, nor does it mean that the blood of the people of Qinghe County was completely shattered before the more than 100,000 coalition troops, but because the killings have started in advance and too much blood has been shed, so there is peace.
Many of the tens of thousands of miners who first started to resist in the iron mines along the Fuchun River were killed, and many of the Protestant believers in Yangzhou City and its suburbs were also killed. In short, Hengmu Liren killed many people.
There were originally many green trees planted on both sides of the straight official road leading to the north outside Yangcheng Prefecture. At this time of late spring and early summer, it should have been lush and green, but it was not like this, because almost every road tree had hanging
There was a corpse of a resister, the smell of putrid smell, and the green leaves falling off. The picture looked extremely terrifying.
Both sides of the Fuchun River were also shrouded in terror. Corpses were hanging between the graceful bridges. Blood and indescribable juices dripped from those stiff feet and fell into the rivers and streams. They were once extremely clear.
The water that has nourished the people of Qinghe for countless years has turned bloody and smells extremely unpleasant.
The beautiful and peaceful Qinghe County has turned into what it is now. The once bustling Yangzhou City, with everyone staring at the road, is dead and oppressive. Those nobles who never forget their homeland a thousand years ago and want to leave the Tang Kingdom look at it.
Looking at the current scene, will you regret your decision?
Even if they regret it, there is nothing they can do.
Qinghe County is now completely controlled by the Xiling Temple Cavalry and the Southern Jin Army. Especially after Hengmu Liren showed his iron-blooded skills and unimaginable strength, no one dared to have any objections.
A sacred chariot slowly passed by on the straight street of Yangzhou City and came to the quiet lake. Everyone who saw the sacred chariot knelt down on the ground to express their awe for Haotian.
In the streets farther away, more people closed their doors and windows as quickly as possible, for fear of being seen.
Behind the veil, Hengmu Liren looked calm, with an innocent expression on his young cheeks. Even when he saw the corpses of sinners with wooden stakes piercing their bodies by the lakeside, he still had the same look.
He really didn't care about these bloody scenes.
Because these scenes were originally created by him.
He believed that since he was the son of Haotian, he had the power to rule and order the world. Whoever dared to go against his will should die.
The lake breeze blows lightly, and the curtains sway slightly.
The very faint scent of flowers mixed with the very faint smell of blood passed through the gauze curtain and came to his nose.
He took a deep breath, his expression innocent and intoxicated, so he looked very cruel.
Either because the lake breeze was slightly cold, or because he breathed too deeply, he suddenly coughed, and two abnormal blushes appeared on his fair face, making him look a little painful.
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