lethal arsenal

Chapter 522 Strange things in the ancient city
How come there is Wang Xianer's name?

Lin Dong's second soul was very surprised. His head was empty, and the color of a memory faded, and large areas turned white.

He vaguely remembered rescuing the Fu sisters with Yiye Zhiqiu in a small town in Nanli Kingdom.

After that, Lin Dong's second soul received the sound transmission from Yin Ling'er's flying sword.

Then what……

What happens next?

Can't remember.

In short, in some hazy memories, he met Wang Xian'er, Ning Caichen and others.

But...but why, he appeared in the wall painting world and assumed the identity of a so-called monster hunter.

And there is...

Jiazi God repaired the city for the people.

But once you concentrate, those memories are like a light mist, flowing quickly through your mind.

The mist in Zhuangzi is getting thicker, and the figures in the mist are getting denser and denser. The yellow mist fills people's nostrils lightly, and there is a faint smell of incense.

Later, King Ming also entrusted a dream to ordinary people, saying that his temple was not allowed to be built in the city. The people felt his kindness and built a Buddhist temple in Shiwan Mountain.

She has practiced to the point where she has reached the third level of Thunder Tribulation, yet part of her memory is still blocked. How deep should the water here be?
Thinking of these, Yin Ling'er couldn't help but feel a little chill in her heart.

Lin Dong's second soul was keenly aware of this change.

Although Suolong City is managed by the Wang family, over time, over a hundred years, religious forces have also developed.

Lin Dong's eyes were fixed on the writing on the tombstone - Three years after the dragon fell, Wang Xian'er stayed.

"Is she my friend?"

As the sun sets, the mist in the air lingers in every corner of Zhuangzi.

Monk Dengcao slapped his forehead in annoyance and took a few steps back and forth.

One is the Golden Body Temple of the One Yuan Jiazi God in the city.

One is the Mingwang Temple deep in Shiwan Mountain.

"Wang Xian'er?"

Yin Ling'er thought about it over and over again, but she couldn't remember it, and her two frowning brows were tightly furrowed.

Monk Dengcao gently touched the words carved into the stone tablet with his fingers. The handwriting was beautiful and it must have been written by his daughter's family.

If you're lucky, you'll encounter a Buddhist temple, where ringing bells is a way of life.

The monk looked around blankly.

Moreover, the people who had no hope had to have something to rely on, so two temples were built.

"who is she?"

But why is it Wang Xianer?

Now Suolong City is gradually growing and developing, and the gentry class has emerged.

Monk Dengcao murmured.

Some people who couldn't survive simply went deeper into the mountains and were eaten by monsters. It was all bad luck for them.

"Snapped."

Yin Ling'er also looked at the inscription with a stern expression, and some scattered scenes flashed through her mind.

What a pity... When the young man returned home after leaving home, everything had changed.

"I think about it, that was my childhood sweetheart. When we were little, our families were very close to each other, and her elder brother was still my best friend. Later, her elder brother was transferred to the army by General Wang. It's a pity that he left again and again. Didn’t come back. According to the rules in Suolong City, men are obliged to serve in the military. At first, I became a monk to avoid joining the army, but later..."

Monk Dengcao had practiced in Mingwang Temple before, but when he came down the mountain, he had a thought in his heart, thinking about being reunited with his family.

"Master, who are you, Wang Xian'er? He actually built a tomb for you."

Lin Dong pointed to the writing on the tombstone and asked pretending not to care.

What the monk repeatedly muttered was just some childhood stories about a man riding a bamboo horse around green plum blossoms. Lin Dong was not interested and only felt confused, because according to the time span mentioned by the monk Dengcao, it might be several decades?
However, it was impossible for Wang Xianer to appear in a place like this decades ago, right?

The clever thing is that the man-eating demons and monsters do not dare to run wild in this temple, and the monks in the temple can live for many years.

In the beginning, the ancestors of the Wang family and hundreds of thousands of people were lost in this mountain forest, and were almost killed by monsters. It was the Buddhist Fudo Ming King who guided the defeated army and people to avoid monsters.

Lin Dong suppressed the doubts in his heart, but his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Unless time and space are messed up.

"No, no."

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are disputes.

What's more, when Wang Sheng's grandfather killed the black dragon, he did have help from gods and men.

Of course, this is just one of the most widely circulated theories.

Monk Dengcao's voice gradually changed, and later the rules of the Wang family became more and more strict. Li Yan, a fake monk, had to become a real monk and went to Mingwang Temple, thousands of miles away from home, deep in Shiwan Mountain to practice.

It stands to reason that as the sun sets, the weather gradually becomes colder, and the gloomy air in the fog becomes thicker, normal people should go back to their homes, find their own mothers, and rest when they need it.

But at this time, the village became more and more lively, as if going to a market, as if a lantern festival had been held.

