Hidden Blade Chapter 60: The dialogue between good and evil
September 30.
The end of autumn, the wilderness in the south, and the cool night.
On the wasteland thirty miles away from Jianling, a crowd of people standing still like a tide of darkness stood there. Their bodies are immovable like sculptures, and their eyes are coldly looking ahead, like evil spirits and fierce wolves.
They don't know how long they have been standing here. It seems to be only a moment or ten thousand years.
In the center of this group of black soldiers, there is a tent three feet away. Two figures stand outside the tent. One is nine feet away, his muscles are like bronze pouring, and the other is weak and dry. Chai seemed to be able to blow it down with a gust of wind.
In the white tent, a monk is doing cross-legged. He was wrapped in a black robes, and there was a white rosary hanging around his neck. It was made from the third phalanx of the ring finger of a stranger's right hand. The number of the rosary was exactly one hundred and eight.
His appearance is handsome, like a Buddha walking out of the painting, but there is a strong evil spirit between his brows. The two blend together, making his appearance a bit weird and weird. At this moment, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was muttering words, the whole person was like falling into a devil.
A sudden gust of wind blew.
The two figures of the tent, one strong and one thin, seemed to feel a little, and their eyebrows were cold, but the yin wind suddenly stopped in front of them, and then condensed into a petite figure. But it seems that the figure has no substance, it is just a phantom that is condensed by some secret method. Although it can't see the appearance, the purple eyes are dazzling in the dark night.
When I saw the figure of the purple-pupil girl, the chill between the brows of a strong and thin figure disappeared immediately, turning into a look of fear and respect, they hurriedly knelt towards the purple-pupil girl, with their mouths Said: "I have seen your Majesty."
"The two Yamas have worked hard, where's the Ksitigarbha?" the girl asked, her voice cold, not like human words.
The two stood up when they heard this, and then looked at each other, looking ill.
The purple pupil girl saw the two people's thoughts at a glance. She nodded slightly and said: "I know, I will go in and see him."
The two dared not stop them, and quickly opened the curtain of the tent for the girl, letting her step in.
The man in the tent is still trapped in the dream, his brows are furrowed and his face is pale. The purple pupil girl slowly walked to him, she looked at the man, the purple pupils glowed complicatedly.
After thinking a little, she stretched out her hand and placed it gently on the man's sleeve.
......
The world is gray.
Dark gray, deathly gray.
Perhaps it is because of this gray that the roar that resounds in my ears seems so harsh at this moment.
"Go to die! We can live only if you die!"
"Your life alone is exchanged for the lives of one hundred and eight of us. It's a good deal no matter how you count it!"
On the barren hill, a group of men in ragged clothes looked madly at the beautiful but awkward woman on the hill.
The woman had obviously never experienced anything like this before, and she looked at them incredibly, her brows filled with fear.
"Princess, there is nothing we can do, we also have wives and children, we..." the leader of the Jiashi said frantically, "We have gone and escaped for too long, the Great Chu is dead, and we can't go anywhere. ."
As the soldiers said, they slowly walked up towards the top of the mountain where the woman was. Maybe they were really tired. It didn't seem to be a rugged mountain road, but they had to use both hands and feet to go up. Climbing is like an extremely hungry jackal, desperate.
The woman on the hill was pale. Of course, she was afraid of the coming death, but she was even more puzzled by the fierce looks of these soldiers.
It is clear that after the fall of the capital, she accommodated these defeated generals and took them all the way to hide in Tibet, but why did they kill her at this time?
It is not that she has no cultivation base, but that she has been fighting fiercely in order to protect these remnants and defeated generals, and she is exhausted at the moment.
She was somewhat unwilling, especially when the soldiers came to her and wanted to take off her head. This unwillingness became stronger and stronger. She struggled to escape, but she was too weak. Pulled to the ground, her clothes were torn, revealing her snow-white body.
The gazes of the soldiers changed at that moment, becoming a little crazy and a little greedy.
"The princess took us not thin. Today, since the principal is going to die, we should also let the princess die happily. What do you say?" The lead armorer suddenly put down the knife in his hand and untied his ruined armor. .
So the crowd swarmed and drowned the woman, like a wolf eating fat sheep.
The man’s ferocious roar, and the woman’s pain and mourning resounded through the valley for a long time...
......
The handsome monk and the purple pupil girl woke up from their dreams at the same time.
The monk opened his eyes and looked at the girl. There seemed to be stars annihilated in his calm eyes.
