Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 139 The ghosts and gods of the sky are at a loss.

The night is windy and the moon hangs high, enough to imagine another quiet night tonight.

However, standing in front of the empty alley, a fierce monk in official uniform, made the scenery less elegant and more abrupt.

In the blind spot that Monk Yankong couldn't take care of, a weird and bizarre shadow suddenly appeared, like black water flowing through the stone path, and got into the shadow of a courtyard wall.

That shadow appeared silently, calmly and indifferently, knotted like a wisp of twig protruding from the courtyard wall, wild like a weed grass growing on the side of a building, handsome like a well-cared for plum blossom, changing in an instant. It's hard to put it into words, and the spearhead is directed at Monk Yankong, who is out of mind.

It just so happened that Monk Yankong at this time also had an obviously abnormal expression on his face.

In his eyes that were as wide open as copper bells, there was a thin stream of black energy floating around the pupils, like a wingless black dragon soaring and roaring in the sea of ​​ink, easily snatching away the name. All the looks of a murderer without count.

A burst of dust flew around, and the strange shadow swayed with the wind, causing a light wisp of shaking.

This shaking is like the spring buds on the branches are shaken by the yellow sparrow's wings, and some inexplicable buds fall to the ground, lingering and tossing in the wind, refusing to stop, until they are given a channel of flowing water.

Before the water waves in the void appeared, Monk Yankong's body was hit with a bang. The official made up his clothes with a strong wind and no retreat, scars appeared with the sound of silk tearing, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth...

The killing intent that was hidden to the limit was like a sharp blade that was deliberately made into a pearl hairpin, and when it was finally unsheathed, it revealed its due brilliance!
Monk Yankong who was assassinated suddenly, the black air in his eyes was still lingering endlessly, his body bent forward involuntarily because of the pain, his face was about to touch the bluestone road, but his hands hidden in the large sleeves of his toga suddenly stretched He leaned over, landed on all fours and uttered strange roars.

Weird and weird shadows are still looming in the corner of the wall, and its posture is difficult to describe at first glance, but the moment Monk Yankong got up, he had already captured the enemy's potential position, and a pair of copper fists and iron palms did not hide it, and attacked like a storm. The other party, with the sound of roaring, looks like a wild beast.

bang!bang!bang!

There were several loud bangs in succession, Monk Yankong's face was dull, and his fists hit the wall without fear of pain, shaking off the powdered limestone on the surface of the wall, revealing the extremely solid blue stones underneath.

The strange shadow began to erratic, looking ahead and sometimes behind, dodging around uneasily, and finally was forced to a position where it could not hide in the fast attack of Monk Yankong without leaving any gaps.

Following the shadow of a candle shining from an alley, a grimace with upside-down facial features and distorted description was finally revealed, which definitely didn't look like a stranger!

Monk Yankong gave up suddenly, and slowly stood up from a low-lying posture resembling a long dragon and Qianjiang.As he grew taller, his whole body made the sound of trembling teeth and sore bones, as if this iron tower-like broken monk was undergoing the pain of being reborn, pulling his tendons and continuing his pulse.

"The rat finally showed up, I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

Monk Yankong blinked his eyes suddenly, and the black air wandering outside his pupils dissipated like an illusion, leaving only a pair of murderous, cold eyes.

The figure of the ghost-faced man is also extremely bizarre, he is changing his body shape by shrinking his bones and moving his acupoints, his posture leaning against the corner of the wall is dim and difficult to distinguish, just as astonishing as his upside-down facial features.

"Your Excellency, you have tried your best to find out, how could my White Lotus Sect have any reason to decline the hospitality..."

An indistinguishable voice sounded faintly, and the ghost-faced man remained calm in his words, greeting the enemy in front of him without emotion.

Monk Yankong laughed suddenly, the sound shook the branches on both sides trembling.

"Sure enough, it's the White Lotus Monster Party! It seems that if you don't hurt you, you won't come out obediently! I was just a whim tonight, and I didn't expect to catch big fish one after another!"

The ghost-masked man slowly raised his head, his distorted and strange expression was incomprehensible.

"I am the leader of the Red Sun Sect of the White Lotus Sect. Today, I dare to meet each other, not because I want to fight to the death."

The cold wind surged in the empty alley, full of mistrust.

"Hmph, could it be that you're here to catch him without a fight?"

Monk Yankong snorted, "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

The ghost-faced man was not polite either.

"It's okay if you don't believe me, but I have no reason to risk it just to make a joke with you!"

The indistinguishable voice was very stiff, and he said firmly, "You and I are incompatible in Fuzhou City, but if I came to tell you, what about the whereabouts of that bead?"

