Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

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The sky rained ghosts, the ground gave birth to bones, and the sight of Avii Hell was already in front of my eyes.

The torrential rain poured down all over the sky, the erratic white shadows crazily spun in the air, and countless rotten corpses broke through the ground. The bleakness and gloom are not enough to describe the great horror in front of you. The ultimate confrontation between death, glory and withering.

Jizu Mountain, known as the "Tiankai Buddha Kingdom" since ancient times, should have been filled with the auspicious atmosphere of nectar from the sky and golden harvest from the earth.However, Jizushanyin, which is separated by a line, is now a terrifying appearance of ghost rain from the sky and white bones on the ground. Perhaps as Abbot Hongbian said, this Tiankai Buddhist Kingdom is also destined to be another natural place. magic country.

"I probably know why it suddenly became dark and rainy."

Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and turned his back to the west, and Dharma King Miaobao stood with his back facing him, listening to Jiang Wen's narration.

"The interior of this primitive rainforest has a unique climate that does not communicate with the outside world. The extreme humidity and heat lead to the scene of miasma entanglement and cloud smoke causing rain every morning and evening. However, we smashed the hidden corpses The cellar released the corpse poison contained in it, and the poisonous gas soared to the sky and broke the internal stability pattern, which is why this rainstorm came suddenly."

The violent rain is still falling. Although Jiang Wen's conjecture can barely be justified, he can't explain the reason for these strange ghosts in front of him. Even among those who unfortunately bumped into it, perhaps only one foot stepped into it. Only those who have passed the gate of hell can calmly accept this terrifying scene that is so close at hand.

"Quick! Let me down, Wulu Youcui Country is here to find me!"

Pinzhao, who came back to his senses, suddenly lost control of his emotions and said to Jiang Wen and Miaobao Dharma King, "Go and save people, don't be dragged here by me!"

However, Jiang Wen's reaction to him didn't seem to be unexpected. He gave him a cold look, and with his backhand, he slashed his neck with a hand knife. Helplessly in his eyes, he said, "Follow the matter urgently, otherwise, does His Holiness have a better solution?"

Dharma King Miaobao faced each other silently, and once again focused his attention on the dry muntjac who was slowly approaching. The cold rain poured on his bare chest and back skin, revealing a solid appearance casted by copper and iron. In front of the corpse.

Ordinary corpses rot and swell, and their shapes are often strange and blue-faced with fangs, but many dried muntjacs are all shriveled and ugly, as if they have been sucked and sucked, and only a piece of wrinkled human skin is left mottled and disgusted by underground mold, slowly approaching them.

The sky-shattering rainstorm continued, and Miaobao Dharma King's opening gesture was unpredictable. He slowly pushed out from his chest in a mudra position. It didn't look like he was performing kung fu, but it showed some ancient yoga movements.

At this moment, the seawater-like rain curtain turned into a sand table and drawing paper, and the thunderstorm in the sky was firstly reflected, and a mysterious and tricky arc flashed in the void, and it came into contact with the dry deer in an understatement.

The extremely sharp King of Han's green knife slashed at the body, and the dried muntjacs were like withered grass blowing in the wind, falling backwards one after another, lying down in the knee-high wilderness of wormwood.

Jiang Wen closed his eyes and used his other keen senses to make up for the limited vision. There seemed to be the sound of hard objects landing in his ears, but when they got up again, they showed their heads and showed their fangs one by one. Jin Duanyu's strength was unknown, so it disappeared without a trace.

"No, it's extremely pure stillness!"

The long-range attack failed to achieve results, and the other side, the Miaobao Dharma King who was fighting in close quarters, did not get a dry musk in his fist. Instead, he was swarmed up by these monsters and took the opportunity to hug and gnaw, leaving sharp tooth marks on the skin.

Jiang Wen, who had no results in the first battle, instantly understood the horror of dry muntjacs. These ghosts, which are said to be able to walk in rock crevices and underground, are different from the chisel-toothed people in Wuyi Mountain who have skin like leather shields. Together with the wreckage and the light smoke turned by resentment.

