When everyone was still immersed in the joy of the New Year, the disaster of demonic obstacles suddenly appeared, or it can be said that disasters always appear when there is no preparation. Along with a sound similar to the sound of broken energy, a huge ferocious bird fell from the sky and descended to the world.
It opened its sharp claws and grabbed a man's shoulder, then tore the man apart like tofu.
Blood and organs exploded.
It splashed on the ground and on the people around.
Emit heat.
Next to him were his parents with graying temples. They had just been talking about the New Year. The man said that he had earned some money this year, and he wanted to buy his parents some nice things for the New Year, such as a bottle of good wine and some cloth to make some fashionable clothes. His parents were reluctant to see their child spend money, and after a few words, the man became a little annoyed and bought things on his own. His parents followed behind him, feeling a little embarrassed.
Enough is enough, the clothes at home can still be worn.
The same goes for drinking wine that costs three or five cents.
This is the time when you should be saving money, so you can't be so lavish.
Then in the blink of an eye he died here.
After his mother was stunned, she almost instinctively pounced on her bloody son. Another ferocious bird swooped down. The old man with a slightly hunched back picked up a stool from a nearby stall and smashed it with a roar, blocking his wife and children. Then he was torn to pieces. The white-haired and wrinkled woman had tears in her eyes, and the third one fell to the ground.
The tragedy happened in an instant, and the entire street went from being festive and joyful at the beginning to a state of terrible panic.
People were pulling their children or running wildly, with panic in their eyes. Such scenes appeared simultaneously in more than 200 markets in the entire Zhongzhou city. The tragic blood color stained such a majestic city. Fierce monsters fell from the sky, tearing people's flesh and blood, and destroying their bodies at will.
People fled in panic and hid in the houses, but they soon discovered that, not to mention the thatched roofs of ordinary poor people, even the houses of rich families with brick and stone structures and crossbeams could not withstand the drilling of these demons. The shivering man who was hiding in the house holding his child looked up and saw cracks in the bricks and stones.
Fear appeared in his eyes, and the child asked: "Daddy, the house is moving..."
"Nothing, it's okay."
He forced a smile, then held the child in his arms and turned around with his back facing outside.
A huge ferocious bird swooped down, and the man's face turned pale. Suddenly, an invisible aura swept over him.
In an instant, the ferocious bird turned into a pool of flesh and blood.
A talisman appeared in the room, and the white-haired old Taoist held a sword and said, "Don't move."
"Stay within the range of the talisman."
"You are..."
The man's eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and before he could ask any questions, the old Taoist from Lianyang Temple rushed out again.
The long sword sweeps across to slay demons and monsters, and the talisman sweeps out to disperse the foul air, ensuring temporary safety.
Before the Taoist innate Qi, the first thing to do is to retrieve the life treasure. Once the three elements are complete, the Taoist's state will always remain at the peak of condensing the innate Qi, and will not decline due to age. But even so, there is still a limit. The old Taoist's talismans are constantly being exhausted, and he knows very well that this is no longer a problem that a Taoist priest with only innate Qi can handle.
Even a real person would not be able to resolve such a disaster that had been planned for a long time to wipe out a city with millions of people.
However, how can we just stand by and watch what is happening in the world and the people in the world?
It can't be done, but it has to be so.
It is worth the two hundred years of practicing Taoism.
"The sky is bright and the foul air is dispersed!"
The old Taoist chopped with his sword.
He tried his best to save people, even though his strength was weak, he was able to save people after all. Cultivation requires cultivation of the mind, and the Tao has never been ruthless.
After discovering that their own houses could not shelter them, more people instinctively chose to run to temples and Taoist temples.
There is a Jueming Temple in the capital of Zhongzhou. The temple is extremely large and quite luxurious. It has Buddhist halls and palaces. Inside, there are thousands of Buddha statues and golden bodies of Buddha, which are extremely exquisite and can be called treasures. At this moment, people are flocking here and want to come in, but at this time, the door of the temple is closed.
People were outside crying and banging on doors.
The door could not be opened, the monks looked miserable, the old abbot sighed, and suddenly a noisy sound was heard.
"What are you arguing about?!"
"Ah, the abbot."
"this..."
