Chapter 190: The Flower of Blood
However, I still couldn’t believe it. How could he have known what I had said?
The old master’s gaze did not linger on me, but looked at Master Hui, then looked at Yang Sheng, and then said, “When people of the Life Divination School use some secret divination techniques, they can calculate some things, and sometimes they don’t even know themselves… or a key object, or a key sentence …the closer you are to the person being divined, the stronger you feel their aura, and the more accurate your calculations will be… This is why many people in the fortune-telling and divination line of work need to be present when making calculations, especially when making precise calculations… Calculating a sentence for you is nothing for some truly skilled people.”
After saying this, the old master didn’t say anything else.
But I remembered that during the escape of Chen Chengyi and his master… it seemed that their whereabouts were constantly being calculated. The conversation of that squad, the mysterious figure under the Holy Ancestor and above the Holy King.
“Do you know who he is?” My voice was a little low. This enemy I had never met was like a thorn in my heart, more terrifying than the enemies on the surface.
Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but glance at the location of Yang Sheng not far away… the black, surging cavalry, the long horizon… the white masks, each one like the mysterious figure hiding in the shadows and laughing.
“He is the most mysterious being, and I don’t know…” The old master’s long white hair was blown by the wind, and his voice was calm and full of vicissitudes… Wherever his eyes fell, Master Hui raised his hand high, clenching his fist… as if he were taking an oath.
“It’s about to begin…” The old master’s voice carried an indescribable sense of compassion as he softly uttered these words.
In contrast, Master Hui’s clenched fist suddenly fell heavily… Compared to the old master’s gentle words, his arm fell so heavily… It was as if it carried a sound of breaking the air, resolute and firm.
“Ah…” The nearly 100-member team of martial monks and the mysterious body cultivators suddenly let out a cry of oath-like heaven-pointing.
They all tore off their upper clothes, as if to show their determination… bare muscles, robes fluttering below… Master Hui’s voice was calm in the midst of it all: “The first round is ours… we must buy time for the heavenly punishment formation, and never retreat.”
When he said the last sentence, “Never retreat,” Master Hui’s voice suddenly grew louder, with an indescribable richness and depth, like a war drum beating on a person…
“Never retreat…” Everyone roared together… Above them, the snowflakes that were fluttering down seemed to be subdued by this momentum… They scattered and did not dare to fall…
“Master…” At this moment, Huigen walked over.
Master Hui looked at Hui Gen with a loving expression in his eyes and said to him, “Go to the person you should be with. This is Master’s battle.”
Tears silently rolled down Hui Gen’er’s eyes… But it seemed that Hui Gen’er had matured in an instant. He glanced at Hui Da Ye, then turned and walked towards me…
What is this? I felt that only a few people knew the true arrangement of this battle, and Grandpa Hui and Hui Gen were among them… but I didn’t know.
Huigen walked towards me step by step in the snowstorm… His expression on his face changed from sadness to calmness, and then from calmness to determination… Looking at me, it was like looking at the final road…
“He will be the one who will accompany you on your journey, destined to stand by your side.” The old master’s voice was also calm… No one explained anything to me, and there is no need to explain anything now… Just like the mysterious white-robed man standing by my side, I will not ask who he is.
My heart has become this battlefield… All I need to know is what I should do when the time comes.
Huigen walked up to me, and almost unconsciously, I opened my arms… and hugged him.
“Brother, I will accompany you to the end of the road…” At this moment, Huigen was mature, as if he was no longer himself, without sadness, and with a fatalistic determination.
“Yes, I will keep going until I can’t go any further, and I won’t give up.” I pounded my fist on Hui Gen’er’s back a few times, and a dull sound echoed in my chest… all I was conveying was confidence.
