Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 218

When Jiang Wen left, the sound of closing the door echoed in his ears, and it seemed that a partridge yelled a few words in the bushes. In the bone-chilling mountain house, only two old monks were left sitting opposite each other.

At this time when Jiang Wen went down the mountain, it was the time for the two of them to talk, Master An Ren slowly expressed his doubts.

"Brother, I still can't figure it out... just like Xugong Hongzu's ailment, he can be cured and saved in the medicine pool fumigation. The female benefactor only has a slight recovery of meridians, so why did he suffer such a calamity?"

Abbot Hongbian sighed softly and talked about the past.

"An Ren, do you remember what Master said when he built the medicine pool? It's a pity to say that the medicine pool in the stone cave had little effect on you at the beginning, and Xu Hongzu's benefactor also stopped fumigation because of thieves stealing books. It also makes sense."

Memories welled up in my heart, and Venerable Anren also sighed in a low voice: "Amitabha, of course I remember what Master said. Master said that even if the medicine pool in the stone cave is built, even if it has miraculous effects, if it is not the time to cultivate both blessings and wisdom, and the karma is perfect Ultimately, it’s hard to do.”

Abbot Hongbian said indifferently: "Exactly. We were greedy in forcing the opportunity before. It is better to go down the mountain to benefit others in exchange for Jiang Tanyue's compassionate generosity. When this good relationship is formed, the Buddha will naturally bless you. "

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hands and said to Anren, "Besides, who else is more suitable than Pinzhao in Xitan Temple?"

Master Anren was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he showed a hint of enlightenment, and his body sitting cross-legged suddenly straightened up, "This good fate was caused by the two of us, and it should be repaid by Xitan Temple. Goodness, goodness, I am I almost forgot about the photos..."

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On the winding mountain road outside the mountain gate of Xitan Temple, the young monk with a dark complexion stood in the shade of a tree, and bumped into Jiang Wen who was carrying Luo Shuang'er down the mountain, obviously he had been waiting here for a long time.

Xitan Temple is the easternmost jungle of Jizu Mountain. It leans against nine dangerous cliffs at the back and faces the big and small Longtan in front. Only under the guidance of Pinzhao, I came to the open area at the foot of the mountain, and I could faintly see a piece of white sand like snow outside Fengwei Village, and then walked like flying along the path to the north.

Because the road after going down the mountain gradually became smoother, Jiang Wen, who was carrying Luo Shuang'er on his back, was in the mood to chat with Pinzhao. After going back and forth, he even found out some things he didn't know before.

Pinzhao's appearance is simple and honest, his features don't look like Han people, but he behaves like a monk, but now Jiang Wen knows that he has not been fully ordained, so he can't be called a real monk, so he casually inquired about him as a monk s reason.

After some inquiring, Jiang Wen found out that Pinzhao was from the Moxie tribe, which is called the Naxi tribe in the future, and is quite close to the Mu family.The Mu family is the official surname of the Naxi people. Starting from the Mude chieftain in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, the use of the Mu family name was limited to the family of the Mu family chieftain. Even relatives of the Mu family chieftain had to change their surnames after three generations. A", after five generations, the surname must be changed to "He".

"Little master, it turns out that you are not only not Han Chinese, but also have an unusual status. With our close relationship, why do you keep hiding it from me?"

Earlier, the little monk mentioned that his common name was "Ajulin", but Jiang Wen only thought it was a dialect name, but he didn't expect his surname to be "A", and he even forgot that Xitan Temple is the family temple of Lijiang chieftain Mu's family. Well, if this little monk is really mediocre, how can he become a monk here casually?

"Benefactor Jiang, I have never concealed anything from you. I heard the abbot and the elders talking about you before. It was Master Dajing who said that he was afraid that I would gossip with you, so I refrained from telling you."

Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen innocently, looking a little aggrieved, as if he wanted to say what he had been holding back to prove his innocence. "My uncles don't believe me. Although I'm not very familiar with Jizu Mountain, I still know a little about the Yunnan area. I don't think what the benefactor encountered was a ghost, but a dry muntjac!"

Pinzhao walked and talked, looking around vigilantly at all times, as if he was very careful about the ghostly shadows in the mountains and forests, turned his head and found that Jiang Wen didn't believe it, and continued to explain.

