Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 383: Mountain Temple
The mountain temple has no incense for a long time. There is an old bell tree in front of the door. The dead leaves are falling with the wind. There is a path stepped out around it, with yellow weeds on both sides.
The two or three Taoist officials were all slightly injured, walking on the way to fetch water, holding the gourd in his hand, Zhang Ling's sun was darker, and there was a bandaged wound on his body.
The water in the stream was very clear, and the stones were washed round and round. A few people in the rain grabbed water and drank, washed their faces, and filled the gourds. They temporarily sat on the bank and looked into the distance without speaking.
A gust of wind blew, the rain sizzled, and there was a sharp chill. The two Taoist officials glanced at each other, one in his thirties, who seemed to be in a higher position, and said: "My lord, we have this time again. Five colleagues were killed, now there are only six, a 70% discount!"
"If we continue to follow, even if we have a good foundation, we won't be able to live much longer. This is obviously going to kill us again and again, my lord."
"Shut up, this is a mountain temple, don't let anyone hear it, we are the court officials." Zhang Ling scolded.
"My lord is too careful." A later twenty-year-old Taoist official named Shangxiang gritted his white teeth and said: "This mountain **** is an obscene sacrifice, and he doesn't even have a plaque. It's nothing but a wild god. He can listen. Come to us to speak?"
"Even if you listen, can you report us?"
"Sir, we started with a dozen people and added two more times in the middle. There are always more than 30 people. Now we are all about to die, and we have been fighting again and again, and the mana and energy are exhausted. If we continue to do this, we will undoubtedly die. And Dao Lu Si will be greatly injured."
At the "Wow" stream, a small fish jumped out of the water and landed on the water again, making a wave of ripples. Zhang Ling glanced at Shangxiang and sighed inwardly.
Shang Xiang’s family is small, and a younger brother died. He is almost alone now. He was silent. He reached out and touched his arm. The wound was not shallow, only the wound was cleaned, and he was reluctant to use it. He tried hard to repair, and sighed for a long time: "But we can't retreat."
"The assassination of enemy generals is obviously beneficial to the court, which is of great justice."
"Pei Ziyun did not ask us to fight directly, but basically one person on the top. We are only responsible for logistics and intelligence. What can we say?"
"And it wants us to stare at it and record the whole process."
Speaking of this, the three people present are silent. This is the helplessness of the Taoist official. His wealth, life and Dao Fa are all pinched in his hands. A Shang official who is not able to pass the Fa can be deprived of spells with a single rant.
Usually eats the royal salary, but can't help it in times of emergency. Sometimes you have to go to death, **** it, and die together. This is the system and the court!
At this time, it was gradually entering the night, and under the cool breeze and cold rain, Zhang Ling said: "If you want to retreat, you will desert the soldiers. Not only will we die, but the whole family will be sinned."
Speaking, smile bitterly: "Accept your fate! Or, what else can I do?"
The three of them all lowered their heads, and saw Shang Xiang gritted his teeth, showing resentment, and suddenly clenched his fists.
Mountain Temple
The spider on the eaves weaved a web, the altar was placed under the statue of the god, and there was an incense burner. It was only in dilapidated condition, with traces of water flowing on it.
There is straw in one corner, and the little girl sits tremblingly at this moment, looking at the roasting hare from time to time, scented.
Smelling the smell, the beggar took a deep breath, cut a small piece on the rabbit with a pocket knife, put it in his mouth and tasted it, then got up and offered the roast rabbit to Pei Ziyun.
Pei Ziyun eats and says: "Although there is only a little salt, the meat tastes good."
"What's your name?"
"Luo Cheng." The beggar responded, respectfully, his face was yellow and muddy, his only eyes appeared to be very determined.
Huh? This name is a bit familiar. Pei Ziyun has become an immortal. He never forgets. He moved his mind and searched his memory, and his heart moved quickly.
Looking at it, the beggar is actually fourteen or fifteen years old, but he looks thin and weak because he is stray and has no nutrition.
According to the memory of previous life, this person was adopted by the nobles very early, and soon became famous. The rumors were in the ears of the original owner. Although only occasionally, the original owner might not even remember where he heard it, but he could be rumored to be a noble person.
"Just according to the rumors, this son should have met the nobleman last year, why is he still a beggar now?" Pei Ziyun tore the rabbit meat, hesitated, and the thoughts flashed to understand.
"It seems that it is my own butterfly effect, I changed history, and this son has missed the nobleman." But now that Pei Ziyun doesn't care much at all, just about to speak, several Taoist officials are holding them in their hands. The gourd came in, put the gourd on the ground, took out the dry food in his arms, and the beef handed it: "True monarch, please have a meal."
With a stroke of Pei Ziyun's hand, the rabbit was cut into several pieces. Everyone divided them. Then they said to the little beggar and the little girl: "It's in the temple, give me one."
"Xie Zhenjun." Although the little beggar didn't understand the meaning of Zhenjun, he could also understand that Pei Ziyun was a big man. He pulled the little girl from a distance and both sat on the hay and shared a portion of dried beef.