No matter how great the force is, the air cannot be wiped out. The numerous scars on the hands of the Miaobao Dharma King on the other side have proved that once ordinary people are trapped by dry muntjacs, they will be crushed and swallowed by the ghosts all over the mountains and plains at any time. Whether it is a frontal confrontation or a raid to disrupt, it will not be wise.

The indistinct ups and downs of the red mist behind the rainstorm made Jiang Wen seem to have returned to the unforgettable night of Manting Peak in Wuyi Mountain. The body came to the same conclusion almost at the same time——

"The enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered. It is not appropriate to stay for a long time. Withdraw quickly!"

Jiang Wen gave an order without hesitation, breaking the terrified silence of the original earthquake. Jiang Wen reached out and grabbed Pin Zhao's arm, which was limp on the ground. King Miaobao also got up to support the little monk almost at the same time, regardless of his injuries. , rushed in one direction.

At this time, Pinzhao was still unconscious, and the dense forest in Jizu Mountain Yin was full of obstacles. He was taken away backwards by the two of them in unison. Rainwater choked into the trachea while running head-on.

But in the terrifying darkness, the actions of the three of them were like moths to a flame, and the red mist in the sky was like a strict prison. Their footsteps did not waver, as if there was an extremely strong string tightening and exerting force in their bodies.

The dry deer stretched out their withered arms one after another, and waved them in the direction of strangers, as if they sensed that they were not in line with the ghost.

At this time, Dharma King Miaobao learned his lesson and used the rain-soaked sleeves of his luxurious cassock to face the enemy and sweep them out. Therefore, Gan Suzi's obstruction did not succeed. The situation of the faint siege finally weakened a little.

Pinzhao woke up dizzily during the bumps, only felt pain in the neck as if it was broken, and he couldn't help feeling weightless, just like in the Buddhist scriptures, he was held up by Yasha and walked through the void, and the branches and leaves of the trees around him quickly flew away There was a loud rustle, and even the sky and the ground were boundless and invincible darkness.

After regaining consciousness a little, he struggled to turn his head, and noticed that Jiang Wen’s steps on the left were exquisite and weird like Lingbo, and his feet seemed to bear no weight when they touched the ground, while the steps of King Miaobao were solid and thick, and the distance was the same, which was obviously simple. The stepping is like a spell to shrink the ground, and the two lead him to flee in the rainstorm forest together, as if being chased by some indescribable ghost.

Pinzhao's throat made a hooting sound, as if he wanted to say something, but the swift wind and rain stopped everything, and the sudden force of running fast also disturbed his breathing, Pinzhao could only widen his eyes at this moment Looking up to the sky, staring at some subtle anomalies.

The misty ominous white shadow followed closely behind, and Pinzhao, who was running backwards, had his pupils constricted, staring at the whirling white shadow in the heavy rain.

Those shapes became more and more clear. At a certain moment, he was even less than a foot away from the spinning white shadow. The haggard and terrifying appearance formed by the condensed white mist was almost close to Pinzhao. Pinzhao hurriedly closed his eyes, Because he was about to see clearly the inhuman grimace that smiled, this terrifying appearance would bite his skin and bones fiercely at any time, and bite deeply on his mind!

Fortunately, at this time, Jiang Wen and Miaobao Dharma King, like the eyes behind their backs, increased their footstep speed again, and dragged Pinzhao to fly in the dense forest at a speed close to the clouds. Pulling it off, revealing the pure terror hidden under the skin—Pin Zhao finally couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

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【Where are you……】

【I am really scared……】

Pinzhao walked alone in the dense forest, the towering giant trees around him shot straight to the sky, but there was not a single autumn leaf left on the branches, so the extremely cold and huge bright moon could quietly shed the light from the gaps in the branches, guiding Dongsheng The eternal direction of west setting.

The moon has already slanted to the west, and it seems to be the darkest and coldest time in the second half of the night. Pinzhao is only wearing a thin monk's robe and has no hair to keep out the cold, so he can only tighten his body and look up, struggling to find the way back to Xitan Temple. direction.

