Ling Duxian, the magistrate of Songjiang, is a thin, middle-aged man with a decent appearance. His clothes are not particularly luxurious, and his hair crown is only pierced with a wooden hairpin. However, he looks very comfortable in his clothes.
He feels comfortable to himself and feels comfortable to others, which makes him more approachable.
Everyone rushed forward, and he greeted them repeatedly, only naming four or five people, but his demeanor and behavior made everyone feel that their enthusiasm was echoed, so they smiled even more.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Taoist monk Shamen."
Ling Duxian smiled brightly, "Taoist priest is a nobleman from the north. I heard that there is a Buddhist ceremony here today. Taoist Conference, specially come to observe and observe.”
Samana is another name for Buddhism, but the man was dressed completely as a Taoist priest. This awkward smell, if placed in a serious place, might make some Taoist monks who only know pure cultivation feel weird.
But those present, although wearing scars and buns, looked like a group of great virtues and high merits, but they were the great virtues in the world of fame and fortune, and the high merits in the gold and silver treasury.
The world is clear and the people are sophisticated. There is no difference in everyone's face. There is only admiration and admiration, and there is a tacit understanding of conversation.
There was a middle-aged man who had joined a foreign religion and opened a church. Now he was familiar with the road and started to work as a servant. He personally took the tray and handed two tall glasses filled with wine to Noble person.
Ling Duxian took the wine glass and said with a smile: "This brother Ximen Peter is usually humble and easy-going, and he doesn't care about doing such small things as passing wine. In fact, he has a wide range of connections, and even I have to ask him three times. Points. ”
Simon Peter hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, the prefect is ridiculous. What does my little network mean? If my prediction is correct, the wine used at this year's conference must be top-quality goods shipped directly from the Royal Winery of the Netherlands. The magistrate’s connections are so powerful!”
“Oh?”
Taoist priest Shamen looked at the clear red wine rippling in the cup and said, "I drank a lot of wine from the royal family of the former Qing Dynasty. It is rare to drink wine from foreign royal families. Songjiang Mansion is indeed prosperous."
" Then please ask the Taoist priest to give you a compliment and comment.”
The magistrate clinked his glasses with him and each took a sip.
But after taking a sip of wine, their expressions changed slightly.
The Taoist monk's expression was cold and awe-inspiring, his eyes were like cold lightning as he scanned the crowd.
The happy atmosphere was suddenly broken, and the surrounding monks and Taoists all showed puzzled looks.
Ling Duxian frowned, looking from the anxious Simon Peter to the presiding officers of Maitreya Temple, Samantabhadra Jungle, Hongsheng King Temple, Pox Temple, Huatuo Temple, etc. .
Not counting the kind of earthen temples in the village, there are hundreds of temples in Songjiang Prefecture, large and small, and the people he just scanned are the most luxurious. In other words, they are also the most likely to catch up with some Songjiang Prefecture. other than relationships.
The messenger of the Xiantian Sect came back to Songjiang Prefecture to discuss the large-scale cultivation of tobacco fields with the prefect's Yamen. The news may not be completely suppressed. If it leaks out, it will attract some reactions, which is also expected, but...
"Down The method of poisoning is a bit too much."
As soon as Ling Duxian said this, everyone changed their expressions and quickly backed away, keeping distance from others. They did not dare to believe that the people around them were talking about ancient and modern times. "Friends".
This is the kind of reaction you want!
Before everyone could speak to defend themselves, Ling Duxian had already captured what he wanted from everyone's movements.
The Shouguan Taoist priests and Fuxing Taoist priests from Dongyue Temple behaved strangely. They had never come together like others before, and now they had actually hid at the edge of the manor.
But the biggest difference is not the two of them, but a young man who is leaning against the pillar of the pavilion, still holding the wine glass and taking a sip.
"Sure enough, even if those who have cultivated the Three Dantians cannot detect the Xuanyin Sword Plague hidden elsewhere, as soon as the Sword Plague spell enters the body of such an expert, it will be immediately detected and obliterated."
Su Hanshan spit out the breath of alcohol, looked at Songjiang Magistrate and Shamen Taoist Priest, and said softly, "It seems This method is still too crude, and it was completely eliminated by you in an instant. But with this moment of effort, I got to know you somewhat. "
Among those Taoist monks. At this time, the enlightened Taoist priests from Huatuo Temple were the most shocked, feeling as if they had gone out without reading the almanac.
But before he could think of an appropriate response, he felt as if air was leaking from his limbs, his whole body was sore and weak, and he slumped down.
Not just him, almost everyone who came earlier than the magistrate suddenly couldn't feel their own internal strength, couldn't feel the existence of Dantian meridians, flesh and blood bones, and collapsed on the ground, unable to even speak. Not coming up.
The guards of Songjiang Prefecture held the handles of their swords one after another and wanted to rush forward, but Ling Duxian raised his hand to stop him.
