In the fourteenth year of Tianbao, the south of Chang'an City in Xijing, the end of Nanshan, and the moon was empty. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A caravan took advantage of the hazy moonlight to weave its way along a rugged mountain road.

The bells of the camels were removed, and only the dull sound of hooves echoed through the empty valley.

"Quick, faster!"

An anxious urging in a Persian accent came from the caravan.

"My lord, the mountain road is steep, and it's night, so it's better to be careful!"

"Someone in front of you to get out of the way, follow him!"

A nine-foot-tall man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, walking like a fly, walked at the front of the camel team. The big man had a machete in his hand and struggled his way through the thorny jungle.

The camel caravan slowly moved forward along the road driven by the big man, and was thrown out seven or eight feet away by the big man.

Zhongnan Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, the peaks and peaks are undulating, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, the jungle is dense, the fierce beasts are rampant, and the pedestrians are discouraged, it is a natural barrier in the southwest direction of Chang'an.

There is a small road in the mountain, which goes directly to Chencang County a hundred miles away, and can pass through Shudi to the south through Chencang, and can pass Shuo Fang Lingbao to the west. However, this path is not strictly a "road", but only a direction in the mountains, and pedestrians must follow this direction to make a temporary path. The climate of Zhongnan Mountain is mild, the vegetation is lush, and the road that was temporarily opened up was soon lost in the grass and trees, and it was difficult to distinguish.

After heavy rains in the summer, the rocks collapsed, and the path was completely blocked, leaving pedestrians to choose a new direction. If you choose the wrong direction, you can only fight the wall in the Zhongnan Mountain, and you will either starve to death or be devoured by tigers, leopards and jackals.

Therefore, the path in the Zhongnan Mountain is regarded as a dangerous road by the world. Only local hunters and herb pickers dare to take the plunge, and only during the day. At night, the mountains become a world of tigers, leopards and jackals.

In fact, there is an official road that goes around the mountain from the northwest direction of Zhongnan Mountain, connecting Chang'an and Jiannan Western Regions. The road is smooth and wide, one station in five miles, one village in ten miles, densely populated, and there are many shops, which is very prosperous. Business travelers from the Western Regions and Sichuan all enter and exit Chang'an from this official road, although the itinerary is farther, but it is very safe and smooth. In order to protect the trade exchanges between Chang'an and the countries of the Western Regions, the Tang Dynasty stationed troops on this official road, set up checkpoints, and collected protection fees.

However, business travelers from the north and south are happy to pay the protection fee for the area. Those caravans from the Western Regions to Chang'an were not small businesses, and the goods carried by any caravan were worth tens of thousands. It's well worth paying a small sum of money in exchange for safe access.

Tonight, this caravan from the Western Regions did not take the official road, they broke into the dangerous and unpredictable Zhongnan Mountain!

They are not lost!

This caravan is from Chang'an!

That is to say, before this, they had entered Chang'an through the official road, and they were very clear about the direction and path of the official road.

However, when they left Chang'an, they chose the path in the Zhongnan Mountain!

They are deliberately avoiding official roads!

I don't know what reason makes them think that the rugged and dangerous path in the Zhongnan Mountains is safer than the wide official road!

Under the moonlight, the strange silhouettes of the mountains and forests are like giant beasts and ghosts, which makes people shudder.

On the opposite cliff, a long wolf howl sounded.

The camel was so frightened that it stopped, and the man who pulled the camel trembled.

"Let's go! No stops! In the caravan, the restless Persian accent sounded again.

"My lord, blue wolf!" The voice trembled in reply.

There are tigers and leopards in Zhongnan Mountain, but what people fear the most is the blue wolf!

The blue wolves are the spirits of Jungnan Mountain, and they not only have formidable iron teeth and steel claws, but they are also said to have the ability to listen to the wind and arrange their troops. The blue wolf never acts alone, as little as a dozen, as many as dozens, or even hundreds of them act together, they can smell the smell of people from a hundred miles away, with the help of the mountain shape of Zhongnan Mountain, dispatch troops, set up ambushes, and launch a deadly attack on the comers.

Most of the people who broke into Zhongnan Mountain became the belly of the blue wolf.

The caravan did not follow the urging of the Persian accent, and all of them stopped and looked around in horror and at their companions.

Legend has it that the wolves of Zhongnan Mountain can transform into rocks and trees, crouch on both sides of the road, and they can even transform into human form, blend into the crowd, stand beside you, and suddenly tear your throat with steel teeth, and pull out your internal organs with sharp claws!

"Why haven't you arrived at Langa Temple yet?" The Persian accent trembled a little.

The big man in front of the team snorted, raised his knife and fell, and a poplar tree with a thick bowl mouth broke in response, and the trunk with complicated branches and leaves slammed into the surrounding trees and fell.

Where the poplar tree is upside down, a mountain cliff is revealed, and under the cliff, a temple is faintly visible, which is very abrupt in the moonlight.

"The Bodhisattva is ahead!" In the night, the screams of the Persian accent echoed: "No wolf spirit or ghost dares to go wild in front of the Bodhisattva!"

Bodhisattvas can ward off evil spirits and drive away wolves!

The people were in high spirits, led the camels, and ran all the way to the temple.