Many young monks made way, and a tall monk with a greasy face and a greedy face came over. He held a Buddhist bead in his hand, frowned for a long time, raised his hand to push away the monks around him, walked up to the old monk, and said rudely: "Master, what are you doing? Why don't you open the door!"
"You're going to watch someone die without helping?!"
The old host said sadly, "The wing rooms and guest rooms are already packed with people."
"All the monks are here. If they give the houses to the people, demons will fall from the sky."
"The houses in the temple have been contaminated by the aura of incense for a long time, and they can still resist a little. Without the shelter of the houses, the common people who come here will die, and it will attract more demons. In that case, the people hiding in the houses will also die... Zhenjing, do you want to save some people, or arrogantly want to save everyone, but end up killing everyone? Do you understand the choice?"
"The Buddhist disciples still have the strength to fight and will protect those hiding in this temple."
The abbot, Zhen Jing, remained silent, then suddenly cursed, "Stupid bald ass!"
"I have a solution!"
He turned around and suddenly strode forward, actually going directly to the Thousand Buddha Hall. Immediately, there was a sound of shattering, and the sound of Buddha statues shattering could be heard. The monk actually smashed all the Buddha statues that had been enshrined for a thousand years, and then threw them out of the hall like garbage.
In the end, he did not give up and ran straight to the main hall. The old monk was startled, then horrified, and said:
"Ma-jing, what are you going to do?!"
"do what?"
The monk laughed loudly, and many monks were frightened and ran over. They were immediately shocked to see the monk carrying the Buddha statue from the main hall on his back. He walked out step by step with his eyes raised. Because he was carrying the Buddha, no one dared to stop him and let him walk out. He said:
"Practice Buddhism and save the world!"
"Isn't there a house now? Hahahaha, old man, you are still not as smart as me."
"Why don't you let me be the host!"
"The Thousand Buddha Hall has received incense from the common people for thousands of years. Disciples, take the statues of the Buddhas and engrave the Buddhist scriptures to form a great formation!"
"yes!"
The monk Zhenjing laughed loudly: "My disciple, open the door!"
The young monks hurried over to open the gate, and people rushed in, pushing and shoving each other, hoping to squeeze themselves in. It was chaotic and noisy, with people crying, shouting, yelling, and so on. It was extremely chaotic. They all wanted the people in front of them to fall behind them, but suddenly they heard a roar:
"If you make any more trouble, I will throw you all out, smash you to the ground, and grind you into pulp to attract the demons!"
Everyone was so frightened that their hearts seemed to stop beating. They turned around and saw a monk standing there. It was the abbot of the temple.
He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"The Buddhist disciples formed a stick formation, with the youngest going first, then the young people, and finally the old people."
An old man who was drunk said indignantly: "Why?! Isn't it said to respect the elderly and love the young?"
Zhen Jing sneered, "You have already lived for several decades, and you don't have many years left to live. Young people still have several decades to live. Are you going to go in and leave the young people to die outside?"
The old man was startled and angrily asked, "What kind of monk are you!"
The monk cursed back: "I am a monk like this, come or not, if you don't want to come, get out!"
Finally, the people nearby who were able to come here alive were accommodated in the temple. The monks crushed the statues in the Thousand Buddha Hall and used these statues that had absorbed thousands of years of incense to write Buddhist scriptures. They put pen to paper on the walls and pillars of the temple. The dignified Buddhist destiny was upright and honest. Zhen Jing stood outside the temple gate with his eyes closed, his expression calm and his shoulders relaxed.
The Buddha statue in the main hall fell heavily to the ground, blocking the mountain gate.
The Buddha is compassionate and is looking ahead.
Zhen Jing held a long iron staff, with monks, some young and some not so young, behind him. He said:
"Everyone, form a formation."
"yes!"
With so many people making such a loud noise, they attracted many monsters while fleeing. Zhen Jing opened his eyes slightly, roared, and brandished a long stick to kill the monsters. The long stick was swung with great heaviness and domineering power. It was a compassionate Buddhism, but with such a heavy weapon, it was a blunt weapon specially designed to break armor. His martial arts had reached the first-rate level in the world.
The realm of Buddhism is equivalent to the innate qi of Taoism, and one can also be the abbot of a temple.
Even a demon covered in scales would not be able to withstand his full-strength blow and would be beaten into bloody pieces.
