Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 622: Divine Mountain Buried
Snow was flying all over the sky, the north wind was howling and dancing, and the melodious and ethereal sound of chanting scriptures enveloped the sacred mountain.

The flesh branches that had grown from the cracks in the mountain had quietly climbed over the mountainside and were silently approaching the top of the mountain.

In the night sky, the big star is like the moon.

The pale starlight illuminates the outline of the black clouds, which are stacked layer by layer like towering buildings, hiding huge figures that look like gods.

"Zhang Siyuan, if you don't get out of the way, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

The angry voice was like rumbling thunder bursting out of the dark clouds, bringing with it a cold wind and hitting Zhang Siyuan's body.

Whoosh!
An arrow flew through the air, cutting a straight path through the dense snow dots and shooting into the cloud where the sound had just been heard.

boom!
A flash of orange exploded in the sky, and the scorching air waves shattered the sea of ​​clouds.

The fleeting firelight illuminated a golden body covered with Buddhist scriptures and a red-robed Buddha standing on its shoulders.

Before Zhang Siyuan could see the other person's face clearly, the regrouped clouds once again covered the other person's figure.

"I told you, I can't give in!"

Zhang Siyuan stood alone at the end of the mountain path, holding a longbow high in his hand, the bowstring trembling continuously.

"If you are brave enough, you can step over my body today."

"Zhang Siyuan, this is our internal affairs of the Buddhist Order. The New Donglin Party is unwilling to intervene. I advise you to have some self-knowledge and not harm yourself!"

A loud and hollow sound fell from the sky.

"Master Zhang, no matter what favor you owe them, the fact that you can send her up the mountain is enough to repay them. We are giving Prime Minister Zhang enough face by making way for her."

"We have all done our utmost. If this farce continues, I'm afraid it will be difficult for everyone."

Some people play the good guy, some people play the bad guy.

The purpose is the same, which is to make Zhang Siyuan leave tactfully.

Of course, Zhang Siyuan knew exactly what these people were planning, which was nothing more than forcing him to retreat when he saw difficulties.

He knew that no matter whether it was the Fan clan or the Han clan, no matter whether it was the East Palace or the State, none of these people in front of him would be willing to be the first to take ruthless action against him.

The reason is simple, because once the fight really starts, no one can guarantee that he can stop.

Zhang Siyuan was not a soft persimmon that could be easily bullied. Instead, he was a rare Confucian scholar who specialized in the art of archery.

If he accidentally killed himself, let's not talk about what would happen to the others. The person who stood out would definitely be targeted by his father Zhang Fengyue and the New Donglin Party, and his end would be miserable.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Siyuan has been able to delay until now.

"But I'm afraid this stalemate won't last long."

Zhang Siyuan sighed inwardly, but remained silent on the surface, glancing behind him out of the corner of his eye.

On the ruins of the temple on the top of the mountain, Yuan Mingfei was seen sitting cross-legged in the air with her eyes closed, holding seals in her left and right hands on her legs. The Buddhist thoughts emanating from her body became stronger and stronger, rolling up the brick and stone debris on the ground and condensing into a huge Dharma ring behind her head.

The process for Yuan Mingfei to break the lock and advance to the rank this time was exceptionally long, and she is still building up momentum.

But no matter how long the process takes, sooner or later there will be an end.

Once she shows signs of breaking the order, proving that the path left by Lingpa is correct, these people will immediately act without hesitation.

If I don't step back by then, I might really lose my life here.

When he thought of this, Zhang Siyuan couldn't help but have a headache. He cursed Li Jun in his heart, what on earth was he doing? Why hadn't he arrived yet? It was just a mill, could he really have trapped him to death?
"My dear brother Li, you are at least a unique salary master, you can't die so easily, right?"

Just as Zhang Siyuan was sighing, another voice was heard from the Cloud Tower.

"Zhang Siyuan, since you are the son of Prime Minister Zhang, you should be very clear about the cause and effect of today's incident, and you should also know that we have been waiting for this moment for a long time. Now even if Prime Minister Zhang himself came down, he would never force us to let go, let alone you.

A crack appeared in the clouds, as if someone could no longer hold back, revealing a face with thick lips, a lion nose, and skin as black as charcoal.

