Chapter 39: Cannot Be Revealed
Under the twilight glow, the highway was covered with a layer of golden color, and the grass and trees on the mountains were all inlaid with golden edges.
The heavy truck stopped, and the police car leading the way also stopped.
The convoy was only a hundred meters away from the white-robed monks.
"Put your hands up!"
The criminal police who were leading the way got out of their cars and drew their guns. This road was blocked on both sides, and no one should be able to walk on it. In other words, anyone who could walk on this road was someone who shouldn't be here.
The white-robed monk gently raised his hands, revealing his arms as white as jade. His whole figure suddenly dimmed, like a cloud of smoke gathering, and turned into a dark police uniform like the one worn by the Ministry of Justice.
"is that so?"
Nearby, a police officer beside the crowd also disappeared like smoke, but in an instant he turned into a monk in white. The monk in white looked at the police officer holding a gun in front of him and smiled faintly.
The monk was originally in the distance, but now there are bewildered police officers.
The police officers from the Ministry of Justice quickly surrounded the white-robed monk, looked at the bewildered police officers in the distance, and then looked at the white-robed monk in front of them.
The two of them seemed to have switched places out of thin air in the smoke.
It's so weird that it's hard to describe in words.
"Lie on the ground and put your hands on your head." The police officer said nervously.
He didn't know what to say at this time, so he just spoke subconsciously.
After saying this, the police officer himself felt a little regretful.
The white-robed monk shook his head upon hearing this and even put down his raised hands.
"The monk is here to cause trouble. How can he cause trouble by lying on the ground?"
His voice was calm and composed, as if he had just asked, "Have you eaten?"
But the pressure exerted on everyone is too great.
"Bang!"
The police officer facing the monk in white fired subconsciously.
A scarlet flower of blood exploded on the chest of the white-robed monk. Blood flowed out quickly, soaking the white gauze clothes.
The white-robed monk looked at his chest.
But in an instant, as if time had gone back, the blood color quickly faded and the blood flowers dissipated.
The gauze dress is still the same gauze dress that has never been torn, and the monk is still the same monk.
It seems that everything is just a fantasy.
The monk reached out his hand and patted his chest, as if to flick away dust.
"You are just ordinary people, don't let the monk take action."
Lin Qingsheng and others had already gotten out of the car at this time.
"Master, are you going to cause trouble for us?"
Lin Qingsheng had a stern expression. If there was anyone he was most afraid of encountering, it would be this group of reclusive ascetics.
Didn’t the puppet man say that the sect would be born in two months?
How could it be so fast?
Lin Qingsheng pondered secretly in his heart.
"I just want to test the strength of the Ming Dynasty. Since Liu Bowen cut off the connection between heaven and earth, all the sects have almost gone into hiding, but the Ming Dynasty cannot hide from the world. I bet that the strength of the Ming Dynasty cannot be retained."
The monk in white smiled faintly, and seemed to have endless confidence in his chest.
Lin Qingsheng remained calm, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart, because he knew that Daming was really just an empty box now, with only a few of them holding up the scene.
As his cultivation became more advanced, Lin Qingsheng also realized how big the gap was between these monks and ordinary people.
He didn't dare to admit it and could only find a way to deceive himself.
"Master, are you so sure? The Prime Minister in Black and his men are outstanding people. Aren't you afraid that they might have a backup plan?"
The white-robed monk smiled, and it was as if a white jade blossomed or a lotus emerged from the mud. It seemed that the whole world became brighter in an instant.
"I am a demon monk. The black-robed prime minister was also called a demon monk back then. How can a demon monk not understand a demon monk?"
"Yao Guangxiao practiced the art of slaying dragons. In order to prove that he had the power to slay dragons, he even overthrew the then-robust Ming Dynasty. In order to fight with Mr. Qingtian, he reopened the world. What he did was nothing more than a fight of arrogance. It's possible that he held back in his later years, but it would definitely not allow the Ming Dynasty's inheritance to continue for a hundred years."
At this point, the monk in white shook his head and said, "Don't say too much. I will know if it is true or not after I try it."
As the white-robed monk finished speaking, a long wind blew, and the grass and trees on both sides of the road suddenly grew taller. The branches all over the sky seemed to soar into the sky, as if they had come alive.
Each branch looks like a life with fangs and claws.
Before everyone could take a closer look.
The next moment, countless branches rushed towards the vehicles on the dark highway, and a huge shadow fell, circling and entwining...