At this moment, he was holding a stick in front to block the demons and blocked most of the attacks. Many disciples were assisting on both sides, but the demons were too fierce. When there was foul air everywhere, there was clear air here, just like a fire in the darkness, extremely obvious. The demons kept killing one layer after another, almost without stopping.
Gradually, casualties occurred among the young monks as well.
A monk screamed, and was caught by the demon while swinging his stick. He was then dragged over and eaten up in an instant. The monks paused, and Zhen Jing shouted angrily, sweeping the round stick in his hand, and his own Buddhist aura surged: "Hold steady!"
"Hold on!"
"Buddhism is happiness in nirvana, no suffering, no suffering..."
Zhen Jing gritted his teeth, and swung the iron rod in his hand like a dragon to defeat the demons. The monks resisted the demons for more than an incense stick of time, but before the scripture was finished, a woman's voice suddenly rang out: "Help, Master, Master, help..."
Many monks saw a woman stumbling towards them, with many injuries on her body, almost dying.
She was holding a child in her arms.
When she saw the monks over there, her eyes lit up. Before the child was held up by a ferocious wolf, she raised her hand and threw the child to the monks in front. At this time, even though she knew something was wrong, Zhen Jing still subconsciously stepped forward, swept the weapon in her hand, smashed the heads of several wolves, grabbed the child with her left hand, and immediately felt a sharp pain in her wrist.
The child hugged him tightly and bit his wrist hard.
It actually bit through the Buddha's body.
Zhen Jing lowered his head in a daze and saw that the child was infected with miasma and evil spirits. There were wounds on his neck that exposed the bones. It was obvious that he had been killed a long time ago. He raised his head and saw that the woman had peeled off her own skin, revealing a mandrill-like appearance. Zhen Jing's body trembled slightly, and he roared like a lion, and the sound pushed back the demons several steps.
He took a few steps back and lowered his head, and saw that there was still fear on the child's face. Although he was possessed by a demon and was in a state of neither life nor death, he still looked up at the monk. There was still a trace of humanity left, and tears of fear in his eyes.
I saw an evil-repelling object woven with five-colored silk threads on her wrist.
Zhen Jing had a miserable look on his face, his left hand was being bitten by the demon, and he raised his right hand and gently pressed it on the child's face.
"Feel sorry……"
The bright energy of Buddhism is vibrating.
It directly dispersed the child's energy.
The demon that was biting his wrist did not let go. This was a demon that was specifically designed to destroy his body. He could feel the miasma entering his body through his wrist, and the bite was so strong that his bones were visible. The monk was silent, and suddenly snatched the sword from a disciple and chopped off his wrist with one blow.
The expressions of many monks changed suddenly.
Zhen Jing held the knife in his right hand, blocked the blood flow with his body, and said angrily: "Form a formation!"
On that day, Jueming Temple held off the demons that attacked like mountains and seas for nearly an hour. In the end, the entire temple was written with Buddhist scriptures. When the formation was completed, it gave off a warm Buddhist atmosphere and temporarily blocked the miasma and evil spirits. Only six of the monks who were trying to stop them outside were left alive.
"Walk!"
"Walk!"
Zhen Jing held a knife in his right hand and pushed the monks around him with his left arm, but they seemed to have been bloodthirsty and refused to leave. The monks roared like lions, shocking the disciples. Only then did they come to their senses, tears in their eyes, and they were still only in their teens. They said:
"Master Supervisor, they are all dead... Of all the fellow disciples in my room, I am the only one left now..."
Zhenjing replied, "Buddhism is bliss through nirvana."
"No pain, no tears..."
He rubbed the monk's head with his broken arm and smiled. Suddenly, a huge force burst out and threw the young monk directly into the wall. Before the young monk could react and say something, he had already fallen down. Zhen Jing spun around, and when the dagger was thrown out, it tore a large piece of blood, and then threw the disciples over the wall one by one.
With a kick of his right foot, the Buddha statue rumbled down like a rolling stone from a mountain.
Zhen Jing strode towards the gate, wanting to fly, but his body sank instead. He saw the two monks who had died before. They were invaded by miasma and swallowed by demons. They held his feet tightly, preventing him from getting up. The gate of the temple opened a crack, and the monks inside were anxious for him to come in quickly.
"Close the door! Close the door!"
Zhenjing roared: "Close the door, old monk, and seal the formation!"