"Uncle An Ren also said that this is true. There is a lot of hardware in Yunnan, and the miners were crushed to death when they encountered a collapse. "Dry muntjac", if you meet a living person in the cave, you will pounce on them and kill them, or turn them into poisonous smoke and kill them outside the cave."

These words were somewhat personal, Jiang Wen smiled and listened to him before asking unhurriedly.

"Okay, the story can be told so vividly - little master, did you not like reading very much before you became a monk?" Jiang Wen suddenly sent out a soul torture.

Sure enough, Pinzhao became discouraged in an instant, and said to Jiang Wen embarrassedly: "The benefactor discovered this. I used to like to go out and have fun, and my sister always taught me to prevent me from being with those dubious people." People come and go."

Jiang Wen first laughed, and then patted him on the shoulder empathetically: "It's okay, my parents didn't let me play with bad kids back then, but they must have never guessed, who would play with good kids..."

Pinzhao was refreshed when he heard the words, and instantly had the intention of introducing Jiang Wen as a confidant, and the friendship between the two also increased through your words: "Little Master, I would like to ask, why do you always want to ask for supernatural powers?" ? Is this of any use to you?"

Looking at the pitch-black forest, Pinzhao muttered to himself, "The supernatural powers are so powerful, you won't understand..."

The silence was only for a while, and Pinzhao soon revealed the youthful heart, and after a few idle words, he pretended to be old-fashioned and said to Jiang Wen: "Benefactor Jiang, although you have supernatural powers and are not afraid of these things, but most of the people you met in the cave It's the 'dry muntjac', I'm afraid it sneaked out from the crevice of the stone while you were not paying attention!"

"Dry deer?"

Jiang Wen chanted the name a few times, and was very unfamiliar with this thing mixed with some accents, so Pin Zhao simply introduced the strange thing in the desolate night road.

Pinzhao told Jiang Wen that since ancient times, Yunnan has been plagued by disasters and military disasters. When encountering disasters or military disasters, the common people will hide in the mountains and wait until the war subsides before coming out. Weird thing.

"For example, in this Jizu Mountain, there are countless ghost caves. Some people escaped carelessly and hid in them, but they all died in them. These caves are not difficult to find. If someone goes in, they will see piles of bones. It is big but the inside is very big. There will always be footprints of people and livestock on the fine sand at the entrance of the cave, and they will appear again after being cleared. At night, it will be rainy and full of ghost fires..."

Jiang Wen thought about it for a while. At that time, Luo Shuanger was soaking in the medicine pool, and the scene of the mummy of the miner in rotten clothes quietly crawling out from the cracks in the rocks made his scalp tingle, but it is a pity that Luo Shuanger is unconscious now, and there is no way to tell What happened in their cave.

"Little master, it doesn't matter if I met a 'dry deer' or a 'fear ghost', the most important thing now is to wake them up. By the way, do you have any good way to wake Sister Shuang back to life?"

Pinzhao looked at Jiang Wen resolutely, obviously very happy that he could come in handy, pointed to the mountain col not far ahead and said: "Don't worry, Master Jiang, I have my own way for you to wake her up. Wait until the front The resting place will surely wake up the benefactor!"

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"Amitabha, I'm still a little worried about Pinzhao."

Venerable An Ren said to Hong Bian with a serious expression, "Brother, Pinzhao's practice is still shallow and he is obsessed with supernatural powers. You and I did everything possible to lure him into Buddhism, and now let him go back to contact with other ways. Will it be against you?" killed him?"

Abbot Hongbian sat as still as a mountain, slowly twirling the beads in his hands, and whispered with his lips moving, "Anren, moving water and carrying firewood is nothing more than learning the Tao. You can practice Zen if you are pine, feng, shui, and moon. Why not wander heresies? Zhao has been studying Buddhism under the door of Xitan Monastery for some time, if he returns to heretics easily, then what use is learning Buddhism for him?"

"However, when Pinzhao first went up the mountain, he almost killed himself in search of You Cuiguo, a foggy road in the shade of the chicken feet. Now if he is allowed to go out late at night, it will be very dangerous. I am afraid that he will get lost and fall into the depths of the sea of ​​misery."

