Monsters are impossible, there are no monsters in this world.
Although the identity of the man with the hat is a mystery and his martial arts are strange, it is not that there are no clues to be found.
"... So? You want to know the master of Piaoping Pavilion, what kind of martial arts my benefactor is practicing?"
The swordsman Su Li rushed to a village outside the city under the guidance of the blacksmith Wang. The blacksmith Wang urged his wife and daughter to pack their soft luggage and prepare to leave Run County. Meng Qi came in a hurry, and asked Su Li such a question, let him The swordsman was a little stunned.
"She recognizes the way." Meng Qi gestured to Lady Liu who was brought over by him.
When blacksmith Wang saw this old neighbor for many years, his heart was on fire, and he was almost killed before, how could he not be angry
"Aunt Liu, I really can't think of it. I feel wronged that you are selling needles and thread sachets on the street on weekdays. With such martial arts, you are condescending to squat in this small place. You must have an unhappy life. Now it's all over, everyone doesn't need to continue. Almost wearing a mask."
In the face of the sneering and sarcastic blacksmith Wang, Lady Liu knew she was right and didn't say a word.
If she justified that she didn't monitor the blacksmith shop and didn't think about taking action against the blacksmith Wang's family, how could she know exactly where the blacksmith Wang's wife and daughter lived in their hometown in the countryside? Meng Qi came so quickly, obviously he didn't even need to "inquire about directions", he directly knew which house the Wang family lived in in the village.
Blacksmith Wang used to be a half-hearted man, and he had made a lot of enemies in the past, so he paid attention to these things on weekdays. When the neighbors asked about his wife and daughter who lived outside the city, he would take the words to him vaguely, and would not ask his family to come to the shop to bring him food and water.
The swordsman said that he was in danger and in trouble. Blacksmith Wang was not happy, and felt that the swordsman was making a fuss.
At this moment... I'm still angry, but thinking about it, the swordsman didn't leave him alone, he was doing his best.
Blacksmith Wang had nowhere to vent his anger, and Lady Liu just bumped into him.
"You don't have to say who you are, I don't want to know." Blacksmith Wang looked annoyed that he had lost his luck, and turned around to help his wife continue to collect guys.
His departure really made it much easier for the swordsman and others to talk.
Whether it is A Furong or a descendant of Western Liang trying to restore the country, it is of great importance. The more ordinary people know, the more dangerous it is.
At this moment, in the low and narrow firewood room, there were four people standing or lying down, and the atmosphere was stagnant.
Lady Liu was the one who was half-lying. She was seriously injured. Mo Li had already had her pulse checked, and she couldn't recover within three or five months.
- As for internal injuries, as long as you lie down and recuperate without moving your infuriating energy, you can boil and drink medicines without taking tonics, or you can have a master who has cultivated all the way to help heal your wounds.
The problem is that Mrs. Liu has nothing, the "master" abandoned her, and Meng Qi is not a good person. Just carrying her on the road was like carrying a sandbag. Now that she is under the eaves, even the blacksmith Wang's face has to be seen, and she can't wait to hide in the corner and be ignored.
"You... yes, and you!"
Meng Qi first refers to Lady Liu, and the second refers to Swordsman Su Li.
"Only the two of you know a little bit about that guy at the moment, tell me everything you know."
That guy was referring to the man in the bucket hat. Meng Qi didn't know the other party's name, and he was disgusted by his death, so naturally he wouldn't give him a good name.
The swordsman's face was ugly, and his mood would be very complicated when he mentioned the man in the bucket hat.
On the one hand, the swordsman did not agree that the other party used A Furong to control the killer, and suspected that the so-called "kindness" was also for the purpose of taking advantage. Driven, it can be regarded as a way of life for him.
What if you have good muscles and bones to practice martial arts? The first ten years of Knife Guest's life were terrible, and it is no exaggeration to say that it was rotten leaves in the mud pit. No one looked at him, and no one cared about his life or death.
"He seldom shoots in front of me, he only points out my martial arts, and the swordsmanship I practice is also given by him." Su Li considered the words carefully, and said cautiously, "I don't know the level of his martial arts, only vaguely. I feel his strength is higher than mine."
