White Bone Monkey King

The ancient trees are majestic and full of ancient charm. The bark is as cold and hard as metal, and the surface is layered, like rising cloud patterns that lead straight to the endless sky, just like the imprints carved by endless years on the tree body.

boom.

boom.

…

From time to time, someone would slip and fall due to unsteady hands and feet. With a dull bang hitting the ground, the screams would suddenly stop, and there would be a pile of flesh and blood on the ground, with broken hands and feet.

Every time a person falls, they are a mess of flesh and blood, which makes people feel chilly in their hearts.

But when they think about the miracle at the end of the sacred tree and the opportunity to become a god, their desire outweighs their fear, and more people continue to grit their teeth and climb.

At this time, they were like the carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Until the end, they all thought that they were the lucky one who could transform into a dragon, the chosen one chosen by God.

As for why all the Tantric sages passed away under the trees? That’s because there was no red snow in Kunlun Snow Mountain last year. When the three major disasters of the sacred trees dry up, the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart, and the snowy mountains turn red, the road to the sky will be reopened. The red snow in Kunlun is only available this year, but not last year. The few strong men in the third realm whose whereabouts are still unknown are the best proof that they may have successfully ascended the Road to Heaven!

When people are crazy, they will always find many reasons for themselves to comfort themselves psychologically.

However, this arduous and dangerous journey to heaven is a personal decision. Life or death depends entirely on the individual. Although outsiders sympathize, they have no right to stop it.

…

Fortunately, goats can climb rocks and trees, and can fly over cliffs and cliffs. One is to avoid the beasts, and the other is to lick the salt. Otherwise, Jin An would have a headache on how to bring the stupid sheep up the tree.

For example, those Tianzhu people were having a headache about how to take away the three sacred cows.

Those Tianzhu people gathered together and murmured, and finally made a decision. Some people were left to take care of the sacred cow, while the others climbed the sacred tree to look for clues about the three elders, and then returned to join them later.

Others were having a headache because the cow couldn't climb the tree, but Jin An was the only one who was having a headache because the old Taoist priest was afraid of heights and couldn't climb the tree. It really fulfilled that sentence, every family has difficulties.

Finally, Jin An asked the old Taoist priest to ride on the back of the sheep, found a rope and tied the old Taoist priest's lower body tightly to the sheep. Finally, he tried to see if the rope was tied firmly.

"Little brother, you also know that I am afraid of heights, so you must tie it tightly... Why do I always feel that my left leg is not tied tightly, and it can be tighter?" The old Taoist priest looked up at the endless depths. In the cliff cave, my calves started to cramp even before I climbed the tree.

Mother.

To climb such a high tree.

It really cost me this old life.

Donor Lin, I have made such a big sacrifice all because of you. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. When I return to Wuzhou Prefecture, you, the secretive master, will have to take more care of me. This old neighbor.

Jin Anle said: "If you tie it tighter, both of your legs will be useless."

As he spoke, he handed out a piece of black cloth: "If you are afraid, you can cover your eyes. If you can't see nature, you won't be afraid of heights."

The old Taoist priest took the cloth and covered it in front of his eyes: "That's right."

Just as the old Taoist priest was blindfolded and Jin An was doing the final inspection, suddenly they heard the sound of chains dragging on the ground. It was the noble boy of the Blackstone clan named Bo Qing, riding a serf boy. , brought some Blackstone clan members to this open space, preparing to lead people to climb the tree.

The serf boy he used as a dog rider changed again, and Jin An frowned.

From the time when the noble boy was able to test the poison of the miasma with the life of a serf when he was in the underground city, it can be seen that he is a ruthless wolf cub, and countless serf boys died along the way to be able to carry him here.

"What's wrong, little brother?" The old Taoist priest, who was tying his eyes with a piece of cloth, seemed to sense something was wrong in the atmosphere and wanted to take the piece of cloth away from his eyes.

Jin An raised his hand and pressed down the old Taoist priest's wrist: "It's okay, we have to climb a tree next."

He acted almost subconsciously, not wanting the old Taoist priest to see these human sufferings.