Master Anren was still worried, he looked like an ordinary old man at this moment, what he did and said was far from the solemn abbot Hongbian in front of him, let alone compared with the Buddhist genius who was infinitely close to the Arhatship at the time. Dharma practice has been nowhere to be found in him.

Abbot Hongbian nodded slightly, and in turn persuaded his younger brother, "Anren, this is how things are in the world. People in the world are happy when they hear praise, and angry when they hear slander. Every time the merits and demerits change, so that there are endless ups and downs in the six realms of reincarnation. Therefore, the Buddha People in the world talk about the Five Precepts, the Ten Virtues, the Noble Eightfold Path, the Six Paramitas, and all kinds of dharmas. We can only try our best to correct people’s illusions with correct knowledge and views..."

"Amitabha, the misty road to Cuiguo is illusory. The world says that there are white deer in it to accompany the snow to make fine wine, but I only see white bones piled up into mountains. Jizu Mountain is full of Buddha light, but it can't shine through the sea of ​​evil. I tasted it. Karma is doomed, if this is the case, the old monk will naturally be helpless..."

Master Anren fell silent, pretending to be listening attentively, as if he noticed some subtle changes in the dim night.

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Jiang Wen memorized the number of steps in his mind, and walked northward at the foot of Jizu Mountain for about two miles, and finally stopped under a flat rock. It is the Dalongtan seen from the Xitan Temple.

The depth of the Dalongtan is four to five feet. According to Pinzhao, it does not overflow or run dry all year round. The local people can freely carry water from this pool for thirsty drinking to irrigate the garden.This is also the so-called Outer Valley of Jishan Mountain. Those who climbed the mountain in the early years used it as the starting point for entering the mountain, and then they could rest in Fengwei Village.

Pinzhao led Jiang Wen into the village familiarly, and walked around to the side of the village, near a house with thatched eaves and low pressure.It was cold and windy in the middle of the night, and the oil lamps in the house could be seen slightly through the windows, and occasionally people appeared on the veil, and coughing was also faintly audible.

Pinzhao calmed down slightly, went up and knocked on the door panel lightly, and soon there was a burst of slow and stagnant steps resounding in the room out of thin air, and the rest of the noise disappeared suddenly.

"Who knocked?"

Pinzhao didn't speak, and continued to knock on the door lightly, but just like this, the reassuring coughing melody slowly resounded in the room.

The firewood door opened slowly, still very vigilant, and the dim yellow light lit by the turbid oil instantly shined on the freshly shaved green stubble scalp, opposite to it, an old woman with a wrinkled face poked her head out from the room .

Jiang Wen stood three steps behind Pin Zhao, not wanting to show any aggression, so as not to irritate the suspicious old woman, and at the same time, the other side's curly bun and earrings, strange clothes, also let him slowly guess Pin Zhao The intention of the line.

"Are you... Ajulin?"

It took the other party a while to recognize the familiar facial features on the stranger's face, and slightly relaxed the old hand that was gripping the door panel.

"Grandma Sonny, it's me, open the door and let me in."

"No, you can no longer travel to Cuiguo on the Wulu Road, no matter how you say it, it's useless! Last time, to help you, the four-headed god Karan broke the scripture card in a rage. If you continue to mess around like this, you will be led by the wind ghost gone……"

Pinzhao's face turned blue and red, and he held his breath and said decisively to the old woman: "Grandma Sonny, I am not here today for this matter—the soul of a good man has been lost, and I need your help to find it!"

Jiang Wen could tell that although the old woman with curly buns and earrings looked fierce, she was in awe of Pin Zhao, or Ah Chuan Lin. The evil appearance was just to scare him away, not Not wanting to offend him, seeing that Pinzhao couldn't drive him away, he opened the door with a cold face and let a few people in.

"...Huhun? Then come in."

The chaimen is crudely paved with sandy soil, and a few wooden beds are randomly placed in the room, which is a subtle mixture of emptiness and narrowness. It turns out that the lamps and candles are so dark that the interior furnishings cannot be clearly illuminated.

What's more, the eyes began to be sore, because there was a strange smell of old herbs and old people's oil, which was naturally mixed into the nose, which made people frown slightly.

