() Volume 10: The Dusty Mystery, Chapter 885: The Panic Caused by Ice Bullets (II)

The night always passes quickly, and if you close your eyes gently, the long night will pass quietly. **() When I open my eyes again, it has ushered in a new day.

After a long night of fighting, the war in the Golden Triangle has come to an end. In this protracted war, no one is the final winner, everyone is just a pawn that has been indulged. Wako's forces were uprooted, but Jida and Chacha also did not gain more benefits in this war, and the huge territory was coaxed away by the major forces. It can be said that Ji Da and Chacha worked in vain, making wedding clothes for others. For the two giants, such an outcome is unbearable for them, and it is foreseeable that the Golden Triangle will continue for a long period of chaos until Jida and Chacha will be reclaimed one by one by the territory that other forces have looted.

However, at that time, it will also be the time for the contradiction between Jida and Chacha to completely explode, the so-called one mountain can not accommodate two tigers, it used to be a three-legged relationship, no one dares to take the war lightly, lest the snipe and clam compete will make the fisherman profitable. Now that there are no concerns about this, there will only be one zài between Jida and Chacha, this is the law of survival, no one can violate it, if you don't eat people, you can only wait for others to eat you. This is what Daquan has been worried about, but now that things have been unchecked, no one can stop the war between Jida and Chacha anymore.

The Golden Triangle only needs one emperor.

After a night of bloody fighting, the allied forces of Taiguo, Laos and Vietnam were finally killed, but the losses caused by their sweep along the way were also irreparable. Due to Wake's ruthless play at the last moment, the poisonous plan of going up to the house and setting fire to the backyard, the armies of Jida and Chacha finally failed to rush over in time to stop the invasion of the Three Kingdoms Alliance, and only a few scattered resistance forces could not form an effective counterattack like a plate of scattered sand, and could not even delay the pace of the advance of the Three Kingdoms Alliance Army for a while, and finally the three armies were rampage all the way with tigers and wolves, and they rushed to the hinterland unscrupulously. The Triple Alliance Army was killing people and setting fires everywhere along the way, and the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and there was no crying and shouting behind them, only the fire in the sky was burning quietly, because wherever the coalition army passed, no matter people and animals, there was no living mouth. War is so cruel, to give others a chance is not to give yourself a chance, so the best choice to deal with the enemy is to kill them all. What morality, what compassion, in the face of war are fragile, it is not as thin as a layer of paper, and it can be torn lightly with a slight poke.

Fortunately, Jida and Chacha finally rushed back at the last moment, and the two of them raised their arms and shouted, and with their appeal and cohesion, they quickly gathered many nearby forces to participate in the self-defense war. Of course, it is not excluded that a few forces are watching the fire from the other side, or continue to eat dogs, but after all, there are only a few who have no overall situation, and more forces are sobering up, or they are quickly put aside their prejudices after being adjusted by Jida and Chacha, and unanimously turn the guns to the outside world.

This battle was fought in the dark, and almost half of the forces in the Golden Triangle participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Three Kingdoms Alliance, and after paying a great price, they finally killed the government coalition army and fled. Although the raging locusts have been successfully driven away, the damage they have brought has been irreparable, and in the face of the debris everywhere, Jida and Chacha can only worry. Since then, the strength of the Golden Triangle has been greatly reduced, and it is less than half of its heyday.

Overnight, the huge Golden Triangle was filled with gunsmoke, rivers of blood, and mourning everywhere.

On this night, the Golden Triangle was filled with a mournful atmosphere.

On the other hand, the war between the devil and the big circle also had to retreat strategically because the rescue troops of the Qing Gang and Hongmen arrived. In this battle, both the Devil and the Great Circle suffered great losses, but compared to the Devil, most of their losses were cannon fodder troops, and the main forces of the two teams of Python and Optimus were basically still intact, only the Hornets were wiped out in the battle with 11 of them. However, the big circle is the elite is exhausted, and the personnel has been reduced by 30%. It is impossible to swallow such a large circle of losses no matter what, and after converging the support forces of the Qing and Hong gangs, they will gather all the men and horses to chase and kill all the way, and they will not let the main forces of the two teams of Python and Qingtian go back alive.

The war between the Great Circle, the Green Gang, the Hongmen and the Devil has only just begun, and this qiē is all in the calculations of the Six Daos.

But no one knew that it wasn't just the war here that started out......

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The day after the battle, when the sky was just dawning, the thousand-year-old temple of the Dragon Kingdom, Songshan Shaolin Temple.

The thousand-year-old temple is still solemn and magnificent, but it has long since regained its peak. Thinking about the past, there were more than 10 million Shaolin believers in the north and south. However, since the burning of Shaolin in the fourth year of the Tang Dynasty, the first year of Jingyan in the Southern Song Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, the Southern Shaolin of Fujian Province was burned by Shi Yousan, a subordinate of the warlord Feng Yuxiang, after three destruction and two prosperity of the three dynasties. Since then, the Southern Shaolin, which has been around for thousands of years, has finally been burned down in the raging fire and can never be recovered. And a large number of ** and ancient martial arts hidden in the temple have also been lost, which is very regrettable. Only one North Shaolin was left, and now Songshan is no longer in its prime.

