Volume 3: The disputes in Mingzhou City are gone, and it is difficult to carve a rotten wood for a hundred years Chapter 244: The Strange Old Man is Really Strange
"Bang!"
The old monk raised his sword and chopped it down. The whistling internal energy directly split the mountain path in half, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, he avoided the solitary grave and did not destroy it.
The strange old man withdrew into the wedding procession, the faint silk threads in his hands were flying, and his internal energy flowed along the threads into the countless puppets.
For a moment, the puppets that had been silent before seemed to become agitated, like ghosts smelling fresh human flesh, greedily staring at the old monk. The endless internal energy surged between their bodies , causing their clothes to flutter, and visible blood condensed on their bodies and then dissipated with the wind, as if they were demons baring their fangs and claws.
"ah!!!!"
Except for the "bride" who was still sitting silently in the sedan, almost all the puppets opened their jaws at the same time and let out an extremely shrill "scream" together.
The cry was like the howling of hundreds of ghosts, causing the mountains and forests to shake and the birds and beasts to flee.
But rather than saying it is a "scream", it is better to say that it is just the sound produced by the vibration of internal energy.
Unlike ordinary screams, this sound is extremely harsh and can make the listener's heart shake and mind tremble. If one is not careful, it may injure the eardrum and cause temporary hearing loss.
As a person whose internal energy is vibrating, the internal energy in the strange old man's body is vibrating at the same time as the external internal energy, so he will not be affected by this sound.
A shrill "scream" was heard, and the old monk's robes fluttered. Then, a giant golden Buddha stood up around him, sitting cross-legged on the mountain road, blocking the mountainside.
The strong internal energy blocked the strange old man's weird moves. The next moment, the monk raised his sword again and killed the bright red team.
The hundreds of ghosts beside the strange old man did not show any weakness either. They were seen in various postures, some spitting out sharp mouthparts from their mouths, some pulling out long swords from their arms, and some tearing their robes, stretching out eight arms and crawling on the ground with a snarl in their faces.
The blood-colored internal energy enveloped them, making them look like evil ghosts and demons, with long hair flying in the wind, and the bright red robes made their featureless faces appear even paler.
"ah!!!!"
They screamed and rushed towards the old monk from all directions, like a group of demons dancing wildly, wanting to share his flesh and blood.
In Tianmen Mountain, the golden Buddha had his eyes wide open, and behind him was a beam of Buddha light, like a King Kong descending to the earth. He put his palms together, waved his long silk, and slapped the demon in front of him.
And those countless puppets were like evil spirits in the deserted mountains, wailing and crying, with endless hatred and unwillingness, baring their claws and fangs, and pouncing on the Buddha.
When the two collided, heaven and earth came to a standstill.
The Buddha slapped the mountain wall with his palm, making a loud noise that stopped the moving clouds, causing the rocks to shatter and the earth to collapse.
But the hundreds of ghosts dodged the palm and pounced on the Buddha, tearing him with their sharp claws, gnawing with their fangs, or stabbing with bone knives, breaking the Buddha's golden body and causing the golden light to fly away.
A ghost rushed to the front of the old monk, but was ripped open by the sword, and its body fell into the valley with its remains scattered all over the ground.
"Old ghost, you can't kill me with just these broken pieces of wood." Looking coldly at the strange old man surrounded by dolls, the monk Yuanji said lightly.
"It's not up to you to decide whether to kill you or not." The strange old man stood quietly, twitched one of his fingers, and answered indifferently.
I have to admit that his voice is very nice, clean, pure and warm. If it weren't for the weird makeup and the dazzling red robe, he would have been an enviable man.
The old monk's brows raised, and then he felt something grabbing his foot.
Subconsciously looking down, he saw a pale arm tightly grasping his ankle. It was the arm of a puppet he had just smashed, and the blood-red nails were still so eye-catching.
"It seems that you have made some progress over the years." The old monk sneered, and with a burst of internal energy, he blew the arm away.
The strange old man continued to pull his fingers, and countless broken limbs and arms grabbed the old monk again.
The rain was getting heavier. In the heavy rain, ghosts and Buddhas were fighting each other, and the bloody internal energy and golden light were entangled with each other. A lonely grave stood silently in the distance, and there was nothing in front of the tombstone.
"Ah!!!" The screams of ghosts and the roar of Buddha mixed together.
Watching the old monk being gradually bound by the endless remains of "ghosts".
The bride in the sedan chair finally stood up.
She was wearing a fluttering red dress, with a dot of cinnabar between her brows and a light red on her thin lips that seemed to blur the vast rain. The strange old man did not look at her, but asked a doll to take out a piece of red cloth from his arms and gently cover her face with it.