Pinzhao entered the room to say hello, and Jiang Wen found out that besides the vicious old woman, there were several old women who seemed to be sleeping in the room, their bodies were hiding under the thick quilt, motionless, only the occasional strange throat sound, proving that They are in between sleep and sleep.

"Grandma Sonny, the situation is urgent, please quickly call back the soul of the benefactor."

Sure enough, the Ajulin in the eyes of the old women was not just the picture in front of Jiang Wen. They all started to act as soon as he gave an order, and only the vicious old woman was still muttering.

If the one in front is only gray-haired, then the few old women who got up on the bed are undoubtedly white-haired. They looked at Pinzhao tremblingly, and then took out some weird things from under their respective beds. Things, including divine crowns, staffs, bells, sheepskin drums, conchs, and other magic tools, as well as wooden knives, short bows, birch arrows, wooden pestles, etc., were placed on the bed in a daze, and then they went to work .

The vicious old woman went into the house and brought out a brazier, lit the kindling made of juniper branches again, and picked up a Zhe wood witch stick carved with various patterns of animals, stars, treasures, etc. on all sides.

"Little Master, is this going to be a ritual?"

"Wanli Yunnan Tongzhi" said: "During the 300 years of Song Dynasty, Nanzhong was abandoned as a foreign land, and few words survived, so that the two Han dynasties were swayed, and there was no way to continue..." Jiang Wen understood that Pinzhao turned out to be I took myself to find the wizard of the Moxie tribe in the village. In this place where Bai, Miao, and Naxi people live together, I am afraid that only local people like Pinzhao can accurately find the wizard.The Dharma religion passed down from generation to generation by some tribes is very different from that of the Han. Presumably there is witchcraft that can awaken Luo Shuang'er.

Sonny is not a certain person's name, it is a few old women with curly buns and earrings in strange clothes, or the surviving witch "Sonny" who is regarded by the Han officials as "vulgar" and "meaningful". "—This is undoubtedly a remnant of some ancient custom, so that even survival has to be cautious.

"Benefactor Jiang, put the female benefactor on the ground quickly. After the grandmas will start chanting mantras, I will press her hands and feet tightly to prevent the evil spirits from approaching her. Take off your shoes and blindfold your eyes. Close to the brazier with one hand and grab the wrist of the patroness with the other."

Pinzhao gave Jiang Wen familiar instructions. Obviously, this was not the first time he had experienced such a ceremony. The toothless mouths of the old women were always muttering indistinct words. Pinzhao listened carefully while Tell Jiang Wen the follow-up matters, and finally arrange a simple folk altar.

"Benefactor, remember to close your eyes and don't open them until you see the female benefactor waving to you, then grab her to open her eyes and forcefully bring her soul back, and ignore everything else!"

It didn't take long to prepare, Jiang Wen followed the instructions honestly, feeling the temperature of the crackling firewood in the brazier with his palms, and covered his eyes with cloth strips.

Sonny's mothers-in-law sat around Luo Shuang'er holding magical instruments, while the presiding priest faced the brazier with a witch's stick and kept throwing fresh erythrina twigs into it. Thick smoke rose from the air and filled the whole room.

Not long after, several people suddenly uttered a long chants of "Woo...". The mothers-in-law of Sonny blew the conch horn, the bell, and the tambourine. Jiang Wen slowly fell into silence amidst the noise, distinguishing every sound around him, waiting for the agreed time.

I don't know how long time passed, Jiang Wen didn't wait until there was any change in front of him, but there was a commotion in his ears first.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The closed wooden door suddenly vibrated, as if someone was knocking on the door again and again, trying to break in. Grandma Sonny, who presided over the sacrifice, was shaking all over, and threw erythrina branches into the brazier non-stop, and opened her mouth to blow the flames in the basin, hoping to quickly Some burning green sticks.

"Don't worry about it, it's just that Youshen came to knock on the door, so the benefactor can concentrate on it..."

However, just after the words were finished, a gust of wind blew up from unknown sources, and the sound turned out to be that the door suddenly opened, rushing towards several people.