Monk Yankong's expression suddenly stiffened, fists and fingers in both sleeves came out, Vajra Prajna Palm and Vigorous Vajra Fingers did not stay behind, taking advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness to attack suddenly, he rushed into the opponent's body in his breath.

The ghost-faced man writhed in place like a snake, jumped up out of thin air in an unimaginable way, and actually froze on the courtyard wall for a few breaths, then turned and folded again, standing on the high wall with one leg.

Monk Yankong was not too polite, and he chased after him with a little pedal, and also stepped on the top of the narrow high wall.

The ghost-masked man didn't mind hitting halfway through, and concentrated his whole body's skill with a sideways single fist, which was as fast as lightning, and the Vajra Prajna Palm, which responded suddenly by Monk Yankong, came together to compete with each other, and there was a stalemate.

Monk Yankong's internal energy cultivation is astonishing, it has reached the level that Jiang Wen would be afraid of, but the internal energy contained in the ghost-masked man is also unyielding, and the operation of internal energy has repeatedly violated common sense, making Monk Yankong extremely proud of wrestling. In the quagmire.

Both of them failed to take advantage of it, so they withdrew their fists on one leg, and fought one after another like lightning, making crackling sounds in midair. turbid, let both sides give up in vain again.

"The rats are not weak in martial arts."

Monk Yankong nodded slightly, showing a contemptuous smile, "Looking at you hiding your head and showing your tail before, I thought you had something to hide."

The figure of the ghost-faced man swayed like a weak willow supporting the wind, but every movement kept on the central axis, seemingly chaotic, obviously displaying a weird martial art.

"Your Excellency should be able to let go of your guard now and listen to me, right?"

The ghost-masked man said disobediently, "Right now, the city of Fuzhou is turbulent and treacherous. In my opinion, we are neither enemies nor friends. There is no need to fight to the death. I can tell you what we want, and I can also tell you What do you think of the clues of the Mani Orb in exchange for a chance to stop fighting?"

Hearing the words Mani Baozhu, Monk Yankong's eyes showed an unstoppable murderous look, as if he would strike out in the next second and kill the person who was bargaining in front of him.

But when the cold wind in the alley subsided and the only dead leaves on the branches were falling, Monk Yankong still squeezed out a smile from his tense flesh.

"Interesting, very interesting, I haven't encountered such an interesting thing for a long time."

This is not a matter of negotiation, but also a matter of trust.People who haunt the dark woods are destined to be both hunters and prey. Those who are as fragile as thin paper can be life in addition to trust.

Therefore, Monk Yankong was very curious about why the other party was so determined, and what he said could not only be convincing, but also force him to agree to make peace.

The murderous intent of both sides receded like a tide, leaving only the naked interest.

"We, the White Lotus Sect, came to Fuzhou for the Netherworld Engraving Wordless Heavenly Book in Nether Alley. This book is not without words, but the words on it are invisible to ordinary people..."

The ghost-masked man's indistinguishable voice said bluntly, "That book...is from the former Song skull prefect. After he died for a long time, he was able to communicate with the ghosts. The text is written, the content is ever-changing and all-encompassing, and there are long-lost classics of my religion..."

Monk Yankong narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice.

"Oh? Are you trying to tell me that what I'm looking for is a wordless book, not the Mani Orb I want?"

His implication is self-evident, this statement is baseless, and Monk Yankong will definitely not easily believe that there is such an unheard of "wordless heavenly book" in Nether Lane.

The ghost-masked man said indifferently, "Your Excellency doesn't believe it? Then do you know that the house next to you lies between Ta Lane and Jibi Lane, and there is a former school of Zheng Xingzhi, the master of the Southern Song Dynasty."

""The Record of Stopping Farming in Nancun" contains: "Xingzhi was killed indiscriminately with personal grievances. There are lying corpses under the Qingfengtang where he lives, and the shadows appear, and they can't be washed away." This story is far-fetched, but the Qingfengtang There is indeed something about the shadow of the dead outside, but it is actually about the scales and claws of the wordless scriptures..."

"Zheng Xingzhi used to live in this back alley when he was poor and humble. He dug up a remnant stele left by the skull prefect. He gradually became able to understand ghosts and gods and understand subtleties. When he was studying and reading the prose, he dipped water on the ground and drew it. Where there is darkness, there will be a shadow of a corpse that cannot be washed away."

Monk Yankong laughed.

"No matter how distorted the word shadow is, how can it become a corpse shadow? Your explanation is even more far-fetched. Even if there is an occasional supernatural phenomenon, what can it explain!"

The ghost-masked man said indifferently: "Exterminate writing is enough to make a qiu become an immortal, so naturally it cannot be measured in ordinary writing. If you still don't believe it, there is also a record in the Jiajing period of the previous dynasty."

