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Chapter 18: The Dance of the Demons (1)

"Hmph, if you still want to live, I'll send you to the west right away, and the Sedanzakin cymbals will be combined. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info lamas swarmed up. The sound of shouting, the clashing of swords, the sound of blood, the sound of blades cutting into flesh, all mingled.

Night falls from where the sun rises, and the sheep in the sky have returned home, revealing the naked sky.

One by one, the figures fell, there were Tibetans and Han Chinese, they fought each other before they died, but they slept together after they died. There will never be hatred between them anymore. The green ghost fire burning in the darkness was the eyes of the wolves, who gathered around the dead corpses, waiting for dinner. A group of vultures, which eat dead bodies, hovered in the sky and were ready to feast.

Zhao Jin and Lei Benlie stood back to back, and the people of the Sakya sect formed a circle and surrounded them inside.

Lei Benlie was already stained with blood at this time as if he had been fished out of the red dye vat, and he said breathlessly: "I can't imagine that I, Lei Benlie, have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for half my life, and I actually made a meal for these beasts." After speaking, there was a slender and long sigh, like the hair of a first lover, spreading all the way and not breaking. Like a rabbit's tail skimming over the autumn field, hurrying by.

I didn't expect this usually swaggering man to let out such a sigh. People often feel that death is only a momentary thing when there is no threat of death, everyone has to go through it, no matter how ordinary, but when death slowly comes, fear will envelop them. Especially those who are not ready to die. Death is a wonderful thing.

He didn't want to die, he still thought about his son like a little tiger, a gentle wife like a doe, and a kind mother like a bodhisattva. He didn't want to die, it was so terrible to die, he couldn't even feel the pain, it was pitch black, there was nothing, it was too lonely, it was too lonely. He didn't want to die.

Just when the Sakya faction was about to make a move on Zhao Jin and the others, a black shadow flashed out of the darkness, like a ghost, which could only be said to be weird. Walking straight towards everyone, those wild wolves, those vultures, seeing the ghostly black shadows, no longer attached to those delicious meats, hurried away.

It's now a completely human world. No, it can't be said to be the human world. Because people don't know what that dark shadow is.

Is it a human, is it a ghost? Such questions are like this black shadow, flickering in the hearts of everyone.

"Who," Sedanza asked first. Because now Zhao Jin doesn't care about these issues at all.

"The Great Compassion King Bodhisattva sat down as a messenger. The shadow said in a dark voice that seemed to come from a hole in the ground.

Several Sakya disciples had already knelt down and chanted Buddhist scriptures towards the dark shadow. They can understand Chinese. The rest of the lamas didn't know what to do, and some of them learned from those people to kneel. Some looked at Sedanza, and Sedanza was already a monk who was already the second at this time, and he couldn't figure his head.

He continued: "Bold fanatics, who dare to pretend to be the messenger of the Jizo King Bodhisattva in front of your Buddha grandfather, who are you here to take to hell?

"Those who deserve to go to hell go to hell, and those who deserve to go to heaven go to heaven. The man continued.

Sedanza shouted loudly for the kneeling lamas to get up, saying that the messenger in front of him was a fake. In Tibetan, of course. But the messenger is often more powerful than people, and the "messenger" also opened his mouth in Tibetan, saying: "You chant sutras and chant Buddha on weekdays, and claim to be the son of my Buddha, but the golden cymbals in your hands do not play Buddhist music, but are used to kill people." You don't purify all sentient beings, but you come to the Great Song Dynasty to slaughter the Song people, you are really guilty, but the sea of suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha on the ground. It is too late for you to repent now, or you will go to hell and suffer all the suffering, and then you will not be able to live forever. ”

Lei Benlie asked Zhao Jin, "Old Zhao, what do you say this man in black is talking about to these tartars?"

"Fuck, whatever they say. "Zhao Jin has no mind to do anything.

The people of Tibet claim to be the people of the Buddha, and their trust in the Buddha has reached a point where there is no additional value. The shadow had spoken a few Buddhist words to them, and they had already bowed to them. Of course, the most important thing is that the black shadow says that the lamas know Tibetan.

The lamas fell to their knees and recited Buddhist scriptures for the dead. Only Sedanza was standing. He knew that those people would not listen to him anymore. Sedanza struck the black shadow with a palm, his palm was not ordinary, it was the "Three Swords of Fire Cloud" created by the Sakya sect

A palm went out like a flame burning in the dark, and the surroundings were illuminated like daylight, and the black shadow responded with a palm, and when the palms touched, the sound of touching a huge sound was like two rolling stones colliding together. This palm is called three knives, of course, it has to be hit three times, and the flames are bigger and bigger each time, and that is the internal force that Sedanzha uses more than one time, and each time it is more ruthless.

At this time, Sedanza had already made up his mind that this man in black was here to meet these Mingjiao people. The man in black is also a Mingjiao person. But it was too late to realize, because the palm had already wounded him, and the smell of blood came from his mouth. And the man in black didn't seem to be affected at all.

Sedanza knew that if he resisted any longer, there was only one result waiting for him: death.

Seeing the man in black rescue Zhao Jin and Lei Benlie, who were supposed to be killed by him, Sedanzha didn't understand why the man in black, who had unfathomable martial arts, didn't kill him. Is it really the messenger of the Jizo King Bodhisattva, who does not kill?

One by one, the lamas were still reciting the Buddhist scriptures with their eyes closed. It's like nothing is happening right in front of your eyes. Their hearts are now full of Buddhas, and they are full of happy feelings.

Seeing tens of thousands of taels of gold flying, how could Sedanza be willing. But if you are unwilling, you can't beat the man in black. In this world, whoever has high martial arts skills will be effective when he speaks.