Zhang Siyuan recognized the other person's identity at a glance. It was the Buddha of the Jokhang Temple in Fandi, Longsheng!

"Go down the mountain now, I will ensure that you leave the land safely. If you also want to get a piece of the pie, I can also give you a piece of wisdom from this traitor. But if you still don't know what's good for you..."

Long Sheng shouted in a deep voice: "The Fan land is vast, there is plenty of place to bury your Zhang family!"

"Long Sheng, you are a Buddha after all, can you not be so stupid? So many people here are silent, it's obvious that they are just watching. Why are you the only one who is blind and can't see the situation clearly, and you have to be the first to speak out?"

thump.

The longbow, as tall as a man, pierced into the ground, splashing up a cloud of gravel.

Zhang Siyuan stared at Long Sheng and sneered, "I suggest you think carefully about what deep hatred the person who pushed you to stand out has against you. Otherwise, why would he insist on pushing you to death?"

"Zhang Siyuan, when it comes to gossiping, you are far inferior to your father, so don't embarrass yourself here."

Long Sheng said disdainfully: "I advise you not to be ungrateful, get out of here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Siyuan's vision suddenly changed.

I saw a dark red streak spreading in the sky, and a hell of hell emerged from the color.

A pale green will-o'-the-wisp lit up in the eye sockets of Hell Ghost. He raised the sharp axe in his hand, chopped off a bloody head, and looked up at Zhang Siyuan with a ferocious smile.

Wails and screams resounded through the sky, and in the surging blood mist there were clearly people being tortured. Blood was flowing all over the place, and heads piled up like mountains. The scene was extremely horrifying.

At the highest point of the Senluo Hell, Longsheng sits high on a bright yellow Dharma bed, with his three-headed and six-armed Dharma image unfolding. In his hands, he holds a Bazhu, a thangka, an axe, a sacred pestle, a vow wood, and a skull bowl containing a human heart. He has fangs in his mouth and looks like a bloodthirsty ferocious god.

Countless evil spirits crowded around him, some were armored and wielding sharp weapons to subdue demons, some were naked celestial maidens with snakes and pythons around them, or simply a white skeleton with one face and two arms, holding a human skull stick in the right hand and a skull filled with blood in the left hand.

Pairs of inhuman eyes stared at Zhang Siyuan, and the murderous aura that permeated them made people shudder.

Such a terrifying Buddhist kingdom slowly unfolded in front of Zhang Siyuan. An invisible suction force enveloped his whole body, trying to pull him into this endless hell.

"Alas, it is indeed difficult to persuade a damned person with good words."

Zhang Siyuan raised his hand and rubbed his painful brow, sighed, and muttered to himself: "Li Jun, I worked so hard for you this time, you can't cause trouble for my father in the future, right? If you are so ruthless, I will point at your nose and scold you for being ungrateful."

"Zhang Siyuan, if you don't leave the sacred mountain, you will fall into hell."

The evil Buddha Long Sheng, who was sitting high on the Dharma bed, shouted angrily: "I ask you, are you going to leave or not?!"

boom!
It was not the sharp sound of an arrow breaking through the air, but the loud bang of a bullet leaving the gun.

A ball of insubstantial light and shadow exploded on Long Sheng's face, blasting his entire head into mirror-like pieces, among which a corner of Long Sheng's facial features remained and flew in all directions.

A whirlpool-like hole appeared on Long Sheng's empty neck, sucking away all the strange visions in the Hell Buddhist Kingdom, and dissipated them in an instant.

With one shot, the Buddhist kingdom collapsed.

Zhang Siyuan raised his head and looked at the dark sky that had appeared again, with a fierce look on his face as fierce as flames.

"You are just a bunch of cowardly bandits, talking nonsense. Why are you pretending to be bloodthirsty maniacs? You don't dare to risk your lives to break through the barriers, but only know how to take advantage of others. It's embarrassing enough, and you still dare to make a fuss in front of me, young master?"

"I still say the same thing. If you have the guts, just come over here! Let's see if your land is spacious enough to bury my seven-foot-tall body!"

boom!
Another burst of gunfire rang out.

The longbow that was as tall as a person had been converted into a firearm and was held in Zhang Siyuan's hand. The Taoist characters and Buddhist scriptures engraved on the gun body shone brightly, and a fist-sized flame was emitting from the muzzle.

