The night is as cool as water, and everything is silent. .The red moon fills the sky, and the mountains are covered with green clouds.
"Clay Bodhisattva, is the red moon unlucky?"
A disciple asked in a low voice to the Clay Bodhisattva who was sitting under the tree in front of the door and listening to Zhao Zhigang's Yue opera "The Orphan of Zhao". As a disciple of the Clay Bodhisattva lineage, some celestial phenomena can naturally be seen at a glance.
?????????? Today is the opening day, not to mention that the year before is not suitable for doing this kind of thing, plus it is the fishy month. It is said in the astrology that the fishy moon is responsible for killing, so it is also called the killing moon. When such a moon appears, it is a sign of great misfortune and everything will be very difficult.
However, the Ni Bodhisattva looked indifferent. He leaned on the chair and took a sip of strong tea. He exhaled hot breath leisurely and looked at the sky. He slowly sang Peking Opera: "King Wen of Zhou's visit to Jiang Shang greatly energized the Zhou Dynasty. How can Zhuge of the Han Dynasty compare with it?" Mr. Senior. When I have nothing to do in the watchtower, I will play the music of the piano. I lack a close friend in front of me"
"Clay Bodhisattva"
The disciples didn¡¯t understand what he meant. They just felt that his voice was sad and his tone was lonely, just like the cries of blood from wild geese that had strayed from the flock, or like the blood swallows on the edge of the cliff, which were melodious and sad.
After the Ni Bodhisattva finished singing a verse, he sighed quietly, looked up at the sky again, then stood up slowly, tidied up the clean clothes he had just put on that still smelled of plain sandalwood, and took off the watch on his wrist. , put down the phone in his hand, and walked forward neatly with his hands behind his back.
The several disciples following him looked at each other. No one could guess what he meant, but they could only follow him and walk away.
The other residents in the village had been evicted three days ago and were all sent to the hotel in the town, including the old village chief and Aying, who had just returned from winter vacation. Instead, there were a large number of soldiers and a group of unknown but seemingly powerful mercenaries and disciples of the Changsheng Sect wandering around the village.
Because of this, the nights here seem particularly peaceful. The heavy snow has stopped for three days, but the cold has kept the snow from melting. When you walk on it, it makes a creaking sound, which can even give people a feeling of being spread all over the place. illusion.
And the Clay Bodhisattva just put his hands behind his back, holding a big bag in his hand, and sprinkled paper money on both sides of the road as he walked. He was still mumbling words, and the disciples behind him naturally heard them clearly. This kind of chanting only had one impression in his mind. This situationtranscendence!
In other words, Clay Bodhisattva is saving people, and as for who he is savinghe didn't dare to ask, and I'm afraid even if he asked, Clay Bodhisattva might not tell him, who doesn't know what Clay Bodhisattva is [***] Such people.
Following all the way, Ni Bodhisattva and his party came to the lake. The place was now brightly lit and surrounded by soldiers with guns and live ammunition. A fat man in military uniform stood by the lake with a solemn expression.
"I calculated a lot, but I didn't expect that it would be you in the end." Ni Bodhisattva stood opposite Commander Jiang without fear and looked at him with a contemptuous look: "You live a lifetime, and in the end you still do this when you are old. I really don¡¯t know what to say to you about this kind of thing.¡±
Commander Jiang¡¯s expression was ugly. Faced with Ni Bodhisattva¡¯s harsh sarcasm, he actually said nothing. He just extended his hand to indicate to Ni Bodhisattva that he could start.
"No hurry, no rush, it's not the right time yet." Nu Bodhisattva looked at the lake leisurely: "The people watching the ceremony haven't come yet. This is the last thing I have to do for my disciple. If I don't do it in a grand manner, I won't be able to stand in front of you after I go down. Ancestors."
"I didn't intend to destroy anything." Commander Jiang's tone was a little dull, as if he was trying to compress his voice in his throat: "It's just"
Ni Bodhisattva didn't even look at him. He put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance. It seemed that the person being held hostage was not him but the old man standing next to him. Being a prisoner was like this and he couldn't let others have any temper at all. , I am afraid that only the Clay Bodhisattva in the world can do it.
After a while, the people invited by the Ni Bodhisattva arrived one after another. Basically, except for the two big-bellied women, all the people who stayed here included the two little girls Wuyou and A Ling. When we arrived, the originally deserted lake beach became quite lively for a while.
Seeing that people were almost here, Ni Bodhisattva took out a jade fan from his waist, shook it in his hand a few times, and walked slowly towards the crowd. When he passed by Commander Jiang, he said softly: "Let your companions come too."
Commander Jiang was startled and turned to look at the back of Ni Bodhisattva. Looking at this half-immortal who seemed to be unable to hide anything, his heart was filled with emotion and surprise.
To be honest, Commander Jiang has not considered the consequences and what he will bear, but after all, he is almost exhausted. At this stage, the temptation of immortality is too great for him. This temptation makes him There is simply no choice. And now we have reached this pointNo matter how shocked you are, you can't look back. Even if you feel scared in your heart, you can only keep going.