"Master is very strong." Lady Liu said in a low voice.
In fact, she didn't want to say anything, but the resentment in her heart, and if she was found to be "surviving", Shopkeeper Sun would definitely order others to kill her to silence her. Even if she didn't say anything, she would still be called a "traitor".
"The master also practiced the martial arts of Mojieti Temple, called 'Indestructible Truth', which is a very advanced martial arts. In the past, only the elders of Mojieti Temple could read it. Master Nemo, the master of the practice method, was not able to understand the last step, but the master has practiced it." Liu Niangzi said with fear, "Indestructible truth has a natural instinct for those who practice the Thirteen Heavenly Demons. Suppression, we cannot resist the master."
Mo Li felt that it was bizarre, there is no reason for natural restraint in this world, even water and fire, there are strong and weak situations.
Meng Qi snorted and said with a sneer: "Immortality is the truth? It sounds nice, isn't the highest martial arts of Mojieti Temple not the celestial beings?"
When it comes to Buddhist scriptures, Mo Li is a little confused.
Mr. Qin has never taught. He has been studying martial arts and medicine for 20 years. It is enough time to read and recognize words. How can I have time to read these.
Thinking of the aura of the Dou Li people, it is more like practicing evil sects.
"Tianmo Bo Xunxiang is a misnomer by outsiders. We are not practicing magic arts, just as outsiders call the 'Konghua Array' as the demon mad Huaxiang." Liu Niangzi defended, and was a little resentful.
Meng Qi didn't buy it, and sneered at himself: "I admit that the martial arts of Mojiati Temple is indeed unique. The monks who founded the temple in the past studied and understood the Shurangama Sutra, and their martial arts were disturbed by the heavenly demons. It can break through the obstacles and strengthen their heart to Buddha. Although I don't believe what they believe, the martial arts of Mojiati Temple were really not to compete with others. Unfortunately, with the passage of time, the monks in Xiliang Gradually, they only value the power of these martial arts, ignoring the meaning of their original existence, and what’s more, they intervene in the government and become obsessed with power, and participate in the infighting of the eight clans.”
The Shurangama Sutra is a very special Buddhist scripture. It explains how demonic illusions can deceive practitioners, and how to overcome them.
Therefore, there is a saying that the Shurangama Sutra is immortal and that all Buddhist scrolls are immortal.
Although Meng Qi didn't believe a word of it, the martial arts direction came from a solid foundation. Since the martial arts of Mojieti Temple was born out of this, the later generations forgot the essence and indulged in martial arts. They only wanted to study martial arts to increase their power. .
"Even when Xiliang destroyed the country, there were still monks in the Magati Monastery who practiced the Buddhist Dharma without any intentions, but what about you?" Meng Qi said coldly, "I'm afraid that there are not even those who are familiar with the scriptures and classics. If you recite martial arts, you should be thankful that your strength is not good, otherwise your mood will not be right, and sooner or later you will go crazy."
Lady Liu was stunned and instinctively wanted to refute, but when she thought about Meng Qi's strength, she closed her mouth.
Forget it, whoever is stronger speaks.
Su Li frowned and said, "No matter what martial arts he practices, I have never seen him go crazy."
"Not necessarily."
It was Mo Li who spoke this time, and Doctor Mo suspected that the Dou Li man had turned martial arts into an evil method.
Qin Lu said that some people are naturally gifted and talented in martial arts, and even if they were given random and completely wrong exercises, they would make a few more detours, tinker with them, and finally comprehend them. Come up with new martial arts.
This kind of thing has happened not once or twice in the arena.
There are always people who need to entrap people for various reasons, make a wrong exercise, and want the other party to go crazy.
There are successful ones, and there are those who steal chickens without losing the rice. For example, they comprehend the first-class mind method that has long been lost from a third-rate internal skill, and make the person who pretends to be clever and harms him alive to death.
It sounds bizarre, but in fact the three-rate internal power and the first-rate mind method were created by the same sect patriarch, the former is a simplified version of the latter. Since someone can create it, someone can deduce a complete martial arts based on fragments or even simplified versions.
