Chapter 265: Watching the Battle in the Rain, Buddhist and Taoist Views
No one expected that on this day, the cavalry who were supposed to be charging on the battlefield would suddenly appear on this street.
No one knew that behind this commotion stood the famous Zhao.
“Rumble, rumble, rumble…”
The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, extremely clear, and the ground began to tremble.
"ah!"
The child with pigtails squatting at the door and observing the strange man subconsciously opened his mouth and screamed, but his mother rushed over and covered his mouth tightly.
"Come in! Come in!"
The middle-aged boss who was burning the fire spoke in a low voice with a look of fear on his face. As an ordinary citizen, he had no idea what was going on.
But I vaguely remembered that winter three years ago.
On the day of the Xuanmen coup, the imperial guards in armor and sharp weapons also rushed through the streets.
Anyone who failed to dodge was buried under the horses' hooves and turned into meat paste mixed with the snow.
Not just him.
At this moment, all the people in the shops on both sides of the street closed their doors and covered their windows in tacit understanding.
Some guests from other places were dragged into shops in a daze.
In the blink of an eye, the long street fell into silence.
However, there were pairs of eyes looking out nervously through the gaps.
Only then did they discover that more than 200 cavalrymen had also rushed out from the other end of the street, blocking both sides.
The leader was not one person, but several strong soldiers who were wearing light armor and some were armed with swords.
In the rumbling sound.
The leader raises his hand.
In an instant, the thunder stopped abruptly.
One by one, the well-trained elite soldiers dismounted at the same time, and with careful and orderly steps, they put together the black shields, leaving only the puncture holes, and stood up.
In the blink of an eye, steel walls rose on both sides of the street.
The sound of swords being drawn was continuous.
From the rooftops of the streets, hooks were thrown out at some unknown time.
Then he climbed up the densely packed archers and locked the crossbows, each of which cost at least a hundred taels of silver, firmly on the target below.
The whole process, except for the initial sounds of horse hooves and footsteps, was eerily quiet.
No one spoke, and there was no commotion.
However, the thick, dense, and cold murderous aura in the air filled and blocked the entire area.
From a distance, no one dared to approach.
From extreme movement to extreme stillness.
When Chai Keqiao slowly put down his hand, he realized that he had fallen into an impenetrable encirclement.
“Crash.”
There was a sound of shaking armor, and the dull voice of the Iron Pagoda in the front was like a club hammering hard into everyone's heart, making their eardrums vibrate:
"The person in front of me, is he a firewood collector in the green mountains?"
The young man, wearing a straw raincoat and ant-shaped straw sandals, looked like a woodcutter in the mountains. There was no fear on his wheat-colored face.
Instead, he was unexpectedly calm, as if he had anticipated this scene.
But I was still slightly surprised by the loud noise.
He nodded and said, "It's me."
The armored warrior said sternly:
"The suspect, Chai Keqiao, defied the imperial edict and must be brought to justice immediately! Who will capture him?"
In an instant, several unknown but ruthless men from the armies on both sides were eager to try.
The Iron Buddha answered on his own:
"Someone comes first!"
As he spoke, the man on horseback bent his stance and lowered his knees. The horse under him, which was much larger than an ordinary horse, let out a whine and suddenly knelt on the ground.
The Buddhist warrior, whose true face was hidden in armor, leaped up.
He threw away the two-meter-long iron spear in his hand, which was only suitable for horse fighting.
With bare hands, he leaped out of the shield and armor formation like a meteorite and crashed onto the wet and cold street.
…
Not far away, on an abandoned watchtower.
Zhao Duan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, stood with his hands behind his back. From this height, he could clearly overlook the fighting in the distance.
Behind him were Lihuatang's subordinates standing with their heads bowed.
A gust of cold wind blew into the watchtower, and Eunuch Hai, dressed as a rich man with a melon-shaped hat and white hair on his temples, appeared with a smile.
Looking at the distant scene, I was amazed:
"You are just showing off your power. His Majesty only told you not to cause any chaos in Kyoto. Is this how you use your power?"
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:
"They are here to teach me a lesson. How about I order them to withdraw? And let the eunuch punish this fool?"
Eunuch Hai glanced at him:
"Our family is here to teach you cultivation, not to be your bodyguard."
Zhao Duan sighed softly, but there was a smile in his eyes:
"But I'm doing this according to my father-in-law's wishes. If he doesn't allow it, why would you show up again now?"
Hai Gongsheng smacked his lips in distaste.
Suddenly I feel that it is boring for young people to be too smart and clever, which makes them lose a lot of happiness.
She slowly walked to his side, squinted her eyes and smiled:
"Stop talking nonsense and watch carefully. The battle between the direct descendant of Qingshan and the strong men of my Dayu army is more precious to you than the battle between Buddhism and Taoism.
After all, you can't learn anything from a warlock fight.
How did you guess that our family would be satisfied with such an arrangement?"
Zhao Duan leaned over the railing and looked into the distance, smiling like a little fox:
"My father-in-law said not long ago that taking me to the teahouse to watch the warriors fight was to accumulate knowledge for breaking through the Divine Chapter. I believe that watching this fight will help me accumulate even more knowledge."
One of them is to deploy troops for the sake of face.
But few people know about this second purpose, which is to add to one's own practice and get closer to the divine chapter.
Unknowingly, Chai Keqiao and the imperial guards masters have become part of Zhao Duan's play.