"Looking at your demeanor and style, you don't look like a subordinate of a foreigner."
Ling Duxian still kept his composure, "I wonder if you are from the west or the south?"
Su Hanshan smiled and said: "Don't worry, I don't represent any force. I just have some opinions about Songjiang Mansion and I am ready to help you rectify them."
Ling Duxian laughed and said, "I am here In this position, although we have worked hard, and there are so many humeral ministers here to help us, and the country sages and gentry are assisting us, but after all, no one is perfect, and there must be shortcomings. "
"If you have an opinion on something, you can put forward one or two words first, and we will discuss it. There is no need to make the situation so ugly."
Su Hanshan said seriously: "Are you willing to accept it? Opinions, that would be the best. Of course, the so-called rectifier means..."
The wine glass shattered in his hand, "Change the whole thing!"
The shattered wine glass turned into countless shining powders, but they did not scatter in all directions, but all shot towards Magistrate Songjiang.
The whole powder is like a seven or eight-inch long pointed awl, but it is far more dangerous than a complete pointed awl.
Every tiny bit of broken glass here has enough power to penetrate several inches of iron plate. Once it encounters an obstacle, it will collide with each other, forming a saw-tooth, like a pair of scissors. of rotary cutting.
The broken glass behind will catch up with the broken glass in front, so that the lethality of this attack will increase sharply the moment it encounters an obstacle.
But what resists this attack is also some small and sharp things.
The one who took action was Taoist Shamen.
Although Magistrate Songjiang has the cultivation of all three Dantians, he is not known for being good at fighting.
The four major forces were crushing the Songjiang territory back then. Those who were truly tough and good at fighting were either recruited and taken away, or they died without their bodies intact.
The prefect’s yamen they need is an organization that is good at running and collecting money. They do not need how strong the local people who serve in it are.
Taoist Master Shamen is one of the protectors of the Xiantian Sect. He has developed this kind of cultivation through decades of fighting in the north and south, and his reactions are fast enough and his responses are accurate enough.
The whisk placed on his shoulder was swept forward with a shake of his right hand. The top of the whisk was fluffy and opened, and three thousand silver threads shot forward rapidly.
Each silver thread pierced a piece of broken glass, and as the thread stirred forward, it stuck to the surrounding broken glass.
The silk thread is of sufficient length, and the glass powders are stuck to different positions on the silk thread and taken away before they have time to collide with each other.
"Even if you are really from both sides of Xu and He, you would never think of being so arrogant in front of me!"
Taoist monk Shamen scolded angrily, turning the whisk in his hand towards the pool. Whip it over.
His vision was sharp enough to see the power of the glass powder just now. Although he was still confident in his heart, he did not dare to be careless.
In one sweep, this whisk has exerted enough power. The soft silver threads merged into one force, and the air was suddenly blown away.
The silver wire extended at a speed that exceeded the speed of sound, leaving an obvious white mark of aura in the air. This whisk is no ordinary weapon. The silver wire used is not only very tough, even a strong man with scissors would be difficult to cut off one wire, but also has strong ductility.
In its longest state, the silver wire can be equivalent to fifty times its relaxed state.
The bronze horse in the pool was smashed into powder by the Taoist priest. Before it exploded around, it was caught up in the whisk stirred by the shaking circle and smashed into the pool water.
As we all know, copper and iron do not have the ability to absorb water like a soil sponge.
However, when the copper and iron turned into powder, when the silver threads stirring the copper and iron powder were densely covered with thick and vigorous true energy, the copper and iron powder and the pool water merged into one in an instant. It's hard to tell each other apart.
The martial arts practiced by the Shamen Taoist Master is called the "San Tan Hai Hui Sutra", which is a secret magical skill of the White Lotus Sect that is not disclosed to the outside world.
The White Lotus Sect was already very powerful during the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, and it once seemed to be the leader in subverting the rule of the dynasty.
But in the Qing Dynasty, many of those so-called White Lotus Sect were actually fooled by local officials, who forced the name of the White Lotus Sect to be attributed to the local peasant uprising.
The reason is also very simple.
From Shunzhi to Jiaqing, there were almost no interruptions in various civil uprisings. Not to mention those that were too small in scale to be worth recording, those recorded in the history books basically had to be revolted every three or two years. Make one.
However, the glorious Qing Dynasty is known as the prosperous age of Kangxi and Qianlong. If you say it clearly, the local people can't hold it back and always attack the government offices. Then how can we talk about the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty and the inheritance of Zhu Ming's orthodoxy? Killing the trespassers is a matter of complying with the laws of nature and people's hearts.
As a result, the White Lotus Sect has become an all-purpose scapegoat. It’s not that the lower officials are careless, but it’s the White Lotus Demon Party that deceives people’s hearts.
