In 1942, the Central Plains suffered an extremely rare famine. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info accompanied by the famine was also ravaged by locusts and Japanese invaders, the emergence of this natural and man-made disaster, which led to the displacement of more than 30 million people in the entire central China as refugees, of which at least more than 3 million people died in this disaster.

In the same year, in the depths of the Qilian Mountains on the edge of Fukui Prefecture, in front of a simple thatched house, twelve people gathered. The costumes of these twelve people are quite peculiar, led by an old man dressed as a monk, this monk is eight feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, holding a two-meter-long demon-slaying pestle in one hand, and closing his eyes with one hand closed.

Although this demon pestle is a little bigger, it is not so strange that it makes people feel strange. What is strange is that the ring scars on the top of this monk's head are as many as twelve under the count. You must know that throughout the ages, even Shakyamuni, Bodhidharma Patriarch, and the Six Patriarchs Zen Master only have ten ring scars on their heads. The scar of this Buddhist sect is a symbol of the status of a Buddhist disciple, and it has strict and almost harsh requirements just like the number of backpacks of this beggar disciple.

Look again, the beggar-like person on the left of the monk is lying on the ground and gnawing on the flower chicken. The beggar was black, and mosquitoes and flies flew around, but none of them landed on him. The greasy hair was tied with countless knots, and the clothes on the body were ragged, but they were clutching and eating the flower chicken as if no one was around. A jade stick beside him was thrown on the ground so casually, and the strange thing was that there was a small green snake wrapped around the stick, spitting snake letters, and making a hissing sound. If you don't look closely, this little green snake and the green stick seem to be one.

Opposite the beggar, there was a middle-aged man who looked like a Taoist priest sitting on the lower right side of the monk, this Taoist priest tied his hair in a bun, with a hosta on the top of the bun, dressed in a blue robe, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, sitting in a precarious position, with his eyes open but not knowing what he was thinking. This Taoist priest has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his appearance is quite handsome, but the wooden bowl in his hand makes people afraid to look at it directly. Why do you say why, it turns out that this wooden bowl contains a pair of eyeballs, which are bloodshot, but they are still blinking in the bowl, as if they have seen something interesting.

Except for these three people, the remaining nine people all stood upright, without squinting, as if waiting for something. The remaining nine people were dressed as scholars, some were reckless in the green forest, and there was even a man in a military uniform with a shell gun hanging from his waist. If we try to find out what these twelve people have in common, it is difficult but not impossible. Look at the thumbs of the left hand of these twelve people, they all have the same bronze wrench, and this wrench is engraved with a small seal font. In this era of war and chaos, bizarre events emerge one after another, but few people pay attention to them. It's just that this group of people with different forms and unrelated people in the past gathered in this deep mountain and old forest, what is the matter?

But seeing that the great monk lifted the two-meter-long demon-slaying pestle with one hand, he slammed it into the ground. The demon pestle sank into the ground half a meter deep, and the great monk also opened his eyes, and said two words: "Okay!" ”

The beggar on the lower left also happened to finish eating the flower chicken at this time, and wiped the black greasy hands on his body a few times. Then he stretched out his right hand and flicked a brain melon on the head of the little snake that was still screaming, and the little snake's raised head immediately lowered, lying motionless on the jade stick, and no longer hissing. When the beggar had done this, he quickly got up from the ground, sat up cross-legged, and then said two words: "All right! ”

And the Taoist priest with his hair tied in a bun opposite the beggar turned the wooden bowl in his hand twice as if he were juggling, and the pair of eyes that were originally blinking disappeared immediately. I saw the Taoist priest buckle the wooden bowl into his arms and pull out a whisk from his back. This whisk of dust will be pulled out, and it will be different at a glance. If the eunuchs in the Buddhists, Taoists, and even the folk royal family use this dust whisk to count one by one, they have never seen this kind of dust. Not to mention that I have seen it, it is simply unheard of. This Taoist priest's dust-whisking handle turned out to be human bones, and the five finger bones at the bottom of the handle didn't know how to refine, clenching his fist-like shape, grabbing the black and shiny dust-whisking tail. The Taoist priest lowered his hand and held this different whisk, still unable to see what he was thinking, and then said two words: "Okay! ”

After that, the nine people who were originally standing also sat down one by one. One by one, as if reporting the number, they all said, "Okay! "Those two words.

"This trip is nine deaths, and I don't think I need to repeat it more. If anybody wants to quit, it's still too late. The monk spoke with a sense of not being angry and arrogant, and as soon as he said this, except for the two people who looked like beggars and Taoist priests, the rest began to talk about each other.

"Four-eight-nine!" After a while, no one talked about it, but I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a butcher, holding a pig-killing knife, standing up with both hands and fists, and saying to the monk: "I have nine rivers and eight vines, but there is no one who coaxes. It's just that this war is in chaos, and it is the year of changing the dynasty, so I think I should protect my life. As the saying goes, if you stay in the green mountains, you don't have to worry about no firewood, although my rotten life is not worth a penny, but I also want to die to get all its value. ”

"The most unaccustomed thing about my rhino horn spirit vine are those who have a righteous mouth and a bad stomach, but in fact they are greedy for life and afraid of death. I didn't have anything to say, but after these countless generations, none of our rhino horn spirit vines have fallen off the chain. I don't think that my generation has to lose the reputation of my ancestors, I don't have the ability, although my life is just like this, but as long as it is useful, I will not give up the sword mountain and the sea of fire. Before the butcher had sat down, and the monk had not yet spoken, he saw a man dressed as a teacher with gold-rimmed eyes who looked like Sven Wen stood up and spoke indignantly.

"What do you say? When Lao Tzu came out to mingle, you were still wearing fucking open crotch pants, do you believe that Lao Tzu will chop off your head and drink now? The butcher-looking man heard this, carrying a knife and scolding at the teacher-like man.

"Are you afraid that you won't succeed?" A sneer appeared on the corner of the teacher's mouth, his eyes gradually became cold, and he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of slender and white hands, as if he was not afraid at all.

"Sit down!" As the monk spat out these two words, the butcher-like man forcibly stopped the knife that had already slashed at the forehead of the teacher-like person. Although the knife was extremely close to the forehead, the wind from the downward chop even blew the bangs of the teacher-like man. But I didn't see any reaction from the man, and when I looked closely, I realized that the slender fingers of the teacher-like man had been inserted into the butcher's neck. A drop of bright red blood was flowing slowly down the slender finger.

The two men retracted their positions at the same time, and the butcher-like man returned to his original position. He wiped his neck, frothed at the ground, and glared at the teacher viciously. The teacher took out a white handkerchief, and without looking at the butcher, he wiped his fingers with great care.

"If you want to go, you can go now, now that you have all said it, then there is no need to worry. The mission of our generation is coming to an end, and it is not a relief. The monk let out a rare sigh, and then said, "If you want to stay, prepare and start." ”

Among the twelve, after listening to the monk's words, only one stood up. He bowed to the remaining eleven people one by one, lowered his head and asked, "Is there a request?" ”

"Take this out and give it to posterity. You don't need to worry about the rest, leave it to fate. I saw the monk take out a gilded box from his bosom, throw it to the man who bowed his head, and then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The man took the gilt box, and said no more, but turned away without looking back.

Note: "Four-eighty-nine" is a code language of the rivers and lakes, which is commonly known as the black language of the rivers and lakes, which means the boss. The "Nine Rivers and Eight Vines" and "Rhino Horn Spirit Vines" also belong to the secret words of the rivers and lakes, which respectively refer to those with the surname He and those with the surname Yang.