I am the leader of the capital

After the voice of the sage drifted to the wine booth of the restaurant, the man who was shaking so much that his hands couldn't help it gradually calmed down, and the woman gradually came to her senses.

The old couple in the window stood up slowly, their entire lower body was wet with wine when they fell down, and the whole street was full of wine.

The old couple with peaceful faces walked out of the house, and when they walked to the street, they folded their hands on the chest of the monk who was covered in corpses, and said, "Buddha is merciful."

"My Buddha is merciful." The disabled monk stretched out his hands and closed them in return.

Qiu Chan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tall figure in black with his hands clasped together on the street. The clasped hands had eighteen fingers. This is the origin of the name Shibazi, the so-called The black robe is a black cassock with blood-colored Buddhas embroidered on it.

"I have met the Eighteenth Master." The young man bowed slightly.

"Young Master Qiu is a piece of precious jade. The old monk has never seen such a holy person in this world."

Shibazi turned his stiff head slightly, and looked at the young man from the two black holes with nothing in it. Although there was nothing in his eye sockets, Qiu Chan still knew that he was looking at him.

Qiu Chan bowed slightly again, "You are welcome, Master, Qiu is just an ordinary person."

The Eighteenth Son stopped talking to Qiu Chan, and murmured: "What is a Buddha? What is a demon? Can a demon's body hide the Buddha's heart?"

The hoarse, sharp, piercing and heavy voice, which combined all the characteristics, spread on the street. Eighteen Sons continued, saying: "Even if it is a demon, even if everything happens, even if it does not become a Buddha, all living beings can still kill the demon body." .”

The sound was transmitted far away, and all the sleeping people on the two streets heard it. Even in deep sleep, from the dying old man to the three-year-old urchin, each one's sleeping position gradually calmed down, and holy light appeared on their faces.

Under the moonlight, the eighteen sons in black cassocks recited scriptures one after another, and a group of old couples nearby listened respectfully. A graceful young man by the river stood there with his eyes slightly closed, with a faint white innocence on his body. Flow against the golden light that radiates from the rotting body.

Qiu Chan, the number one son of the capital, naturally has the same talent. Even if the eighteen sons are famous all over the world, the youth is not weak at all, but the white internal force did not completely sweep the golden light out of the body, and selectively let some golden light penetrate. The inner force shone on his face, and the golden light in the young man's eyes flowed, and he was devouring and absorbing this holy Buddha light.

Feeling that part of his internal energy left his body and never came back, Shibazi suddenly stopped reciting scriptures, and looked at Qiu Chan with eyes like black holes, "You are greedy for the poor monk's cultivation, Mr. Qiu, you Is it because you believe that poor monks dare not kill you?"
"It's not that you don't dare, it's that you feel worthless and don't want to pay for my life." There was a bit of sarcasm in the young man's eyes.

Shibazi grinned slightly at the corners of his stiff and terrifying mouth, and the ghostly voice in his throat reappeared, "Do you think your elders will be able to kill me? Are you afraid that they will be sent to the eighteenth floor of hell by me? Hmm?"

"Yes, I'm sure I can kill you. Someone has wanted to kill you for a long time, but they think it's worthless to spend so much time. If you dare to shoot, then no matter how worthless it is, it will be worth it. You will die." Qiu Chan looked at the approaching disabled The monk's face remained unchanged, and he even smiled slightly. The monk's chanting was holy at first, but gradually changed its taste, so he interrupted him deliberately.

Evil ghosts love to haunt under the moonlight, and immortals love to come into the world under the moonlight.

A step ahead of the young man in white was the remnant skeleton in black cassock. No one spoke, but the air became more and more solidified, and the two breaths collided slowly.

The old couple woke up instantly, seeing the two figures confronting each other like an angel meeting a demon, their legs began to tremble again, they didn't know why they came out just now, why they weren't afraid.

"Go into the house and close the door. I didn't tell you not to open the door before dawn." The young man in white clothes waved his hand.

The old couple looked at the figure of the blood-clothed Buddha in black that brought fear to the bones, and then at the young man in white who let the two of them into the house. He walked into the room with trembling steps.

As soon as the door was closed, the two leaned limply on the door. After looking at each other, the two wanted to hear what was happening outside, but they dared not listen, for fear of hearing the screams of the young man and the murderous figure like a withered ghost. Crazy laugh.

"You are very courageous." Jie Jie's voice came from the fleshless throat again.

The young man's face remained unchanged, but he carefully looked at Shibazi, especially his hands, each of which had nine fingers, together they became eighteen fingers, and these eighteen fingers were stained with too many human lives.

Many people in the world have heard of the killer Shibazi, but few people know what Shibazi is like, and few people know why it is called Shibazi, but everyone who knows Shibazi knows that his famous trick is called Shibazi. The eight layers of purgatory are the most vicious exercises in the world.

Qiu Chan knew that each of the eighteen fingers of the figure in front of him represented a method of death, and different methods of execution were used for different villains. Many people who had seen him would wonder whether this person was a Buddha or a demon.

