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- "Guobei County!"
Qing Fen rubbed his hand against the half-man-high boundary monument that was covered with mud and was completely changed beyond recognition, and he could barely make out the three big, fuzzy characters.
"My lord! You are here!"
Before Qing Fen could catch his breath, a sudden ghostly howl by the roadside startled him. When he turned around to look, he saw a lean, almost old man suddenly jumping out from the foot of the tree next to him, heading towards him like a hungry wolf. He threw himself over.
"What do you want to do?"
Qing Fen put up a posture with a vigilant expression, not because the person who rushed towards him was some dangerous person - the old man's hands were full of calluses and he looked like he had never touched a kitchen knife with a hoe in his life -, but because of this dangerous person. People who know martial arts are more dangerous to Qing. If he doesn't want to cut someone but wants to hug someone's thigh
"My dear, please help me!"
Afraid of what might happen, the old man bent down and hugged Qing Fen's thigh. Fortunately, the latter was prepared and turned sideways to let him hug him.
"Who is your noble one? Stop and speak, and don't come any closer!"
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? If it were not for his youth, Qingfen would have been kicked away, and immediately shouted to him to stop, the old man's head was shaken, and he finally calmed down a little.
"Don't be upset, noble man. The old man is not a lunatic. He was just imprudent and rash."
The old man who woke up bowed repeatedly. It seemed that he really had something important to ask of the person he was meeting for the first time in his life.
"The old man's family is in a catastrophe now. No, our entire Guobei County is in catastrophe. An immortal told me to stay here. Today, a noble person will come to Guobei County at noon. You are our noble person. ah!"
The old man became more and more excited as he talked, and when he saw that he was about to pounce on him again, Qing Fen was so frightened that he took two steps back.
"I can't turn beans into soldiers or turn stones into gold. What kind of noble person am I? Old man, you were probably deceived by the charlatans. If you have any difficulties, you'd better go to your son to discuss it quickly. If it doesn't work, you can still go to the government. .¡±
Qing Fen started to feel a little pity for the old man. Thinking about it, he was not crazy, but just a pity person.
"The government is now in a difficult position to protect itself. My sonhey, he is my unfilial son!"
It¡¯s okay not to mention my son, but when I mention the old man, I burst into tears and sat down on the ground.
"Unfortunately, the old man's family has a traitor! I used to be a good person, but I don't know what kind of **** soup was fed to me by those people. Now I don't do my job and follow those people around all day long, and I don't know what they are doing. Today, that group of people started a forum. What kind of **** are you talking about? This beast actually wants to sell the land to the seller to honor that god damn Bodhisattva! Those people can do sorcery. My rebellious son has become hard-hearted. He can¡¯t listen to anything the old man says. Not only the rebellious son, but also the entire Guo Seventy-eight out of ten people in Beixian County were bewitched by them. Even the county master became a disciple of that religion. It can be said that the entire Guobei County has gone crazy.
The old man is not usually a person who prays to gods and Buddhas. The day before yesterday, he was really desperate and went to Guo Beiguan to ask the immortal to ask for a fortune. The immortal told me that if I wait here at noon, I will meet a noble person who can solve the great disaster in Guobei County. I, I eh, I'm going crazy too. "
The old man said a lot of "what"s in a row. It was obvious that he knew very little about what happened. The only thing that was certain was that no matter whether the "what religion" was a liar or a cult, it was not a good thing!
"Oh, sir, I'm scared. It's really embarrassing to show up at such an old age. No matter where you go, sir, please avoid Guobei County. There were ghosts in the mountains a while ago, and now there are monsters in the county. It's no longer the case here. It¡¯s a place for good people to come!¡±
Having calmed down after being excited, the old man wiped away his tears and stood up, with a look of determination on his wrinkled face. Thinking about it, looking at the young man in front of him, he didn't look like someone with the magic power to exorcise demons and demons. He had to make up his mind to risk his life, either to kill those cultists or to kill his own son. .
"Wait a minute, old man."
Just when the old man was about to turn around and leave, the passer-by who originally looked like "you've found the wrong person" suddenly pulled the old man back.
"Old man, walk slowly. That half-immortal is right. Come to think of it, I happen to be your noble one."¡ª¡ª
"Famines are everywhere, and the end is coming. This is the number of days, the number of days that has been predetermined when Pangu opened the sky. Famine, war, plague, locusts, drought The bankers will have no harvest, the earth will be like mountains of bones, and all the rivers will All will be bloodiedTurning red, most people will die in the doomsday, and the world will return to chaos. "
A temporary altar made of earth, about ten feet high, with three floors in four directions. It was decorated with red candles, incense, torches and other objects, and it also had a bit of a smoky smell. A mage with a red cloth belt tied around his head and wearing a cassock was sitting on it and preaching about the doomsday. Four disciple-like figures under the altar were holding swords or flags, and they were protecting the Dharma with serious faces.
