Chapter 88: River blood (2)

In front of the Songjiang Mountain where Dazao Temple is located, there is a black rocky beach lined with stone peaks. After passing through the black rocky beach, it is an endless river surface.
At this time, there were densely packed people lying on the black rocky beach, and there were almost two hundred people. They looked pale and bloodless, eyes closed, frowning, all unconscious, at first glance they seemed dead, but never stiff.
Judging from the clothes worn by these people, most of them were rags and ragged clothes, exuding a sour smell that had not been cleaned for a long time. They were either pure beggars or refugees who were away from their hometowns because of famine.
There is also a part that even if the clothes are intact, it can be seen that it is not a good material. Looking at the calluse rips on that hand and the dry black skin that has formed after years of sun, it can be guessed that they must come from bitter people.
However, some of these people are mixed with some who seem to live a good life. Most of them were brought here because of ordering or in the wild, including stones in the tea shop and others. Zhang and Lu Yanqi.
If they were awake at this time, they would be frightened by the current battle. Because these nearly two hundred people were placed in circles from inside to outside, circle by circle, and finally formed a circular array of living people.
In the center of the circle array, a one-man tall stone sculpture was roughly carved into a monk pedaling a lotus seat. The monk looked from behind, his clothes were flowing, and he smelled like a stone Buddha. However, when I walked around, I found that the monk's features were not visible at all, because he was covered with a beast-print mask, looked strange and solemn, and revealed a vague evil spirit.
Even more weird is that the robe of this stone statue is engraved with complicated runes. At first glance, it looks the same as the small central stone carvings in Daze Temple, Wanshishan and Dongting Lake. The only difference is that, The runes on this stone statue are also interspersed with some quaint characters. At first glance, they seem to be the original characters handed down from a certain tribe.
If Xue Xian was present at this time, he would definitely recognize that these characters have the same origins as the same ancestors on the stone wall of the hundred insect caves, but the writing is slightly different. This difference is so small that even the person who writes it will not be able to tell if he shakes it a little.
This stone statue was covered with oil yellow paper charms.
And under this rosette, people were also drawn in a circle with blood.
These nearly two hundred people are head-to-head stone statues with their feet facing outwards. Although they look different, they are the same whether they are rich or poor--they have a small blood spot on their forehead. At first glance, it looks like a blood mole.
The wind was strong on the river, and one layer rushed straight to the shore, and the heavy rain splashed the sky. The posture seemed to raise another wave, and it was necessary to pounce on Jiang Songshan.
However, the circular array formed by nearly two hundred people seemed to form a copper-iron shield. The wind that was strong enough to cut the flesh and robes raged past, but the stone amulet on the rosette remained motionless. The heavy rain caused the river to flood the shore in an instant, but a drop never fell on the robes of these people.
Outside this circle, a group of gray-clad men kneeling on one knee, all wearing masks on their faces. At first glance, they look similar to Taichang Temple, but those in Taichang Temple are mainly red. The masks of these people But it is mainly green and black, like a yin and a yang, a light and a dark.
In addition, a peach pendant fell on their waists, exactly like the man hiding under the bamboo floor of Xuan Mian.
"There are a hundred and eighty people with eight characters matching each other, one is not many, the other is a lot, yin ninety, yang ninety." The gray-headed man reported openly, his voice under the mask appeared It was a little stuffy, and was scattered by the heavy rain at the exit, and it was blurred.
The person kneeling on one knee was standing between the two peaks of Black Rock, facing Jiang Songshan, with their hands behind their backs. He was wearing a snow-white monk robe, spotless. The heavy rain was silent from where it was, and there was no trace of wet marks on the monk's robe.
This man is very tall, slender and erect, and has the temperament of passing away from the back alone, which makes people afraid to look at it or approach.
His face was covered with a silver mask, no one could see his features, but only a pair of black eyes were exposed. At this moment he was looking up slightly, his gaze fell on the top of Songjiang Mountain, and there seemed to be a trace of something in his silence.
He listened to the grey-collared head, and rubbed his fingers behind him slightly, but his eyes remained motionless.
The gray-collar head glanced up at him, then lowered his head suddenly, silently, waiting for the white monk to speak. Even just such a slight groan made these gray people feel uneasy, as if they were covered with errors, and did a bunch of ridiculous things.
In fact, the monk rubbed his finger and said lightly, "Have you ever disturbed an unrelated people?"
There was also a natural indifference in his voice, like a bit of frozen water.
But such a simple question made these gray-clad people tremble slightly. The leader said quickly: "Never before, we only picked people in remote places, but everyone who had a few idle people beside them also brought them together, and never left a handle."
The monk rubbed his fingers again, and said unhappyly, "Shit?"
The leader repeatedly changed his mouth: "No, no, please."
After he hurriedly corrected, he didn't hear the order for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but glanced up secretly, and saw that the white monk still looked at the top of Jiangsong Mountain quietly. Although he could not see his eyes, the man in gray felt that he seemed to have a rare feeling of emotion, as if the remote and unknown Songjiang Mountain had something to do with him.