"At that time, the commander of Jinyiwei searched Fuzhou and found two strange pictures from Youming Lane. They were the scriptures written by the real Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang when he was 120 years old. Then he named it 'Zhang Sanfeng's Blood Sutra' and dedicated it to the great Inside, everyone in the world should know about this..."

"The contents of those two blood book scriptures are actually Zhang Sanfeng's inscrutable cultivation base. After comprehending the Nether world, he used the blood scriptures to write it. It is said that he has deciphered the secret of life and death and immortality. You should Clear?"

Monk Yankong's expression slowly became serious.

The person who knows you best in this world is not your friend, but often your enemy.

Wudang, as the only constant enemy of the Shaolin School for thousands of years, the monk Yankong who once lived in the Shaolin Temple, naturally knows the deeds of this land fairy well-whether it is his debauched and crazy behavior in his early years, or his obscure behavior in his later years. Rumors of death.

Pricking blood and writing scriptures is a kind of virtuous practice that is common in Buddhism and Taoism. It is recorded in "Psalmite Practice Vows" that the Buddha peeled the skin into paper, pricked blood into ink, and analyzed bones into pens to write scriptures. The accumulation is like Sumeru.It is even said that the blood scriptures can not only fulfill the vows, but also manifest the secret and unspoken meaning of the scriptures.

The content of Zhang Sanfeng’s blood scriptures has never been handed down to the world, but the notes of scholars in the Ming Dynasty have recorded that Emperor Jiajing sat down in cold sweat after reading the blood scriptures, and almost died of convulsions when faced with the answer to immortality...

"It's useless to talk too much. No matter how much you explain, it's better to tell me the whereabouts of the Mani Orb."

Monk Yankong said straight to the point, as if he had some plans in his mind.

The strange face of the ghost-masked man struggled to express an expression, and his facial features continued to involve various weird angles, and finally stretched out a finger and said quietly.

"Since ancient times, the scriptures should not be passed on lightly, nor can they be taken in vain. The Buddha said that when a monk goes down the mountain to spread the scriptures, he only asks for three buckets and three liters of rice and gold, which is a cheap sale--I have to make a condition now."

Monk Yankong glared at him, but he was more convinced, "Let's just say it and listen."

"I want you to let someone go."

The ghost-masked man spoke with an indistinguishable voice, "That man is now locked in the interrogation center of the Fuzhou government office, in a dark prison..."

Before he finished speaking, the eyes of Monk Yankong burst out with brilliance again.

"The person you mentioned...it seems that the officer is not in custody, but he refuses to come out, right?"

The ghost-masked man said indifferently: "If you can really let him go, why did you come in voluntarily?"

"Hmph, the person you want to let go is too dangerous, I will never agree to let him go!"

Monk Yankong thought of the young man with unfathomable martial arts, and felt that the other party was planning something ulterior, and if he believed the saying, he might fall into a trap.

The ghost-faced man's voice gradually became colder.

"The leader of the sect came here from a thousand miles away, and he will also fetch the wordless heavenly book by himself. Is this release of people such a difficult thing?!"

Monk Yankong flicked the heavy rosary beads on his chest, and his expression gradually became indifferent: "If you want to negotiate terms with this imperial envoy, you must first tell me the whereabouts of the Mani orb!"

In the deep alley, the bitter cold current roared past again, accompanied by the atmosphere of silence between the two, it turned into the clank of thousands of troops coming from Gao Xiao.

"Okay. I, the Hongyang Sect, happen to know a little about the origin of the Mani Orb."

After a long stalemate, the ghost-faced man finally spoke slowly.

"The Mani orb was brought by Master Hulu, the head of the Twelve Mujahs I taught, when the Dharma was in trouble in Huichang in the Tang Dynasty. The place where this treasure is located is neither cold nor hot. If someone has Heat, wind, cold disease or leprosy, sore, malignant swelling, etc., put the beads on the body, and the disease will be cured immediately, and it can even clarify the turbid blood, and get rid of the accumulated evils of the five internal organs."

"Later, Master Hulu saw that Fuzhou City was in great trouble, so he buried the Mani Orb at the foot of Jiuxian Mountain, and fixed a gloomy spring under the city to prevent the whole city from sinking into the shade of Haoli, where the sun and moon were dark and the sky was full of yellow sand. Land of springs."

"This treasure is hidden in the ground for a period of sixty years. It was only because of the leakage of the precious light that it was obtained by the King of Fujian in the first year of Tang Tianyou. The direction of the spring."

"Afterwards, with the hegemony of the King of Fujian, gold and powder were scattered overnight, and the Mani orb disappeared in the troubled times. Only the Huang family in Fuzhou City had some clues, so the search continued for generations..."