But no matter how he walked in the dense forest, he could hear a childish and miserable cry. Following the sound, he seemed to be able to imagine a child who strayed into the deep mountains, hiding in the cracks of the rocks, trembling and about to die.

【Where are you……】

【I am really scared……】

The rumors of mountain ghosts came to mind, and Pinzhao also heard that many ghosts would imitate human voices to lure people to jump off cliffs in exchange for the chance of reincarnation. Still gritted his teeth and moved towards the direction of the sound.

At the stone nest formed by three large stones, there was a mutilated dead corpse caught between the stone crevices, and the lower body was covered by a pile of gravel turned into dead leaves—a mountaineering herb collector might have lost his footing and passed away. Falling from the cliff, dripping blood splashed on the cold stone surface, stretched out his hand and struggled to get up but failed, so he lived in this burial place forever.

Pinzhao let out a breath, thinking that the ghost really wanted to harm people, so he walked carefully along the way, naturally he would not approach the incomplete rocky cliff.

But the next moment, the dead grass under the dead body trembled, and a pitiful child covered in wounds emerged, with a large piece of hair standing firmly on the top of his head because of the congealed blood, looking at the product with deer-like eyes. Zhao Zhao, neither dared to approach him, but also afraid that he would go away and disappear.

【Take me away...】

【I am really scared……】

The child's voice was very weak, probably on the verge of fainting due to hunger and lack of water, which made him ignore the fear of corpses at a young age, and hid in despair around the half-decomposed corpse.

Pinzhao was at a loss when he wanted to find water, but found that he had nothing to eat or drink, but his bewildered appearance seemed to have won his trust. A cold little hand held his hand, and Pinzhao quickly bent down to hug him tightly. To live with a child, wanting to warm the other party with the residual body temperature that is constantly escaping.

Pinzhao and the children were walking together, the weeds under their feet seemed to be endless, and the cold moon in the sky quietly changed a bizarre position, watching their every move.

No one knows where this is. Pinzhao looked up at the sky, the full moon and the precipice seemed to be clearly visible, and even the Yisha Pavilion on the mountain was vivid in his mind, but the dense forest under his feet was boundless, and no matter how he walked, it was exactly the same The scene is full of fallen leaves and dead branches, like a cemetery that has been sprayed with defoliants and suddenly lost its vitality.

At this time, Pinzhao gradually realized that something was wrong. The child's movements seemed to be a little stiff. Rather than saying that he was leading the child trying to get out of the dense forest, it might be better to say that the child was holding his hand and desperately walking towards the hidden direction of the dense forest, following the other party. His footsteps were getting faster and faster, and the cold nails brought a tingling sensation, and he almost ran away with Pinzhao!

Legends of ghosts flooded into my mind again, thinking that the next step I might take would be a cliff hidden by the blindfold, Pinzhao shook off the cold hand of the other party in shock, and cursed loudly at the child in front of him, but the child was just cold. Keng stood where he was, looking at him with contemptuous and depressed eyes.

【almost there……】

【do not be afraid……】

The exchange of identities and roles in the words made Pinzhao's scalp tingle instantly. He seemed to be the little boy lost in the forest, while Fang Zheng was walking in the deep forest with fluttering robes and sleeves, turning into an indeterminate figure under the moon. ghost.

But at the next moment, Pinzhao was surprised to find that the figure in the distance was really wearing a thin monk's robe, and he was walking into the depths of the dense forest without looking back, and his sight suddenly dropped, almost being covered by the decayed grass all over the ground. At the same time, he was wearing tattered clothes and his head was covered with blood. He stood there chilling from blood loss and trembling from the sudden onslaught of fear.

Pinzhao really wanted to yell to alleviate the fear, but the disappearing figure of the other party brought a new fear of being alone and lonely, so Pinzhao's footsteps were the same as before, and he started to move involuntarily, stumbling and running forward.

The voice that came with the wind was hoarse and indifferent, it was a cold-blooded and ruthless spectator in the audience, more and more like a ghost who succeeded in tricks, the innocent, kind and trampled anger in Pin Zhao's heart began to burn, and the anger made his body temperature rise a little, and he became more determined step forward.