The gray-clad man looked embarrassed, and for a moment was bold and daring, and opened his mouth and asked, "This place is remote and unrecognizable, so ordinary. Why did the master choose here?"
Immediately after saying this, the gray man wanted to slap himself to death here. He was raised by the Songyun Warlock since he was a child. He has been helping Song Yun and the National Teacher to do some trouble since he was sixteen years old, and it has been seven or eight years. Yun took the matter and went around. But even if he had little or no contact, he knew the temperament of this master-
This man has always been moody, and very disgusted that people below do not know the heights and heights, and ask things that should not be asked.
As for what shouldn't be asked, in fact, this person never said it clearly, but as far as the gray-clad people understand, it means "don't ask anything."
What arrangements does this have for him, and how can they intervene.
Who knows this question, the National Teacher not only did not have anger, and even answered him: "I have met a noble man here many years ago."
That is ... too long, too long ago, so long that even he couldn't remember how old he was at that time, what he was like, who his father and mother were, and why he was abandoned in this remote place In the mountains. Had it not been for that noble man, I am afraid he had suffered a lot in reincarnation.
After hearing his answer, the man in gray clothing gave a moment's glance, and bowed his head, "That really noble man has the wisdom to see the pearls, otherwise, where is the peace today?"
"Eyes knows the pearl ..." The teacher seemed to think this was very interesting, and he seemed to laugh at it. "Is it peaceful? If it is peaceful, I do n’t have to do so much trouble, and I do n’t have to stand here today, please come like this Some working people. "
The grey-clad man didn't know what to say for a while, but the teacher had always been taciturn. It was rare to be interested to say such things. Wouldn't it be more difficult for him not to answer. So he thought for a while and said, "It's us who are foolish and we can't separate our worries."
The state teacher heard that, with a glance at his eyes, he glanced at them indifferently, and fell again on Jiangsongshan. After a short while, he said lightly, "Where there is always something useful, we don't need to be vain."
He looked at the deserted temple on the top of the mountain and suddenly raised his hand to perform a Buddhist ceremony.
For him, this life begins here, so it should be "uncle" here, which can be regarded as a beginning and an end. In addition, what he is doing today is somewhat rebellious to the original intention of the original one, so it is safe to come to him before he dies.
I believe that the other person can understand his painstaking efforts if he is alive.
When he finished his Buddha ceremony and raised his eyes again, in the circular array of hundreds of people, the paper sign on the lotus base suddenly shook.
One is facing Dazao Temple, the other is toward Dongting, and the other is facing Wanshishan.
The three sheets of paper shook at the same time, making a "wow" sound, like the flapping sound of a strong wind blowing the battle flag.
Immediately afterwards, the blood circle beneath the rosette suddenly lightened, and the blood stains that were about to dry out suddenly seemed to be fresh, and even slightly flowing.
The teacher turned around, raised his sleeve, swept, and heard the sound of a wind knife sweeping over the circular array. In the array, the thumb of the left hand of a hundred people suddenly split a slit, and Yin Hong's blood immediately flowed from the slit. Flowing down, falling to the ground, as if attracted to something, meandering towards the stone statue.
It was a terrifying sight, with hundreds of blood lines creeping towards the stone statue like a snake, and melted into the bottom of the stone statue in a blink of an eye.
Although all the grey-clad people were prepared, they suddenly felt cold when they saw this scene. They stared blankly at the blood that stained the entire rosette to dark red, and seemed to be alive, walking up from the feet along the stone statue.
It seems that the whole stone image will be dyed blood.
How much blood it would cost, the gray man didn't know. All they knew was that the human blood in this circle would eventually be drained, and none could survive.
And just as they stunned God, the teacher glanced at them a little, raising his sleeves was a wind blade. The gray man only felt a tingling in his left thumb and had to react in the future. His entire left hand was violently pressed to the ground.
That power is so powerful that it makes people unable to resist. The grey-clad man was caught off guard, and even the whole person was lying on the ground embarrassed, watching Yin Hong blood flow from under his fingers, and went straight to the stone statue. As if it was not blood that shed, but vitality.
They froze for a moment, struggling subconsciously, but no matter how much force they used and how they used it, their left hands were still nailed to the ground, their blood was still moving, and their blood was still flowing.
The gray man in the lead suddenly realized something. He suddenly looked up and looked at the Master, and just happened to meet the gaze of the Master.
There were no waves in those black eyes, as if what he was looking at wasn't a living person at all, it was just a plant in the world.
Through those extremely calm eyes, the grey-clad man suddenly understood the deep meaning of the previous sentence: Where there is always something useful, there is no need to be arrogant.
He even understood the reason why the teacher was much harder to say, because in his eyes, this wish was just a self-talk, no one heard it at all ... After all, death is a bone, and it is not human.