It is a small temple in the mountains, in front of the low and dilapidated mountain gate, there is a mottled and cracked plaque, the gold paint of the plaque is peeled off, the handwriting is mottled, it is full of cobwebs, the moonlight shines on the plaque, and the three words "Langa Temple" can be vaguely distinguished.

Compared with those majestic temples in Chang'an City, this Langa Temple located under the mountain cliff is not a temple at all, at best it can only be regarded as a mountain firewood house for meditation and practice, the mountain gate is toppling, the temple wall is full of vines on all sides, through the empty temple door, it is faintly visible that there is a half-collapsed god statue on the shrine, and it is impossible to see whether it is a Bodhisattva or a mountain god.

The Persian accent was relieved: "This is what Orion called the Langa Temple!" ”

There was an exclamation from the crowd: "Blue wolf! The blue wolf is coming! ”

Countless pairs of blue light, wandering through the surrounding jungle.

That's a wolf's eye!

The caravan was surrounded by wolves.

"Draw your sword!" A piercing scream came from a Persian accent.

Before the words fell, several black shadows with terrifying blue light jumped out of the jungle, like birds, jumped over everyone's heads, and disappeared into the trees opposite. As the shadow passed, there was a wail from the crowd, and the three hunchmen fell to the ground.

Under the moonlight, the eyes of the camel hands who fell to the ground were wide open, and their hollow eyes revealed extreme terror, their throats had been torn, and they were drenched in blood, and they were already exhausted.

With a strange cry in the Persian accent, he ran away and rushed into the Langa Temple, and everyone whistled and followed the Persian accent into the Langa Temple.

Only the big man with a machete in his hand was left to open the way, standing on the steps in front of the temple like an iron tower, not moving at all.

On the cliff, a long and mournful wolf howl sounded again.

In the jungle, the flickering blue light began to move rapidly, like an army arraying its troops.

A gust of wind rose, the mountains and forests roared, the shadows of the trees swayed, and eight black shadows with terrifying blue light, with the sound of the wind, rushed towards the Hu people in front of the temple gate.

In front of the mountain gate, the sword light flickered, and blood splattered.

Four black shadows fell limply in front of Hu's body, and the other four flashed into the jungle, leaving four trails of blood.

"Not a wolf! It's people! The big man looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter stopped abruptly, his body staggered, and he fell to the ground, without a sound.

In the jungle, a gloomy voice came out: "Leave no mouth alive!" ”

Countless black shadows leaped out of the jungle and rushed into the Langa Temple.

There was a sudden scream in the Langa Temple!

Amidst the screams, a desperate cry in a Persian accent was heard: "Who are you?" ”

A tall, thin figure walked out of the jungle and came to the temple gate, the figure was dressed in a black robe, tightly wrapped all over, and wore a wolf-like mask on its face.

In the main hall, someone lit a torch, and under the light of the fire, the ground was full of dead and wounded, most of them were already in a different place, only a Persian in a white robe and a disc head, leaning against the shrine, his chest had been pierced by a steel knife, blood gushed out, staining the robe, and there was still a breath of air.

Around the dead body, dozens of men dressed in black and wearing masks stood, all holding sharp blades, blood dripping from the blades.

"It doesn't matter who we are!" The wolf-type mask sneered: "The important thing is, you deserve to die!" ”

"It's you!" The Persian smiled wryly.

"Now that you recognize it, please hand it over!" The wolf-shaped mask shouted: "Kusmanu, you avoid the official road and break into this Zhongnan Mountain, you are killing yourself!" Even if I don't kill you, you won't be able to get out of this Zhongnan Mountain! To tell you the truth, I arranged the Orion to show you the way! It is to lead you to this Langa Monastery! This is the hinterland of Zhongnan Mountain, and if a few people die, they will be eaten by wolves, and no one will pursue it! But as long as you hand over that thing, I can keep you from dying! ”

The Persians gave a bleak smile: "The Buddha has appeared!" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The Persian's eyes widened, he looked up at the top of the shrine, and said no more!

On the shrine, on the mutilated statue of the god, there was a sudden blinding light!

The light emanated from the idol's chest, and at first, it was just a dot, like a speck of light shining through the moonlight.

However, the spot of light was expanding, and the brightness was also increasing, and in an instant, a huge circle of light was formed, illuminating the Langa Temple as if it were day.

The wolf-type mask was stunned.

A gray dot appears in the center of the aperture.

As the aperture expands, the gray dot gradually reveals its form, with arms and legs, like a human figure.

"The Bodhisattva has appeared!" The men in black exclaimed in unison, but they didn't move, they were all frightened and froze on the spot, and some of them fell to their knees and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the gray shadow in the circle of light.

With a roar, the circle of light suddenly disappeared, and the temple fell into the haze of night again, only the moonlight cast a mottle on the shrine through the broken walls.

In the mottled moonlight, in front of the broken statue, there was a man!

The man was pale, emaciated, dressed in a strange short dress, with a white round-necked shirt on the top and a pair of blue leggings on the bottom, and was dressed very much like the uncivilized North Hu Dongdi.

The wolf-shaped mask let out a howl: "He is not a bodhisattva, kill him!" ”

The man in black who was kneeling on the ground jumped to his feet, brandished his blade and rushed to the shrine, slashing his sword all at once.