"Dang!" Another puppet struck the gong in his hand.
Just like it was a real wedding day, the strange old man held the bride's hand and walked towards the "gate hall".
After splitting a puppet once again, the old monk's body was almost unable to move. The broken limbs and arms mixed with the strange old man's unique internal energy locked him tightly there, making it impossible for him to even bend his elbows.
The sedan chair was put down by the puppets, and the puppets that did not participate in the killing lined up on both sides of the mountain road, beating gongs and drums, making it very lively.
It was as if countless people had come to attend the wedding. The strange old man led the bride to the old monk under the gaze of the "crowd".
"I said, I will let 'her' kill you with her own hands."
After saying this, the bride raised her hand silently, like an extremely sharp blade, slowly turning over the old monk's flesh and blood, and sinking into the old monk's chest bit by bit.
"Heh." The old monk laughed, and at this moment, his internal energy suddenly surged again.
Golden light burst out from his body again, and the sword, wrapped in a powerful internal energy, chopped towards the strange old man's neck.
Looking at the falling blade, the strange old man's eyes dimmed even more.
"Dang!" After a clanging sound, the ring knife was caught by the bride's hands.
The old monk had already withdrawn his body, blood still flowing out of his chest, but he seemed unaware and continued to condense his internal energy outwards.
"Do you think I have been just chanting sutras all these years? That monk can't remove the thoughts I planted in him, just like he can't commit suicide. He can't cut off his own future."
After saying that, the monk looked at the strange old man again, with a sinister smile that showed no trace of Buddha's nature on his face: "My talent has always been higher than yours."
"Bang!" As a vast internal energy rolled out, the golden Buddha that had almost dissipated became solid again, or in other words, it became more solid than before.
The Buddha's light shot out, breaking through the clouds and rain and illuminating the sky.
The golden Buddha opened his eyes, his face ferocious, as if he wanted to drive away all the demons in the world.
Little do they know that it itself is the biggest obstacle.
The strange old man held the bride beside him and looked at the Buddha in front of him calmly. After a while, he spoke to the ghosts beside him.
"Enter the hall."
In a blink of an eye, the gongs and drums subsided, and the ghosts all turned to look at the Buddha, revealing their fangs that were shining coldly and their claws that were painted bloody.
"roar!"
When the Buddha slapped his palm, the ghosts and monsters rushed forward without dodging. The golden and red internal energies collided with each other again. At the moment of contact, countless puppets turned into ashes.
But they did not do nothing. They continued to tear a gash in the Buddha's body, and the gash became deeper and deeper.
The strange old man and the bride were protected by the dolls and walked slowly towards the old monk along the path opened by the dolls.
There are no unnecessary moves, this is a pure competition of internal energy.
Finally, the strange old man came to the old monk.
The old monk smiled, raised one of his hands, and slapped the strange old man.
The strange old man also held the bride's hand and faced the palm strike.
"Bang!!!"
The internal energy that rolled apart the clouds rushed up into the sky, causing chaos in the wind and rain.
That day, Tianmen Mountain was shaking continuously.
…
When Li Si heard the news and rushed to Tianmen Mountain, everything was over.
It was still raining, and the ground was littered with scattered and broken dolls. A half-broken sedan chair lay on the side of the road, no longer having its previous noble appearance.
The old monk left, and the strange old man knelt there with a sword stuck in his chest, and the equally broken bride leaned beside him.
Blood flowed down his body, mixed with the rain water, and spread all over the ground.
"Si'er." The strange old man must have seen Li Si. He raised his head with some difficulty, smiled and said.
“You’re here…”
"Yeah." Li Si was not surprised at why the strange old man spoke. He just stood there, holding the rotten wooden sword in his hand until his knuckles turned white.
The strange old man looked at Li Si with his eyes lowered. After a while, he must have thought of something. His fingers trembled, and he manipulated the bride to take out a blood-stained sugar cube from her arms, handed it to Li Si, and said with a smile.
"Si'er, have some candy."
Li Si looked at the sugar cube in front of him without saying a word. After a long time, he took it and put it into his mouth.
"Is it sweet?" asked the strange old man.
"It's bitter." Li Si replied indifferently.
"Really?" The strange old man smiled helplessly, his eyes looking into the distance, and his expression became increasingly dim.
"Then I'll buy it for you next time."
After saying this, he glanced sideways at the bride beside him, and this glance seemed to contain all the tenderness in his life.
"Xiuniang, I'm here to marry you..."
This time, he smiled and leaned on the bride, without making any sound.
The broken bride hugged him, and her eyes reflected the most beautiful years of her life.