A group of people used the water. Pei Ziyun's ears moved slightly. He heard the movement, but he didn't move at the moment. Then he ate, only speeding up a lot. Then he threw a silver medal, a piece of silver, and a bag of dry food to the beggar: "You hide behind the idol. There is a secret room there. Don't come out. You can go to Yingzhou and Liujin Island afterwards. With this silver medal, someone will take you in."
Speaking of getting up, there was already a faint sound of horseshoes, and several officials changed their faces and looked outside: "No, it's King Lu's Cavalry."
Pei Ziyun smiled, with a hint of coldness on his face, and said: "He has caught up again. It seems that King Lu is really furious and he is hunting down at any cost."
A faint cold light appeared in the temple just by hearing a "click" and pulling out the sword.
Looking outside, I saw a line of cavalry, armed with crossbow knives, and there seemed to be fifty people. They were slowly encircling them. As the cavalry approached, in the low mountains and forests, there were birds that were alarmed and turned towards Fly away.
"True monarch, fifty people, seems to be patrolling. He saw the mountain temple, so I checked it out." Zhang Ling looked at it, his face getting harder to look, and his heart beating faster and faster.
Actually, this is easy to understand. The village is too easy to leak the news. The people are the most snobbish race. Even if they are not guilty, strangers can kill foreigners, let alone commit crimes.
For the safety of the village, for the benefit of a little bit, I will definitely report to the officials.
That's the case, the patrol is the field stronghold-so the cavalry approached as soon as they saw the mountain temple.
"If the true monarch is in his heyday, it will not be difficult to kill these fifty cavalry."
"But it is obvious that after repeated assassinations, the true monarch is a bit exhausted. Now this situation is dangerous."
I was thinking, the horseshoe outside became quiet, and the grass seemed to make a sound of someone coming in.
"The enemy has a crossbow, and the field is not good. We are fighting in the temple. Everyone is prepared. Once the enemy comes in, we will immediately encircle and kill." Pei Ziyun said coldly. sword.
At this moment, Shang Xiang suddenly rushed out the door, shouting: "Pei Ziyun is inside, I will cast the shadow out."
This person doesn't want to die, and there is no one in his own family. Since Pei Ziyun doesn't give a living, let him die.
"Damn" Zhang Ling was furious. Now that a few people are together, this person betrayed Pei Ziyun and was about to let himself die. Originally there was sympathy, but now he was only angry.
Looking at Shangxiang running out, Pei Ziyun also flashed a trace of killing intent on his face, but did not move. With a kick, a burning firewood flew out, like a sharp arrow, and passed through Shangxiang with a "poof" Back, suddenly fell to death.
"Ah!" The cavalry who only rushed in, watched the Taoist officer and shouted for surrender. They were killed immediately. This blow was almost the power of a crossbow arrow. This was really terrifying, and there was an uproar.
The cavalry were all in an uproar, the bow and crossbow were wound up, and the atmosphere suddenly became serious. The team was waving their hands, stepped back a few steps, and exhaled deeply: "The crossbow is ready, let the fireworks!"
One of the armored soldiers immediately took action, and a red firework blasted into the sky.
"The team is right, do we want to go in?" The deputy team was looking at the ruined temple, and King Lu said, killed Pei Ziyun and immediately promoted to the third level.
"We are just a team here. This person is really terrible. Fifty of us are afraid to take it down. It is the right reason for fireworks to gather a large army. If you dare to go, if something bad happens, I will ask you for it." Was talking coldly.
The deputy team was listening to this~ IndoMTL.com~ breathing, the enthusiasm in the eyes faded, and he did not dare to make times. The team saw him soften and said: "We only need to delay a while, the army will arrive. That’s great work!"
A Taoist official looked outside through the gap, a crossbow arrow aimed at it, and there was a bonfire burning and thick smoke rising.
"True monarch, it's okay. They didn't come in, they lighted fireworks and bonfires, and they seemed to be reporting the news." The Taoist exclaimed.
Pei Ziyun closed his eyes slightly and listened to the outside voice: "There are more than fifty people outside, cavalry, wearing light armor, very cunning, and will not come in at all."
Actually, this is also normal. In the past assassinations and pursuits, Pei Ziyun and Taoist officials possessed mana. What they liked the most was to lead them into narrow terrain where they could not use their forces. Once in this environment, they would kill dozens of soldiers. It's not difficult, but the tactics are used too much, and the enemy is not a pig. Since then, Pei Ziyun glanced over several Taoist officials: "I kill, do you still have mana?"
Zhang Ling's face was blue and cold, looking at the crossbow: "True Lord, we don't have much mana, but we can communicate, flash art, no more."
"Okay, it's okay to have a flashing technique. If you use it, I will go out and kill." Pei Ziyun said.
"Yes, true monarch——Flash!"
In the faint rainy night, two white light spots appeared on the sudden field. The team was reacting extremely fast. Only when they saw the white light, they immediately fate: "Close your eyes and shoot the crossbow"
The armored soldiers immediately responded, and only heard a "puff" that suddenly cut through the disturbing rainy night. With dozens of sharp whistles, the rain of arrows rushed into the temple gate.
It’s just that no one rushed out immediately, so the crossbow arrows shot into the wall and the door with a puff of white, and then the door flew out, slamming straight, and behind, a figure threw out, the sword light flicked, and the blood The three soldiers at the top had not had time to react, and they had fallen out.