Just as the Mingjiao people were about to go far, a familiar voice came into Sedanza's ears: "Walk slowly." Sedanza's heart suddenly became happy, because it was the head of the Sakya faction, the national teacher of the Tubo State "Luosang Mo".

Lobsang Mo hangs two Buddha statues made of stone hanging from his earlobes, and the two heavy Buddha statues have stretched his earlobes bigger than ordinary people's ears for many years, looking like the "long-eared Arhats" on Buddhist murals.

Luo Sang Mo stood behind those Mingjiao people. It was a gesture of complete confidence, and he wanted to make those people feel the tension of the master standing behind him.

The man in black did feel uncomfortable, felt a cool air coming from his back, and was uncomfortable to see by Luosang Mo's mysterious eyes.

"I have heard for a long time that there are many talents in the Ming Sect, and among these talents, in addition to Han Ju, the sect leader who can control the Ming Sect at a young age, the most powerful is the former champion Lang, who can speak several languages, and today he sits in the second position of the Ming Sect and the right envoy of the light "Xiang Yannan". Today, when I saw it, it was really a trick, and I, the pious people of the Buddha, were deceived by you as a false messenger. Even my junior brother Sedanza has been deceived by you. ”

Sedanza said: "I did not let him be deceived, I know that he is not a messenger, but a member of the Ming Sect, but I don't know who he is. ”

Luo Sang Mo smiled contemptuously in the dark, no one saw it, he laughed to himself. Luo Sang Mo said: "Then do you know why he didn't kill you?"

"I really can't think of this, I used the internal force of my whole body, but he was dissolved by a light blow, and injured me, this person's martial arts must be far above me, the evil is that he just doesn't kill me. Sedanza said.

"Have you ever seen a wolf in the grassland that does not eat sheep? If a wild wolf does not eat sheep, it is by no means that he has eaten enough, and even if the wild wolf is full, he will bite the sheep to death. And now, Xiang Yannan, the cunning wolf, has rescued his companion, he has eaten enough, and there is only one reason why he doesn't want to bite your little sheep to death, this wild wolf has been injured. Lobsang Mo said to Sedanza.

A plug in Sedanza's heart suddenly made Luosang Mo get through. He patted himself on the head and said, "I said, why didn't he kill me, it turned out that he was also injured, and these Han people are treacherous." ”

Xiang Yannan tore off the black sleeve on his head and said, "The national teacher is really discerning, he can see that I am injured, I don't know how you can see it." ”

Luo Sang Mo turned the Buddha bead in his hand and said to him: "When the right envoy first came out, it seemed to come out of thin air in this darkness, which shows the depth of your internal strength. But after you and my junior brother fought three times, although it seemed that my junior brother was seriously injured, you were not injured, but you could see that when you left, you were no longer as magical as when you first came. So I conclude that you are also injured. ”

It turned out that Luosang Mo had been waiting here for a long time, but he didn't come out.

"The national teacher is really powerful, he actually hid in the dark to watch a good show, and treated us and others as monkeys. Xiang Yannan said.

"Master Tong said that you have the talent of the world, and when I saw it today, it was true, he was very concerned about you, and said that I wanted to take off your head with my own hands and hand it to him, and he wanted to see how your head grew. ”

"Oh, I wonder how much my head is worth to your master?"

"It's not much, it's enough for us to use the country of Tibet for three years. ”

"Haha, my old classmate is really willing to spend a lot of money to kill me. ”

"I have to make it clear to you, that Tong Jing is just my partner, not my master, and will never be my master. Just like you, the Great Song Dynasty, will never become the master of my Tubo country. "When Luosang Mo heard Xiang Yannan actually say that he was Tong Jing's minion, how could Luosang Mo, who was so arrogant as the Himalayas, not be angry.

It is not easy to defeat a proud person spiritually, because they can withstand any indifference and praise, and there is only one way to defeat them. That is to speak of their pride as a kind of lowliness. Luosang Mo's spiritual defense line has been broken by Xiang Yannan's inadvertent words.

Luo Sang Mo continued: "I, the country of Tibet, live on the top of the plateau, the closest place to the sky, and have been taught by the Buddha for generations, and I am the most noble person. As early as the Tang Dynasty, my Tubo conquered your Han people and captured your capital Chang'an. He Tong Jing is a thing, not even a real person, why should he be my master. I am just the one who killed your Great Song Dynasty, and earned the silver of your Great Song Dynasty for our use in the Tibetan Kingdom. When the time is ripe, you will use your silver as your military salary and conquer the land of your Great Song Dynasty. "Lobsang Mo is a natural orator. As he spoke, he became excited. It was as if the scenes he described of conquering the Great Song Dynasty and bringing all the people to submit to his feet were right in front of him.

The night has completely covered the earth, and there are two green flames dancing on the Pingchuan Road, it is not a wolf, but Luosang Mo. Luosang Mo looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky, and let out a long wolf howl. The bright moon instantly changed to look like a young widow who had just died, her face was pale and pale, the sky slowly darkened a lot, and the wolf howls in the distance came and went, for a long time.

"Hear it, this is the voice of my Tubo country, we are wolves, we are wolves that eat meat, you Da Song are sheep, wolves are born to eat sheep, sheep are born to be eaten by wolves. ”

Xiang Yannan didn't expect that Luosang Mo, who often meditates and meditates hard, would be so easily excited. Like a wild monkey in a cage.

"Your Great Song Dynasty has always said that our Tubo Kingdom is not as good as you, so it's good, I don't use the martial arts of other sects today, just use my self-created 'Flame Knife' to convince your dead heart.

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