Pinzhao stared blankly at the night of nothingness, his hands and feet paused for a moment, but the gust of wind continued to violently bombard Pinzhao and Jiang Wen who were facing the gate. At this time, only this human-shaped screen could stop the chaos and reduce the number of troubles. Distinguish the power of the strange wind.The candles in the house were instantly extinguished, leaving only the firewood in the brazier burning, which could illuminate a small area.

Jiang Wen, who was blindfolded, instantly felt Luo Shuang'er, who had been in a coma for a long time and her body was limp. At this moment, her hands twitched, as if being strongly stimulated by an electric current, and she was about to break free at any time.

"Benefactor Jiang, you must hold on! Don't let go!"

Pinzhao continued to exhort in the strong wind, his tone anxious, as if as soon as Jiang Wen let go, Luo Shuang'er would rush into the night in a daze, and disappear into the forest from then on.He looked outside in a trance, and did not expect such a change in advance, so he had to take over from Grandma Sunny to throw the erythrina branch, so that she could concentrate on waving the witch stick and let out a long whine.

But the strong wind is still raging, constantly tearing everything that can be overturned in the wooden house, and the cold moon and long wind in the Jizu Mountain coincidentally add a bit of weirdness to this mysterious and primitive ceremony, coupled with convulsions all over the body For the trembling Luo Shuang'er, Jiang Wen once thought he was dreaming too.

"A-Chu Lin, it's not Youshen! It's Feng Gui who discovered you again! You shouldn't have come to Jizu Mountain!"

The vicious old woman beat the Zhe wood witch stick desperately, rolled up the dust on the ground, and roared with some words to Pinzhao, but Pinzhao looked outside the house indifferently, as if there were some familiar and strange things in the dark forest Calling for ambush, amidst the sound of the wind, there was a shrill suona sound, and he walked slowly towards the mountains and forests.

Pinzhao stared at the mountain forest obsessively, his strength to suppress Luo Shuang'er was getting weaker and weaker, and he vaguely saw a woman in a red wedding dress in his eyes, who was staggering towards the lonely mountain with her back turned to him, but her swaying steps swayed in the wind The posture did not move forward at all, and it was more like a hanged ghost floating on the branches.

"elder sister……"

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Outside the window, strange shadows can be vaguely discerned among the reeds and grass, and there are dogs barking at the foot of the mountain, which can be heard in the distance.

Venerable Anren whispered in a low voice, and suddenly became old. When he looked up at Abbot Hongbian, his eyes were worried, "Senior brother, after Benefactor Jiang goes this time, Xitan Temple may be in turmoil again. You have worked so hard for this foundation, but I am trapped." It’s useless to stay where I am, how can I go to see the master..."

Master Anren's eagerness is beyond words, only he himself knows the reason.In the past few decades of hard work, not only has there been no progress at all, but he has not been able to enter samadhi from reading, contemplation, and meditation.

The feeling of indebtedness to his master and senior brothers in his heart became more and more serious, so that his cultivation of Buddhism was still vaguely regressing.

Abbot Hongbian twirled the Buddha beads and remained silent for a long time, then said in a meaningful tone: "Junior brother, do you know what the four great masters of tranquility in the mountain are coming for?"

Venerable Anren sighed slightly, and turned his head to the side: "It's nothing more than wanting to take advantage of the danger and compete for the seat of the head of the temples in Jizu Mountain, the family temple of the Mu family in Lijiang."

The relationship between the temples in the mountains has always been in a very delicate state. At first, it was only thanks to Benwu Zen Master, a well-known eminent monk and abbot, that he was able to overwhelm all the temples. The relationship between them tended to be discordant, and because of the rumors that Xitan Temple was haunted secretly among the monks, they secretly and jointly targeted Xitan Temple.

But Abbot Hongbian didn't speak, and the gray-haired man guarded in silence, he just raised his eyes to look at his junior brother, and in this look, Master An Ren seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

He is too familiar with this kind of gaze, so silent and enduring, carrying heavy burdens with strength, and his appearance of not forgetting his own bow when Ruizhi is studying, more and more like Zen Master Benwu, the master back then, and it is the same for his disciples and for the monastery He worked hard until the last moment, and went to Tiantai Mountain on foot for himself, seeking Anren's last sliver of hope...

