Embers of Sword

Chapter 382 The wind blows the leaves
"Master Meng, the 'Yuanguang Temple' is ahead."

The cavalry galloped and stopped in a desolate forest.

Meng Kejian raised his arm and signaled to the Yu Camp not to make any sound so as not to disturb the enemy.

His spiritual thoughts were cast from a distance of several miles.

This is indeed a very ordinary small village.

No traces of temples were seen.

but……

Meng Kejian scanned the area with his mind several times and found something strange.

Some of the "people" in this village made him feel strange.

Although these people were not wearing monk robes, their temperament was quite different from that of ordinary people, and the words they used when talking to each other were also very "polite".

He vaguely heard words like "Amitabha" and "donor".

After listening carefully for a moment, Meng Kejian's eyes became cold.

He was already sure.

This seemingly ordinary deserted village is the site of the missed "Yuanguang Temple". For some reason, this temple was demolished... Many of the people living in the village now are former monks!

"Sir, this deserted village is not big. It won't take much effort to slaughter everyone."

An attendant captain noticed Meng Kejian's mood change and was ready to draw his sword.

"Not urgent."

Meng Kejian stretched out his hand and placed it on the captain's shoulder.

He said expressionlessly, "First, let the Yu Camp surround this small village, and then summon the surrounding Yuanzhou cavalry to completely block this place. I want this area of ten miles to be completely blocked."

"Within a radius of ten miles, there is no way to get through?"

The captain was shocked when he heard this.

This scene is almost the same as the killing at Qixia Mountain...

The lieutenant asked cautiously, "This matter is of great importance. Do I need to report it to the general?"

"nature."

Meng Kejian chuckled: "Go and report to the general and tell him that... my 'Que Wu Dao' is trembling."

His hand slowly dropped, stroking his beloved sword.

The Battle of Qixia Mountain.

He severely injured Xie Zhen with his Wu sword...

Although he failed to kill the genius of the Chu State, the full-strength blow of the Yin Shen Faxiang pierced deep into his bones.

In this world, sword cultivators are not the only ones who have the "heart lake sensing".

Originally, when looking at the map through the parchment scroll and deducing the direction, Meng Kejian only had a vague feeling that something was wrong with the old site of "Yuanguang Temple".

Now, he clearly felt something was wrong.

"Take the string plate!"

Meng Kejian shouted in a low voice and raised his hand. Another accompanying captain quickly took out the string disk.

Meng Kejian pointed the string disc at the small village.

"Shhhhh!"

I saw the string plate vibrating violently!

There has never been such an obvious reaction since stepping into Yuanning County.

Wisps of chaotic aura collided in the string plate, like fish on the hook.

obviously.

No matter whether the person you are looking for is in this village or not... the law of cause and effect has been here.

……

……

The wind is blowing.

The small village of Taoyuan was in a bleak state.

It was probably the death of Zheng Fengsheng that made everyone's face look sad.

When it was time for lunch, the monks from Yuanguang Temple took out porridge and distributed it, but few people came to receive it.

A young monk was sitting under a banyan tree with a sad face. He ran up to the great monk Facheng holding a bucket of sticks.

"Master Abbot, today is such a bad day!"

"Just now, the uncles and forefathers screened out six hexagrams in a row, and all of them were of the worst quality!"

"Master Abbot...are you in a trance again?"

The young monk said a series of words but received no response, then he realized something was wrong.

He raised his little head and blinked.

Facheng was seen standing alone under the banyan tree, his robe blown up by the wind. He stood still and stared fixedly in the direction of the exit of Taoyuan Village.

He has been standing here for a long time.

The monks around were accustomed to this phenomenon.

This skinny and withered monk is always like this. From time to time he stands still, just like a stone sculpture. Buddhism calls this phenomenon "trance". For Zen practitioners, "trance" is not a bad thing. It is said that the night wandering of ghosts thousands of years ago refers to the body being still while the soul is out of the body.

“Being in a trance” is similar, it can soothe the soul and help you avoid danger and seek good fortune.

It seems that being in a trance is just like being "dazed", which is not difficult.

But in fact, it is not easy to achieve "trance".

The real "trance" allows the soul to wander in the void and see some incredible blessed light.

A gentle breeze blew.

The monk's robes fell.

A ray of golden light appeared in Facheng's empty eyes. He frowned, bent down and picked up the child without saying a word.

The skewers tube fell to the ground, and the screened bamboo sticks scattered all over the floor with a crackling sound.

The next moment.