There are several rows of believers kneeling in front of the altar, and there is a dark crowd outside, with hundreds of people on three floors and three floors outside. For this remote small county, even if not everyone is crowded here, Almost less.
"Then what should we do?"
The terrifying doomsday seemed to frighten many people below, and several voices immediately started shouting.
"Good question!"
The mage on the altar praised loudly, and the flames of the torches around him suddenly jumped up with his words, and there was another exclamation from the crowd.
"Old Mother Wudang pities the common people and specially sends the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha in the form of White Lotus to save the world. In the end of the world, only those who are protected by Maitreya can go to the Pure Land. You must repent of your sins, join the White Lotus Sect, and sincerely worship Maitreya. , Only then can we enjoy peace and happiness in the last days.¡±
"We are willing to worship!" "We are willing to worship!"
A group of believers kowtowed to the ground, held up gold and silver property and house deeds with their hands, and chanted the name of Maitreya heartily. Others around him seemed to be infected as well. Although they were not ruined yet, they did not feel crazy about the behavior of this group of people, but showed approval with their eyes.
Just when the mage was enjoying the worship of everyone, a discordant voice suddenly broke in.
"Here's a cult! Everything they say is heresy! Don't believe them!"
The people on the altar and the people on the ground all turned their heads to look at the person coming.
"These people are all swindlers who defraud money and sex. Is there any real Buddha in the world who would ask people to go bankrupt to worship him? These people are just using the name of Buddha to commit fraud. Don't let him deceive you!"
The person who was striding forward was a scholar. He looked no longer young. There were still ink stains on his clothes. It was obvious that he came in a hurry. Before he could stand still, he was already scolding Fang Qiu and yelling at the mage.
But I saw that the mage on the altar was not angry, but just sneered.
"It's ridiculous that the people of the demon Bo Xun on the sixth day also want to mess with the minds of my believers. It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"
With a sneer, the red scarf mage raised his hand from nearly ten feet away, and saw a flash of golden light in his hand. The scholar inexplicably flew into the air like a thrown scarecrow. His body spontaneously ignited without fire, and the front of his clothes was burned. Most of the time, his chest was scorched black. When he landed, his eyes were wide open, and he had already breathed his last.
"Thunder in the Palm!" "God's Punishment!" "The Magical Power of the Mage!"
Seeing familiar villagers die tragically in front of their eyes, the bewitched county residents not only did not develop a common hatred and hatred, but instead became more and more in awe of the White Lotus Sect, kowtowing and shouting. When Old Man Zhang and Qing Fen came to the street, they saw this scene.
"Young descendant of the Wei family, descendant of the Wei family, how are you doing?"
When old man Zhang arrived at the field, he first saw the scholar on the ground who was staring at death. Qing Fen bent down and reached out to explore Wei Sheng's jugular vein, then shook his head at Old Man Zhang, knowing that there was no way to save him.
"You traitor! You traitor! Look, look, these monsters are killing people in public here, and you kowtow to them! You, you are really pissing me off!"
Old man Zhang was so angry that he was shaking all over. He turned around and saw that his son was still in the crowd, holding up his family's land deed and kneeling like a stick. He was so angry that he almost died. He grabbed his son's collar and several The slap came up.
"They are masters, they are not monsters! Dad, don't talk nonsense. Master, master, my dad was confused for a moment, don't punish him."
Although the son of the Zhang family was unwise, he was still filial. He was beaten so hard that his eyes were covered with gold. The first thing he did was not to dodge with his head in his arms. Instead, he opened his arms to block his face, and at the same time he covered his mouth. Come to think of it, It was because he was afraid that the master would hit his father with thunder in his anger.
"Huh, for Zhang Sheng's sake, forget it this time because your father was disrespectful to the Holy Religion. Just take him home and discipline him well. If he does it next time, God will not forgive him!"
The aloof Master waved his hand tolerantly, which was followed by another burst of shouting. He looked like Master Bailian, but he looked like the Jade Emperor. But just when he was triumphant, a discordant voice interrupted him again. Come in.
"I heard that the Thousand Buddhas of the Immortal Kalpa are born now, and Maitreya Buddha is the fifth Buddha. After the death of Sakyamuni Buddha, he should go through one thousand years of Dharma, one thousand years of image Dharma, and ten thousand years of final Dharma, totaling twelve thousand years. He came to the world only later. How could your Maitreya not obey the rules???It popped out in ten thousand years? "
This kind of ridicule was much more serious than the rebuke of the Wei family scholar. All the believers were shocked and couldn't help but retreat. Suddenly, a passage appeared in the dense crowd, and a young man with his hands behind his back and sneered appeared in front of the red-robed mage.
"Where did this madman come from? Master, let me teach him a lesson!"
A man stood up from the crowd of people kneeling on the ground and said in a rough voice.
