Copper Coins Chapter 88: River Blood (2)

In front of Songjiang Mountain, where Daze Temple is located, there is a black rock beach lined with stone peaks, and after the black rock beach, there is a boundless river surface.

At this time, there were densely packed people lying on the black rock beach. Roughly, there were nearly two hundred people. Their faces were pale and bloodless, their eyes were closed, their eyebrows were slightly frowned, and they were all unconscious. At first glance, they seemed to be dead, but they were never stiff.

Judging from the clothes worn by these people, most of them are rags and rags, exuding a sour smell that has not been cleaned for a long time. They are either pure beggars or refugees who have left their hometowns due to famine.

There is also a part that even though the clothes are in good condition, it can be seen that it is not a good material. Judging from the calluses and cracks on the hands and the dry black skin formed after years of sun exposure, it can be guessed that they must be from a poor family.

However, among these people, there are also some people who seem to be living a good life. Most of them were kidnapped because they were alone or in the wild, including the tea shop, etc. Human Stone Zhang and Lu Twenty-seven.

If they were awake at this time, they would have been startled by the current battle. Because these nearly 200 people were placed in a circle from the inside to the outside, and a circle was formed in a circle, and finally a circular array of living people was formed.

In the center of the circle is a one-person-high stone sculpture, roughly carved into a monk standing on a lotus pedestal. Seen from behind, the monk's robes are flowing, and he has the smell of a stone Buddha. However, when you walk around in front of you, you will find that you can't see the monk's facial features at all, because he wears a beast pattern mask on his face, looking strange and solemn, and there is a vague evil spirit.

What's even weirder is that the robe of this stone statue is covered with intricate runes. At first glance, it is the same as the stone carvings in the center of the small arrays of Daze Temple, Wanshi Mountain and Dongting Lake. The difference is that the runes on this stone statue are also mixed with some primitive characters, which at first glance look like self-created characters handed down by a certain tribe.

If Xue Xian was present at this time, he would definitely recognize that these characters are of the same origin on the stone walls of Bai Wodong Cave, but the strokes of the brushes are slightly different. The difference is so small that even the writer himself can't tell the difference if he shakes his head a little.

The rosette of this statue is covered with oily yellow paper talismans.

Under this lotus seat, a circle was also drawn with blood.

These nearly 200 people are stone statues with their heads facing and their feet facing out. Although there are differences in appearance, rich and poor, but one thing is the same - they all have a small statue on their foreheads. The blood spots look like blood moles at first glance.

The wind and waves on the river were turbulent, and one layer rushed to the shore. In addition, the heavy rain poured into the sky, and the posture seemed to be one more wave, and it would rush to Jiang Song Mountain.

However, the circle formed by the nearly 200 people seems to have formed a copper and iron cover. The wind so strong that it could cut flesh and robes raged, but the paper talisman on the lotus seat of the stone statue remained motionless. The pouring rain made the river flood to the shore in the blink of an eye, but not a single drop fell on the robes of these people.

Besides this circle, there is a group of men in gray on one knee. They all wear masks. At first glance, they are somewhat similar to those in Taichang Temple, but those in Taichang Temple are mainly red. The human mask is mainly blue and black, like one yin and one yang, one bright and one dark.

In addition, they also had a peach wood pendant on their waists, exactly the same as the man who was hiding downstairs in Xuanminzhu.

"There are 100 and 80 people who match the eight characters, one is not many, one is not many, ninety yin, ninety yang." The leader of the man in gray opened his mouth to report, his voice covered by a mask It seemed a little stuffy below, and it was scattered by the heavy rain when it was exiting, and it sounded indistinct.

The person they knelt on one knee is standing between the black rocks on the two peaks, facing Jiang Songshan, with both hands behind their backs. He was wearing a snow-white monk's robe and was spotless. The heavy rain was silent, and there was no trace of wetness on the monk's robe.

This man is tall, slender and tall, and his backside alone has an air of death from the world, which makes people afraid to look or approach.

His face is covered with a silver mask, and others can't see his face, only revealing a pair of black eyes. He was looking up slightly at this time, his eyes fell on the top of Songjiang Mountain, and there seemed to be a trace of something in his calm and indifference.

He listened to the words of the head of the gray coat, and rubbed the fingers behind his back slightly, but his eyes did not move.

The gray-robed leader raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head in panic, keeping silent, waiting for the white-robed monk to speak. Even this slight pondering made these gray-clothed men feel uneasy, as if they were covered in fallacies and did a bunch of ridiculous things.

In fact, the monk rubbed his fingers and said lightly, "Have you ever bothered unrelated people?"

His voice also had a natural indifference, like slightly frozen water.

But such a simple question made these men in gray shudder slightly. The leader said quickly: "No, no, we only picked remote places to kidnap people, but if there are a few idle people next to them, we also brought them with them, and we didn't leave any clues."

The monk rubbed his fingers again, and said neither happy nor angry, "Abducting people?"

The leader changed his words again and again: "No no no, please someone."

