Infinite Script Killing

The sparks that the arrow exploded in mid-air lasted for a long time, like a lantern hung in the sky, enough for people within a thirty-mile radius to see it.

At an abandoned grave not far outside the village, a few fat guys were eating barbecue in their hands when they suddenly saw a light flashing above their heads.

"Brother, look, someone is setting off fireworks!"

Zhu Laosi pointed at the sky and shouted, but the pig boss on the side raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "Bullshit fireworks, these are the arrows from the Qintian Prison."

"Qin Tian Jian? What is that?"

Zhu Laowu scratched his head and asked with a blank look on his face.

The pig boss fiercely gnawed the roasted meat in his mouth, chewing it back and forth: "This is a place that oversees the aliens in the world. This news arrow is a signal to summon the aliens nearby. Anyone who sees it will welcome it."

"Then should we go and greet him?"

"Our names are not on the roster, so why are we joining in the fun?"

Zhu Laoer said with a nonchalant expression, obviously not interested in the so-called Qintian Prison.

In fact, with the decline and decay of the imperial court, the power of Qin Tianjian has also been greatly reduced. If it were placed a hundred years ago when Emperor Kang was in power, Qin Tianjian would have sent an arrow, and no one in the world would have dared not follow it.

But now, how many strangers are on the roster? Except for the three religions, most of the strangers in the world are not on the list.

However, the pig boss had different thoughts. He finished the barbecue in his hand in a few mouthfuls and threw the bones into the bonfire: "Let's go and have a look. The signaling arrow must have encountered some trouble at this time. If It’s good, let’s help, but if the idea is troublesome, we’ll leave.”

No matter how decadent the Datong imperial court is, it is still too big to fail. If you can get a job in the Qintian Prison, that would be the best. It is better than the status of Lulin Xie Dao.

When the boss spoke, the other four brothers naturally obeyed. They all ate the barbecue, stood up and ran towards the direction of the news arrow.

They were not the only ones who saw Xunjian.

There is a temple fifteen miles away called Jile Temple. I don’t know when or who built such a temple.

The temple is very remote, but there is an endless stream of incense, especially many wealthy squire and landowners who want to come here even if they spend all their wealth, because there is a young monk here named Zen Master Ji Le.

Whenever this monk explains the scriptures, it gives people an immersive illusion, as if they are immersed in the paradise he talks about.

At this moment, all these pilgrims were seen in the Buddhist hall, each one listening intoxicatedly, but their eyes were confused and lifeless.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the message arrow in the sky blooming with brilliance. After being stunned for a moment, the monk stood up and was about to leave.

"Master, where are you going?"

Seeing this, several pilgrims stood up and asked.

However, the monk glanced at them sideways and said: "Amitabha, the donors will stay here for a while. When the poor monk comes back, he should continue to answer everyone's questions."

"Master, let's go with you!!" These pilgrims were immersed in the blissful world of Buddhism and couldn't extricate themselves. How could they be willing to let the master leave at this moment? They even offered to go with him so that they could always hear the profound meaning of Buddhism explained by the master.

"Why!!"

The monk sighed and nodded: "If you want to go to the Paradise, the poor monk has another way."

"any solution!!"

These pilgrims can already feel the existence of the Paradise in Buddhism, and even have the feeling of living in it for many years. Suddenly their thoughts return to reality, which makes them feel that this is an absurd and nihilistic world, and they are eager to return. Go into your own world.

The monk remained silent and slowly clasped his hands together. Suddenly a long sword popped out from his sleeve, and the sword glow made an icy cold light in the dark night. "Poof!" Blood spattered on the ground, leaving a few spots on the ground. A few big ones. The heads rolled to the ground.

"Amitabha!"

The monk sheathed his long sword and turned around to leave the temple. As the monk left, he saw that the temple was rapidly decaying. When he looked again, he saw that the temple was already an abandoned temple. The Buddha statues in the temple had long been broken into pieces. Everything on the ground, trees, etc. was broken. There are numerous corpses and bones.

"Grandpa, look there are stars over there!"

On the bullock cart, an old man and a young man raised their heads, and the children's young faces were full of joy as they looked at the sparkling fireworks in the distance.

The old man smiled, gently put his hand on the child's head and stroked it lovingly a few times.

He smiled and said, "My child, it's cold. Go to sleep. When you wake up, grandpa will pick this star and give it to you."

"good!"

The child nodded obediently, lay down on the cart obediently, covered himself with a blanket, and soon fell asleep.

The old man carefully tucked the child into bed, jumped down from the ox cart, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the ox cart. The ox and cart turned into a piece of tissue paper, which the old man folded in his hand and carefully put in his bag.

Looking again, he saw the news arrow in the distance. The old man took out another piece of paper, put it in his hand and blew lightly. With a sudden shake, the paper stood up, and a horse appeared out of thin air.

The technique was so strange and mysterious that it was unbelievable. The old man jumped on his horse, and the horse roared and rushed towards the direction of the arrow.

The sky has begun to brighten, and the sun is shining on the earth again.

In the open space in the backyard, Xu Tong dug a big pit and buried all the bodies of Zhou and his team members in it.