When the old Taoist priest heard that he was about to climb the tree, he was so frightened that he hugged the goat tightly and temporarily forgot about other things.

Bo Qing, who was riding a serf boy, also noticed Jin An and the others. He glanced at Jin An and the others coldly, then said a few words to the senior members of the clan, and he took the lead in climbing the tree with the Blackstone clan members.

The high-ranking officials of all clans regard climbing the sacred tree to the sky as a competition for clan leader candidates. Whoever climbs the road to the sky first will be the chosen one.

As the five major tribes on the plateau also joined the climb to the sky, the scene on Jianmu became even more lively.

Jin'an climbed the tree with the silly sheep, which naturally attracted the attention of others and made them dumbfounded.

"Is this still a cow?"

"How about saying it's a snow-capped sacred cow?"

"Then how do you explain that the three-headed sacred cow of the Tianzhu people cannot climb trees? Seeing that it can climb over the uneven tree bark like a cliff while carrying a blind old Taoist priest on its back, I would rather believe that it is a goat. !”

Hearing the howling wind in his ears and feeling the goat jumping back and forth between the bark lines, the old Taoist priest's face turned black as he lay on the goat's back with his legs weak from fear.

"If it weren't for the old Taoist, I would be so weak now that I don't have the strength to curse. Look at the old Taoist. I don't have to spray you blind people with my iron teeth and copper teeth. Who are you calling the blind old Taoist?"

The old Taoist priest only dared to curse a few words in his heart, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into a weak moan.

Jin An and the others are brave and skilled people. They are as light as a swallow and leap back and forth between the convex and convex ripples of the tree bark. However, not everyone in this world is a master. From time to time, they hear screams and loud bangs on the ground. , almost every once in a while someone slips and falls to death due to excessive physical exertion.

Every time he heard the banging sound of falling to the ground, the muscles on the old Taoist priest's face trembled. Later, he focused on reciting "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun's Wonderful Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin" to distract himself.

"At that time, the Heavenly Lord who saves suffering is filling the realms of the ten directions, always using his majestic power to save all sentient beings from being lost. All sentient beings are unaware, just like blindly seeing the sun and moon. I am too ignorant to lead boundless... …”

The sound of the sutra is low but sonorous and firm-willed. Amidst the hell-like screams of death, it saves the souls of the world and resolves the numerous resentful souls accumulated under the ancient trees.

But there are always some evildoers in this world who undermine the order of humanity and do not want humanity to shine through.

"Taoist Master Jin An, something is wrong." Qi Bo suddenly warned.

"Yeah." Jin An glanced behind and around him and responded calmly. He had already noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

As early as half a moment ago, he had noticed that the number of other people around him was rapidly decreasing, and they were gradually replaced by people from the Blackstone clan.

As time went by, the number of people from these two tribes gathered around them continued to increase. Almost all the front, rear, left, and right directions of Gu Mu were occupied and surrounded by the Blackstone clan's people.

Not long after, Jin An saw the Boqing wolf cub wearing a snow-capped mountain white wolf head hat behind the Blackstone clan. Beside the Boqing wolf cub were several senior members of the Blackstone clan.

But at this moment, the people placed on guard by the Blackstone clan heard screams one after another, and a group of people with black paint on their faces and blood-stained swords appeared on the way. They were one of the five major tribes on the plateau. A family of enemies.

"Haha, Basang Jiama, you didn't expect to see me, an old friend here, did you? Seeing you Blackstone clan people sneaking around, I knew there must be something good going on. Why don't we, the Qiu Sheng family, know what the good thing is? , and let our Qiu Sheng family participate." A senior member of the Qiu Sheng family laughed.

Basang Jiama, translated as Fatty Basang.

This is not a pleasant nickname. To be able to call a high-ranking member of the Blackstone Family such a direct nickname means that the person's status in the Qiusheng family is definitely one that can touch the core of the high-level people.

A fat, bald man in the upper echelon of the Blackstone clan had a darkened face and said with disgust in his eyes: "Tsering Baza, why do I see your disgusting pockmarked face no matter where you go?"