"He is about to wake up." The monk suddenly said after a few breaths of silence.
"Then what will happen to you?" the purple pupil girl asked rhetorically.
The monk was silent again for a long time before he said: "Maybe it will die, or maybe it won't."
This answer didn't seem to really answer the girl's question again, but the purple pupil girl seemed to understand the meaning of the words, frowning slightly.
She asked again: "Is that dream why you did this?"
The monk stood up and looked at the girl, but didn't answer this question again. He was about to walk out of the tent.
"Time is running out. I have to do this for you before then, so you don't have to worry about it here and do what you should do."
The purple pupil girl heard the words, and the light between her eyebrows flickered. She looked sideways at the curtain lifted by the night wind. Following the gap, through the dense night, she could vaguely see the sword in the distance. Mausoleum. She said sadly: "I promised him not to do anything to Jianling."
"People always have to make a choice." The monk said softly.
"But must this choice be right?" the girl asked again.
"At least not worse." The monk responded.
The purple pupil girl seemed to feel the monk's determination at that time. She knew how futile she was, so she nodded again, and then the body slowly dispersed at that time and disappeared in place.
When the monk saw this, the expression on his face eased a little. He was about to take another step out of the tent.
But at this moment, a golden light flashed in front of him, and a monk who was born exactly like him but dressed in a golden robe suddenly appeared in front of him.
The monk made a Buddhist ceremony towards him with a calm expression, and his tone was as clear as a mountain stream.
"Amitabha."
The black-clothed monk saw that the golden-clothed monk appeared, he was taken aback for a moment, then he shrugged and said, "I really mean that Cao Cao and Cao Cao have arrived."
But in a blink of an eye, the black-clothed monk's tone changed, and his eyebrows suddenly surged: "I thought you were already weak, why still have the strength to come out?" As he said, he looked up and down the gold-clothed monk shaking. Body, and said: "Or do you think you can stop me now?"
"You and I are one, how can I stop you?" Facing his provocation, the Jinyi monk responded calmly as if feeling nothing.
The black monk raised his brows and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
"With this step, the donor can't turn his head back. God has a good life. I want to ask the donor to think twice." Monk Jinyi said.
The black-clothed monk sneered: "Don't you find it ridiculous? You gave birth to me, and your evil casts my evil. You can't suppress this evil thought, but you want to make me look back on the shore?"
The monk in Jinyi is still not annoyed, and he solemnly said: "I'm saving you."
"Save me?" The black monk seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He raised his head and laughed a few times. He stretched out his hand and picked up the Buddha beads made of human finger bones on his neck. Smiled and said: "Okay, then you come to save me!"
At that moment, behind the monk in black suddenly appeared a series of hideous evil spirits. They bite each other, roared, and fought each other, and the stern roar filled the entire tent!
"Come on, save us!" Thousands of evil spirits roared at the monk~IndoMTL.com~Their voices are gathered together. They don't distinguish between men and women, but they are very strange.
The Buddha light around the monk in Jinyi gradually dimmed under the ghostly air that filled the entire tent, and even his body became bright and dark, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.
The monk in black looked at his body and mocked: "Li Dongjun, how can you survive the common people even if you can't even get through your own?"
At that time, the monk in gold seemed unable to refute the words of the monk in black, and there was a moment of silence.
It took a long time before he said: "This is not the result she wanted."
When these words were spoken, the black monk’s eyes suddenly filled with a strong evil spirit, and the thousands of ghosts behind him also roared at this time, and they said together: "Then what is she wanting? As a result, she is dead! You died because of you, and you are not qualified to mention her!"
The monk in Jinyi looked as usual under his anger, he just sighed: "You are the cause of my planting, and the fruit of my fruit."
"Your sin is also mine. When the karma comes, I will take it on my shoulder."
After the monk in Jinyi said this, it seemed that he could no longer bear the majestic ghost in the tent, and his body gradually disappeared into nothingness.
When the black-clothed monk saw this, the ghostly spirit around his body was also suppressed, but the nameless anger between his brows became more and more prosperous.
He stepped out of the tent. Outside the tent, two strong and thin people knelt down, and the tens of thousands of soldiers who stood still like sculptures also knelt down at that time. Loudly shouted: "Meet the Lord of the Palace."
The black monk's eyes swept across the black tide, and finally he looked at the sword mausoleum in the distance, his brows sank, and he said loudly.
"At the end of September, at the end of autumn."
"The sword mausoleum will be destroyed, and the lotus will die!"
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