The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 375: Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty, Duke Yang’s Treasure House

Yang Gong's treasure house.

The so-called "Yang Gong" is Yang Su.

Since the beginning of the Sui Dynasty, Yang Su had conquered the south and the north, and made great military exploits. He could be said to be invincible in battlefields and all attacks were invincible. In the end, he achieved great success and dominated the government, and his power was overwhelming, which was feared by Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty Yang Jian.

However, this man has a very serious mind and a deep city. He has already realized that he is in danger, secretly hoarding food and grass, recruiting troops and horses, and intends to plot a rebellion.

Later Emperor Wen believed the slanderous talk and deposed the crown prince Yang Yong and replaced him with Yang Guang. This gave the powerful minister Yang Su a glimpse of life and helped Yang Guang ascend to the throne in the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed drastically, Yang Su died of illness soon, and all the other gang members were eradicated by Yang Guang, but Yang Su's treasure trove was never found.

At this point, there are rumors all over the world that whoever finds "Yang Gong's Treasure House" can dominate the world and ascend to the top of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.

……

It was the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in chaos, thieves were everywhere, chaos had emerged, rebels from all walks of life had risen, and aristocratic families were fighting openly and secretly. This dynasty, which could only last more than thirty years, was finally coming to an end.

The ancient temple on the barren mountain coincided with the heavy rain.

A burst of rapid and messy steps tore apart the tranquility in the mountains and fields.

There are people and horses on both sides, one side is running away and the other side is chasing after them.

A bloody fight broke out in front of the ancient temple.

After the brief flash of swords and swords, there was nothing but corpses on the ground.

"Search!"

The winner cleaned up the killing field, groping for every corpse as if looking for something.

They just searched back and forth twice, and when they found a stone book, they grinned and were extremely satisfied.

"Hahaha, I finally got the 'Secret of Immortality'."

But as the rain got heavier, a few people stopped smiling, cursed and spat at the loser, and then broke into the ancient temple with unlucky faces to take shelter from the wind and rain.

The old temple is dilapidated, with ruins and tiles. Fortunately, it is used as a resting place by the mountain people who often go up the mountain. Some incense can be seen in front of the statue and some offerings can be enjoyed.

"Third and Fifth, you guys rest here while I go out for a walk and see if I can hunt some game."

The big man at the head made an explanation, then turned around and headed back into the rain. After a few ups and downs, there was no trace.

The remaining four people were muttering and cursing. While wiping the rainwater from their clothes, they looked around the ancient temple. They picked up the tributes in front of the statues, rubbed them on their sleeves casually, and started eating.

"Bah, what the hell does this taste like? It's sweet or not, sour or not."

One person was holding a persimmon in his hand and just took a bite. The juice was obviously splashing everywhere, but his expression was weird.

Looking down, the persimmons looked fresh, but they didn't have any taste at all.

"Bah, this is the same for me. It tastes just like chewing wax. It tastes terrible."

Several people tried again and again, and took a bite of the tribute. Without exception, the results were tasteless and difficult to swallow.

"It's really evil."

A few reckless men stared at their fierce eyes, you look at me, I look at you, and then turned to look at the statue.

The lean and short Lao Wu suddenly swallowed for no reason, stared straight at the statue, then slowly raised his hand and pointed, and said in a strange tone: "Do you guys feel that? This statue looks very much like a living person."

The air seemed to be frozen.

The wind and rain are as usual.

The remaining people looked at each other, and suddenly they all burst into laughter, till they burst into tears.

"If you are not a timid kid, no matter how human-like the statue is, it is made of mud. How can you still survive?" The third child has a burly body, a beard and thick eyebrows, a single eye that shines brightly, a beheading knife on his back, and a smile like wind and thunder. , "Don't tell me, this thing is really modeled after a living person."

But I saw the statue standing long, with a stick of incense in front of it, wearing a robe with a slightly ancient feel, one hand hanging by the side, and the other hand making seals on the chest, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, and long hair flowing, it was really lifelike and clear The eyebrows are even more vivid.

The third child got closer and closer, staring at the face of the statue and murmuring in his heart.

They look so much like each other, it's so amazing.

"Hey, in troubled times, even the Bodhisattvas can't protect themselves. Since you are a god, you still have to eat incense."

While laughing, someone lit the incense stick in front of the statue.

"boom!"

The incense burned for a moment, and a thunder suddenly exploded from the rain.

Several people who were already nervous suddenly became excited.

Fortunately, the boss who had gone out hurried back at this time, carrying a few skinned hares in his hand, and greeted: "Hurry up and fill your stomach. When the rain stops, we will leave as soon as possible. Mr. Yuwen is still waiting for our reply. !”

Only then did a few people turn their minds away from the statue, light a fire on the spot, and bake their clothes.

"Brother, it is said that whoever finds Yang Gong's treasure house can rule the world. Is it really that amazing?"