Tsering Bazaar means pock-marked Tsering. People in the Chou Sheng family have been applying black paint on their faces for generations. The top brass of the Blackstone clan said this in public, which is tantamount to slapping people in the face again and again, and sprinkling snow salt on their scars. The two parties were so angry that they almost started fighting directly.

However, the scolding war was a scolding war. The top executives of the Blackstone clan also knew that they were being entangled by people from the Qiu Sheng family today. They would not be able to do anything good unless they cut off a piece of their flesh. Although they were unwilling to do so, they were very happy after the brief meeting between the two top executives. They quickly formed a temporary alliance and wanted to end things here as soon as possible to avoid another incident.

Next, Bo Qing and the senior officials from both parties quickly approached, and then Bo Qing looked at Mr. Yiyun who was disguised as a man: "I know that the Han woman among you can understand what I said. Now that the tantric masters have left, No one can protect you anymore and hand over all the precious medicinal materials and prescriptions that you feed to those humble serfs every day. You can waste precious medicinal materials on those humble serfs every day, and I know you must still have a lot of them."

This wolf boy was very strong when he first appeared, as if he had already convinced Jin An and the others: "Don't try to explain. I once secretly captured a few serfs to cut open their stomachs and study the undigested broth. I opened them and looked at them." Bone marrow, dug out their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs and kidneys can make them not afraid of the cold in the snowy mountains, their qi and blood are strong, and their energy is as inexhaustible as that of cattle and horses. The number of deaths every day has dropped sharply, just because their stomachs have not finished digesting it. It has something to do with the broth, you possess medicinal materials as valuable as dragon essence, flesh and blood."

"Don't try to escape. We have been watching you for a long time. In the past, it was because the Buddhas in several major monasteries protected Master Yongcuo who was close to you, and also protected you by the way, so you are allowed to live safely until now. No one is protecting you now. The restricted terrain here is not a flat ground for you to escape and fight back. Even if you can fight again, as long as I give the order, there will be a lot of worthless serfs to throw you down. This place is far from the ground. It’s forty to fifty feet high, no one can survive if you fall from here.”

It's like a dead end.

The opponent counts every step as a death.

In order to kill with one strike, the plan must be meticulous and flawless.

Even the senior officials of the Blackstone Clan looked as if they had already convinced Jin An and the others. They smiled smugly at the senior officials of the Qiusheng Clan and said, "How about this plan of ours, Bo Qing? Our young descendant of the Blackstone Clan is smarter than all of your clan." Young people added together, right? Hahaha."

Another senior member of the Blackstone clan also praised without hesitation: "It's because even the Snow Mountain Praise God has blessed me, the Blackstone clan, that we have a person like Bo Qing who is cruel, merciless, smart, and can eat people." Even the guardian gods praised him. As long as he is given some time to grow, he will definitely grow into a new generation of Jebu on the plateau."

Jeb means king.

Ren Baza, a high-ranking member of the Qiu Sheng family who had previously been proud of having picked up a piece of fat while cutting off his beard, now had a gloomy look in his eyes and said nothing.

The Jin'an people, who were surrounded by layers of forces from both sides, looked at the Heishi family and the Qiusheng family who had joined forces with calm expressions from beginning to end.

Jin An turned to Qi Bo and said, "Qi Bo, this is what children are talking about when they play house."

Well, Qi Bo was stunned for a moment, and then nodded in a dumbfounded way. As expected, this Taoist priest Jin'an was really...his words were shocking every time.

After hearing Jin An's description, Master Yiyun couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth.

Bo Qing frowned: "What are you talking about?"

When Bo Qing listened to his translator, he was so angry that he drew his sword and killed the translator next to him. He was moody, violent and cruel.

The translator's body fell directly to the ground dozens of feet high and turned into a pulp.

In fact, Bo Qing is already fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome and upright figure. Because of the harsh plateau climate, even nobles appear older than the people in the Central Plains, making him look about twenty years old, so Jin An uses a child to pass him by. Jia Jia's description of a fifteen or sixteen year old boy who has matured mentally is indeed a bit insulting.

What's more, he is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who thinks that he is the master of strategizing, has all the agencies, everyone is drunk, and I am alone, and has strong self-esteem, which is even more shameful and humiliating.