【Come with me……】

【just in front……】

At the end of the road, there is indeed a dangerous cliff. The rugged mountain bones are like the teeth of a giant beast that never eats enough, waiting for the prey to tame and jump down. Taking off the monk's robe, and looking at his little hands with faint corpse spots, he seemed to be able to hear the wind rushing past his ears when he fell off the cliff, and he would never let its trick come true in the end.

But at this moment, the monk did not move any more, just stopped by the cliff, just stared at the direction where Pinzhao was, Pinzhao hesitated a little, and suddenly found a strange scene quietly appearing not far away.

What kind of scene can be considered strange, is it a whale walking ashore, a lion talking, or a ship docked in a train station?Pinzhao didn't know about these things, but he knew that in the dense forest where the vegetation was shaking and the trees were shattered, the only tall and lush tree was definitely a wonder.

The sound that came with the wind became more and more strange. Pinzhao looked at the two figures that suddenly appeared under the tree. They were in the absolute middle of the monk and himself. Accompanied by elegant and exaggerated silent movements, each drank a glass of wine.

【Even if the scenery is good, don't stay...】

【Go to Cui Country on Fog Road...】

After a long time, Pinzhao heard the woman's sad libretto mixed with the wind from the headwind position.

That was her blowing the strings under the moonlight, and the man's low and constant sobbing.Those extremely sad libretto in these words are all exhorting men to be firm in their will to die. The extremely depressed man was finally moved by this, and the two parties seemed to have reached a consensus of dying for love, and finally came to the edge of the cliff.

Tianyue was as cold as the monk, and neither the man nor the woman found any trace of the monk. The man in dark blue hesitantly stepped forward, but it was more like being dragged by the lead of a woman in red, approaching the cliff little by little.

The man's cry came again in the wind. In terms of the attitude of dying for love, women seem to be more determined, active, and decisive than men, but the man who is paralyzed on the ground is still unwilling to leave. The appearance of retreating makes people feel sad and ridiculous. He knelt down and begged her to save her life.

【Are you really unwilling...】

【I can't bear to walk alone...】

After all, the strength of a woman is not as strong as that of a man, so she can only stand up in embarrassment and dejection, and look at the man with a sad and mournful look. Although they are far apart, Pinzhao can clearly see their every move under the desolate moonlight , Every frown and smile are so real and vivid.

The woman walked to the edge of the cliff alone, looked back at every step, and sang the sad libretto again. The chords played under the moonlight seemed to be calling for the gate of Yucui Country to be opened for her, eternal and prosperous. The carefree land of the world came this night, but she knew it was all in vain.

At the moment when Yingfeng jumped down, the woman embroidered her red wedding dress to hunt Yingfeng. On the skirt was the image of the leader of the wind ghost, Asami. Horns, the background is mountains, clouds and the wind - this symbolizes that Ashami and the person she loves cannot be married, and she is forced to marry far away. above.

Pin Zhao looked at this scene with tearing eyes, the monk was obviously very close, but he didn't have the slightest intention of extending a helping hand, and just silently recited the indifferent scriptures.Looking at that face that was exactly the same as his own, Pinzhao even felt that he was the one who could not save himself, and the disaster was passed on to him by this cunning mountain ghost without a sound!

The cowardly man was standing on the edge of the cliff in a daze. Suddenly, it might be a strong wind, or it might be a force from nowhere, which suddenly pushed the man who was standing tremblingly, and he staggered two steps forward and fell forward. Go, and then stepped on another smooth stone, and finally fell down uncontrollably, falling under the cliff!
[The Tathagata sacrificed his life, now take the extinction...]

[The Tathagata enters the bardo to teach all living beings...]

The indifferent scriptures were clear in my ears, and it was only at that moment that Pinzhao realized that he had traveled a long distance to the edge of the cliff. The blood is burning—the eyes polluted by anger and the bright and sad pupils look at each other at that moment, as if time has been frozen, but the endless words are frozen on the side of the woman's mouth that is constantly vomiting blood and bursting with poison.