"Yes, I heard that too."

"Today's Holy Emperor is ignorant and ignorant, which has led to chaos in the world, people are in dire straits, and all kinds of powerful people are rising up. In my opinion, Master Yuwen is also restless..."

"Be careful!"

Several people were talking to each other, talking about key points, but the boss stopped them and scolded them.

Seeing several brothers laughing and shrinking back, the eldest brother with a serious and mature appearance said meaningfully: "What do you know? In addition to the gold and silver treasures that are incredibly rich, there are also weapons and armor that Yang Su has hoarded for many years in the past. But the most important thing is that it is rumored that the 'Devil Gate Relic' is among them."

"Demon relic?"

Several people lost their voices.

The origin of this object is mysterious. According to legend, it is the treasure of the Demon Sect. It contains the essence of the Demon Emperors of all generations. In order to achieve the "Great Method of Planting Demons in the Taoist Heart", one must first obtain the relic.

However, the whereabouts of this object have been unknown many years ago. Now that it reappears, it is bound to cause a bloody storm.

The third child couldn't help but ask: "Brother, how come the magic gate treasure is in Yang Su's treasure house?"

The boss said solemnly: "Because Yang Su was originally a member of the Demon Sect. However, it was said that the 'Evil Emperor's Relic' was actually given by heaven and was passed down to the Demon Sect disciples, which caused a lot of disputes. Later, the Evil Emperor Xiang Yutian was born and dominated The Demon Sect has just settled the dispute between the Demon Sect, but in the end, his whereabouts are unknown."

"No wonder."

Everyone was stunned.

The small talk has come to an end.

Several people were already empty-bellied, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva as they smelled the smell of meat wafting from the fire.

But as the time was approaching noon, the eyes of the brothers became strange for some reason.

Their eyes were straight, their faces were pale, and they all stared at the statue without blinking, or to be more precise, the incense stick.

But when the incense was lit, wisps of smoke floated straight up from the incense head, like a thin white thread, condensing and not dispersing, and actually disappeared into the nostrils of the statue.

Such a scene frightened the few people who had just talked about gods and ghosts and offended the statues.

The third child's face was as white as paper. He held the chopping knife tightly in his hand, chatted his teeth, and hissed: "Isn't this statue alive?"

The boss is a lean and lean man, with two swords hanging from his waist, and a gray suit. There is a layer of green and black stubble that has just emerged on his tight cheeks, and his eyes are hidden with a fierce light.

Seeing that the statue was strange, he immediately winked at several brothers.

The others understood and immediately surrounded the statue.The third child couldn't help it first. He raised his knife and slashed the statue's forehead with his knife. He roared: "Who is this sacred person? Tell me your name!"

"boom!"

As soon as the blade fell, unexpectedly, there was no splitting of the Buddha's head or blood splattering. Instead, there was a deafening sound of thunder under the blade.

The sword was blown into pieces in the air, and the roof tiles shook. The old man's arms and sleeves were in tatters, and he flew out of the old temple with his head tilted to the side without even making a sound.

"The third one!"

Several people were shocked when they saw this, and quickly retreated, staring at the statue as if facing a formidable enemy.

As the incense burned out, the last wisp of cigarette disappeared into the mouth and nose of the statue, and an indescribable invisible energy quietly filled the world.

And where Lao San had just cut, cracks appeared like cracks on the ice, sweeping across the whole body of the statue.

"Well!"

As they watched with fear, a long and distant groan came from the mouth of the statue, like waking up from a big dream.

Brother Rao Shiji has been around the world for many years, but he is still afraid. He said in a harsh voice: "You... are you a human or a ghost?"

But what's even more terrifying is what's behind. As the statue makes movement, the light and shadow outside the temple changes. One moment it was pouring rain, the sky and the earth were dark, and in the blink of an eye, the sun was shining brightly.

A pear tree in front of the temple blossomed and bore fruit at an unimaginable speed. Then the fruit fell to the ground and rotted, the flowers withered and the tree withered. Then the previous vision repeated itself, over and over again.

The sky is sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, sometimes cloudless, sometimes windy and rainy, or snowy and frosty.

In just a few short breaths, a few people have seen all the scenery of the four seasons, the grass and trees are withered and flourishing, and all the dead souls are gone.

They had never heard of such a strange thing, let alone seen it.

"Crack..."

However, along with the abnormal noise, countless fine lines spread through those cracks, and finally scattered into dust.

Several people's pupils shrank sharply, and they knelt down with a "pop", kowtowing like smashing garlic, like seeing gods and Buddhas.

There was actually a living person standing under the scattered stone shells of Gein.That was a young man, with a green robe with wide sleeves, long hair shawl, and a pair of drooping eyebrows that seemed dull and empty, but in fact they were vast and endless, like the starry sky, full of vicissitudes of time.