"Do you still think it's funny?" Bo Qing held up the stone knife that was still dripping with warm blood, his eyes cold.

"You, come and translate for them."

Bo Qing pointed at another translator, who was frightened and translated.

Jin An's eyes turned cold: "Do you know why we are laughing? The children's cleverness has actually been seen through by the adults, but the adults are too lazy to take it seriously. It is not the tantric monks who are protecting us, but the existence of those tantric monks, which makes you His life has been preserved till now."

"But when you say that you are secretly arresting people to be used as medicine people for research, no one here today can save you!"

Unexpectedly, these serf owners and nobles did not take the lives of serfs seriously. Some of the people who lied about being crushed to death by snow and whose bodies could not be found seemed to have been captured by the Blackstone clan, and one can imagine their fate.

At this moment, the expressions on the faces of Qi Bo and Mr. Yiyun also turned cold. When they heard that the Blackstone clan had committed such a crime that dehumanized humanity, the Blackstone clan had become a dead person in their eyes.

"Those who provoke me, the Black Stone clan, will die! Anyone who provokes me, Bo Qing, will die even more!" Bo Qing's voice was cold and faint, with a cold look on his handsome face. With a wave of his hand, he issued an attack order.

"Silly sheep! Take action! Take your seat, old man!" But someone took action first than Blackstone.

The goat carrying the old Taoist priest was like a white siege crossbow that had been charging for a long time. It shot out from the string in an instant. The bark of the tree that looked like cliffs and rocks was the most favorable terrain for it. The distance was The five or six Blackstone clan members closest to it were holding tree bark in one hand and stone knives in the other. The stone knives were knocked away by the white siege crossbow before they could lift them up.

The goat was as big as an ox, and everything he passed was like being bombarded by a siege ballistae. It was unstoppable, with heavy explosions and the sound of successive bones breaking.

Five or six people were hit on the spot so that their sternums were shattered, and they vomited blood and internal organs. Then, with desperate screams, they fell dozens of feet and were smashed into meat patties.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the goat had knocked several waves of people, a total of more than a dozen people, off the ancient tree, and screams of despair continued in the ears.

Just as the goat transformed into a siege ballista and rushed out, Jin An, Master Yiyun, and Qi Bo also rushed out together. Each of them protected Jin An's flanks, knocking down waves of Black Stone clan members and Qiu Sheng. The family members let Jin An rush straight to the top leaders of the two clans without any scruples.

"You are seeking your own death! It just so happens that I don't intend to let you leave alive today. Since I can't cheat you out of the prescription, I can only step on your corpses to get those precious medicinal materials to make up for our clan's losses today!"

Bo Qing's eyes were cold, looking at Jin An who was rushing toward him, showing a terrifying murderous intent: "Don't you really like to do good deeds, don't you really want to be a Bodhisattva, don't you really like to help those most worthless serfs! Then! Just go to hell and become a Bodhisattva! Let me see today whether you are truly merciful or false in the face of life and death, whether you are truly kind or false and hypocritical!"

Following Bo Qing's order, the Blackstone clan brought dozens of mature serfs and a dozen young serfs with chains around their necks, whipped them with whips and drove these serfs to kill Jin'an and others. They threw themselves down from the sacred tree and fell to death.

When each tribe went into the mountains, they brought many mature serfs with them to carry burdens and miscellaneous items.

The dozen or so young serfs with chains around their necks were the "horses" Bo Qing brought with him.

However, the serfs who had always looked numb and had already resigned themselves to their fate and would never disobey the orders of the nobles, looked at Jin An and Young Master Yiyun, and at this time, they actually had a slight hesitation.

puff!

A head fell to the ground.

Then another head fell to the ground.

Several serfs were killed by Blackstone in succession, but still no one came forward.

"Why don't you obey orders!"

"Do you all want to die?"

A senior member of the Blackstone clan roared angrily. Even a few of the humblest serfs dared to openly disobey their orders. Thinking that they had lost face in front of the Qiansheng family, they became so angry that they killed several people in a row.