Lin Dong looked intently into the fog. In his eyes, a small amount of mana was condensed. He didn't know it, but he was also shocked when he saw it.

Those people seemed to come from somewhere. One cheek after another emerged from the mist.

At the beginning, they were all faceless people. After a while, the Yin Qi in the mist penetrated people's hearts, and various expressions appeared on their faces.

There was anger, laughter, and some people were talking nonsense. Children were running around in the fog, playing with each other.

The old man looked at the child and smiled.

The young men and women lowered their heads and leaned under the tree, talking to each other and talking to each other.

"Would you like to do something?"

Yin Ling'er asked, placing her hand on Lin Dong's lower back.

"Do something? What to do? You can't beat them all with one seal, right? They didn't harm you."

Lin Dong's second spirit shook the fox mask on his face and flatly refused.

His voice paused, and he thought for a moment before saying, "Besides, Master understands all of this, right? Master, right?" Lin Dong asked Monk Deng Cao.

"Amitabha."

Monk Dengcao took a deep breath.

He turned around slowly and his eyes fell on the rickety old man with a cane under the locust tree.

Huaitong ghost!

The old man with many brown spots on his face gently waved to Monk Dengcao to say goodbye.

"then……"

Monk Dengcao still wanted to say something, but the next moment, the old man's face gradually faded, and finally disappeared into the mist.

"Amitabha."

Monk Dengcao lowered his head and proclaimed the Dharma.

"Namo Amitabha Night, Duotagadu Night..."

The mantra of rebirth sounded.

Several rays of Buddha's light suddenly bloomed behind the monk, and the golden auspicious colors pierced the heavy fog like sharp swords.

The souls in the mist floated in mid-air. Their originally ordinary clothes became gorgeous, and their sallow complexions became much plumper. They thanked the monks one by one, and then disappeared between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Zhuangzi was like a burned scroll, with all the buildings showing their true bleak appearance.

Overgrown weeds, dilapidated wooden houses, and skeletons scattered around.

"Three years after the fall of the dragon, Xue Hu's cavalry rebelled against the Wang family. They passed by here, plundered the village, and turned the village into ashes with a fire. Later, Xue Hu was defeated and was killed by Wang Jingyu. The monks and I even sought revenge. No one could be found, so I had to meditate for salvation for the villagers."

"Donor Lin, go ahead and go about your business. I know you are confused. We will meet each other if we are destined."

……

"Master? Master, what is it like outside?" "Huh, outside? Donor Lin, aren't you from the outside?"

The sound gradually faded away. Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er entered Suolong City. Even after a night's separation, Monk Dengcao's words would still ring in Lin Dong's ears from time to time.

His feeling towards the monk was that he was pretending to be mysterious.

On the other hand, he was deeply curious. However, Monk Dengcao had to perform the ritual for at least three days, and he didn’t want to be disturbed by others.

With no other choice, Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er went into Suolong City first to take a look.

Lin Dong's first impression of this city was that it was strange!
The city is obviously very large, but the layout of the city is very strange. Looking from a high place, you can see that the houses are built in rows. Although the city is densely populated and there are an endless stream of pedestrians in the streets and alleys, the overall layout is that the houses are built densely and there is an arch on both sides of the houses. Another narrow stone path.

On the contrary, in the city, after the water from the Shang River is poured in, it appears that the water network is densely covered, making it convenient for boats.

Some unique buildings and boats stand on the water. They are taller and larger than most of the buildings in the city.

In addition, purple vegetation is planted everywhere in the city, which is fragrant.

The last point is that some of the houses are actually made of locust wood, and some houses are like humans and ghosts living together.

"In the early years, General Wang was recruiting troops, and too many soldiers died in battle. Every household was so quiet... that it gradually began to have such a spectacle.", "The dead did not disturb the living, and were very quiet, so what is there to worry about? "Someone else said this.

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Lin Dong asked passers-by while riding on the boat.

"Hahaha, there are so many monsters in Shiwan Mountain. We are not afraid of monsters eating people anymore. Are we still afraid of ghosts eating people? If we really eat them, it will be regarded as a sacrifice to our ancestors."

One of the scholars fiddled with the folding fan in his hand and said.

Another boatman smiled and said: "Nowadays, we are not afraid of the world after death. What we are afraid of is the uneasiness and resentment in our hearts while we are alive! Empress Yuechi once said that everyone who dies will turn into a cloud in the sky. A star, death is the journey to heaven. We are not afraid of death. We are only afraid that the resentment in our hearts will not dissipate while we are alive. If we are not happy while we are alive, then even after death, we will not be happy. If you are a star, you will definitely not be at peace."

These words were reasonable and well-founded, but they left Lin Dong speechless.

"Who is the Queen of Yuechi?"

Yin Ling'er suddenly interjected and asked.

There can only be two beliefs in Suolong City. One is the golden-armored god who helped repair the city, and the other is King Ming who frightened the demons.