After he hurriedly corrected, he didn't hear the order for a while, and he couldn't help but secretly glanced up, and saw that the monk in white was still quietly looking at the top of Jiang Song Mountain. Although he couldn't see his eyes, the man in gray felt that he rarely had a hint of emotion, as if this remote and nameless Songjiang Mountain had something to do with him.

The man in gray looked in a trance, and for a while, he was daring, but he opened his mouth and asked: "This place is remote and unknown, and it is unremarkable. Why did the national teacher choose this place?"

As soon as these words were finished, the man in gray wanted to slap himself to death here. He was brought up by Songyun Warlock since he was a child. He started helping Songyun and the national teacher to do some troublesome things at the age of sixteen. It has been seven or eight years. Cloud led things around and ran around. But even with less contact, he knows the temper of this national teacher——

This man has always been moody and disgusted that people below him ask things that shouldn't be asked.

As for what should not be asked, in fact, this person has never clearly stated, but as far as the grey clothed people understand it, it means "don't ask anything".

This guy has his own reasons for any arrangement, and they can't interrupt.

Who knew his question, the national teacher not only did not get angry, but even answered him: "Many years ago, I met a noble here."

That's really... so long, so long ago, so long that he can't even remember how old he was at that time, how he was born, who his parents were, and why they left him here in remote mountains. If it weren't for that noble person, he would have been in reincarnation a few times, and why would he have come to the present.

The man in gray was stunned when he heard his answer. He lowered his head and said, "That's really a noble person who knows the pearls, otherwise, where would we be in today's peaceful and prosperous world."

"Wisdom eyes and pearls..." The national teacher seemed to find these words very interesting, and seemed to be mocking, "Is it peaceful? If it is peaceful, I don't need to do so much trouble, and I don't need to stand here today. Invite so many toiling people."

The man in gray didn't know what to answer for a while, but the national teacher has always been taciturn, and it is rare to have the interest to say such words. So he thought about it for a while, and then said, "We are stupid, we can't share our worries."

When the national teacher heard the words, his eyes moved, he glanced at them indifferently, and landed on Jiang Song Mountain again. After a while, he said lightly: "There is always a useful place, there is no need to belittle yourself."

He looked at the deserted temple on the top of the mountain, and suddenly raised his hand and performed a Buddhist salute.

For him, this life begins here, so it should also "die" here, which can be regarded as having a beginning and an end. Moreover, what he is doing now is somewhat contrary to the original intention of the original one, so it can be regarded as a peace of mind to repent before he "dies".

I believe that if the other party is alive, he can understand his painstaking efforts.

When he raised his eyes again after the Buddha ceremony, in the circle formed by the hundred people, the paper amulet on the lotus base of the stone statue suddenly trembled.

One is facing Daze Temple, one is facing Dongting, and the other is facing Wanshi Mountain.

The three sheets of paper trembled at the same time, making a "whoosh" sound, like the flapping sound of a gust of wind stirring a battle flag.

Immediately afterwards, the blood circle under the lotus seat lit up, and the blood that was about to dry up seemed to suddenly become fresh, and even flowed slightly.

The national teacher turned around, raised his sleeves and swept his sleeves. He heard the sound of wind knives sweeping above the circle. The left thumbs of the hundreds of people in the formation suddenly split open, and the red blood suddenly flowed from the incision. It flowed down and landed on the ground, and as if attracted by something, it meandered straight towards the stone statue.

It was an extremely terrifying sight. Hundreds of blood lines quietly crawled towards the stone statue like long snakes, and melted into the bottom of the stone statue in the blink of an eye.

Although the men in gray were prepared, their hands and feet felt cold when they saw this scene. They were stunned to see that the blood dyed the entire rosette dark red, and seemed to be alive again, going up from the foot along the stone statue.

Appears to be dyeing the entire statue bloody.

How much blood would it cost, the man in gray doesn't know. They only know that the blood of the people in this circle will eventually be drained, and none of them will survive.

And just when they were stunned, the national teacher glanced at them lightly, and raised his sleeves again with a wind blade. The man in gray only felt a tingling pain in the thumb of his left hand, and before he could react, his entire left hand was violently pressed to the ground by an overwhelming force.

It was so powerful that it made people unable to resist. The men in gray clothes were all caught off guard, and even the whole body lay on the ground in embarrassment. It seems that it is not blood, but vitality.

They were stunned for a moment, and subconsciously struggled frantically, but no matter how hard they tried and what method they used, their left hand was still nailed to the ground, motionless, and blood was still gurgling forward.

The leading man in gray suddenly realized something, he looked up at the national teacher in amazement, and happened to meet the lowered gaze of the national teacher.

There was no turbulence in those black eyes, as if what he was looking at was not a living person at all, but only the grass and trees in the world.

Through those extremely calm eyes, the man in gray suddenly understood the deep meaning of the previous sentence: there is always something useful, and there is no need to belittle yourself.

He even understood why the national teacher was so hard to say, because in his eyes, it was probably just talking to himself, and no one heard it at all... After all, death is a pair of bones, and it is not a person.