Chapter 443: On the verge of breaking out
In Shuntian Prefecture, there is a temple located in the most prosperous place of the people, but only those with predestined fate can enter, and ordinary people cannot see the temple at all.
This is a legend that has been passed down in Shuntian Prefecture for a long time. It is said that someone once approached this temple and saw a monk with a murderous aura. The monk gave him a golden bowl to end his worldly ties with him.
But those who are truly extraordinary know that this temple exists. It was the place where the Ming Dynasty National Master practiced Zen eight hundred years ago.
Therefore, no major incidents have occurred in Shuntian Prefecture over the years. In most cases, no one wants to offend this powerful man who dared to slay a dragon and even reopen the connection between heaven and earth eight hundred years ago.
The world of extraordinary people becomes more and more evil as they get older. No one wants to mess with a monster like this one that is thousands of years old.
On July 19, Shuntian Prefecture welcomed a rare cloudless day. The streets were crowded with people coming and going, the bus horns were blaring, and electronic advertisements on the roadside were flashing, highlighting the bustle of this metropolis with a population of tens of millions.
People were walking in and out of the crowded crowd with sweat on their faces from the scorching summer heat. Even though the news of the Battle of Taishan had spread throughout the world, the people of Shuntian Prefecture were still doing what they were supposed to do.
It’s not that they are not worried or afraid, it’s just that they can’t do anything.
Even if this world is going to be destroyed tomorrow, people still have to think about how to live today. Human beings are such a great but fragile race.
Under the bright sunlight, at the busy street corner, a light mist rises from the concrete ground, creating a blurry world.
The space seemed to be extended, and an illusion appeared in front of the high-rise battle in Shuntian Prefecture. The green tiles, vermilion walls, and clear and distant bell sounds seemed to have crashed into such a world from another world, giving everyone an incomparable sense of clarity.
The pedestrians raised their heads one by one, and even the vehicles on the road stopped.
An ancient temple seemed to have manifested from another world.
Before everyone could come to their senses, people wearing pure white masks appeared on the street. The marks of the sun and the moon hanging in the sky and the twisting yin and yang symbolized the identities of these people - the Nirvana of the Great Ming Dynasty.
This reminded the people of Shuntian Prefecture of the ancient legend about the temple and the monk.
The door of the ancient temple was slowly pushed open, and a skinny monk walked out. He was wearing a pitch-black cassock, the color of which seemed to be stained with blood, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent in his inverted triangle eye sockets.
"Welcome to the Ming Imperial Master!"
After the black-robed monk took a step forward, those who had attained Nirvana and were wearing pure white masks bowed one after another.
Endless murderous intent rushed in all directions like a tide, as if symbolizing that this monk had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Countless people were frightened away at the mere sight of him, and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of this thin monk.
Behind the monk was a burly man, who was only half a step behind the Ming Dynasty's Imperial Master, and his eyes swept over countless people.
"If you can't stop it, there will be a great loss of lives."
The man's voice sounded slowly, as if he was warning the skinny monk something.
But the skinny monk didn't care. There was no fluctuation in his expression. He just said calmly:
"It will be blocked."
He said it softly but firmly.
The Ming Nirvana practitioners on both sides bowed and listened quietly to his words. This was the first time for most of them to see the legendary Ming national master.
Seeing the legendary characters always gives people a sense of unreality, as if they have touched history or witnessed the times.
The black-robed monk Yao Guangxiao glanced at the Great Ming Nirvana in front of him and said slowly:
"Let's go, it's time to go to Mount Tai."
"Doesn't his Xingtian clan want war? Then give him war."
This thin monk did not hesitate at all when talking about war, but the terrifying murderous intent seemed to be boiling and steaming in this prosperous city.
That afternoon, everyone in the Ming Dynasty knew that the Ming Imperial Master who had opened the connection between heaven and earth eight hundred years ago had gone to Mount Tai.