In fact, Team Leader Zhou was very considerate of his young master. Even when he was on duty, he would go wherever he had free time.

I just didn't expect that they would die so suddenly.

"Brothers, you have always taken good care of me, but now I am buried in a foreign country. I will definitely give an explanation to your family when I return to the capital."

Xu Tong said, waving his hand and scattering a wad of money to lead the way. He must have resentment in his heart knowing that Team Leader Zhou and the others were killed brutally.

But at this moment, he didn't want to expose his identity as a papermaker, so he didn't resolve the grievances. Instead, he gave them more money and promised that he would treat their families well after returning to Beijing.

When I returned to the front yard, I saw Li Xi walking back from outside with a knife in his hand and an ugly face.

"Master Ma!"

Li Xi limped over, glanced at the grave in front of him, and looked quite regretful, and said to Xu Tong: "Master Ma, all those villagers have disappeared."

It turned out that Li Xi rested for a while and after regaining some strength, he took a knife and prepared to go to the villagers to settle accounts. As a result, he went from house to house and saw that there was no one in every house.

"This is originally a village of the dead!"

Yang Gongjing walked out of the room and said coldly.

"Sir, did you know earlier?" Xu Tong looked back at Yang Gongjing. Yang Gongjing shook her head: "I don't know, I thought about it for a long time last night before I figured out why the white lanterns are hung in every house. We are afraid that we accidentally entered Village of the Dead.”

In fact, there are actually not a few such villages.

Especially now that there are floods in Henan, foreigners have invaded the country, and they can't get a penny out of the treasury. There are countless villages like this, and it's not uncommon for some weird situations like this to happen occasionally.

Qin Tian Jian receives at least a dozen memorials about this situation every year, but most of them are sent back to the local government, asking the local government to dispatch special personnel to deal with them.

But Yang Gongjing didn't expect that they would encounter such a situation so soon.

"Sir, what on earth are we going to Lianshan this time??"

Xu Tong knew that this task would definitely not be easy, but before reaching Lianshan, so many people had died. If he continued to go to Lianshan, he didn't know how many situations would arise. It would be unreasonable for him to be a fool again.

Yang Gongjing noticed Xu Tong's dissatisfaction and glanced outside the door: "Let's wait until someone comes."

After that, he went back to his room to rest.

After waiting for about an hour, they heard the sound of horse hooves outside the door. Li Xi and Xu Tong, who had been waiting outside the door early, saw an old man wearing a cloth bag.

The old man dismounted and grabbed it with his hand. The living horse turned into a piece of tissue paper and was carried in the old man's arms.

This wonderful method made Xu Tong's eyes reveal a sparkle. Although he was also playing with paper, it was not like a papermaker's method.

After all, no matter how lifelike the paper man is, he cannot become a living thing.

"Xu Mao, the Hedong shadow man, come and report." The old man stepped forward and cupped his hands towards the two of them.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter was heard in the distance, and five strong men with fat heads and big ears were seen walking over from a distance. As they walked, they said: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to happen these days. It’s really rare that there are people who can master such occult craftsmanship.”

When Li Xi saw the five people, his heart tightened and he immediately lowered his head.

The five people stepped forward and said in unison: "Brothers from the Zhu family who are idle people from Baiyue Five Blessings, if you see Xunjian, please come and do your part."

"Oh, it turns out to be Baiyue Wuzhu!"

When the old man heard the names of the five people, he had a look of disdain on his face. Many people in the world had heard about the names of these five guys. They were even called green forest bandits. They killed people and stole goods, and committed all kinds of evil. Did the government issue a notice to arrest them? I didn't expect them to dare to deliver it to my door themselves.

Hearing the old man's sarcastic voice, the five of them were not angry. They just squinted their eyes and looked at the old man up and down, with a cold look in their eyes.

"Put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. The five donors are willing to come, so they are ready to sacrifice their lives to become a benevolent person. Why don't donor Xu put down his prejudices."

Xu Tong looked back and saw that it was a monk.

The monk was wearing a gray robe, with his hands clasped together. The most surprising thing was that this monk turned out to be barefoot.

"In the Zen of Rebirth, Hui Yuan came after hearing the news and paid homage to the superior officer of Qin Tian Jian."

Huiyuan stepped forward and stood in the way of Xu Mao and the Zhu brothers, whether on purpose or intentionally.

Yang Gongjing heard the commotion in the room and walked out. After confirming their identities, her face showed joy: "I can get your help. This matter is definitely not difficult."

"I haven't seen Qin Tianjian's news arrow for almost ten years. This appearance is definitely not a trivial matter. I dare to ask what Shangguan said." Xu Mao asked.

The Zhu brothers also pricked up their ears, wanting to find out what was going on first, so that if the idea got into trouble, they could find an excuse to leave.

Yang Gongjing thought for a moment, as if holding back her words, and then spoke: "Someone saw the Holy Son of White Lotus at Lianshan Temple. It is said that three thousand ghosts cleared the way for him. The imperial court specially ordered me to rush to Lianshan County to assist the government in the investigation. "