Time flies, as time goes by, today's Songshan Shaolin has gradually changed its taste. It is no longer a solemn ancient temple, but it has become a holy place for tourists and hawkers. Early in the morning, countless hawkers gather here to shout loudly, which is in stark contrast to the rows of ancient temples behind them that exude the vicissitudes of life. The people who come here are no longer devout believers, but more tourists with the mentality of watching the flowers and playing.

The sign of "female guests stopping" has long lost its role, and under the temptation of money, let alone female guests, even if it is not a man or a woman, you can enter and visit at will. The solemn atmosphere has long been annihilated in history, and the daily practice of martial arts by the monks has become a spectacle program, which has long lost its original flavor and the meaning of practice. It turns out that the magic of money is so great that even the monks who are empty of the four major can not resist the temptation of money, and they have fallen from the ordinary to the world.

One thought of heaven and one thought of hell, let me ask these monks who have shaved off 3,000 troubled silks, have they really had a pure spiritual platform and are mostly empty?

On the stone steps of the Shaolin Ancient Road, Tianxing sighed softly, I don't know whether it was heartache for the fall of the thousand-year-old temple, or for the sake of today's monks and non-monks, guests and non-guests. Tianxing does not understand the way of Buddhism, and his understanding of Buddhism only stays at the literal meaning of a few obscure paragraphs. But looking at the rows of ancient temples in front of them that are still solemn, and then looking back at the hawkers shouting everywhere behind them, it turns out that the four major empty and thousands of red dust are separated by a line, how can the monks keep that little bit of purity in their hearts?

Shaking his head, taking this emotion into his heart, Tianxing continued to climb the stairs.

When I came to the Shaolin gate, there was only one little novice standing here. This little monk is only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a few ring scars on his bare head, two palms together in front of his chest, his eyes slightly closed, and his mouth moving as if he was silently reciting which paragraph**. He ignored the people who came and went next to him, but because of his cute appearance, a few early tourists wanted to take a photo with him, and the little monk was like a wood carving at his disposal.

As the sky walked near, the little monk opened his eyes slightly as if he had sensed it and glanced at him. The eyes of the little monk in Tianxing are clear and bright, and there are no impurities, and he can't help but praise in his heart, it turns out that Shaolin is not in decline. When the little monk saw Tianxing, his eyes lit up, and he bowed slightly to Tianxing, and then turned around without saying a word, and continued to walk silently around the wall outside the courtyard. Tianxing raised a little, and no longer hesitated to follow.

A little monk walked in front with his palms together, his eyes slightly closed, and his head bowed. A man of about fifty years of age, with extraordinary demeanor and temperament, followed behind him with his hands behind his back, as if he were casually exploring the scenery. Neither of them spoke, as if they had a tacit understanding, one leading the way and the other following. No one came to disturb me along the way, and the sound of the monks' morning classes could be heard in the distance.

Far away from the shouting of the hawkers, the hustle and bustle of tourists, the only thing left is the evening drum and morning bell, listening to the faint hearing of bursts of morning class chanting, which suddenly makes people feel extremely calm and peaceful. This is the real Shaolin, a holy place far away from worldly strife.

I don't know how long I walked, the little monk took Tianxing to a small door, this is a wooden door that is some years old, the red paint on it has long been peeled off, and the two copper rings on the door do not know how many people have been caught, the surface is already black, only the frequent bumps can barely see a little copper.

The little monk grabbed a copper ring and slammed it lightly on the wooden door, making a dull sound. He only bumped it three times before letting go of his hand, and put his palms together again, lowering his head, and I don't know which paragraph he was reading.

Soon, the wooden door creaked open from the inside. At this time, Tianxing's face showed a trace of surprise, he didn't hear the sound of someone coming to open the door?

As the wooden door opened, there appeared behind the door the figure of an old monk with a sad face, this old monk looked to be seventy or eighty years old, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, and his old monk's robe had been washed white, but it still looked quite clean.

The little monk respectfully bowed to the old monk who opened the door, and the old monk also saluted him with both palms together, and then turned sideways to make a way. The little monk walked in without saying a word, and Tianxing followed in after a deep groan. When passing by the old monk's side, Tianxing suddenly looked at him as if he had a sense, but the old monk still looked like he was about to die, as if even a gust of wind could blow him down. After Tianxing glanced at him twice, he put away his gaze and continued to follow the little monk deeply, until they were far away, the old monk slowly closed the wooden door again, and then picked up the broom that was resting on the side and continued to sweep the invisible dust on the ground.

If Tianxing was still here, he would definitely be able to notice that every time the old monk swept the floor, there was a certain supreme artistic conception of martial arts.

It turns out that this independent small courtyard is the real and unknown Shaolin.

Thank you Xiaojie for reminding me, the original chapter of chapter 882 is repeated, and the previous chapter should be chapter 884, but it can't be changed, so let's skip directly to chapter 885 here, and hereby explain.

Volume 10: The Dusty Mystery: Chapter 885: The Panic Caused by Ice Bullets (Part II)