This monk, who looked like a sick tiger, wanted to teach Xingtian's clan a lesson, and he also promised that the war would be stopped at Mount Tai.
For a time, public opinion was in an uproar that the Ming Dynasty's imperial master actually went to Mount Tai in person.
This really exceeded the expectations of many people, but in the online survey, more than 80% of people believed that this sick tiger could keep these people out.
………
On the streets of the ancient city of Chang'an, Mosca looked at the news on his phone and squinted his eyes and said:
"The monk who opened up this mythical era has arrived at Mount Tai. This matter seems to be more difficult than we imagined."
Even someone like him who didn't know much about Eastern history knew the name Yao Guangxiao, because this person opened up the mythological era.
The fact that Mosca was able to reach such a level today can be said to be that this person gave him the opportunity.
But it is precisely because of this knowledge that Mosca knows how extraordinary this monk known as the "Sick Tiger" is. A person who was able to plan a connection between heaven and earth eight hundred years ago and who appears again in this era must be a person who can rise to fame overnight.
"Are you sure you want to find that person?" Mosca asked.
To be honest, he didn't want to see that person. It might be because of instinctive fear, or it might be something else, but in short, he didn't want to see that person.
Moreover, Mosca didn't believe that that person didn't know what was happening in the human world. In Mosca's opinion, there was almost nothing in this world that could be hidden from that person.
Su Xi raised his head and looked at Mosca, saying, "Didn't you say that only that person can solve this problem?"
"I can only guess about this kind of thing."
Mosca said expressionlessly: "And do you know where that person is?"
"The Ming Dynasty is huge, and Zuxing is even bigger. The probability of you finding that person among billions of people is infinitely close to zero."
It's more than just infinity equals zero. Mosca always feels that if that person doesn't want to see someone, then they will probably never see that person again in their lifetime.
"But we have to try, right?"
Su Xi raised his head and looked at Mosca, with an indescribable clarity in his eyes.
"You might as well calculate whether this person can solve this problem." Mosca shifted his gaze away from Su Xi and looked at the passers-by in the distance.
"You won't vomit blood again, will you?"
Su Xi said with some concern that every backlash was a very painful thing, as if his soul was being pulled out and then stuffed back into his body again, the brutality of the means was simply horrifying.
It even caused some damage to Su Xi's foundation.
At this time, Su Xi could always understand why many fortune tellers in legends did not want to reveal the secrets. Sometimes, calculating something that should not be calculated is really a fatal thing.
Mosca shook his head: "I don't know about that, but it's just spitting up some blood."
Su Xi didn't know what to say when he heard that, but finally he started to calculate. His eyes gradually became empty, as if he was spying on something distant and mysterious.
After a while, his body trembled violently and his face turned pale, but this time he did not spit out blood.
"How about it?"
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the pain in his body, Su Xi raised his head and said:
"It's very blurry, but from what I vaguely saw, he shouldn't be able to solve it."
Su Xi did not see clearly whether the prime minister of the Ming Dynasty eight hundred years ago solved the Taishan problem, but when he saw the prime minister covered in blood, it did not look like the problem was solved.
Su Xi paused after he finished speaking, then asked seriously, "If the world falls, what will you do?"
Mosca frowned. He didn't quite understand why Su Xi asked this question, but Mosca still answered honestly:
"Find a place to live. This is how the world is. No matter how difficult life is, people have to find a way to survive."
At this point, Mosca looked at Su Xi and asked, "What about you?"
Su Xi smiled, looked at the sun in the sky and said, "Do you know that in Eastern history, every dynasty that fell would have countless people sacrifice their lives for the country? I mean every dynasty, without exception."
"And not all of those who died for their country were high up in the social ladder. There were also people from the lower classes."
"Why are you telling me this?"
Mosca frowned and asked, "You are not so stupid, are you?"
In Mosca's opinion, this kind of thing is stupid, and seeking death is the most useless thing in the world.
