Cyber Daming

The summer rain is pouring and the night is dark.

When the rain enveloped the mountains located in the northern part of Liaodong Province, it became even more fierce.

There is an abrupt sinking gap in the undulating mountains, as if the peak originally located here has been cut off, smoothing the majestic peaks at the top, leaving only a low barren mountain with no grass.

Although many years have passed, signs of collapse can still be seen everywhere on the barren mountain, with cracked rubble and potholes formed after the explosion everywhere. The loose floating soil merges with the rainwater to form a turbid current, which washes down the mountain, making the already fragmented road up the mountain even more difficult to navigate.

But if there are outsiders present at this moment, they will be surprised to find a group of people wearing solemn black clothes climbing silently in the heavy rain.

Someone wielded a knife to cut through the mountain and clear the obstacles for the coffin bearers walking in the center of the procession, creating a smooth path.

The young Taoist priest who fell behind the team pursed his lips and said nothing, and the charming Buddhist girl did not dare to chant.

All chanting of sutras and salvation are not worthy of disturbing the purity of the person in the coffin at this time.

At the top of the almost flattened low mountain, a small tree no more than ten feet tall stood in the wind and rain, its roots spreading tenaciously along the rugged gravel ground, greedily looking for any trace of nutrients that could provide itself.

It was already summer, but the sparse and dissatisfied tree canopy opened up a small, rainless area, where a rusty metal sign stood.

The lack of maintenance of the standing sign has long been unable to play pictures and sounds, and only a dim and broken light tube outlines a line of vague small words.

The condolence place at the Zhenluting ruins.

Silent words mocked the devastation all over the place, which has continued for decades.

Snapped.

A hand with clear joints pressed on the standing sign, slowly pulled it out inch by inch, and threw it into the night.

Li Jun put the iron coffin on his shoulders aside and dug a pit deep enough to accommodate the iron coffin under the tree with his bare hands.

"Old man, we're here."

Li Jun, whose clothes were completely soaked, squatted by the pit, picked up the floating soil piled aside and covered the coffin body, whispering to himself.

"The environment here is not very good. You and Master Chi will make do with each other for now. After I clean up all the people who want to disturb your sleep, I will build a big tomb for you. I know that you people here may I don’t care about the leaves returning to their roots, but I am different, I care about it.”

Li Jun grinned and smiled silently: "Don't say that I am some rigid old antique. It's really not certain who is older than whom. When we meet again down below, let's all discuss our seniority openly and honestly. At this time, you, Yan Bahuang, and Zhao Ding, you old men, I'm afraid you have to stand in a row and call me "Lord" in a polite manner."

As Li Jun spoke, he leaned forward and carefully picked out the tiny gravels and broken metal shrapnel mixed in the soil, and then slowly compacted the piled-up soil with his palms.

Taking a bottle of Jiannan Shaochun from Xie Bian behind him, Li Jun unscrewed the cap and poured the wine in front of the grave.

"You can sleep soundly here and don't worry about other things. I have already arranged everything."

"Qiongqi, Baowei and Laogui have taken people to different provinces, sent the pensions and Huangliang dreams of the brothers who died in the war back to their hometowns, and handed them over to their families with their own hands. These dreams are all from bustard ghosts. According to their last wishes, the host is on Yuan Mingfei. The realism and timeline are very good, enough for them to live happily in it. For some brothers who have not had time to upload their consciousness, I will also send their ashes home. ."

"As for the living people, some were tired of holding knives and wanted to live a stable life, so I gave them a sum of money so that everyone could get together and disperse. There were also some who couldn't swallow this breath and were holding on to the handle of the knife and refused to let go. Yes, I will also take good care of them."

"You told me before that you would put these brothers on horses and give them a ride. I have always remembered this very clearly. I will do these things properly."

Pitter-pattering water drops fell from the gaps in the tree crowns, and seeped into the mud in front of the grave together with the flowing wine.

Li Jun babbled: "I drove Zhao Qingxia back to the Eastern Branch, but this kid still yelled that he didn't want to leave. I had no choice but to ask Mo Qijing to kidnap him back. We will take care of them in the Japanese area. I have made a note of this in my mind, but I don’t want to involve others in what happens next, don’t you think?”

"Oh, by the way, I have something to tell you, Lord Chi. You have two brothers and sisters, Shouyu and Changjun, and they have also decided to leave Juzitang. Mo Qijing originally wanted to do this, but unfortunately he is now He still can’t let go of his teacher, saying that he will come to help you take revenge after he helps him wipe out the entire Eastern Branch.”

Li Jun paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, and suddenly smiled and said: "I know you are bored down there, don't worry, I will send someone down to accompany you soon."

"Anyone from the New Donglin Party, Longhu Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, Sangyan Temple, Liutao Group, Juzitang Central Branch, who participated in the incident in the Japanese area, I will settle the accounts with them one by one. Not a word can be wrong, and no one can be spared!"

Three lit cigarettes stood upside down and inserted into the soil side by side.

"That day you told me that from now on the sky is high and the birds can fly, let me take a good look at the Ming Empire. Unfortunately, I am too short-sighted. Now those people are standing in front of me. If I don't kill them all, I can't see anything."

"Okay, it's time to leave after saying this. When I come next time, I will bring you some Buddhist inscriptions from Sanyan Temple and ask them to go down and serve you. I just don't know if you, old man, will mention it then. Do you have the strength to go into battle with a gun?"

Li Jun joked, patted the dirt on his hands, and stood up slowly.

"Brother Jun, someone is coming up the mountain." Xie Bi'an's low words rang in his ears.

Li Jun turned a deaf ear and bowed to the tomb in front of him. Li Hua, who had pigtails in braids, slid down his trouser legs to the ground, her face flushed, and she kowtowed heavily without making any sound.

It was not until a long time later that Li Jun slowly straightened his back and looked back sideways.

Prince Ma, Concubine Yuan Ming, Chen Qisheng, Zou Sijiu, Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu

The people standing scattered behind him also turned around at the same time.

On the barren mountains, in the rainstorm, under the lonely tree.

One after another, either indifferent or fierce gazes fell on the leader, like mountains pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to move forward.

The man hid the horror deep in his eyes, with a solemn expression on his face, and cupped his hands into fists.

"Jiang Wei, the Martial Master of the sect, came here to express condolences to Master Su Xiong on behalf of the family master."

The several people who followed him moved in unison and shouted loudly: "Su Xiong will rule the ages!"

The wind and rain were dark, and there was a lot of people.

Li Hua, who was kneeling on the ground, appeared on Li Jun's shoulder. She put one hand on her waist and pointed at him with the other hand.

"A bunch of shitty little turtles!"