Pinzhao stretched out his hands like thunder, and desperately pulled the woman's belt, but his body suddenly fell forward limply, and then he was about to fall into the cliff, but Pinzhao's whole body and mind were concentrated on the woman in front of him On that extremely familiar face, even if he closed his eyes, he could still recall the curvature of her lips, eyes, and nose, and how she smiled at him countless times.

The woman was still falling slowly, and the time was so dense that she seemed to be standing still. Pinzhao reviewed her lip movements over and over again. It was a short sentence that he firmly remembered in his mind.

【Ajulin, why are you...】

【Don't come to Yucui Country on the Fog Road to find me...】

Time returned to normal and suddenly sped up, the red wedding dress falling from the cliff fluttered, and the elegant beauty gradually turned into hot and viscous blood in Pin Zhao's eyes, ferocious blood vessels burst in the dazzling red, and cruel blood flowed along the cracks in the stone.

Pinzhao clearly saw a door made of fuzzy flesh and blood quietly opening in mid-air, bleak dripping bloodstains crawled all over every corner of the field of vision, behind was a darker color that was heavier and more blurred than the night, as if covering the whole world. After applying a dark filter, it finally condensed into the word "sacrifice for love" that people can't bear to see...

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"Are you awake? The operation was a success."

When Pinzhao screamed and opened his eyes again, he found that he was hiding in an extremely dark cave, outside was endless wind and rain, and the appearance of Jiang Wen and Miaobao Dharma completely occupied the field of vision , Jiang Wen was still saying something confusing.

"Where is this... are we out of trouble..."

Pinzhao supported his head, feeling his mouth was dry and his throat felt like a blade was cutting his vocal cords. Jiang Wen patted his shoulder and pushed him back who was eager to get up.

"Do you feel that your throat hurts? This is normal. After all, you just yelled for a long time, and you almost let your throat out, so just be quiet and listen to me now."

Jiang Wen stared at the cold wind and rain outside the cave, and continued talking to him.

"I found that the weirdness of Jizu Shanyin seemed to appear with the miasma in the forest, so we ran all the way towards the cliff pointed by Elder Qingzhu, and after hiding in the cave, all kinds of strangeness were relieved a lot—however The dry muntjacs are still chasing us, so this is the third cave we have hidden in in a short period of time."

Pinzhao's expression gradually dimmed, as if he wanted to say something, Jiang Wen could see that he was thinking, and simply warned: "Shut up. If you dare to disturb the morale of the army, I will tell you what you say." Write out all the sleep talk, and then distribute it in Lijiang City!"

Hearing these threats, Pinzhao could only choose to keep silent with blank eyes.

Dharma King Miaobao also patted the shoulder of the picture in relief. He had been running in the wind and rain before, and the rain slowly seeped into the belt that bound the wound, but his expression did not struggle at all, and he continued to exert strength willingly along the way Running, at this time, he smiled lightly at Jiang Wen's actions.

"My little monk always feels that what Pinzhao knows may help us get out of trouble."

Jiang Wen nodded and continued to meditate until he took a deep breath.

"No need to ask, Jiang has already found out the reason behind it. Who are Pinzhao? They think that Yulong Snow Mountain is the supreme god. The world under the snow mountain is the first kingdom of Yulong, and the heaven above the snow mountain is Yulong. The second country, but the former is full of hardships, and the latter is uncertain. And Pinzhao’s Yucui country on the fog road is the third country of Yulong in the underworld, and it is a paradise for ghosts of men and women who died in love."

King Miaobao looked at the looming shadow of the deep forest in the distance, his bright eyes felt pain, it seemed that something was preventing him from prying, and he gradually felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"The place where men and women who died in love died?"

Jiang Wen nodded, and continued to add: "Exactly. I thought that Pinzhao had tricked someone's daughter into dying in love, and then ran out out of greed for life and fear of death, but I didn't expect him to be even more daring than I thought."

