New and dark light years

Chapter 220: Which temple did it come from?

To the southwest of Yulin City, there is a large river called the "Huixian River".

Legend has it that Goulu Cave Prefecture in Beiliu is more or less related to Huixian River.

In the middle reaches of the Huixian River, there is a small plain called 'Colorful Fields'.

The area is home to a wide variety of flowers, each unique and colorful, hence its name.

In the center of the sea of ​​flowers, there is an abandoned house. Judging from its style, it seems to be a small temple, suggesting that people used to live in this area.

Inside the room sat more than a dozen monks dressed in yellow robes.

Generally speaking, those who wear yellow robes are almost always martial monks.

Moreover, they were almost all young people, with only one middle-aged monk.

These people were all meditating, and the only sounds around them were the chirping of insects and birds.

Not long after, a man walked in from outside, wearing a straw hat and with a small mustache.

He then took off his straw hat and picked up his wig, clearly revealing himself to be a monk.

He sat down facing the middle-aged monk and said, "Master, many of our people have already infiltrated."

The middle-aged monk nodded and smiled.

“But… that corrupt official is tightening his surveillance on people in the martial arts world, and he’s arrested quite a few people, including some of ours,” the young monk said in a low voice. “I’m worried that things will be exposed.”

"It's alright, they'll keep their mouths shut," the middle-aged monk smiled slightly.

At that moment, the two of them looked in a certain direction in the house almost simultaneously, and then they all jumped up from their meditation and rushed outside.

Then a figure was seen disappearing at the end of the sea of ​​flowers.

“Someone has discovered us,” the young monk said. “Is it one of that corrupt official’s men?”

The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "He must be a martial arts practitioner who is passing by. That corrupt official could not have left Yulin County. Moreover, most of his men are soldiers and ordinary people. Apart from a traitor from the Lingxiao Sect, he has no other experts."

The young monk nodded.

The monks continued their meditation.

As evening approached, a monk got up, looked outside, lit a fire, and went to an altar.

He took out a paper envelope from the bundle, carefully untied the paper flaps, and took out a white incense stick from inside.

He then laid the white incense horizontally, pressed it against his forehead, whispered a Buddhist verse, lit the incense by the firewood, and finally placed it in a fairly large incense burner in the house.

The incense sticks are clearly white, but the smoke they emit is green. The smoke sinks down and gradually engulfs the entire incense burner, with some green smoke flowing out.

Immediately afterwards, a True Lord, roughly the size of a wolfhound, emerged from the green smoke.

This True Lord walks on four legs, with a body much like a wolf, but his head is that of a human... and he's even bald.

The young monk seemed unable to see the True Lord. After doing all this, he sat down to the side.

Then the middle-aged monk came over, took out an iron pheasant, scratched it in his palm, and then stretched out his hand.

The True Lord began to suckle in his palm.

The middle-aged monk's body trembled slightly at first, but as time passed, the trembling intensified, and finally he shivered violently.

"Good, good, good..."

The middle-aged monk withdrew his hand, got up, and went to a corner to change his clothes.

Zhenjun floated in mid-air, but it was lying down, just like a dog.

The middle-aged monk changed his clothes and looked at the True Lord floating in the air. This thing could protect them from the strange and eerie threats during these days.

He was about to speak when he heard a strange sound.

It was intermittent, as if something was hiding.

The middle-aged monk looked in the direction of the sound and vaguely saw what appeared to be a small purple paper figure running across the roof beam.

paper man!

Paper Prince... Oh no!

The middle-aged monk shouted, "Get up, all of you! That corrupt official is here!" All the monks jumped up and looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged monk pointed to the roof beam: "There are paper figures on it. The rest of you go to the window and check what's going on outside."

At that moment, several young monks ran to the edge of the house, and as soon as they opened the window, several arrows were shot at them.

These monks were all skilled in martial arts; although they were hit by arrows, they only swayed slightly.

Then the monks' expressions changed.

One of them shouted, "Master, there are soldiers all outside, we are surrounded!"

The middle-aged monk rushed outside, and when he saw what was happening, his face turned green.

Before anyone knew it, the house was surrounded by soldiers.

It forms a circle, surrounding the room from afar.

About twenty feet directly in front of the house, a young man sat in a black sedan chair, dressed in a red official robe and wearing a black gauze hat, looking very dignified.

“Paper Prince.” The middle-aged monk’s face was ashen as he turned to look at a young monk: “Was it when you went to investigate that they discovered your whereabouts?”

The monk's face was deathly pale, and he just kept shaking his head.

“This is going to be difficult.” The middle-aged monk snorted. “But ordinary people are no match for us. We’ll feign weakness and pretend we know nothing. When we get close to that corrupt official, we’ll form a battle formation and charge in to capture him.”

The monks nodded.

But as they discussed their next plan, Li Lin quietly said, "Mount the rockets, fire a volley."

Commander Ma said to the junior officer beside him, "Signal: notify the entire army to load rockets and fire in unison."

Because many soldiers were carrying torches, and the lighting in the area was sufficient, several black and white flags were waving incessantly, and soon the archer formation completed a volley of fire arrows.

A rain of arrows fell from the sky, like flowers scattered by a celestial maiden, drifting towards the house.

Once these 'sparks' fell, the entire house was set ablaze.

The nearby flowers and plants also caught fire.

The monks were dumbfounded.

They possessed exceptional physical skills, and ordinary arrows and swords had little effect on them.

But... they can't be immune to water and fire.

He screamed and fled from the house, covering his face.

Flames burn, blue smoke billows.

I don't know how painful it is.

The True Lord, with a human head and a dog's body, floated in mid-air, quietly watching this scene.

There is no intention to offer any assistance.

Soon, the monks fled the fire, screaming and rolling around as they took off their burning clothes.

Even so, only half of the monks escaped from the fire.

Seeing this, Commander Ma scoffed, "What martial arts masters? They're no match for our army."

Xiao Chunzhu was standing next to Li Lin at this moment. Although he was the deputy commander, he did not have any real power for the time being, so he acted as a bodyguard.

His expression was both grim and relieved.

He could tell that these monks were all skilled fighters, but they couldn't even withstand a single volley of rockets from the large army.

Now he was even more certain of one thing: he had made the right decision to follow County Commandant Li.

What kind of so-called martial arts masters or martial arts figures are they? In front of the army, they are nothing.

The dozen or so monks who escaped were not dead, but their condition was not good either.

The commander immediately ordered his men to tie up the monks who were still alive and then escort them to Li Lin's front.

Li Lin looked down at the monks, their bodies blackened by the fire, and asked with a smile, "Which temple are you from?"

(End of this chapter)