This is quite reasonable, and it is even more common to take the remnants of martial arts to complete the second half by yourself, and it is even more common to practice the high and profound martial arts of the right way into the evil way. Individuals are free to understand and play freely, such as the white bone claws and the yin-turning palms in the storybook.
All in all, martial arts secrets can't be mastered by an idiot who doesn't have comprehension. He will only look at the gourd and draw a scowl, and if he encounters a master, he will be beaten directly to the north, and those who are not ordinary people are born, as long as they are not dead. The brains are superstitious about the authority of the secrets, so it is better not to give them the secrets. If someone has bad intentions and gives them the wrong copy, they can only gain a terrible enemy.
If a man with a hat is extremely talented, he may not necessarily change his mind directly when he realizes that he is about to go crazy.
It took a while for the swordsman to understand what Mo Li said, and then he was a little dumbfounded.
I don't know that there have been so many troubles in the arena, and there are so many sophisticated swordsmen thinking: Is it difficult to spend money on a killer? It's still so harmful in twists and turns, who is to blame for the anti-efficacy
Then Su Li found that he didn't seem to be a killer anymore, and he couldn't get a bite to eat when others found a killer.
But not being a killer, the swordsman didn't know what to do, so he was very at a loss for a while.
"You just call him 'Ben Gong' and you call him 'Master', and you don't even know his name?" Meng Qi continued to ask.
Su Li nodded, which made Mrs. Liu look at him with an indescribable expression, as if she was wondering how there could be someone like him in the world.
"Our master is a disciple of the last Dharma King of Miti in Mojiati Monastery. It is said to be a member of the Fei Ting tribe."
After Lady Liu finished speaking, Meng Qi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is really a coincidence."
"how?"
"Xiliang national teachers are all from Mojiati Temple, and Miti is one of the four Dharma kings in the temple. I remember the last Xiliang national teacher, it seems that it is the Dharma king Miti."
After Mo Li heard this, his expression became strange, and he asked, "Then what about this Western Liang national teacher? Was he defeated by you?"
If he died in Meng Qi's hands, wouldn't the man in Dou Li have a grudge against Meng Qi for killing his teacher.
The name of the national teacher originally originated in the country of Xiliang. About a hundred years ago, Xiliang ordered an eminent monk from Mojieti Temple to be the national teacher. After that, the Central Plains also had such a saying. The national masters of Xiliang in all dynasties were all very famous monks, not necessarily all martial arts, maybe just proficient in Buddhism, or good at gaining power. Mo Li never thought about this, so in the battle between Chu Chao and Xiliang, is the national division of the two countries the first to fight
"No, that Dharma King Miti was infected with the plague when he went to the Feiting tribe to preach."
"… "
"At that time, a plague broke out in the southwestern border of Xiazhou, and it affected the entire Fei Ting department in a very short time. Nine out of ten camps were empty, and most of the nobles died, not to mention the herdsmen and slaves. That Dharma King Miti is getting old. , relying on internal strength to hold on for more than half a year, when I heard that the Chu Dynasty occupied the capital of Xiliang, he died of anger."
Mo Li glanced at Meng Qi, and his heart was really hated by the country and the teacher.
"The disciples of Dharma King Miti should have a dharma name in Magati Monastery, and you don't know it?"
"I heard... He was a disciple whom the last Dharma King accepted shortly before his death. He was not ordained at a young age. Later, the Mojieti Temple was destroyed in the fire of war..."
Mo Li suddenly said to Lady Liu, "I see you, don't you look like a native of Xiliang?"
Not all of the more than a dozen Xiliang masters who practiced the Kong Hua Formation had alien appearances, on the contrary, their features were not conspicuous, especially Liu Niangzi looked no different from the people of Run County.
Ink carp is not sensitive to the appearance of people, until now.
"I'm not. My ancestors were Han people who settled in Xiliang. After the fall of the country, they were forcibly moved into the customs and gathered into villages." Liu Niangzi stared at the three and said sharply, "You want to ask me as a Han citizen. Why do you want to restore the kingdom of Xiliang?"