An extremely thick crossbow arrow shot in from the entrance of the quiet Taoyuan Village!

"Boom!"

The arrow was so powerful that it turned into a long black rainbow that flew close to the ground, shattering even the void. The whistling arrow energy was accompanied by a strong wind.

"His" sound.

The little monk who was picked up by the waist had his pupils contracted. He had no time to react and didn't know what happened. He just felt a sharp pain on his cheek!
Although there was no contact with the crossbow arrow, the strong wind brought by it still left several thin and dense cracks on his tender cheeks!
Facheng held him and retreated several feet. The big banyan tree, which was so thick that it took three or five people to hug it, was shattered by the arrow!
"Boom!"

The banyan tree fell, and screams and shouts instantly drowned the small village.

Facheng looked pale, holding the child, and stumbled back dozens of feet. The dust in the distance was crushed by the horses' hooves. The small formation he brought from the Fanyin Temple was usually quite useful, but at this moment, it couldn't even provide basic defense and was torn to pieces by an arrow.

In the distance the ground began to tremble.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the village was becoming more and more chaotic.

"Is it Kouluan?!"

A middle-aged man hurried out of the house, a hoe in his hand.

"No! It's the Iron Cavalry!"

"It's Chen Chong's cavalry!"

Several villagers who were closer saw the smoke and dust in the distance. They looked pale and had despair in their eyes... These refugees had traveled through several counties to avoid the invasion and had seen the "Iron Cavalry" many times.

The quality of Yuanzhou cavalry varies.

After Chen Chong took over.

The cavalry are uniformly ranked according to the color of their shoulder armor.

The ordinary Yuanzhou cavalry had white shoulder armor, then blue, then purple, and finally red.

What was charging out from the smoke and dust before our eyes was actually the "elite army" wearing red shoulder armor!
Completely different from the scouts from the previous few days!

These cavalrymen are extremely tough and powerful, and they would never appear here for no reason!

"Yuzi Camp?"

A villager recognized the feather marks carved on the shoulder armor and asked in horror: "Why did Meng Kejian's Yuzi Camp come here?"

There was no time for this fear to be conveyed through language.

Boom.

A loud shout rang out, directly penetrating into everyone's hearts.

"Yuzi Camp, receive orders to wipe out the remaining evildoers of the Buddhist sect!"

This deep shout enveloped the sky above the small village. This shout contained the secret technique of the soul: "Everyone, kneel down immediately! Anyone who is disrespectful will be executed immediately!"

The shout spread.

Taoyuan was in chaos and everyone fell to their knees.

How can ordinary refugees fight against the iron cavalry?

The smoke gradually dispersed.

A team of cavalry slowly entered the village.

The "instigator" who had just shouted was only a captain at the Qi Control Realm. The cavalry were lined up in a line at the back, so he could only sit third or fourth.

The one in the front, far ahead.

Naturally, it was the commander of the Yu Camp.

Meng Kejian.

Yin God! This is an existence that most ordinary people will hardly see once in their entire lives.

Taoyuan Village was dead silent.

Everyone knelt on the ground. Meng Kejian sat on his horse, looking down at these "ants" coldly. He was too lazy to even release his pressure.

But at this moment, no one dared to look up at him.

"Where is the monk from Yuanguang Temple?"

A captain frowned and asked on behalf of Meng Kejian.

He looked down at the people crawling on the ground, but to his surprise, no one answered.

See this.

The captain's expression darkened. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the head of a woman next to him.

Did not say?

Ordinary ants have no right to “not speak”!

As long as he checks his soul, he will be able to figure out what happened here in half a minute at most!
"puff!"

next moment.

Something unexpected happened to everyone.

A skinny figure stepped forward and stood between the captain and the woman.

The captain's palm directly penetrated the chest of the shriveled figure.

"Master Abbot!?"

The little monk fell to the ground and screamed, exposing his identity uncontrollably.

the other side.

The woman whose life was saved by Facheng was also horrified: "Master Facheng!"

"..."

Meng Kejian looked calm and watched the scene with great interest.

The captain had a gloomy look on his face.

He slowly pulled his hand out.

Facheng's thin and shriveled body suddenly gushed out blood and began to tremble uncontrollably. He staggered a few steps until he was supported by a young monk and was able to stand.

Facheng was unable to speak.

He raised one hand with difficulty, placed it in front of his chest, and saluted tremblingly.

When the monks who were kneeling on the ground saw this scene, they were unwilling to endure it and stood up all of a sudden.