More importantly, the White Lotus Sect has a historical origin. It is not a sect that originated in the Qing Dynasty, and it is impossible to attribute its roots to local officials.
Whether it is a fishermen's uprising, a tenant farmer's uprising, or there are really other sects that take advantage of the situation, if they all come up with the name of the White Lotus Demon Party, everyone will be happy.
Many caring people among the people, seeing that the White Lotus Sect has such great influence in the officialdom, are willing to create their own sect and try to pretend to be one.
However, in the Jiaqing period, there was a great chaos of the White Lotus Sect in the early years of Jiaqing, and the incident of breaking into the Forbidden City in the eighteenth year of Jiaqing.
Even now entrenched in the Forbidden City, connected to Taihang and Qilu, as one of the three giants, the Xiantian Sect, at least in terms of martial arts, really has the White Lotus True Tradition.
This "San Tan Hai Hui Sutra" was practiced to great perfection by Han Shantong and Liu Futong, the leaders of the White Lotus Sect, during the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties.
When they attack, they don't use copper or iron as weapons. They can stir up the air by pulling a piece of coarse cloth at will, just like turning the river upside down.
During the battle, the sand and stones are absorbed and the enemy's blade is shattered, making the coarse cloth in the hand more and more powerful, stained with blood, showing great victory and boosting morale.
Just like in the legend, the Hun Tian Ling is in the hands of the Great God of the Three Altar Sea Club and the Third Prince Nezha.
The soldiers and horses of the White Lotus Sect were called the Red Scarf Army during the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties. The entire army wore red scarves to intimidate the enemy.
Its source is to imitate the "Hun Tian Ling" on the hand of the White Lotus Cult Leader.
The strength of Taoist Master Shamen may not be much inferior to that of Han Shantong back then.
Although he is not on the battlefield now, he uses the fly whisk to absorb the weight of the bronze horse and the pond full of water, and the power will only become stronger.
The whole fly whisk is like a furious dragon, breaking through the stones around the pool and heading towards Su Hanshan.
Boom! ! !
Made of cement bricks, this pavilion is ten times stronger than ordinary wooden buildings.
With a sweep of the top of the whisk, four pillars were broken, the top collapsed, and completely fell apart.
No one seemed to be moving at the foot of Su Han Mountain, but the figure avoided the fly whisk and moved a few feet to the side.
Priest Shamen did not retreat at all. Amidst the roar, the whisk in his hand shook out phantoms.
Using internal force to absorb a full pool of water, even including a bronze horse, is basically something anyone in the true form realm can do.
But the most rare thing is that Taoist monk Shamen transformed his weapon into such a weight and such a length, and still has both strength and softness.
When the whisk as thick as a dragon shakes, except for the top which can blast the air, every part of the rest is like a wave, swaying up and down, sweeping left and right, with enough energy to knock over a small ocean. The strength of the building.
Master Shamen's moves were controlled very precisely, and no trace of them was wasted on those on the ground. However, just the air waves caused by the shaking of the fly whisk swept away all the people who were paralyzed on the ground. Fall far away.
The glass windows on the second and third floors of the small western-style building were shaken by the air waves and broke one after another.
The guards of the prefect stopped their steps with all their strength, quickly protected the prefect, exited the manor, and headed outside.
The horses staying outside the manor became restless and retreated in the strong wind spreading from inside the manor.
Hun Tianling, Huntian Ling, if you dare to give such a name, you really have a shocking power.
Grass debris keeps flying up and mixed into the dust, making this move more powerful and sophisticated.
But under this terrifying power, the entire garden house was disrupted.
Su Hanshan's figure glowed with golden light, flashing seven times in succession.
These seven flashes were dangerous and dangerous, and it seemed that they missed the whisk every time.
But this kind of movement is the most accurate and fastest.
After seven consecutive flashes, Su Hanshan narrowed the distance between us and the enemy to nothing.
Taoist Master Shamen's eyelids widened in surprise. He never expected that his trick could be cracked so easily by the other party.
What he caught in his eyes was not even one figure, but multiple figures stacked on top of each other.
That's because Su Hanshan's speed is too fast, and the vision of an expert like him has not yet fully adjusted.
But before he could think about it, his left palm met the opponent's slap.
Boom! ! !
The Taoist priest did not hear the muffled sound of the palms of his hands. He only heard a crane sound that seemed to split his heart. He only felt a surging, extremely pure internal power, pressing hard. come over.
A real fight based on the basics, the pure yang power, overwhelming the monk Taoist priest.
After exerting his strength with one palm, Taoist Master Shamen did not take even half a step back, but his whole body was shaken, blood oozed from his seven orifices, and he almost lost his breath. There were many acupuncture points all over his body, which were sealed by the incoming power.
"Strange, why are you rushing to be the first?"
He seemed to have heard Su Hanshan leave a sentence beside him.
“Don’t you know that the prefect resolved my spell much faster than you?”
(End of this chapter)