Provide nourishment for his breakthrough in state of mind.
Eunuch Hai looked at him deeply, said nothing, and pointed to the front.
"The Qingshan lineage is the most orthodox and pure martial arts training path. The warriors who come out of there are more or less mad.
As for the masters in the army, they have two completely different paths from the warriors. Look at the Iron Pagoda, if it were in the martial arts world, it would be clumsy and embarrassing.
But if you coordinate your formations in an army or on the battlefield and force the enemy into a situation where they have no escape, then you will be able to show your strength.
This heavy armor, like a shell of iron, weighs more than a hundred pounds. Only a warrior with strong blood and a fierce battle spirit can wear it.
Zhao Duan squinted his eyes and said faintly:
"I want to see how powerful it is."
…
The cold rain is falling.
The Buddhist warrior fell to the ground with a "bang", and the ground beneath his feet cracked.
Without any nonsense, the iron general wearing a mask took big strides and approached Chai Keqiao like a small mountain.
"Finally, I'm here..."
Chai Keqiao muttered something in a low voice, turned his wrist, and the golden ginkgo leaf flew out.
Different from the fierce generals who often cause landslides and earth-shattering and make terrifying noises.
When this leaf was thrown out, it looked like smoke from the village and a bonfire in the mountains.
Silently, it flew over a dozen feet, circling in the fine cold rain.
The Buddhist warrior did not dodge or evade, and his movements had no effect at all.
He didn't care at all even though the golden leaves cut into the thick armor, creating a string of dazzling sparks.
But he still threw a punch.
Chai Keqiao's pupils narrowed, and he did not touch the iron axe at his waist, but fought with his bare hands.
His legs trembled slightly, and he twisted his body in a fraction of a second to avoid the frontal attack from the armored iron fist. He opened the five fingers of his right hand, gently covered the iron fist, and twisted his wrist!
It's like...
Not long ago, he twisted the petiole of a ginkgo leaf!
“Ka-ka-ka…”
A force almost like a ripple flowed along his arm and into the iron arm.
The fish-scale armor on General Futu's arm made crisp clicking sounds.
Like the ripples of water, pieces of iron as big as fish scales, connected by silk threads, opened at the same time.
"snort!"
Beneath the visor, the eyes of this powerful warrior who had once fought against the mammoths of the Gu tribe in the border army turned cold, and a roar of metal and iron erupted from his Qi sea.
“Squeak—”
In an instant, hot steam spewed out from the gaps between the opened phosphorus sheets.
A huge force suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shaking Chai Keqiao's arm away.
The latter took advantage of the situation, stepped on his toes, jumped up, and kicked the enemy in the face with his straw sandals.
Eunuch Hai narrowed his eyes, looking a little dazed, as if recalling the past, and said:
"This Diamond Kick may seem ordinary, but if it hits a rock, even a rock will explode."
Zhao Duan hummed:
"If you are not even as good as a rock, I will go and smash the door of the Jinwu Guard Commander's house tonight."
"Bang!!"
There was a dull bang, and in a flash, General Futu blocked with his arms.
The body, as heavy as a mountain, was kicked back several feet.
His feet rubbed against the ground, sparks flying, and then he stabilized his body.
Chai Keqiao was also lifted up by him and forced into the air, rolling into the sky like a kite due to the recoil.
…
"Is this the woodcutter that Wu Xiankui's incarnation taught? He doesn't look that great, and his fighting skills aren't impressive at all."
On a rooftop farther away from here.
Gongshu Tianyuan, who is short and fat, wearing a wrinkled priest robe, carrying a large bamboo tube on his back and wearing a pair of special "glasses", is watching the battle.
There was a handleless umbrella above his head, rotating on its own, protecting him from the wind and rain.
"Haha, no, no, a warrior's strength does not lie in the mysterious and brilliant techniques, but in those seemingly ordinary punches and kicks.
The Tianshi Mansion is dedicated to studying the magic of gods, so it is normal that they don’t know much about this.
I, a martial monk from the Shenlong Temple, am also considered a half-martial man. If the Priest Gongshu is interested in you someday, I can lend you a few martial arts scriptures."
On the same roof.
Monk Bian Ji, dressed in white, with a handsome face and a gentle smile, clasped his hands together and explained patiently.
He stood quietly on the roof, and the wind and rain came to him and moved around him.
As a person in the "worldly" realm, he is one major realm higher than Gongshu Tianyuan.
The conversation at this moment has a bit of the meaning of elders teaching younger ones.
The little fat man snorted coldly and sneered:
"Bald donkey, will you die if you don't speak? Don't think that just because you have a higher cultivation level than me, you can teach me a lesson. If you have the guts, go find my senior brother and talk nonsense. I'll see if he hits you with a hammer and you're done for."
The eldest senior brother he mentioned was the eldest disciple of the old Heavenly Master Zhang Yanyi, who was not in the capital.
He is revered as the "Little Heavenly Master" and is rumored to have a ferocious and ugly appearance, like a demon.
Back then, Bian Ji was traveling around the world and accidentally ran into the young Taoist priest and had a fight with him.
It is said that after Bian Ji came back, he stayed indoors for a full three months.
"……Amitabha,"
Bian Ji smiled and said, "I, a humble monk, would also like to have another discussion with the young Heavenly Master soon. Eh..."
At this time, he turned his head and looked, and found that the fighting in the distance had changed again.
(End of this chapter)
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