Qing Fen then discovered that in addition to "backward" people like Old Man Zhang's son, there were also some believers with green belts on their heads kneeling in the front row. He must be a high-end believer. The speaker was a man of great stature, and he spoke in a humming voice. At first glance, he seemed to be either a barbarian or a stunned person.
"Isn't this the fifth child of the Yan family in Qinglonggou? Why is he here?"
There seemed to be people in the crowd who knew this barbarian. Qinglonggou was not close to Guobei County, and the people there followed several mages all the way here. They were not considered die-hard believers, but they were considered copper rods.
"This person is an evil heretic who came to save the world from the evil Maitreya. He is not comparable to the people of Bo Xun just now. Do you have the confidence to kill him?"
The red-strap mage pointed with his halberd and spoke in an ups and downs, as if he were singing in an opera, but the content of his words was far from as interesting as in an opera. These people refer to killing as slaying demons. No wonder they feel comfortable inserting the concept of killing innocent people into the minds of ordinary people.
"I have been following the Master for three months. I have burned magical talismans, drank divine water, and been deified. I am now invulnerable to swords and guns. I am willing to serve my master!"
The barbarian raised his arms and said loudly. As if he was afraid that the Master would not believe it, he looked around and saw a poplar tree next to him. It was several feet tall and tall, with lush branches and leaves. He strode towards it and bumped into it with a loud shout.
The crowd all let out a scream, saying that blood was going to be splashed three feet away. Unexpectedly, the ground beneath their feet suddenly jumped, and then there was a loud bang. They looked closely and saw that the barbarian was completely unharmed, but the poplar tree was actually hit. There was a big pit about half a foot deep. The whole tree was swaying and was about to fall down. People nearby hurriedly ran away.
¡°Tietou Kung!¡± ¡°So awesome!¡±
After everyone came back to their senses after being shocked, they all shouted that it was awesome. After joining the White Lotus Sect for only three months, he became so powerful and invulnerable. The fortune teller also lied to him for ten or eight years. Now Yan Laowu is a living example. Even those who were a little suspicious before, now I no longer doubt that the leader of the White Lotus is really the reincarnation of Buddha. Otherwise, how could he have such great magical powers if he was just a mage?
The villagers were shouting, and Qing Fen was also secretly shocked. Breaking down a big tree with one head is not a big deal for people in the martial arts world. It can be easily done by someone who has practiced hard skills for ten or eight years. But the problem is that Yan Laowu has only been in the religion for three months. Even if Bodhidharma is reincarnated and Zhang Sanfeng is reincarnated, it is impossible for him to teach such a powerful disciple in three months! When you talk about witchcraft, is it really witchcraft?
Before he could figure out the reason, the fifth son of the Yan family rushed over like a bear and punched Qing Fen directly in the face. Everyone closed their eyes again, and the scene of this frail scholar being beaten on the head was like a ripe persimmon flower in autumn.
"Howl¡ª¡ª"
The unexpected howl startled everyone again. When they opened their eyes, they saw the young young man standing there. Yan Laowu, who was like a giant spirit just now, rolled on the ground, holding his arms. He kept howling miserably.
The townspeople closed their eyes and turned their heads to each other. They could not see clearly, but the mage could see clearly. Just when the giant spirit god took action, the evil demon stretched out his finger like lightning at the critical moment and scratched his veins, using his internal energy to damage the meridians of the thick man.
Even if it¡¯s a monster, it¡¯s just a monster with iron-tou skills.
"What a demon, let me subdue you personally!"
Seeing that the disciple was unable to help, the mage couldn't keep it in his face anymore, and he got up and wanted to take action himself.
"A vacuum hometown, no biological parents, the birth of Maitreya, the salvation of the world by white lotus, peace in the world, and rebirth in the pure land. My disciple Bailian Master Chen Buyou invites Chunyang True Immortal! Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight"
¡°Seeing the red scarf mage slamming his left palm with his right hand, stamping his right foot on the altar, and shouting "beat", his whole body gradually started to twitch like a ghost.
God fight?
Qingfen was shocked. There are many rumors about this heretical skill in the world, but very few people have seen it with their own eyes. Most people just regard it as a legend. They didn't expect that they actually met one today.
"Please God**! Please God**!"
The green scarf believers made another noise, and all of them had excited expressions, as if they had seen a miracle.
"beat¡ª¡ª"
With a shout, the red scarf mage Chen Buyu's eyelids suddenly rolled up, and in his eyesThe whites of his eyes were left, which was very frightening.
¡°I, Lu Dongbin, am here, so why should the demons slay him quickly?¡±
Not only the eyes and expression have changed, but also the voice of speaking has changed. I saw "L¨¹ Dongbin" stop shouting, and use his hand to make a sword gesture. The long sword held by a disciple protecting the altar trembled continuously, and then he flew the sword out of its sheath, circled around the altar, and moved towards it like lightning. Qing Fen stabbed over.
Flying fairy with a sword? Is this really a martial art? Did I wake up the wrong way today? Qing Fen was stunned and didn't know what to say.
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