"No more entry!"
"No one is allowed to come in again!"
"We'll seal the formation as soon as you come in. We're ready!"
"fart!"
Zhen Jing used all his strength to shake off the demons, then rushed to the door. He lifted his right foot and a long stick flew up. He held it in his palm, turned around and swept it across, shaking away several demons. He saw that these demons seemed to know that the formation was about to be completed, and they became more and more crazy. If he stepped into it, he would definitely follow in.
With a ruthless heart, he thrust the copper stick in his hand through the heavy door cymbals outside the mountain gate, sealing the door from the outside.
Then he put his hands together and locked the copper stick between his bent elbows. He gathered the strength of his body and turned it into a second chain.
"Lock the formation!"
"Uncle Master..."
"Form a formation!"
The monk outside the door roared, his body was already at its limit, and suddenly his body trembled. He lowered his head and saw that his abdomen was pierced. The little remaining strength quickly dissipated, and the blood vessels on his face turned red. He felt the evil spirit invading his body. His hands, or rather one hand and the broken wrist, were still trying to make a gesture of offering to Buddha, with his eyes slightly drooped.
The monk inside the door gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face, and wrote down the last step of the Buddhist scripture.
"All conditioned phenomena."
"It's like a dream."
"Like dew and lightning."
“We should view it this way.”
Zhen Jing recited the last four sentences and felt the warm Buddha's light flowing. He smiled slightly and lowered his head to continue reciting.
"Amitabha……"
Not finished yet.
The body has been torn into pieces, the flesh and blood have been eaten by demons, and the soul has also been devoured.
…
“Run!”
“Run!”
There were frequent chaos in the city, with more than 200 markets and millions of people. In the chaos, there were even more crazy people who did evil things that they usually dared not do in such an environment. The sesame cake vendor pushed his cart and hurried home quickly. Along the way, demons attacked him, but they were all knocked away by his extremely heavy cart.
Suddenly a bird swooped down and he rolled forward, dodging it while skillfully extending his arms.
Only then did you discover that his arms were actually extremely long, very similar to the requirement for selecting warriors in the army, which required them to have arms as long as a monkey to catch a flying monkey.
He simply clamped the neck of the ferocious bird, used its forward momentum to roll over to relieve the force, and inserted the dagger into its neck, killing the monster. He hurried home with red eyes, and when he got home, he found his wife and children were there. The man then relaxed, hugged his wife and children, and his body trembled.
"It was the Taoist priest from Chunsheng Temple who came here and left us a talisman."
"Tell me, it's fine if the talisman is here."
The vendor selling sesame cakes finally understood and said, "Chunsheng Temple? Taoist priest..."
"Those two young Taoist priests bought sesame cakes from me. When I was sick before, they came to see me... I don't know which Taoist temple they are from, but it's great, so great... I'm so glad that you are all okay..." A five-year-old girl hugged her father's legs and was also scared.
His wife prayed softly: "Let's hide here, the Taoist priests will take care of these things..."
"……Um."
"Don't go out, okay?"
The woman's voice was almost pleading.
"……Um."
There were screams from people outside. The sesame cake vendor gritted his teeth and trembled. When he talked about this with the young Taoist, his wife, who took care of him day and night, seemed to understand something. She reached out and touched his cheek, then took a few steps back, her face full of sorrow. She turned around and took out a package, which was a key, and handed it to the vendor.
“…Take it.”
"!!"
The man pursed his lips, hugged his wife, and strode to the corner of the room.
The old man outside who was selling five-colored silk threads to ward off evil spirits was knocked down by a monster. He thought he was going to die. With a face full of sorrow, he suddenly heard a dull sound and an object flew over and hit the monster directly. He didn't know what it was, but it was so heavy that it smashed the monster to pieces. Blood splashed all over the old man's face.
The object fell heavily to the ground.
The old man looked up and saw the man striding out. He flew up and hit a monster directly. It seemed that the monster had hidden injuries and was particularly susceptible to diseases before. Such violent movements made him cough continuously, but the monster was actually beaten back by him. The thing wrapped in white trembled, and it seemed like the roar of a tiger.
The package was opened, revealing a huge iron box inside. The man turned over and opened the box.
Reach your hand into it.