"Empress Yuechi, that's incredible! She is General Xiao Wang's beloved wife and also our city lord's wife."

The boatman holding the pole showed reverence in his eyes.

General Xiao Wang is naturally Wang Sheng, the identity held by Lin Dong himself.

Empress Yuechi, the wife of the city lord?
"What's her last name?"

Lin Dong rolled his eyes. Under the white fox mask, his face twitched slightly, and he felt something bad in his heart.

"My surname is Fu. Why, you don't know? Are you from out of town?"

The scholar who was also sitting on the boat and waving a fan became a little interested in Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er.

Click.

Twisting the muscles at 360 degrees without any blind spots, Yin Ling'er felt a little angry in her heart and pinched Lin Dong's second spirit's waist hard.

"I call you passionate."

She said bitterly.

"Hey, what does it have to do with me? Even if it does, it's my fault. My incarnation here is a demon hunter, and the identity inspired by me is the city lord of this place - Wang Sheng."

The Second Soul was quite unwilling to preach in Yin Ling'er's ears.

"That's guilty too."

Yin Ling'er pinched her fingers deeper.

It's clever to say that the Fu family sisters were Lin Dong's second spirit at that time, and the two girls Yiye Zhiqiu rescued from the gangsters of King Kong Ming's sect.

Unexpectedly, they also entered the painting wall one after another.

One of them turned out to be the wife of the city lord of Suolong City.

"Why are things in this world so weird? What kind of drama is that guy, Fudo Myoto, going to do?"

Lin Dong was confused.

"Look down! Cross the bridge."

The boatman reminded him.

The water of Shang River is rippling with blue waves, and the boat is gently rowing through the bridge hole.

As soon as Lin Dong leaned over, he saw the slightly rippling water surface, reflecting the figure of the beauty passing by happily on the bridge.

As the ripples expanded, the woman passing by on the bridge dispersed again.

He turned his head and looked towards the bridge, only to see a graceful figure from behind.

"Hey."

Lin Dong suddenly screamed, and Yin Ling'er's claws dug into his muscles.

"Hey, don't go too far."

The second soul wearing the mask of Bai Huer shouted.

"Am I going too far, or am I going too far?"

Yin Ling'er didn't give way at all.

The breeze was blowing, and the faint scent of flowers from the beauty was floating through his nose. It really made people feel lingering. Unfortunately, the noise of the silver bells became more and more loud, which made Lin Dong lose some of his thoughts on flower viewing. .

The two bickered and quarreled all the way, but they circled most of the city.

Suolong City has gone through hundreds of years, and there have been several beast tides, which are the great tides of monsters.

Unexpectedly, the city is still standing to this day.

And what's even more valuable is that, logically speaking, it should have been dead a long time ago. The deserted city is now somewhat prosperous. It has to be said that the Wang family manages it well.

Of course, do you have any questions?

There is that too.

In the residential area, the houses one after another are extremely close together. The bluestone path flowing out of the middle does not look like a road for people to walk, but is a bit like the stone path in a mausoleum.

……

"Hey, monster hunter, since you are here from out of town, let me treat you to a drink."

The young master Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er met on the boat said boldly.

"This, what should I do..."

Lin Dong was somewhat reserved.

"Good wine."

In a certain restaurant, Yin Ling'er picked up a bowl and had a bowl with the young master.

"You don't know how difficult it was for us to establish a city here in the beginning. It was only because of Queen Yuechi's good management that we could have the grand scene we have today."

"In the early years, when General Wang Danian took over this place, all the businesses were in decline. Fortunately, he chose a good daughter-in-law. Empress Yuechi developed the economy and took care of it slowly, so that a place like ours was able to prosper in just a few years. It’s not easy to become lush. It’s really not easy.”

Young Master said with sincere admiration.

"Look at that place. There used to be a big house, but now it has been demolished to plant purple phoenix trees. When the season comes, the whole city is covered with a sea of ​​purple flowers. It is extremely beautiful and can be compared to a fairyland. If it weren't for Monster, no one would want to leave such a good place.”

The young master pointed with his finger while drinking.

Beside the window, there was a large open space, and in the rock crevice at the corner, there was a group of purple dead branches growing.

I think it's the Shilaozi Purple Phoenix Tree, but it's just not in the right season and it hasn't grown yet.

"After all, how did Yuechi Empress develop, just by planting such trees?"

Lin Dong suddenly said again.

"Of course not. When the purple phoenix tree blooms, it can not only attract a kind of golden silkworm, but the golden silkworm's silk can be used to weave the most powerful treasure armor. In addition, part of the flowers can be ground into powder to make the best dyes and spices. If you transport it outside by big ship, you can get endless supplies.”

The young master patted the corner of the table and said loudly.

"Come and drink from this bowl."

After saying that, he raised his wine bowl and toasted to Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er.

(End of this chapter)