Creation of Animals in the Extermination of Corpses and Ghosts in Xiangxi

In the morning, the cool wind on Longhu Mountain gently blows, slowly turning over the mist on the mountain, like a veil floating in the dense forest.The old bell that has not changed for thousands of years on the Dragon and Tiger Mountain began to make a stirring sound, which echoed in the valley for a long time. In the Dragon and Tiger Hall, the curling cigarettes were still slowly burning. All the disciples sat cross-legged, as usual, sitting Morning class.

Wu Yuehe sat cross-legged in front of the futon, with the same peaceful expression as all the days. He has passed such days for countless years. He remembers that when he first entered this hall, he was just the one next to him. That, later, gradually sat closer and closer, and later, sat on the futon that symbolized the head disciple.

Sitting next to him was the Master Yingtan who had just passed away. Back then, like himself, he was a young man who had just seen the way. He had a devout belief in the Taoism of Longhu Mountain.

Some of the above are his uncles and uncles. Every time this time comes, they always start to give lectures and lectures. This is the most precious wealth in his life.

Later, in a great battle, these uncles and uncles died one by one, and there was a lot of space on the futon. I was lucky enough to sit on one of them, and the one next to me was the person I admired the most in my life.

Later, the futon was empty, and I made it to the one in the middle, and there were many young faces below me, who were almost worshiping, listening to my lectures, just like myself back then. Same.

At this time, he realized that he did not know when he had become the owner of this mountain and began to take charge of the fate of the first sect in the Central Plains that has been going down for thousands of years.

Wu Yuehe's eyes were closed tightly, and the wafting letter incense exuded a faint fragrance, which spread to every corner of the hall, and the disciples also sat down calmly as before, only a few disciples at the end , occasionally opened his eyes and glanced at himself uneasily, then closed them.

The mountain wind blows through the hall, blowing the ever-burning lamp under the statue of Tianshi on and off for a while, which seems to be the same as the current situation of the precarious Longhu Mountain.

Dang... A long bell rang for a long time, which meant that the morning class in Longhu Mountain was over.

Wu Yuehe stood up, and all the disciples stood up respectfully at the same time. Wu Yuehe walked out of the hall slowly. It is printed obliquely on the hall outside the temple.The morning wind blew past, fluttering the skirts of the Wuyue Crane, a mountain of mist, like a dream, shrouded the place where the Wuyue Crane took root, and many, many past events seemed to echo here.

Wu Yuehe couldn't help touching the white beard under his forehead, and murmured in his heart: "I'm old, I'm really old..."

There is a faint fishy smell, which can be smelled faintly in the wind. No one knows whether the catastrophe that Longhushan has experienced since the opening of the faction will be able to survive the catastrophe.

Inside the hall, there were crowds of people, but it was silent, and everyone's faces were so heavy.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

On this peaceful and peaceful morning, which was the same as usual, suddenly, there was a deafening cannon sound, rumbling, rumbling!Countless cannons like fireworks exploded continuously in the sky, which is really beautiful.

But at this time, no one seems to be in the mood to appreciate it.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp horn sounded from the foot of the mountain, and everyone's face changed for a moment. At the moment when the sound was received, everyone could feel the footsteps that almost touched the ground.

Wu Yuehe took a deep breath and said lightly, "Here we are."

"Headmaster, please give me an order. I, Longhushan, will never let these Japanese devils trample on me!" A disciple shouted loudly.

"Please give the order, Master," all the Longhushan disciples shouted together.

Wu Yuehe looked around and saw that all the disciples of Longhushan were filled with righteous indignation. At this time, he believed that even if he didn't need to mobilize, all the disciples would throw their heads and blood for Longhushan.

Wu Yuehe was slightly relieved that the Longhushan sect had been established for thousands of years, and even in this precarious and chaotic world, the foundation would not be broken.

He waved his hand lightly, but turned his eyes further away, as if he wanted to go through layers of dense forests and see through everything he couldn't see.

No need to look, or even think, Wu Yuehe could figure out that there were at least tens of thousands of regular Japanese troops in full armor at the foot of the mountain.

But up and down Mount Longhu, together with the disciples who boiled water, cooked rice and swept the floor, the number of them could hardly exceed a thousand.Although they are all people who carry Taoism, except for a very few elders with profound Taoism, he does not believe that they can resist these heavily armed Japanese troops.

This is a battle that is so disparate in strength that it can almost be described as a mantis arm.

However, the disciples of Longhushan are dead. Longhushan can be destroyed, but the integrity of Longhushan for thousands of years cannot be extinguished. In this battle, he is not trying to win, but just to be worthy of Longhushan standing tall in front of the palace. The golden body of Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of Kaipai!

Even so, there are no tactics at all.

Wu Yuehe said indifferently: "There is only one way up the mountain. All disciples should go up and guard this way."

The sun finally rose, and the warm sunlight fell from the sky and fell on his golden embroidered Taoist robe, which symbolized the highest authority of Longhu Mountain. point forward!

Swish swish!

Thousands of Qingfeng swords were all unsheathed, and they looked extremely bright in the sun. Countless disciples passed by him and rushed towards this ancient road with a history of thousands of years.

Clack, clack, clack!

The sound of footsteps came from the bottom of the mountain. Hundreds of disciples waited with bated breath in front of the gate of Longhu Mountain, which was almost soaring into the sky.

Gradually, I could see who was coming. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers, with bright guns in their hands, were walking towards the mountain gate step by step, and behind them were black and almost endless heads.

Fortunately, the mountain road was rugged and difficult to navigate, and only seven or eight Japanese soldiers could walk side by side. These Japanese soldiers were all well-trained and had gone through several battles. But when they saw that the opponent in front of them was still holding a cold weapon and wearing Taoist robes, they couldn't help showing a little surprise on their faces, and then they mocked...

However, they soon realized that the group of unarmed Taoist priests in front of them was not as vulnerable as they imagined.