In an instant, it was as if strong liquor was spilled on a knife blade. The man who made a living in this place raised his eyebrows. He raised his hand and took out the thing. It was a sword, as wide as a palm, extremely heavy, dark in color, and exuding a murderous intent. He drew the sword and charged into the battle!
There were many similar people who appeared, and they all instinctively chose to rush to one place.
The armory in Zhongzhou City.
The ordnance officer hiding in the warehouse was caught out. Looking at the men in front of him, his body trembled continuously.
"The demon's claws are sharp, we need armor."
"Just protect the vital parts."
The armorer's face turned pale. "Opening the armory without permission is a serious crime. You must be executed!"
He swallowed, took out the key, and said, "So, can you please knock me out?"
"In that case, I would at most be exiled, and would not die on the execution ground."
He took out the key, pointed to a place not far away and said, "Inside this room is the spare armor of the Baihui Army of Zhongzhou."
"What about the other side?"
"Over there? Those are all old armors. All the armors of soldiers who are from Zhongzhou and retired from the army are placed there. If needed, they will be transferred away... Hmm? You want those old armors? New armors are available for all sizes, but there may not be any old armors suitable for you. The armors of the established army are in circulation. The ones placed here are all the useless ones that have been abolished..."
The armorer seemed to understand something and his body trembled slightly.
The man replied:
"No, there will be."
…
“Hold on, hold on! The deputy city lord and his men have already gone to find a way to restart the luck formation. The formation in the city has been partially restored now. At least these bastards can’t fall from the sky, but they can still kill their way in through the city gate…”
"Before activating the Humane Luck Formation, everyone must die here and cannot retreat!"
The defenders of Zhongzhou City widened their eyes and roared. A group of soldiers had already died here, but because they were inside Zhongzhou, they had withstood the pressure here and had not collapsed. However, these Zhongzhou soldiers had no experience in fighting against monsters and paid a heavy price. Suddenly, there was a loud noise.
A huge hole was opened on one side of the city gate, and a demon that was as big as a tiger and three meters long came rushing in.
Without the luck of humanity, the effectiveness of the military formation would be reduced and it would be impossible to cope with it.
The defender made a subconscious decision and wanted to retreat, but then he thought of what he had said, his face became ferocious and he said angrily: "Damn it, if a man dies, the birds will fly to the sky. If he can't live for thousands of years, I will fight you to the death!!!" The blood rushed loud to his head, and he was desperate to die in the performance of his duty, but suddenly he heard a fierce sound of breaking through the air, and it suddenly became er.
In an instant, the ink-black spear broke through the air and directly nailed the demon to death!
The demon wailed several times, and stopped bleeding, but the end of the spear was still vibrating, which showed how powerful it was.
"Ink-colored spear..."
The guard murmured, and suddenly remembered a group of people he was ordered to keep a close eye on, and remembered the criminal army that was scolded by the masses. He raised his head, turned around, and saw that the road ahead was dark, all the demons were killed, and the people who came here were all wearing old armor, and the sound of the armor was solemn and murderous. Only this heavy armor could fight against the demons.
They were wearing ink-colored armor, heavy armor, helmets, and visors.
The strong waist is swallowed by the tiger's mouth.
There are delicate patterns on the shoulders of the armor.
There is a token hanging on one side of the waist and a long sword on the other side.
Their expressions were cold and murderous. They held swords, with shields and knives on the outermost side, and then formed a battle array with spears. Everything was just as recorded in the history books. They smashed the monsters and broke through the rain. It was as if they had walked out of the dim history again. That history was only seven years later. The guard murmured: "The Divine Martial Black Armor Army..."
The leader drew his spear and replied indifferently:
"The former Iron Cavalry Captain of the Third Army of the Shenwu Black Armor Army is leading his troops to come to our aid."
"Get out of the way, you are no match for them."
His expression softened and he said, "You have done very well."
The defending army retreated, and a torrent of inky steel took over the battlefield.
After being abandoned for seven years and bearing the world's infamy for seven years.
The Xuanjia Army of the Shenwu Dynasty once again stepped onto the battlefield.
Wearing black armor and a dark cloak, he called out to the army to come to the rescue, to support the good and punish the evil, to protect the country and the people.
The nine states are brave and valiant, with divine and powerful black armor.
"Form a formation!"
Human affairs should be managed by human beings.
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