Jiang Wen took a breath, swallowed the rainwater dripping from his mouth, and continued: "The heirs of the Pinzhao family are having a hard time, his sister came from Wulu to Cuiguo to 'exchange', and she died because of her love in the end. Pinzhao broke into it by relying on witchcraft and wanted to save his sister, but finally offended the god of suppressing love-sacrificing ghosts 'Karan' in Wulu Youcui Kingdom, and was about to capture him into the underworld, if Master Anren hadn't rescued him Come out, he deserved to die a few months ago."

Dharma King Miaobao frowned and said: "From this point of view, Pinzhao should not have survived anyway if he offended ghosts and gods with his mortal body."

Jiang Wen shrugged and said he had no comment: "Who knows, maybe because he is under the protection of King Yama, maybe some ghosts and gods gave him some face."

Past memories and strange dreams overlapped together, Pinzhao wanted to stand up in pain, his body swayed and went to the cave to calm down for a while, but he tripped over something under his feet, and his chin hit the hard cave wall On it, blood flowed suddenly.

Pinzhao angrily turned around to look for the culprit, but found that he was being stared at by a hideous grimace in the cave. The eyes of the copper bell without eyelids were so close that he could even see the red blood streaks emerging from it.

"There's a ghost!!!"

Pinzhao crawled backwards on his buttocks on the ground, uttering a heart-piercing scream. The sound repeated and vibrated in the cave until one hand tightly covered his mouth.

Jiang Wen shook his head with a headache, as if his ears were also afflicted by this shock. He didn't know when he came to the deep and dark cave, reached out to pick up the picture, and pointed to the blood-stained picture in front of him Said.

"What are you shouting about? Look carefully, it's just a stone statue!"

Jiang Wen maintained the posture of covering his mouth, and walked deep into the cave with Pinzhao. With the weak light, he could barely see some distorted shadows gradually emerging. Zhuo looked like he was alive, with plump and distorted limbs, the complete ones had been completely stripped from the rock, while most of the incomplete body was hidden in the rock. At this moment, under the influence of the faint light, he looked like a Bodhisattva draped over his armpits. He was about to retreat into the rock.

"This was originally a Buddhist cave dug and carved by Song monks under the rock. There are countless statues, and there will naturally be some gods and monsters that look like yakshas and rakshasas."

Jiang Wen's eloquent words finally slowly dispelled Pinzhao's panic, and the unnatural expression on his face gradually dissipated, until he suddenly saw sitting on a rectangular seat with a waist and standing on a lotus. Only then did the statue of the Lord Buddha step on his feet let out a dull exclamation again, causing the fear to come back.

I saw the Buddha with a polished bun and a round face on the lotus platform sitting in the seal. Everything seemed to be the same as usual, but a Buddha face suddenly appeared on the face of the Buddha that was supposed to be straight and kind. Occupying the already small space together, it also made Pingzheng's facial features distorted and distorted, which was extremely weird.

"Ahem, I also really want to test Monk Song's mental state. Why are all these distorted statues carved in the Buddhist cave? After counting them, none of them are normal."

Jiang Wen covered Pinzhao's mouth tightly, raised his eyes and glanced around, the appearance here is not surprising at first glance, but there are always some problems that stand out when you look closely, such as the eyes carved in the wrong place, the weird mouth and nose, Even the short hands and thin legs that grow obliquely under the side can reflect the mental abnormality of the Song monks when they were carving.

He didn't tell Pinzhao that there was actually a human face hidden on the top of the Lord Buddha's meat bun, and he just looked up at the dome, as if attracted and intoxicated by a certain star in the dark.

Taking a step back, these three Buddha poems are nothing. The previous Buddhist caves are all weird and bizarre. For example, the Arhat cave is full of mummy-like Arhats. Full of details of the decay and changes of the corpses, the reliefs of mummified arhats in the cave are layered on top of each other, reaching the top of the cave.

The other hiding cave is even more strange. I saw a statue of Avalokitesvara with a tall crown on his head and a plump face standing quietly inside, but it was carved with a strange proportion of head big and body small. There was a series of heads of different sizes, layered on top of three layers, like a curious Beijing temple composed of deformed and proliferated human heads.

