The two Taichang Temple people and horses were like them, sitting around the stone carvings that the national teacher put down first, and pressed down their thumbs with blood beads.
The author has something to say: Note [1]: From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear, if you are separated from love, you will have no worries and no fear. - "The King of Wonderful Colors Seeking Dharma"
Well, finally here, I promise to let them have a sweet year~
Chapter 88
In front of Songjiang Mountain, where Daze Temple is located, is a black rock beach lined with stone peaks, and after the black rock beach, it is a boundless river surface.
At this time, there were densely packed people lying on the black rock beach. Roughly, there were nearly two hundred people. Their faces were pale and bloodless, their eyes were closed, their eyebrows were slightly frowned, and they were all unconscious. At first glance, they seemed to be dead, but they were never stiff.
Judging from the clothes worn by these people, most of them are rags and rags, exuding a sour smell that has not been cleaned for a long time. They are either pure beggars or refugees who have been away from home because of famine.
There are also some who are well-dressed, but they can see that they are not good materials. Judging from the calluses and cracks on their hands and the dry black skin formed after years of sun exposure, it can be guessed that they must be from a poor family.
However, among these people, there are some people who seem to be living a good life. Most of them were taken captive because they were alone or in the wild, including the stones waiting for people in the tea shop. Zhang and Lu Twenty-seven.
If they were awake at this time, they would definitely be startled by the current battle. Because these nearly 200 people were placed in a circle from the inside to the outside, and a circle was formed in a circle, and finally a circular array of living people was formed.
In the center of the circle, there is a one-person-high stone sculpture, roughly carved into a monk standing on a lotus pedestal. Seen from behind, the monk's robes are flowing, and he has the smell of a stone Buddha. However, when he walked around in front of him, he found that he couldn't see the monk's facial features, because he was wearing a beast pattern mask, which looked strange and solemn, and also revealed a vague evil spirit.
What's even weirder is that the robes of this stone statue are covered with intricate runes. At first glance, it is the same as the stone carvings in the center of the small arrays of Daze Temple, Wanshi Mountain and Dongting Lake. The only difference is that, The runes on this stone statue are also mixed with some simple characters, which at first glance look like self-created characters handed down by a certain tribe.
If Xue Xian was present at this time, he would definitely recognize that these characters are of the same origin from the same clan on the stone walls of Bai Wodong Cave, but the strokes of the brushes are slightly different. The difference is so small that even the writer can't tell the difference by shaking it a little.
The rosette of this stone statue is covered with buttery paper talismans.
And under this lotus seat, a circle was also drawn with blood.
These nearly 200 people are stone statues with their heads facing and their feet facing out. Although there are differences in appearance, rich and poor, they have one thing in common—they have a small blood spot on their foreheads. At first glance it looks like a blood mole.
The wind and waves on the river were turbulent, and one layer rushed to the shore one layer after another. In addition, the heavy rain poured into the sky, and the posture seemed to raise another wave, and it would rush to Jiang Song Mountain.
However, the circle formed by the nearly 200 people seemed to form a copper and iron cover. The wind so strong that it could cut flesh and robes raged, but the paper talisman on the lotus seat of the stone statue remained motionless. The pouring rain made the river flood to the shore in the blink of an eye, but not a single drop fell on the robes of these people.
Outside this circle, there was a group of men in gray on one knee. They all wore masks. At first glance, they were somewhat similar to those in Taichang Temple, but those in Taichang Temple were mainly red, and the masks of these people But it is dominated by blue and black, living like one yin and one yang, one bright and one dark.
In addition, they also had a peach wood pendant on their waists, exactly the same as that worn by the man hiding downstairs in Xuanminzhu.
"There are 100 and 80 people who match the eight characters, one is not many, one is not many, Yin is ninety, and Yang is ninety." It was a little boring, and it was scattered by the heavy rain when it was exiting, and it sounded vague.
The person they knelt on one knee was between the two black rocks, facing Jiang Songshan, with both hands behind their backs. He was wearing a snow-white monk's robe and was spotless. The heavy rain was silent, and there was no trace of wetness on the monk's robe.
This person is tall, slender and tall, and the backside alone has an air of death from the world, which makes people dare not look at it or approach it.
His face was covered with a silver mask, and others could not see his face, but only revealed a pair of black eyes. He was looking up slightly at this time, his eyes fell on the top of Songjiang Mountain, and there seemed to be a trace of something in his calm and indifference.
He listened to the words of the head of the gray coat, and the fingers behind his back rubbed slightly, but his eyes did not move.