"Sacred Cow and Jin, Jin'an Bodhisattva, Yiyun La, Ram, they... are... good people!" Although several prime-age serfs were afraid of the butcher's knife, they still spoke their inner words. They no longer accepted their fate numbly, but began to have own judgment in life.

"Bastard!" The senior management was furious. Just as he was about to raise his legs and kick the serfs who were speaking out of the sacred tree, bang!

He suddenly felt a violent shock in his body. The huge impact force, which was more painful than being hit by a wild bear in the snowy mountains, spread throughout his body in an instant. It seemed that all the bones in his body were crushed and crushed by the huge force at this moment, and his lungs were squeezed by the collapsed chest. Both eyes were bloodshot and congested.

Then he felt that his body was light and he lost his weight. The sacred tree shrank rapidly in front of his eyes, and his body flew away quickly. Before completely losing consciousness, he only saw a Taoist priest rushing into the flock of sheep like a tiger in a world full of blood. The tribesmen became sheep, running rampant in the Blackstone clan, losing their hands and feet along the way, and they were invincible.

Even the most powerful warriors in the clan were unable to block any of his moves and were knocked away with broken bones and tendons.

Even Tsering Baza, the Qiusheng family member who had been fighting with him all his life, had his head smashed by the opponent's palm and fell from the sacred tree.

Looking at the Han Taoist priest who was unstoppable and more terrifying than the Snow Mountain Zan Demon, at this moment, he had the illusion that he was seeing a mysterious demon who could fight the gods and Buddhas all over the sky by himself, and he seemed to be seeing a demon who could easily kill clansmen by himself. The mysterious master of the first warrior, Black King Kong, the two figures overlapped, and then his vision went black and he lost consciousness.

At this time, black raindrops began to fall on the sacred tree, and the raindrops fell more and more.

It’s just that these black raindrops are all people.

This was a massacre without any suspense, but the people who were massacred were the Blackstone family and the Qiu Sheng family, which were more numerous. No matter how they begged for mercy or how they escaped, they could not escape this cold-blooded massacre.

There is no bloody smell permeating the sacred tree, but everyone's heart is shrouded in the cold murderous intention like falling into an icy lake, and they are unable to resist.

"Why, how could this be like this..." Bo Qing's complexion changed. He overestimated himself and underestimated the enemy. He finally understood what the other party said. All conspiracies and tricks are just children's play in the face of absolute strength...

"Kill him! I don't bother to know his origins! We must never cause any further trouble!" Bo Qing's face was ferocious. He made a mistake today and provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with hatred.

That man was cold-blooded and ruthless, killing everyone around him. This fatal sense of oppression, like suffocation, made him crazy and lose his calm thinking. He would never be as ruthless, calm and conceited as before. As a result, he did not see the people around him. There are fewer and fewer people, and all they can do is kill each other by any means necessary.

It wasn't until the screams in his ears disappeared and all the members of the Blackstone and Qiusheng families were killed that he woke up from the massacre with a chill all over his body.

Jin An landed silently and suddenly appeared in front of Bo Qing, with a cold expression on his face: "Do you know why I left you alone? Because I also want you to taste the despair they experienced."

Bo Qing was so frightened that his legs became weak and he almost lost his footing and fell.

The Han in front of him, who was wearing Taoist robes and had just cold-bloodedly killed all his people, was a god of death in Bo Qing's eyes. He was the most terrifying demon in the snow mountain epic legend. For the first time, he felt that his heart was about to stop at any moment. He felt a sense of terror and oppression, but his strong desire to survive made him make crazy remarks: "You can't kill me. If all our people are dead and no one comes back alive, even if you let those humble serfs out, their families , Ajia Aji, sister and brother, all will be killed as traitors, and then their heads will be cut off and made into a Gabala wine bowl. The soul will be sealed in the Gabala wine bowl forever and will not be reincarnated! Only let me go back, Only with my intercession can you save these worthless serfs, and can you save their families! My life is more valuable than theirs!"

Jin An regained his sense of oppression: "Is what he said true?"

Jin An looked at the stunned serfs.

After the serfs came back to their senses, the joy on their faces dimmed again, and the fire in their eyes was extinguished again, turning into numb expressions and nodding.

