One night, late at night.

A team is marching. This is a disciplined and uniform army. The steps of tens of thousands of people are stepping on the earth, just like the steps of one person.

This steel-like army stepped across the earth and the grassland, and during this period, no chaotic sounds sounded.

No one talked, no one turned his head, and no one even...breathed.

Their pace is terrifying.

Everyone's rhythm and every lifting of their feet are exactly the same, and they are not bad at all.

The person in front stepped on the ground and left a footprint. When he left, the person behind stepped on the footprint without any sign of deviation.

What is even more terrifying is that the speed of this army march is simply incredible.

Everyone was rushing forward crazily at the speed of a hundred meters, and the speed was even faster than the horses, but it was not messy at all. Everyone's distance was just around the corner.

On a mountain about a thousand meters away from this army, a monk in white clad in his hands clasped his hands and pronounced the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha!"

Behind the monk in white was a general wearing painted black armor. The general asked, "Master, can you tell the origin of this army?"

The monk in white said slowly: "Neither a human nor a ghost nor a demon, neither a god nor a saint nor an immortal."

The general's mouth twitched several times and said, "Master, can you explain it more clearly?"

The monk in white shook his head and said, "Donor, this army is not a creature of the six realms of reincarnation. I am not very clear about it. However, according to my investigation, this army is likely to be... a puppet!"

"Puppet?" The general was shocked and immediately thought of something, "Mo's mechanism!"

In his eyes, puppets were probably only able to play with Mohists in the pre-Qin period.

"The master means that the madman who created this army is a descendant of the Mo family."

The monk in white said, "I don't know much about this, but the possibility is not small."

A greedy look suddenly appeared in the eyes of the general, but he was still a little confused in his heart, "Master, this mechanism is so domineering, why was the Mohist school suppressed by Confucianism and Emperor Wu of Han?"

When Dong Zhongshu proposed to abolish all schools of thought and respect Confucianism, Emperor Wu of Han agreed.

Since then, the hundreds of schools have gradually become the end.

Among them, the Mohist school, which Confucians called "the world's obvious learning", was suppressed and eventually failed.

Until today, people at that time were able to find records of the Mohist school in books, which is indeed incredible.

Since the Mohist mechanism was so domineering, the generals were very suspicious about what method Emperor Wu of Han used to jointly suppress the Mohist school with the Confucianism, and really killed all the schools of thought, including the Mohist school.

The monk in white said slowly: "Only only the ancestors knew this. Perhaps it was because Emperor Wu of Han was too terrible at that time, or perhaps the Mo family did not create so many puppets at the beginning."

The general nodded slightly, and he tended to point two.

Although the Mo family was powerful at the beginning, it was absolutely impossible for them to have so many puppets.

He even suspected that after the Mo family was suppressed, they went from open to dark, and were unwilling to fail, so they passed on their inheritance in secret and even kept creating puppets. After so many years of development, such a huge puppet army was established.

Only this reason can explain why such a large number of troops emerged in just a few days, invincible and invincible army.

The general who thought he had figured out the causes and consequences could no longer suppress his inner greed and said, "Can the master help me do something?"

The monk in white said with a smile: "The donor had a kindness to Jinshan Temple back then. This time, I came to pay off my debts. If the donor has something to say, you might as well say it bluntly."

"Help me capture the people who control these puppets." The general said firmly: "As long as the master helps me, my kindness with Jinshan Temple will be eliminated in one fell swoop?"

The monk in white nodded slowly, "Keep."

"Thank you, Master."

"Don't be polite." The monk in white-clothed twitched his feet and his figure soared into the air, like a willow leaf, fluttering in the wind, galloping towards the distance.

After watching the monk in white leave, the general stayed for a while, turned his head and left.

On the other hand, the monk in white flew all the way and headed deep into Jiannan Road. However, not long after, he saw a group of soldiers riding horses and rushing on his way.

In the center of this group of soldiers was a little Taoist priest wearing a purple Taoist robe, a veil, and riding three birds.

When the monk in white saw the little Taoist priest, a trace of strange color appeared in his pupils. He was about to avoid this team when he was discovered by the little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest swung casually, and a series of talismans flew out from his cuffs, turning into a crane, and grabbed the monk in white.

The monk in white husband proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's light was turned around. His right hand was slapped out. In an instant, a huge arm made of golden light poked out from the void and slapped at the crane, with the word * in the palm of his palm turning.

The crane screamed for a long time, turned around gracefully, avoided the Buddha's palm, and grabbed the monk in white.

The monk in white was not panicked, and he smiled with a smile. The Buddha's light was radiant all over his body, easily blocking the attack of the crane. The golden Buddha's palm in the void turned and slapped the crane again.

In an instant, the palm wind roared, the air burst, and the endless light seemed to be about to flood the crane.

Just a few breaths, the Buddha's palm and the crane had already fought several times.

The little Taoist priest laughed and raised his hand. The crane made a loud noise, which turned into a pile of talismans and flew back to his cuff.

Seeing this, the monk in white also dissipated the golden Buddha palm in the air.

The group of soldiers below couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw the two stop fighting. As the saying goes, gods and immortals will suffer, and they are unwilling to die in this place in a daze.

The little Taoist priest put away the talisman and said loudly: "I thought it was who it was. It turned out to be the outstanding successor of Jinshan Temple. Master Yixiu, if you don't eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name in Jinshan Temple, why are you doing here?"

The monk in white said, "It turns out that he is a great disciple of Taiyin. I don't know what I want to stop me from going?"

The little Taoist priest rode on his weird mount and asked, "Master Yixiu, why don't you answer my question head-on. Oh, I understand, you are embarrassed to say it, right?"

"A few years ago, a mysterious monk entered Jinshan Temple and discussed Buddhism with the masters of Jinshan Temple. As a result, the masters of Jinshan Temple were speechless. Many masters were obsessed with this debate. Some people were shaken and took off their robes and returned to secular life. Jinshan Temple was shaken in this debate."

"If someone hadn't rescued him, Jinshan Temple would have been removed from the list long ago."
Chapter completed!