The young man didn't say much, and said lightly: "Your resentment is out of control."

The exposed bones on the head of the eighteen sons in black robes had a faint halo under the moonlight, and the voice of Jie Jie said again: "No, the real me is back."

"How can you become a demon when you can be a Buddha? You have fallen, and you were not like this before." Qiu Chan turned his head to look at the wide water surface.

The black robe was suddenly furious, and he punched the ground, and the cracks spread out like spider webs, "Jie Jie, do you know how I died?"

"I know, you were a well-known scholar that year. On the way to Beijing to catch the exam, you encountered a catastrophe. You ran around to raise funds for the disaster and food. You put the materials and money funded by these well-meaning rich people in the temple. But all the 18 monks in the temple betrayed you. They killed you in order to swallow the money and supplies, and declared that you took all the money for the disaster, and they ate the bark of January like a play. .”

Shibazi, who looked like an evil ghost, suddenly knelt down and cried bitterly.

"After they killed you, they threw you into the back mountain. Who knew that you had your eyes gouged out, and your tongue was cut off, but you still didn't die. Because you were too stubborn, you just hung your breath and didn't want to die. In the end, you waited. When it comes to your master, your master is a puppet master..."

"Enough, don't say any more." The monk squatting on the ground, with blood flowing out of his eyes, roared with eighteen fingers, almost begging at the end, as if he didn't want to listen to it again.

The young man looked at the squatting figure, and there was still no fluctuation in his eyes. He said indifferently, "Shouldn't your grievance be directed at those eighteen people? Why did you project it on so many innocent people?"

"Why? Why should I be a good person? Even the people who serve the Buddha are devils, so why should I be charitable." The eighteen sons roared at the young man in white clothes fluttering like a wild beast.

"Those 18 people have already received the punishment they deserved, haven't they? Have all the famous monks of the present age looked down on you? Aren't they trying their best to help you?" Qiu Chan looked at the eighteen sons who were still holding their heads, and then said He said: "So far, ten abbots have passed on their skills to you before they passed away. They didn't intend to kill you, but used the true spirit of Buddhism to save you. Don't you understand?"

The ghostly figure that slowly raised its head roared, "Shut up, don't mention them."

The young man sneered, "Why don't you mention it? Do you feel sorry for them? What owes you are those eighteen devils in cassocks, and you owe this world after all. You have failed the expectations of many people. The entire Buddhist sect We all hope that you can become the holy master when we first met today, not the eighteen-fingered devil now."

"I tell you to shut up." The roaring figure suddenly rose up, and his right hand with nine fingers stretched out towards the young man's neck, but he retracted embarrassingly after touching the true energy lingering on the young man's body. hands, and shrunk deeply into the sleeves, like a sudden inferiority complex.

Qiu Chan sighed deeply, looked at the things in his hand, and finally handed out a jar of wine and a pack of sauced beef wrapped in oiled paper.

Shibazi stood blankly for a long time, but still took what Qiu Chan handed over.

Under the moonlight, the young man standing by the river turned his head to look at the figure of the black robe who was walking away a little bit. After a few steps, the black robe would raise his head and drink heavily, and then tear the beef with big mouthfuls.

The black-robed figure walked away and gradually disappeared into the corner of the street. The young man closed his eyes and felt it carefully, but in the end he still didn't hear the sentence "My Buddha is merciful."

Qiu Chan walked back to the opposite window on the cracked road, and knocked on the door, "Shopkeeper, pass me a jar of good wine from the window."

The slightly trembling shopkeeper walked to the room next door with wine jars, carefully avoiding pieces of wine jars that were scattered all over the floor, even though he saw that the person standing at the window was the gentle and jade-like young man, But the hand holding the jar was still trembling.

Thinking that these two old people might not be able to sleep tonight, after putting down the money, the white-clothed youth who took two steps with the wine jar in his arms stopped and turned his head slightly: "I am Qiu Chan."

The old shopkeeper's eyes suddenly brightened.

Qiu Chan saw that it might be effective, so he continued: "I see that Yangzhou City has been talking about me these two days. You may have heard of me. I am not a bad person. The person you just saw is both good and evil. Forget about him. Just don't mention it to anyone."

Thinking that the two old men might not be so scared tonight, the gentle and jade-like young man in white walked towards his boat unhurriedly. From the moment he landed, whether he was drinking and chatting or meeting the respect and love of Shibazi After the eighteen sons became eighteen fingers, the sarcasm was calm.

It seems that everything he encounters has been calculated, and then it is enough to show the expressions needed for some scenes at the right time. Some people call it facial paralysis, some people despise it as a fake smile, but more people call it confident.

He is Qiu Chan, the precious jade in the mouth of the Eighteenth Master, a holy person that the Eighteenth Master has never seen in the world
The boat was leisurely, and after passing a few more bridges, the young man thought it was time to return to the capital. Her footprints seemed to go all the way north, and she might meet again by fate.