The vehicle was instantly deformed under the huge pressure of the branches, and the driver and others fled.
The sky and the earth seemed to have turned into a green ocean, with surging green waves sweeping in and covering the whole sky.
In the panic, gunshots rang out.
But it still couldn't resist the branches that seemed to cover the sky and the earth.
In panic, people were pulled up, entangled, and tightened by the branches.
They were tied to the railings on both sides of the highway like mummies.
The dim setting sun hangs far in the sky. Above the land where yin and yang meet, the dark road has turned into green.
The monk in white was still standing there, seemingly motionless.
But in front of him, only Lin Qingsheng and others were left. Perhaps it was because they had practiced "The Black-Robed Taoist Cultivation Record" that they were not hung on the railing.
This... perhaps it's the respect from one evil monk to another.
Looking at the branches that blocked out the sun, Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but feel the pressure coming towards him.
The words of the puppet man suddenly emerged in his mind: You are too small!
I... am still not strong enough!
The white-robed monk did not give Lin Qingsheng and the others time to think. The huge dark green branches quickly gathered together in the air.
Surrounded by countless branches, a huge monk shape was formed in the air, exactly the same as the monk in white.
The giant Buddha is dozens of meters tall, with countless branches entwined behind him, like circles of halos, highlighting his majestic appearance.
The giant Buddha, looking down from high above, stretched out a huge palm and pressed it down suddenly.
The earth shattered into pieces in an instant.
The rigid asphalt road twisted into countless wrinkles.
Lin Qingsheng and others were bent down by this big hand.
The big hand pressed down inch by inch.
Lin Qingsheng and others were directly pressed to the ground.
The pressure is still increasing little by little.
Lin Qingsheng wanted to resist, but the force was too great.
Breathing quickly became difficult.
Then the chest cavity was compressed.
Just when Lin Qingsheng's head was pressed to the ground and he felt that he was going to die here, the overwhelming green disappeared in an instant.
On the empty land, the car was still parked there without any damage.
Lin Qingsheng and others were lying on the ground, their faces grim as if they were about to be crushed.
The police officer was leaning against the railing with his hands and feet twisted.
In a trance, everything seemed to be an illusion.
The monk in white just stood there, smiling faintly.
"Sure enough, the inheritance of the Ming Dynasty has been broken."
After saying that, his body suddenly twisted and turned into the police officer with whom he had just exchanged positions.
The police officer who was originally standing in the distance turned back into a monk in white.
Lin Qingsheng seemed to understand something when he saw this scene.
The white-robed monk has been standing there since he saw them.
Everything is an illusion.
What a terrifying illusion, it seems...real.
Lin Qingsheng subconsciously looked at his hands, only to see a scratch on his hands, with blood oozing out. It was caused by a branch just now.
"How can I get hurt when it's clearly an illusion?"
The white-robed monk's mouth corners slightly raised, like the vermilion lips of a beauty, drawing an indescribable beauty.
"Illusions can also kill people. If you really think you are dead, then you are really dead. If you think you are injured, then you are really injured."
The police officers looked at their bodies.
The police officer who had just shot the monk in white looked at the police officer who had switched places with the monk in white and said blankly:
"If you were here, then wouldn't the shot I just fired be aimed at you?"
The police officer who had exchanged places with the white-robed monk was originally checking his body. When he heard this, he was stunned at first, and then said, "It seems so."
Before he could finish his words, the man suddenly felt a pain in his chest. A bullet hole suddenly appeared on his police uniform, and blood gushed out.
It seemed as if he was suddenly hit hard by the truth being revealed.
"Some illusions cannot be broken."
The white-robed monk shook his head and said:
"I have already got what I wanted. I still want to thank you. By the way, how can you survive the spiritual revival at this rate? Those who came back are not as easy to talk to as I am, and the Ming Dynasty left behind too many good things."
The white-robed monk turned and left, leaving behind a group of bewildered people.
He was going to look for the Taoist methods left behind by the Ming Dynasty. Since the Ming people couldn't preserve them themselves, they might as well give them to him.
Only Lin Qingsheng's heart sank a little as he listened to the white-robed monk's words.
Who is coming back?
Are they the group of ascetics from that year?
Looking at the bewildered crowd in front of him and the man in white walking away, Lin Qingsheng felt that the sense of accomplishment he had just gained from his practice was crushed in an instant.
The water where the spiritual energy is revived seems to be very deep.
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