At this time, there was nothing to pretend in front of the Ni Bodhisattva. He simply took out his phone and called the guy who always looked like a butler but was actually the supreme patriarch of the Golden Sun Family.
After a while, an old man with half of his body buried in the soil walked towards here with the help of several young people. The first time Shanova saw him, goose bumps and hair all over her body stood up in an instant. Up, even the hair has exploded!
"Hey? Isn't this who you are?" Wuyou turned to Shanova and said, "Are you in the same group?"
When Tian Tian Er saw him appearing, he glanced at Ni Bodhisattva silently, took a step back, stretched out his hand to block the person behind him, and asked sternly: "Why did you do this!"
Mu Bodhisattva turned to look at Tian Tian Er¡¯s expression, and then sighed silently: ¡°Let¡¯s bet on destiny.¡±
??Tranran Er frowned and leaned back a little without saying a word, but soon, there were at least dozens of guns around her aimed at her head! It would be okay if she were Wang Jian, but she is a genius. Although she can accurately calculate the impact point of bullets and shooting rules, she cannot dodge so many bullets. After all, bullets do not have many variables like humans, and Usually a game with fewer variables is actually a game that is more difficult to break.
Others were still confused, but Tianran Er already knew what Ni Bodhisattva was going to do. After calming down a little, she turned her head and whispered to Wuyou, who was holding her fists and looking angry, "Wait a minute and I have a chance. Just run, run with A Ling. Make sure to take my sister and Peony away!"
Wuyou was startled and asked in a low voice: "What?"
"It's too late to explain. You also know the current situation."
In fact, on the second day after Wang Jian left, Commander Jiang had already led people to blockade the place. Machine guns were set up and isolation nets were set up around it. Under the control of heavy firepower, martial arts masters are fools, unless they can't be killed. For details, please refer to the plot of Zhao Min defeating the masters of the six sects in Yitian Slaying the Dragon.
After all, in front of the state machine, these so-called martial arts masters are only slightly more powerful than ants, unless they can transcend to another realm, such as Wang Sanyi back then or Wang Jian now. Of course, Wang Jian is not even good. If it is possible, If so, I'm afraid it's just Wang Sanyi.
Although there was no time to explain, Wuyou had unconditional trust in Tianran Er, and she would never make misjudgments. Now that she said such words, it must mean that something critical was about to happen, so she did not ask Why, he and A Ling just stood there back to back with Ziran Er in a defensive posture, looking coldly at the soldiers on guard around them.
Mu Bodhisattva smiled slightly and turned his gaze away. Facing the old housekeeper, he said with his unique "under control" smile: "Are you ready?"
The old housekeeper caressed the person holding him away and bowed to the Clay Bodhisattva: "You are my most admired opponent. You are not on the same level as those children."
"Sooner or later, those children will become old people, and the old people will eventually leave. This is the way of heaven. You guys, you want to go against heaven, but it is hard to go against God's will."
¡°Sir, I don¡¯t want to know what God¡¯s will is, or I don¡¯t need to remind you too much about what you should do, right?¡±
The Ni Bodhisattva laughed loudly, and then limped to the Qiankun Pestle stuck outside, with a shaky step and a desolate back, carrying a kind of determination without regrets.
"Qiankun Pestle, Qiankun Pestle, if there is no Qiankun, it can only be a pestle." He muttered and fiddled with the Qiankun Pestle: "The world is impermanent, miserable and confusing. Everyone in the world sighs at the feeling of falling flowers when flowing water, but if the water does not flow away, the red flowers will not fade away. Falling, it doesn¡¯t matter the sorrow of spring and autumn, the separation of life and death, the seven emotions and six desires. It¡¯s a pity to throw away the clear soup and little water in this life, and it¡¯s a pity to throw away the tasteless food.¡±
While he was speaking, he reached out and stroked the Qiankun pestle, and began to fiddle with it according to the scale on it, making a clicking sound in the quiet night.
"I ask again, are you ready?" Clay Bodhisattva suddenly raised his head, with a mocking look on his face, but a ferocious tone: "Tell me, are you ready?"
Those nine books have been completely destroyed, and there are nine numbers on them that will not be burned. After these numbers are combined, the corresponding words can be found on the underwater wall, and then these words have to be transformed For the Nine Palaces numbers, finally use the Nine Palaces numbers to convert the heavenly stems and earthly branches, and then find the corresponding combination on the key of Qiankun Pestle. It is very complicated
And noweverything is ready, but when the east wind blows, it makes people feel evil.
"If you don't say anything, I will treat you as if you are ready." The Clay Bodhisattva was aligning the sum of all the numbers, and suddenly used force toHe moved the Qiankun Pestle.
At the same time, there was a sound of mechanical transmission from the ground, and then the entire lake was illuminated. After a series of refraction, the twenty-four Li beads merged into a beam of light that reached the sky.
And then, the Clay Bodhisattva knelt down on the ground with a pop, looked up to the sky and cried: "Disciple, I am sorry for my ancestors!!!" (To be continued.)