In the snow, I couldn’t tell if I was Daotongzi or Chen Chengyi…
‘Brush’, ‘brush’, ‘brush’… The sound of the neat footsteps resounded throughout the battlefield. Not far away… Grandpa Hui’s white beard fluttered in the wind, walking at the forefront… Behind him was a group of men with their upper bodies exposed like him… Their bodies were burning hot, because as soon as the falling snowflakes touched their muscles, they turned into water… And before long, the water turned into steam… Everyone was steaming, as if walking in a fog…
“Woo-woo…” A low sound rang out… The monk who had previously stood in the same position as Master Hui, burning incense and chanting sutras, did not go forward… He sat in front of the statue of the wrathful Vajra Buddha and made a strange sound, like the prelude to a mysterious ritual… Then he began to chant what seemed to be sutras, but it was not like a chanting of sutras.
The angry-looking Vajra seemed to slowly begin to emit a light that we might not have noticed… It seemed to come to life.
Grandma Lingqing walked over with the people of the witchcraft sect…silently, behind her…nearly twenty people stood out. These people had dry skin…and mysterious totem patterns painted on their faces. Then they all stood next to the monk…and began to walk and jump like a dance…and strange sounds also came from their throats.
“If we talk about the power of thought… the witch’s lineage is the most outstanding… This is the first time I’ve seen the Buddhist sects of China and Tibet… plus the witch’s lineage, working together… This is truly a grand event, and I’m glad I got to see it in this lifetime…” The old sect leader said this, and suddenly burst into laughter…
Perhaps I don’t see life and death as clearly as the old master… I can’t be as carefree as he is. Looking at the backs of those who were chanting and walking towards Yang Sheng, I suddenly felt an urge to cry… but it was only a sigh that came out of my throat…
The footsteps began to become faster and faster, and the chanting became more and more urgent. Uncle Chen stood out of the crowd with a smile on his face, as if he were writing infinite compassion.
His posture was so elegant, although it was completely different from the appearance of Brother Chengxin, at this moment… it seemed like another young Brother Chengxin… I thought where did Brother Chengxin’s spring breeze smile come from? It turned out to be a kind of “inheritance.”
Perhaps with the passage of time, Uncle Chen gradually lost this posture, but today, he has returned to the years of youthful struggle, and he has come back to life at that time.
This group of doctors, with their flowing robes and gentle expressions, seemed to be strolling leisurely on the battlefield, and then they reached the front of the heavenly punishment formation and sat cross-legged. Then I saw everyone take out a few human-shaped terracotta figures from their robes and place them in front of them.
I knew in my heart what they were going to do… They had also prepared their hearts to sacrifice, which was another kind of first responsibility… Xiangxin stood behind them, silently watching the back of his master, with a smile on his lips, as if he wanted to laugh… In the end, his lips could not rise, and he turned around…
He walked towards my figure, a little lonely… a little decadent… the hair that was usually neatly combed… had become messy bangs on his forehead, and was blown about by the wind…
He stopped by my side and finally smiled. It wasn’t the feeling of the spring breeze, but a kind of bleakness. He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and in the midst of the smoke, he said to me, “I just watched the old man leave, and now it’s time to go with you.”
I took the cigarette from his mouth in silence and took a deep breath. This was the first time I had touched this thing called smoke in the world. Because Chen Chengyi was used to it, the smoke went down his throat. I didn’t have any rejection reaction. Instead, I felt a kind of calm and numb comfort.
Where is the road that has been laid out for us? Is it the winding path behind us that leads to the temple?
I lightly patted Chengxin’s shoulder… He smiled at me, then took the cigarette from my hand again… leaning against the big rock and not saying a word…
The sharpest spear has already been swung out… Master Hui is the spearhead… Yang Sheng in the snow and wind is still standing quietly in front… but suddenly, he raised his hand… behind him, the black torrent suddenly began to grow shorter… it was the man behind him who turned over and dismounted…
“How can there be no blood on the battlefield…” At this time, a man and his horse slowly walked up to Yang Sheng… The voice was full of indifference and silence towards the world… as if he was not a person in the world…
This voice is… Wu Tian…
I squinted and looked at Wu Tian, who deliberately used his roar to convey his message and enhance his momentum… Then I heard the tragic neighing of countless people…
The blood blossomed…