The light flame flew at an extremely fast speed, and Long Sheng didn't even have time to block it. He could only watch as the light flame hit the Buddha Dharma God beneath him.

boom!
The gilded Buddha's body exploded into pieces, wrapped in flames, and fell from mid-air.

Long Sheng waved his sleeves to disperse the aftermath of the explosion that was rushing towards him. He was unharmed, but his face was extremely gloomy and ugly.

"Everyone, do you still want to continue to wait and see?!"

The voice was like the rumbling of thunder, but no one responded.

"you."

The corner of Long Sheng's eyes twitched, and for a moment his eyes were filled with a mixture of shame and anger.

Being able to become the Buddha of the Jokhang Temple, one of the three major Buddhist forces in the Fandi area, Longsheng is certainly not an idiot. The reason why he chose to jump out as the first bird was not because he was bewitched by others as Zhang Siyuan said, but because of his own will.

The reason was not complicated. Concubine Yuan Ming was originally a defector from the Jokhang Temple, and there was an irreconcilable hatred between the two sides.

If Yuan Mingfei found herself with no way to escape when she was about to be promoted, she would most likely choose to exchange her life with herself among the people waiting to share the food.

Long Sheng did this on the one hand to do a favor for all parties, so that if Yuan Mingfei really wanted to die with him, there would be someone to help her.

On the other hand, it is to take action as early as possible to avoid any unforeseen changes.

But he didn't expect that these people would not give him any face at all, and still acted like they were watching the fire from the other side of the river.

Long Sheng's thoughts raced as he weighed whether to continue attacking or to take a step back temporarily.

But just when he was hesitating, he suddenly felt a strong throbbing.

Almost instantly, Long Sheng looked up at the square on the top of the mountain, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and joy was spread on his face.

Not only him, but Zhang Siyuan also looked back at the same time.

The black clouds covering the top of the mountain were slowly rotating, like an inverted funnel hanging in the air, with pale lightning flashing continuously in it.

At this time, Yuan Mingfei was sitting cross-legged in the air ten feet above the ground, with a magic ring spinning at high speed behind her. Pink or white Gesang flowers bloomed out of thin air around her body, and then withered, repeating the cycle over and over again.

“It seems that this is the right path!”

"Buddha has mercy on me, and there is hope in the order of Buddha!"

In an instant, all the people who had remained silent when Long Sheng questioned them, like hyenas smelling blood, swarmed towards the direction where the Gesang flowers were blooming with all kinds of thoughts.

"Everyone, it's time for this farce to end."

A loud shout was heard, and followers immediately came like clouds.

Zhang Siyuan's senses were suddenly filled with hallucinations, as if the Buddhist kingdom and dreams were intertwined and shrouded him, making his consciousness chaotic and his limbs moving extremely slowly, as if he was trapped in an invisible quagmire.

On the other hand, Yuan Mingfei was also in danger at this moment.

One after another, huge guardian gods roared down from the clouds, crashed to the ground, and surrounded her.

However, before these guardian gods could make any move, the originally peaceful sea of ​​​​Ge Sang flowers suddenly became violent and submerged them. These guardian gods seemed to have lost control and stood still in place.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that their bodies are constantly shaking and their fists are constantly clenching and unclenching, as if conflicting commands are ringing in their minds at the same time, fighting for control.

"Damn it, this is trouble."

Zhang Siyuan cursed softly, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand continued to spray out dazzling colors, and his six arts were brought to the extreme.

Whenever a Buddhist kingdom or dreamland tried to pull him in, he would use his mathematical skills to precisely lock onto it and blast it with his gun, shattering it into pieces of mirror-like fragments that looked like they were real.

Zhang Siyuan's strength obviously exceeded the other party's expectations, and he tore a gap in the layers of Buddhist kingdom and dreamland. Zhang Siyuan seized the opportunity to withdraw and tried to move closer to Yuan Mingfei.

But before he could take a few steps, a giant hand made of flesh and blood rushed out from the side and blew him away.

boom!
The figure was still in mid-air when the Buddhist kingdom and the dreamland that he had just escaped from swept over him again, trapping him within layers.

Zhang Siyuan was half-kneeling on the ground, his clothes were stained with blood, his hair was disheveled, and he looked in a miserable state.