"Is that stupid?"
Su Xi smiled and said, "Is this really stupid? You have to know that among those who died for their country, there has never been a lack of true elites, nor a lack of people who dare to risk their lives, but they still chose to die. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
Mosca asked this question according to Su Xi's wishes.
Su Xi squinted at the dazzling light and said, "They just miss the country that was engraved in their lives. After the fall of the country, these people became the abandoned of the times. They are the remnants of the old era. In a world like hell, they have nothing to be nostalgic about."
"It's the same for me. I grew up on this land, in the country of Ming. I can't just sit there and watch them become history, so I have to fight for them no matter what."
“And if it really becomes the past, then I am willing to be buried with it in its history.”
"So I will continue to look for it. Of course, if the teacher doesn't want to, then I can look for it by myself."
Under the midday sun, Mosca felt for some reason that this young man suddenly seemed to be glowing with dazzling light.
He squinted his eyes for a long time before slowly asking, "Is it worth it?"
"worth!"
………
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone in the Ming Dynasty could feel the gradually depressing atmosphere, like a dark cloud pressing down on a city and weighing on everyone's heart.
Can the Ming Dynasty really win?
What if I can’t win?
The people of the Ming Dynasty did not even dare to think about the scene after the defeat. They would rather be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times. This is not just empty talk, but the lament of countless generations of people in troubled times.
Many companies had a holiday on this day. When the war started, few people could work with peace of mind, and the bosses didn't have the intention to do so.
The sky was covered with dark clouds and there was no light at all. The wild and fierce wind swept everything, pressing down the grass and trees on Mount Tai and sweeping up countless dust clouds that swirled up and swept across the mountain range.
The whistling sound of the wind covered up all other sounds.
It seems that there is about to be a heavy rain here, a heavy rain that has never happened before.
On top of Mount Tai, the Ming army formation stood like a solid rock, with their spears raised as if ready to stab out at any time.
That sharp aura seemed to be about to burst out from the military formation at any time.
There are countless extraordinary people surrounding the military formation. Countless extraordinary people came here a long time ago. They came here to prepare for the most brutal war.
A long time ago, the most frequently mentioned name of Dahuang was Tian, and now they are like people drawing swords to the sky.
The only thing that did not move in the strong wind was the bronze door covered with rust. It stood in the air like a mark left by God.
Under this gloomy sky, the bronze door seemed to be wrapped in a faint glow.
At this time, the light gradually became brighter, and a headless figure appeared in the bronze door. He stepped out of the rusty bronze door, and a pair of eyes above his breasts looked down at everyone.
"The time has come, have you thought about it?"
Those eyes glowed with dazzling gold, like a god looking down on everyone from above, seemingly never considering the other person as an equal.
This member of the Xingtian clan was even more aggressive than that day, and seemed not to want to leave any illusions for the people on earth.
"Submission? Or death?"
Lin Qingsheng, who was standing next to the black-robed monk, clenched his fists involuntarily when he heard this. Even Li Chengming glared at him. It was estimated that what all the extraordinary people in the Ming Dynasty wanted to do most now was to beat this Xingtian clan member into a bear.
The skinny monk in black also raised his head, and a terrifying murderous aura rose to the sky almost at that moment.
"When did the Xingtian clan become so arrogant? Didn't the Human Emperor teach you a lesson? Or have you forgotten why you were exiled to the First Heaven? Or do you really think being in the First Heaven is something you are proud of?"
"It seems that you are prepared to refuse to surrender?"
The figure in front of the bronze door looked gradually gloomy.
"Are you really ready for war?"
The black-robed monk suddenly laughed, as if he had heard something very interesting, and raised his inverted triangle eyes.
"Today, let me, a monk, tell you what real war is."
In an instant, a terrifying murderous aura swept across the entire world from Mount Tai, and a war was about to break out.
(End of this chapter)
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