Bo Qing Bo Qing thought he had found Jin An's weakness. He held on to his slightly crooked Snow Mountain Wolf King hat to cover up his inner panic: "So, now that I'm the only one left, you can't kill me even more." On the contrary, I want to protect my personal safety, not to let me suffer any harm, and escort me all the way back to the Blackstone clan, so that I can intercede for those serfs in front of the tribe leader and the protector god."

Bo Qing's eyes flashed.

Suddenly, the serfs spoke: "Jin'an Bodhisattva, Yiyun Ram, Qi Bo, and the sacred cow..."

"Thanks……"

"We understand that you are all good people. You have helped us so much along the way. It is too much for us to make so many unreasonable demands now. The God of Praise to the Snow Mountain, the Buddha and the Bodhisattva in the temple will definitely blame us for being too greedy..."

"But! Please kill Bo Qing! Only by killing him can we save our Aga Aji! Relatives! Please kill Bo Qing!"

Although Jin An and Qi Bo could not understand the Tubo language, all three of them had a bad premonition at the same time. It was too late to save people. The serfs jumped off the sacred tree, willing to sacrifice themselves to save the lives of the whole family.

Jin An looked at the hesitant serf boys and shouted hoarsely: "No!"

But those young serfs who had already resigned themselves to their fate and whose eyes were numb gradually began to have hope in their eyes: "If I kill Bo Qing, will my family no longer have to be used as horses for others to ride on?"

"I have a younger brother!"

"I, Ajia Aji, am not in good health, and I need my brother to stay by my side to take care of me!"

The eyes of each boy are getting brighter and brighter, as if they finally see a glimmer of hope in the dark world.

"Tochena!"

Thanks.

"Tashi Delek!"

One by one, the serf boys smiled and let go of their hands, leaning back and falling from the sacred tree.

Seeing that he would rather commit suicide than want him to die, Bo Qing was so frightened that his mind went blank. He couldn't understand why these people were not afraid of death. After death, there would be nothing, no warm white fox coat, no warm milk wine, nothing to buy. Many cows and horses of gold...

Jin An and the others wanted to save people, but in the end they couldn't save anyone, because they only had hands and feet, and sometimes their manpower was extremely limited in the face of the general situation.

"I finally understand the state of mind of the old Taoist at that time, and I finally understand why the old Taoist took off his Taoist robe and put on the monk's robe to teach the world. He wanted to save people, but it is easy to save people, but it is difficult to save hearts. We saved those poor serfs today, and indirectly If more of their relatives are killed, will we save people or harm them in exchange? Do we think that we have done good deeds and have complete merits, or have we become a chopping knife in the hands of a butcher? What if we save someone in exchange for harm? Ten people died, so what difference does it make between us and those hypocrites who talk about benevolence and morality and let the snakes return to the forest and then walk away? We can save one person or a hundred people, but we can't wake up this numb era! If no one stands up, who will wake up this numb era of cannibalism!"

"I...what should I do?"

Jin An's voice was hoarse and low.

My heart felt so blocked.

But he couldn't vent his anger.

He did not torture and kill Bo Qing, who liked to treat people like dogs or horses. He slapped his palm and broke all his heart veins. Under Bo Qing's horrified eyes, he pushed him off the sacred tree and let him feel the fall before dying. The agony of death and despair weighed on the serfs for a lifetime.

The old Taoist priest, with his eyes covered and sitting on the back of a goat, was still concentrating on reciting "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Tian Zun's Wonderful Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin" without interrupting the scriptures. However, tears had already silently wet his blind eyes. Black Bu, in fact, he understood what was happening in the outside world better than anyone else. It was not that he couldn't see it, but he just didn't want to be unable to do anything to save the souls of the dead who had suffered all their lives.

"...the gods of the ten directions, numbering like sand and dust, transform into the realms of the ten directions to save heavenly people. They use their energy to gather merit and save sinners with one voice. Sinners are really pitiful. I will now speak of the wonderful sutra. Recite the incomparable sutra." Rest and return without pausing. Enjoy great blessings in heaven and no pain in hell..."