In fact, when Venerable An Ren hurried down the mountain to seek rescue, he found that Abbot Hongbian had fallen into a very strange state. It seemed that all the emotions of sorrow, joy, sorrow and joy were extremely light on him, and there was another great His sense of mission is returning from the underworld, occupying this old body.

Today's abbot Hongbian looks very much like Zen Master Benwu. At that time, he only frowned slightly. Even if he was ordered to take Jiang Wen to a certain place, he could no longer see in his words that he wanted to try his best to befriend Jiang Wen. mean.

The senior brother just kept silent, so Master Anren could only not discuss it for the time being, but Anren could guess that the only thing that could make senior brother Hongbian produce such a huge change in the short period of time from his departure to his return Yes, there is only the fact that the four major static masters of Jizushan Temple came together to visit...

Abbot Hongbian suddenly smiled indifferently, and lowered his eyes, "The four great quiet masters in the mountain did not come here for this matter. It's just because it is once every ten years now, and it's time to reopen the Yixuan..."

Master Anren had mixed feelings in his heart, looked at the silent brother, and instantly understood the reason why the brother was so clear about liberation, and also understood the reason why he saw Master's shadow from him.

The jungle of Chinese Buddhism in Yunnan was originally centered on the Jietuo Forest in Heilongtan, Lijiang. The eminent monks gathered like a cloud, and the incense was flourishing for hundreds of years. However, various sects in Tibet also coveted it. He personally defeated many eminent monks and took away the ownership of Jietuolin.To the outside world, the chieftain of Mufu said that he had listened to the suggestion of the Karma Kagyu Living Buddha. Chinese Buddhism could not suppress the plateau of Jietuo Forest, so he moved the Chinese Buddhist temple to Jizu Mountain, and rebuilt Xitan Temple as the head. Since then, Linfuguo Temple has become the largest temple of the Karma Kagyu Sect in Tibet.

Then Jizu Mountain became another center of conflict between Sino-Tibetan Buddhism in Yunnan. Based on Zushan, he agreed with both parties to have another debate in 20 years.

Zen Master Benwu was exhausted physically and mentally and could not wait for it. Then, in the debate during the reign of Chongzhen and Gengchen, the temples in Jizu Mountain did their best to not lose, but the opponent seemed to be able to handle it with ease. Now that the opponent has made a comeback, inside Jizu Mountain It is hard not to say that it is a desperate situation for the heir of the law.

"Amitabha, this timing is too coincidental..."

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Jiang Wen held Luo Shuang'er's catkin tightly, and the blindfolded eyes could not prevent him from feeling the things around him. He could clearly feel the staff swaying here and there, the door of the thatched hut was opened, the surrounding beds collapsed, and the mountains and haze rolled wildly outside the door. For some unknown reason, the strong wind blowing from Jizu Mountain hit the edge of Dalongtan directly.

"Pin Zhao, are you okay?! Answer me quickly!!"

The surroundings were extremely noisy and quiet, but Jiang Wen didn't know whether he was dreaming or waking up, and he didn't have a spinning top at hand to test how long it would spin.

Regarding this, Jiang Wen's first reaction was to lift the veil and open his eyes to see, but the rhythm of Sonny's mother-in-law was still humming and chanting, frantically blowing the conch horn, ringing the bell, and beating the tambourine , didn't mean to stop for a moment, which made Jiang Wen not sure if he made a mistake.

Pinzhao didn't answer for a long time, and Jiang Wen couldn't understand a word of the old women's words. Soon, even Pinzhao's movements of suppressing Luo Shuang'er's hands and feet disappeared, as if he was turning into a ghost and drifting towards the wall , so Jiang Wen could only deal with it according to his own method - at least he couldn't make the convulsive Luo Shuang'er sit up, right?