"Oh, there really are remnants of Buddhism!"

Seeing this, the captain sneered and asked respectfully, "Sir, how should we deal with this?"

"Not urgent."

Meng Kejian shook his head.

He slowly turned around, looked at the dumb monk in front of him, and asked expressionlessly, "Where are the others?"

The closer we got to the village, the more intense the vibrations of the Quewu sword and the string board became.

He was already certain that Xie Zhen Miyun was here.

These monks were very stubborn and none of them was willing to speak.

Meng Kejian was not angry. He stretched out his hand and took out three portraits from the captain's bag. He shook them one by one and unfolded them with his Yuan power: "Did these three people escape from here?"

These questions were no longer directed to the monks.

But to everyone.

"Crash!"

The three portraits fluttered in the wind. At that moment, all the residents of Taoyuan Village could see the portraits clearly.

There was shock in their eyes, but more of it was fear.

The portrait depicts a young man, a woman, and a child.

Aren’t they Mr. Xie and his group who just arrived in Taoyuan?
"very good."

Meng Kejian put away the scroll.

Some questions don't have to be answered.

Seeing the expressions of these villagers, Meng Kejian had the answer.

He knew that he had finally found his "target".

Meng Kejian finally felt relieved. He whispered, "Report this secret to the general immediately. Xie Zhen Miyun is right here."

"Yes!"

The captain carefully confirmed: "What about these people?"

"Of course, kill them all!"

Meng Kejian, in a good mood, could not help but frown and scolded: "These monks, and these untouchables, are all guilty of harboring! After killing them, remember to dig three feet into the ground. I want to see where they buried the Buddha statue of Yuanguang Temple!"

After these words were spoken, the originally silent village fell into chaos again.

"My lord, my lord, please don't do that!"

"Please spare us...I have a child!"

The refugees who fled here kowtowed and begged for mercy.

But the cavalry's expressions did not change at all.

Meng Kejian was already familiar with such scenes, and amid the chaos, he pulled the reins and headed towards the back mountain with a relaxed look.

next moment.

He frowned again.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the mountains ahead.

This gust of wind brought with it pieces of dead leaves and fallen leaves...

Vaguely.

Meng Kejian felt a sense of "uneasiness".

The sword of Que Wu was indeed trembling.

But the tremor at this moment was different from the previous fighting in Qixia Mountain... It was no longer excitement or excitement, but "tension" and "trembling"!
This strong wind briefly interrupted the cavalry's execution.

The group of people, including the captain, had just drawn their swords when countless grass leaves and flying flowers flew towards them. They wanted to swing their swords, but they all felt a strong sense of uneasiness in their hearts. So for a moment, there was only the sound of swords being drawn but no sound of swords falling. After the strong wind ended, the cavalrymen looked in the direction of Meng Kejian.

At the entrance to the mountains in the small deserted village, flowers and leaves were blown all over the ground by the wind.

A faint sense of uneasiness permeated everyone's heart.

"wrong……"

"That's not quite right..."

The captain of the Qi Control Realm swallowed his saliva, felt his heartbeat, and finally whispered in a very low voice: "It's very wrong..."

When the wind died down, a dead leaf swayed left and right in front of me and slowly fell.

It looks ordinary.

But the captain felt a slight stinging pain on his cheek.

He looked through the shiny silver blade and saw a cut slowly appearing on his cheek where the dead leaves had blown on it, and bright red blood was flowing out of it.

How can there be such wind in this world?

How can there be such sharp leaves?

Silent fear spread throughout the village, and every cavalryman who drew his sword was left with a small wound by the dead leaves.

No more, no less.

Neither deep nor shallow.

What really frightened these cavalrymen was...

It was the extremely crisp ticking sound at the front.

The entire Taoyuan Village was in absolute silence. After the wind died down, everything was quiet and you could hear a pin drop.

The sound of falling blood came from the horseman in the front.

Meng Kejian.

……

……

Meng Kejian stretched out his hand and caught the slowly falling leaf.

This is just an ordinary leaf.

The wind just now was just an ordinary gust of wind.

The wind blew the leaves off, but even the horses were not startled, which means everything was normal...

But one thing is unusual.

There was a cut on his cheek.

"interesting."

Meng Kejian clenched his palms and crushed the dead leaf. He pretended to be calm and looked at the exit of the hill. His eyes were uncertain and he asked: "Have you broken through?"

There was no voice in response.

In the silent wind, the only sound was the creaking sound of the wooden wheels turning.

A young man in black, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

(End of this chapter)