At the crucial point, the story of the ghost-faced man came to an abrupt end. All the clues were consistent with what Monk Yankong knew, but nothing was beyond his expectations. Interestingly, these information were not enough for the price of the transaction. , can be used as evidence to win people's trust, it is more than enough.

Huangjia, Shibei, Paohuang, Fuzhou.

These seemingly irrelevant things are actually inextricably linked. Monk Yankong smelled the tentative meaning in the other party's words, but he also deliberately guarded the boundaries of the message.

"All the clues of the Huang family have fallen into my hands at this moment. Even if you don't tell me, I will always find the answer!"

Monk Yankong replied proudly.

The clothes of the ghost-masked man fluttered, and the posture behind the male and female indistinguishable voice was extremely strange.

"It's natural for the leader to come here. Huang Dun, the first ancestor of the Huang family who came to Fujian with Wang Shenzhi, had six sons, and then there were ups and downs. He moved to Yongtai Longjing because he married the Ke family of Yongyang, and then appointed the Lin family, Finally, they moved back to Yixu, Fuzhou, and became the current Yixu Huang family."

"With so many changes, the clues handed down by them have long been incomplete. It is absolutely impossible to find the Mani Orb just relying on that ancient tablet. Coincidentally, among the descendants of the Huang family, there is a The descendants of concubines with outstanding talents will serve as the guardian of Hongyang in my teaching."

The ghost-faced man's words were extremely sincere, because he knew that the other party could not refuse this reason.Everything was in line with the clues he had, and he had enough evidence to prove that the Mani Orb was the closest to him.

Sometimes, when no one can succeed, it is the best choice to prove that you have been the closest to success.

"But the Guardian Huang you mentioned has died in Nether Alley."

Monk Yankong spoke bluntly, not wanting to show any wavering.

But the ghost-faced man has seen through everything.

"Hufa Huang died, but what he discovered has been passed down. There is another thing I want to tell you. Not only did Huang Hufa tell the clues of the Mani Orb to the Hongyang Shengtong in the sect, but he also seemed to tell the Geng family about it. Seek some kind of help—the time left for your Excellency may not be as much as you imagined..."

Monk Yankong glared at him and accidentally smashed the wall tiles under his feet.

"Are you threatening me!?"

It was too late and then too soon, the murderous intent in Monk Yankong's eyes could no longer be concealed, he stood on the top of the wall and shot a cold arrow again, his body leaned forward as if leaning forward, and launched an attack with a thousand ounces of strength.

The ghost-faced man fluttered backwards indifferently, turning in the air in a blunt and weird posture, but it just happened to be able to avoid the impact of Monk Yankong.

Seeing the distance getting farther and farther, the sleeves of Monk Yankong's robe waved like the wind, and the fists in the sleeves attacked again, extremely concealed, and gradually came straight to the face of the ghost-masked man. mask.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Show me your original shape!"

The universe in this sleeve has been used many times, and the ghost-faced man has been prepared for a long time. Naturally, he dodges erratically again. Had a fight.

But this time, Monk Yankong's resentful face revealed a trace of cunning, and the sleeves of his robe suddenly seemed to be blown by a blower, and they were as straight as copper and iron, indestructible.

"You've been fooled! Look at my floating sleeves!"

The sweeping sleeve robe brought up gusts of evil wind, and it passed in front of the ghost-faced man as it swung, cutting off some hair-thin threads wrapped around his body, making the sound of breaking and breaking.

And in the next move, Liu Yunfei's sleeve slid past the ghost-masked man's face, breaking a piece of human skin mask sticking to his face, revealing the appearance under the mask.

"You bastards act recklessly, and I finally caught the loophole! Although you know the secrets of Buddhism and Taoism, you have repeatedly hinted that your enemy is in the Geng family, trying to induce me to continue the investigation."

Monk Yankong said firmly, "I see you are not a White Lotus Sect at all!"

After capturing the opponent, Monk Yankong looked overjoyed, but saw that under the mask of the ghost-faced man with upside-down facial features, there was a terrifying plate with distorted blood vessels, tendons and muscles, and he couldn't even see the facial features and hair. The abnormal shape of the face and face extends all the way to the neck, and it is such a terrifying pterygium-shaped wing flesh!
At this time, even though the monk Yankong had a strong mind, he was horrified by this terrifying appearance for a moment before realizing that there might be a layer of human skin mask under the ghost's face.

And the ghost-faced man took advantage of this opportunity to jump up suddenly, using his lightness kung fu to fly across the roof beams under the moonlight, and then disappeared after a few kicks and lags, leaving behind a long-lasting indistinguishable male and female voice——

"Haha, then I just want to tell you."

"That Mani Orb..."

"It's at Fuwei Escort!"

(End of this chapter)