The meridians on his body were cut like knives, but Jiang Wen still didn't care about this much in his desperation, and forced out a little internal force to suppress Luo Shuang'er. When the two were touching hands and feet, Jiang Wen suddenly noticed Luo Shuang'er's body, There is also a familiar internal force entangled in Niwan, Tanzhong, and Dantian, like a cold light shadow, which makes people feel heart and lungs. It is the treacherous and changeable "Cold Mountain Strength"!
The same internal energy in Jiang Wenqi's sea was suddenly drawn, and he felt a ray of light emanating from the center of his brow, illuminating inextricably on Luo Shuang'er's forehead, accompanied by the almost crazy singing and whimpering of the sonny mothers-in-law, he blindfolded The scene became clearer and clearer, and finally Luo Shuang'er was seen!
Jiang Wen's eyes clearly appeared, it was a garden full of colorful flowers, countless palaces and pavilions, the scenery was wonderful, and the splendor gradually faded away to the end of the world, but in the garden there was a graceful and uncompromising osmanthus tree, Luo Shuang'er was Standing among the bushes, flickering, like a fairy in the flower garden, quietly and independently, she closed her eyes and looked towards Jiang Wen.

With such a clear scene, the dazed Jiang Wen instantly remembered what he was going to do, and hurried forward to grab Luo Shuang'er's arm.

"Cosmic Superman, open your eyes!"

But just as he was about to force his hands, he found that the other party and Yu Guishu were indistinguishable from each other. Hearing the sound, his eyes opened wide, and he looked at himself unconsciously. Guarding the immortal altar——Jiang Wen could feel that there was nothing in the divine light, but there was a phantom somewhat similar to himself floating around!

Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Luo Shuang'er's arm and pulled it out of the jade osmanthus tree. In an instant, the whole world of flowers and brocades began to hang upside down, and there was a huge force that threw him away from the sky, and he could only hold on to him tightly. He didn't let go, and at the moment of weightlessness and dizziness, Jiang Wen decisively pulled off the cloth that was covering his eyes!
The moment I opened my eyes, the illusion shattered, and everything in front of me fell into silence.Jiang Wen was still sitting on the ground facing the extinguished brazier, holding Luo Shuang'er's hand tightly with one hand, pinching bruises on five fingers in a daze, and then saw bloodshot drops around Luo Shuang'er's mouth, between the originally white and translucent skin, Slowly, countless terrifying bloodshots appeared!
"Benefactor...you finally woke up..."

Pinzhao spoke weakly, his complexion was extremely pale and sallow.

The Zhe wood witch stick in the brazier has been scorched, and now there are rows of colorful wooden plaques with vaguely human shapes in front of them. Countless elves, monsters, and fairy protectors are drawn on them, as if they are quietly performing scenes. Sadness and joy, and at this time, the wooden signs turned upside down, tilted, broken, and cut for some reason, each drawing deep scratches on the sandy ground——

And beyond the chaotic notches on the wooden signboard, there are strange traces like crawling appendages, extending all the way to the outside of the door...

"Pin Zhao, are you okay? Why are you all not quite right?"

Jiang Wen saw that Sonny's mothers-in-law were also paralyzed half dead, so he hurriedly asked, but found that Luo Shuang'er's breathing and heartbeat began to stabilize, as if he was awakened from a nightmare and was about to wake up after sweating profusely.

Pinzhao lowered his head in pain, there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes, and he wiped them in a panic at this moment, not caring that the sand on his hands got into his eyes.

"It's okay, benefactor, I'm fine, the mothers-in-law are just tired..."

Pin Zhao said weakly, "The most dangerous thing is the female benefactor. The mothers-in-law said that the female benefactor did not lose her soul, but was poisoned with 'poison'. Two restraints did not erupt, but if we continue to delay, we will inevitably die."

"Little Master, what do the words 'Poison Xi' and 'Congpu Xi' mean? Does this mean someone poisoned you?"

Jiang Wen asked and looked carefully, and found that the streaks of blue and purple blood on Luo Shuang'er's skin turned out to be strands of poisonous gas that had been forced out of the body, congealed in the blood and was about to be discharged. Although the appearance was terrifying, it seemed to be out of the most dangerous place. The poisonous gas attacks the heart.

Pinzhao quickly explained: "No. I don't know how to say 'Congpuxi' in Chinese, but 'Duxi' should be called...'Gu' in your words?"

As soon as the words fell, Pinzhao found Jiang Wen in front of him, his eyes suddenly showed an extremely dangerous expression - it was a kind of fear that was unattainable even walking on the cliffs in the middle of the night - but in his mouth, He only uttered a word of relief.

"...Amitabha, it turns out that someone has played a trick."

(End of this chapter)