He had no time to care about the numerous illusions that were constantly invading his mind. He raised his eyes, suppressing the discomfort, and saw that the field of flesh and blood had spread up the mountain at some point, surrounding the entire square, and was rapidly spreading towards where Yuan Mingfei was.

Not only that, the sea of ​​Gesang flowers that was guarding Concubine Yuan Ming was almost completely shattered, and the guardian deity that was originally submerged in it appeared clearly again.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Siyuan subconsciously wanted to raise his gun, but was horrified to find that he could not control his body.

Boundless sleepiness surged like a tide, as if countless hands were pulling him into a dream.

"Lao Li, brother, I really tried my best, but there was nothing I could do. There were too many bastards. I couldn't even try my best. Don't blame me."

Zhang Siyuan fell back, and Qi sat on the ground, his eyes empty and dazed, muttering to himself.

Just when his vision was about to be completely dimmed, a series of sonic booms suddenly exploded in the distant sky!

boom! boom! boom!
The roar exploded in his ears, and Zhang Siyuan's dilated pupils suddenly shrank. He mustered up the last bit of strength and looked up.

In the distant sky, the thick night was shrouded by an even gloomier darkness.

The sound of the air exploding was breathtaking, and a pair of huge wings flashing with cold light tore through the clouds, leaving a trail of flowing clouds, and rushed towards the Sangyan Sacred Mountain at a rapid speed.

"Fuck you, you're finally here."

The corners of Zhang Siyuan's mouth slowly curved up, and his eyelids, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, fell heavily, and he fainted on the spot.

"Li Jun is here?!"

Someone whispered in surprise.

"Just looking for death."

Some people disdained to speak.

The sea of ​​flowers withered, revealing the figure of Concubine Yuan Ming sitting cross-legged.

A big-bellied Buddha statue several feet tall shattered the flower shadows around it, leaped up, raised the sacred pestle and smashed it hard at Concubine Yuan Mingfei.

Boom!

A sudden black and red lightning flashed on the body of the Peng bird in the distance, and in the blink of an eye it pierced through the sky. A fist rushed out from the lightning, and the fist tip hit the falling divine pestle from bottom to top.

At the moment of collision, the divine pestle shattered and turned into ash that dissipated in the wind.

Spider-web-like cracks spread across the arms, shoulders, and the entire body, as if it had been cut into pieces by thousands of sharp knives.

boom!
The fragments exploded one after another, forming a blazing sea of ​​fire in the air.

An intense sense of oppression like a mountain swept out from the sea of ​​fire. The guardian gods who were ready to make a move in the surroundings knelt uncontrollably and kowtowed under this pressure.

Li Jun, shirtless, slowly floated out from the fire and stepped on the head of a guardian deity.

The raging snow and wind no longer dared to make any noise at this moment and quietly withdrew from this world.

Zheng!
A silver-white sword whizzed over, and the tip of the sword turned upside down, pointing at a bright star above the sky.

Then, a huge phantom of a Dharma image condensed above Yuan Mingfei's head, protecting her underneath.

The huge azure sword swung horizontally and slashed, carving a deep gully in the square and blocking the spreading field of flesh and blood.

"Anyone who dares to cross the line will die!"

The Taoist priest carrying armor stood on the left side of Li Jun, and his words were filled with murderous intent.

click
Dreams collide with each other invisibly, making crisp sounds like breaking glass.

Zou Sijiu appeared on the right side of the guardian deity who was kneeling and kowtowing, and the guard with fiery red hair followed behind him.

"Who among you pulled Zhang Siyuan away? If you are smart, you'd better let go of the dream on your own initiative, and don't wait for Master Zou to enter your dream to find you."

Zou Sijiu wiped his temples with his hands, raised his head and looked around with an arrogant attitude.

A high-pitched and sharp sound like piercing gold and splitting rock fell from the sky.

The Ink Rider Whale descended, broke out from the clouds, spread its wings, and enveloped the sky.

"You guys are the ones?"

Li Jun stood on top of the Buddha's head. A suppression that seeped out from his blood roared out from his body, pulling out the figures hidden in the dark clouds one by one.

His sharp eyes swept across the area.

"Who will die first?"

(End of this chapter)