Meng Qi didn't answer, but the swordsman asked strangely: "Is there no one in your family? If you have both parents and brothers, and you were chosen to learn the martial arts of Mojieti Temple, what other options would you have?"
Madam Liu choked, and her aggressive momentum was gone.
Mo Li looked at her for a while and whispered: "If there are people from the clan, I am afraid that after moving into the customs, the life will not be easy."
Ordinary people don't care if the country is restored, they just want to live.
These former people of the enemy country, after a few years of stability in the Chu Dynasty, ushered in the madness of Emperor Chu Yuan, Emperor Ling of Chu, and the battle of power and officials to the point of ruining the society, not to mention the later Qi Dynasty. He was born in the army and did not like foreigners, and he lacked capable ministers who could sort out internal affairs, improve policies and govern the people.
"... There is no shortage of extortionate taxes and taxes, and even corvee service is twice as heavy as that of ordinary people at the border. They are often called cheap slaves because our ancestors served foreign races."
Liu Niangzi's face was expressionless, but a line of tears rolled down, "We are not as good as those naturalized Xiliang people, at least at the border, Xiliang people who can raise horses and hunt are very respected, saying that they are A man. And people in our village can’t even lift their heads when they go out. One generation is worse than the next. My father died of hard labor before he was 30 years old. My cousin couldn’t bear to escape from labor. My family was sentenced to be a slave, and I ran sheep and horses for the frontier army. My ancestors were also taken away as slaves by the people of Xiliang, and they finally broke away and became the people.
Meng Qi sighed.
There are probably a lot of people like Lady Liu.
Otherwise, the man in the hat would not be able to find so many people as his subordinates.
"No matter what dynasty or generation, whoever does not let the people live, they will naturally rebel."
The righteousness of the family and the country, and the integrity of the nation. Ordinary people like Liu Niangzi have little knowledge and are about to die, so when others give her a way, she will leave.
"Forget it." Meng Qi changed his tone and asked Lady Liu, "How many years have you been under that disciple of Dharma King Miti? How many times have you seen him? Has his martial arts always been like this?"
Liu Niangzi said unsure why: "I have been practicing Kong Huazhen for more than 20 years, and I don't have many chances to see the master, about four or five times. Speaking of his martial arts... My martial arts are low, I really can't feel any changes."
Meng Qi turned his attention to the swordsman.
The swordsman asked sharply: "I've been around for more than 20 years. He doesn't show up often, and I focus on practicing swordsmanship. When I was young, I couldn't figure out the level of his martial arts, and it's the same now. But you don't seem to mean it. Refers to the level of martial arts?"
"Death." Meng Qi said succinctly.
Mo Li added: "When did the death energy in him appear? From the beginning?"
If that's the case, the swordsman who was mistreated and beaten almost lost his life when he was miserable at a young age couldn't think that the "beneficiary" was a good person. No matter how simple his thinking was, he would be so scared that he just wanted to run away. Who would dare to stay and repay his gratitude
As a result, the swordsman gave Mo Li Meng Qi an unexpected answer.
"What madness?"
"… "
The four looked at each other for a while, and finally Mo Li was the first to speak, explaining the suffocating and weird feeling around the man in the bucket hat.
"I feel this way when the master is angry, but isn't that the reason why I wait for the same source of martial arts and not as good as the master?" Lady Liu was also at a loss.
The swordsman did not learn the martial arts of Mojieti Temple. He took the initiative to ask: "Doctor, you are talking about death, not murder?"
Mo Li nodded and described the breath he felt again.
After a long while, the swordsman shook his head and said, "No, I have never felt this way before, and..."
"Huh?" Mo Li vaguely felt bad.
"The feeling you describe is very strange. Since it is extremely terrifying and dead, like a village full of plagues, why is it like a Gobi desert that can't find life? Normally, shouldn't it be a battlefield full of corpses? "
The ink carp was stunned.
He suddenly realized that the so-called dead energy might be something only he and Meng Qi could feel.
Only Longmai will feel that the desert Gobi has a "dead spirit" because there is a lack of life there.