The monks of the Song Dynasty who died in the cellar at the time left only the last words of "If you don't see the real Buddha, you will not be free". However, no one knows what the gods and Buddhas in their eyes look like. What a horrible experience Zu Shanyin has gone through to show such a terrifying appearance of gradually going mad in calm water.

"Jiang Liu'er benefactor, hurry up and take a picture, the dry deer is chasing after me again!"

It may be that the exclamation of the previous product photo attracted the dry deer to move. This time the time to be found was much shorter than the last time. Before they had time to rest, they could only rush out of the Buddhist cave. go.

"Pinzhao, you continue to climb up, and we are responsible for leading the dry deer away."

The life-and-death escape was about to continue, Jiang Wen patted him on the shoulder and told him: "Don't let me think about it, and don't look back. If the three of us can get in alive, we have to get out alive!"

Pinzhao was stunned for a moment, feeling Jiang Wen's extraordinarily determined attitude, he could only try to forget the red shadow in the forest, and began to climb up the cliff with hands and feet, trying to quietly avoid the chasing of Gan Muzi.

And Jiang Wen and Miaobao Dharma King stood at the entrance of the Buddhist cave, like two ghosts and gods protecting the Dharma, blocking the only way for Ganjizi to pass.

The wind and rain outside the cave never stopped. Jiang Wen and Pinzhao looked out from the half-hanging cliff, and there were already dense numbers of dry muntjacs swarming up, climbing up the steep rock wall, and the dense forest and vegetation in the distance were full of soldiers. , it seems that there are more ghosts gathering here, and there are no fewer than a thousand at a glance.

A round of ghost moon looked down coldly with scarlet color, wandering and moving irregularly in the sky, and the previous nightmare came back in an instant.

If they can't get rid of the entanglement of these ghosts, the search for Luo Shuang'er is out of the question, but if Luo Shuang'er doesn't show up for a long time, they can't leave Jizu Shanyin to get rid of the entanglement. These two things seem to be twisted into a deadlock, and the three of them Trapped firmly inside.

"Jiang Liu'er benefactor, if according to what Pin said, Wulu Youcuiguo is coming for him, there must be someone between the two of us to protect him and escape, so that the other can get out and continue saving people."

Dharma King Miaobao's faint smile seemed to have seen through all the joys and sorrows in the world, "Now that Pinzhao has awakened, it's time to make a decision."

Jiang Wen gave him a sideways look, and said angrily, "Why do you ask the Dharma king knowingly? Shuang'er is my sister, and I should be the one to save her. Jiang is just worried about the safety of the product. Anyway, if you die, I will force you to read the scriptures." Just forcefully burn it to you."

Dharma King Miaobao laughed heartily, and stood on the edge of the Buddhist cave and said firmly: "The little monk promised the great monk Hongbian, and now he will be well protected even if his body is smashed to pieces. Don't worry about Jiang Liu'er benefactor, and keep the scriptures well, little monk. I will come and get it myself!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped down from the cliff, his posture was like a mountain collapsed instantly, and he jumped straight into the pile of dry muntjacs. The dry muntjac was also swept away by the furiously waving sleeves, like a body made of fine iron that was indestructible, and under the blessing of kundalini yoga, the skin was scorching and hot, and it was covered with rainwater. Before most of them had time to fall, they had already dispersed into streams of mist.

After a slight sigh, Jiang Wen stepped on the stone wall with both feet and flew down, towards the direction where Pinzhao and Miaobao Dharma King were. Jiang Wen's solo action even intentionally or unintentionally bypassed a path.

Jiang Wen pushed the lightness kung fu to the limit. At this time, he must use the time that King Miaobao desperately bought to find Luo Shuang'er's whereabouts. Otherwise, the longer the time drags on, the greater the possibility of the entire army being wiped out.

The senses were blocked and weakened in the rainstorm, but Jiang Wen never stopped searching even with his eyes closed, just because he felt the threat like a needle prick.

That's the perception only a top expert has, and it can make the direction clearly discernible in the dark, even like a trap that has been set in advance - besides, there may be a master hidden in the dark.

A master who is proficient in Dugu Nine Swords.