"God, please forgive me. No offense intended."

Only the boss slowly drew out his two swords and kicked several brothers who were worshiping the statue angrily. Then he said with gloomy eyes: "Open your dog eyes and take a closer look. This is a human being, not a god." .”

He raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword at an angle, and shouted: "Where is your origin?"

But no one answered him.

"Making lies, seeking death!"

The boss laughed angrily, and pulled out a circle of cold light with his two swords, slashing wildly at all parts of this mysterious young man's body.

The frenzied sharp knife was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye, and the sword energy swept across and hit the young man's body.

But under the rapid force of the sword, a series of clinks like gold and stone were triggered.

The young man stood still, while the boss kept moving around the young man and swung his sword. The sword flashed over and over, and he struck at critical points all over his body.

But still the same result.

He only used his sword skills all over, but was unable to leave a single trace on the young man's body, leaving a trail of blood.

The remaining people were all dumbfounded. In the end, they simply got angry and raised their knives one after another, attacking the mysterious man in the statue one after another.

This lasted for more than half an hour. The few people who had been lively and vigorous before were already panting from exhaustion. But what made them horrified was that this mysterious man was still motionless and unscathed.

Hell.

Several people felt a chill in their hearts.

Just when they were exhausted from slashing and had no choice but to stop, the mysterious man's frozen body finally changed, and his empty eyes gradually came back to life, like stars gathering together, turning into two soul-stirring brilliance.

Then his body shook slightly, dust scattered, and he slowly raised his eyes.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged outside the temple, and the clouds and mist in the mountains showed all kinds of strange phenomena and scenes, which were magical and extraordinary.

Chen Zhuo lightly dusted off the dust on his clothes, smiled warmly at the exhausted and wide-eyed men in front of him, and asked, "May I ask what year and month it is now, which dynasty and which generation it is?"

The boss swallowed hard, his face turned from white to green, and he subconsciously replied: "It is now the Sui Dynasty, and the emperor's surname is Yang Mingguang."

After speaking, he himself was stunned.

He didn't want to respond, but when he heard the right words, he spoke out of nowhere, as if the words and deeds of the mysterious man in front of him had a captivating magic power.

"Yang Guang? Another 200 years will pass."

The young man raised his arms and sleeves and walked slowly down the altar. The energy around him was obscured. Wherever he passed, he saw the dead wood behind him returning to spring, and flowers sprouting out of thin air. Those who saw it were horrified.

Outside the temple, it was dark and windy and rainy.

The young man stood in front of the temple gate, looking at the wind and rain through the rain eaves, with his hands behind his hands, his green robe fluttering and his hair flying.

Now that all the injuries on his physical body have been recovered, and after more than a hundred years of precipitation, his Qi has gradually merged with the heaven and earth, breathing with the mountains and rivers, like wind and rain, unrivaled by anyone in the world.

Even those people of Shattered Void, if they can't reach the top, are just weaklings in front of him.

The rain curtain falls and the writing reappears.

【Operator: Chen Zhuo】

[World: Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty]

【Fate: Greedy Wolf's Fate】

【Air Luck: First Class A】

[Destiny: half step of destiny]

[Talent: Consolidation] (Note: Greedy wolf devours the sky, devours the enemy and consolidates.)
Reminder: Fate changes with luck, luck depends on human effort. (Note: The master of luck has already achieved his potential. If he establishes a sect in the future and distributes martial arts and skills, he can gather the luck of disciples and gather the luck of the sect; if he establishes a dynasty and strives for hegemony in the world, he can get the great luck of the people; if he reaches the peak, he can get another Going to other worlds, you can also return to the world you experienced in the past.)
……

When Chen Zhuo looked at this fortune now, his eyes couldn't help but look strange. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his finger and made a volley in the air.

Then he saw that the handwriting in front of him was vaguely within reach.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

The brothers in the temple had already turned pale and looked at Chen Zhuo with trepidation.

Chen Zhuo did not respond to them, but raised his hand and took the stone book hidden by several people into his hand.

"Longevity!"

Although the boss was wary, he couldn't help but warned: "I advise you not to make any mistakes. This thing was requested by the current emperor himself, and Yu Wenhua and your Excellency are in charge of this matter."

"Don't worry, I will send it to Yang Guang myself."

Chen Zhuo looked at this magical skill that everyone in the world dreamed of, and suddenly waved his sleeves. The rain pouring down in front of him instantly split like waves to both sides, and everything flowed backwards. The scene was extremely horrifying.

Watching Chen Zhuo walk out of the ancient temple and into the rain, several people went from dull to bewildered, and finally changed their colors in horror, moved and screamed: "Ah, have we seen a ghost?"

Not long after Chen Zhuo left, a big man from the mountain strode over.

"I am Yangzhou Shilong. Hand over the 'Secret of Immortality' and you will not die!"

(End of this chapter)