Linghu Chong in front of the Poshan Temple can blind fifteen top experts with a single sword. In the dense forest in front of him, the power of Dugu Nine Swords will only be infinitely magnified, relying on Jiang Wen's deep understanding of Dugu Nine Swords At this time, whoever has the upper hand will undoubtedly have a great chance of winning.

But so what if he knew, it was like a light in the dark, Jiang Wen knew it was a trick and had no choice but to go there.He soon came to the edge of a huge tree that four or five people might not even be able to reach. There were no weapons left around, but the old tree was covered with sword wounds. It was a horrific situation.

Before he had time to identify the traces, Jiang Wen saw two corpses hanging horizontally on the tree trunk, blood was still dripping from his pale fingertips, slowly seeping into the soil under his feet.

Jiang Wen lifted the knife in his palm and knew that he had come to the right place this time. These two men were dressed in coarse linen and had strong bones. They were obviously martial arts masters in disguise. Since their bodies would appear here, Luo Shuanger must also Not far away.

Half a turn around the giant tree, he caught a glimpse of a figure in white sitting quietly under the tree.The woman looked like a young woman, with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, and her skin was as white as snow with rouge. Anyone who saw it would admire her stunning beauty, and couldn't help but look at it again and again.

That exquisite side face was undoubtedly Luo Shuang'er, and one of her arms was stained with blood and placed behind her, but even this pitiful pale and bleeding appearance couldn't hide her stunning appearance at all.

Jiang Wen hurriedly stepped forward to check, and quickly came to the unconscious Luo Shuang'er. He stretched out his hand to feel her pulse, only to find that her breath and pulse were extremely weak, and she was almost about to lose all signs of life, except that there was still a trace of warmth in her chest.

"who is it……"

When the two were close together, Jiang Wen quietly heard the faint voice of Luo Shuang'er who was in a coma, and quickly responded loudly.

"Don't fall asleep! It's me! I'm here to save you!"

After speaking, Jiang Wen squeezed out a stream of pure inner energy from the severely depleted and unrecovered Qihai internal force to enter Luo Shuang'er's meridian. At the same time, he continued to shout in her ear, hoping to help her regain her sanity as soon as possible. At the same time, he tried his best to help her up and walked to a safe place.

Suddenly, Jiang Wen only felt the leaves above his head disturbed, he immediately raised his knife and looked above his head but found nothing.

But the cause of all this is actually the root of the tree at the foot, in the twisted and coiled soil, something suddenly began to squirm and wriggle wildly, a skinny and dark hand stretched out unexpectedly, and suddenly grabbed Jiang Wen's. ankle!

Jiang Wen was shocked, he never thought that there would be someone hiding in the thick soil, he couldn't help but lose his guard for a while, swung a knife with his left hand, and was about to slash at the strange hand that seemed to be a dried muntjac sticking out of the soil surface, but Suddenly, I heard Master Anren's familiar voice coming from under my feet.

"Donor be careful... don't be fooled..."

Jiang Wen turned around in astonishment, and the movement of swinging the knife stagnated in the air, but all this did not ease the warning in his heart—his brain quickly calculated, if it was Monk Anren who suddenly emerged from the ground, then the real Where is the threat that made him feel like a thorn in his back now? !
At the moment when he hesitated, Luo Shuang'er groaned, which attracted his attention again.

"You're finally here, Brother Wen..."

Luo Shuang'er stood up and slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were the most translucent and bright, as if crushed stars were embedded in them.

With four eyes facing each other, Jiang Wen's eyes burst into unbelievable spirit, and a very shallow and thin scar appeared on his throat, just like being cut by a leaf as light as a cicada's wing, and blood spewed out all over the sky.

Luo Shuang'er's originally pale face quickly turned into a flowery smile. It turned out to be a charming appearance that Jiang Wen had never seen before. Her cheeks were reddish like a boudoir girl in love. It's a pity that no one saw her delicate fingers twitching With a bloody long sword in his hand, his whole body fell towards Jiang Wen's chest.

"Sister Shuang misses you so much..."