Poor Monk

Snowing.

It's cold.

The blood is hot.

The snowflakes in midwinter flew down from the dark sky and buried the outlines of the bleak mountains around, and the sky and mountains suddenly became the same color.

Shen Du was a little confused.

His vision was already blurred.The wounds on his left shoulder and right abdomen swelled ferociously, and the blood gushing out kept taking away his strength and temperature, leaving bright traces in this barren mountain.

But he doesn't care.

If those pursuers were fast enough, he would not have escaped here; since he had already escaped here, the heavy snow would have enough time to bury his whereabouts.

What's more, the front is Tianji Temple, right?

"cough……"

He tripped over a stone in the deep valley, and Shen Du's footsteps were already heavy and staggering, but fortunately he used the Hanging Rainbow Sword in his hand to support him, and he barely avoided falling to the ground.It's just that the qi and blood all over his body were already chaotic, and after being shocked by this, it became even more chaotic.

He coughed, and the blood stained his thin lips and spilled on the skirt of his clothes.

The crane cloak that was put on three hours ago was originally dark purple in color, but after being soaked in other people's or his own blood, it became darker and darker.

Even the large golden sixteen-day demon pattern embroidered on the wide sleeve robe was stained.

Where else can we see the profound prestige and vigor of the ten-year Taoist in the Demon Dao?

Even a beggar on the side of the road is a hundred times, a thousand times better than him.

laugh.

Involuntarily sneered in his heart, Shen Du could only feel the blood rushing up from his throat quickly, and he was about to vomit a mouthful of blood almost in the next moment.

But he gritted his teeth and held back!

On the pale and delicate face, a pair of dark black pupils are stronger than the wind blowing on her face, and colder than the heavy snow around her!

It's not that he can't die.

In the ten years of the Demon Dao, he has seen countless lives and deaths, and personally ruined the lives of countless people.Ever since he took that position by killing his father and mother, he never thought that he would die well.

Only Pei Wuji innocently prepared a golden nanmu coffin for him.

He said: "If one day you die, I will bury you in this coffin and hang it on the cliff. Everything will be the same as when you were alive. You can see the earliest sunrise and the latest The sunset of the day, the longest day, and the shortest night.”

Yes, Shen Du doesn't like the night.

He remembered that he was leaning on the soft couch at that time, laughed, and called Pei Wuji a fool.

Because, with his skill and cultivation, there are not many people in the world who can beat him.If something happened one day and he died, it must have been a big change.

Under such circumstances, how could a person like him survive with a whole body?

It is useless to have a coffin.

But at this moment, Shen Du didn't want to die, nor could he die.

I don't want to die here, and I can't die here.

This time, it's under siege from the right way in the world, and there are people on the way of monsters plotting against them!

Once he dies here, on the road of escape, he will be found sooner or later, his head will be cut off, and then hung on the high flagpole at Wufengkou, which will become a glorious footnote in the great achievements of others!

but--

In this world, when only others made Shen Du's wedding dress for him, there was absolutely no reason for him to make Shen Du's wedding dress for others!

Even if it is all death, he will die where these people can't reach!

At the age of 17, he killed his father and mother, mastered the way of demons for the first time, and practiced Liuhe Shenjue;

At the age of 20, he slaughtered the Five Capital Tombs, making the world's evil spirits and heretics belong to him;

At the age of 22, he achieved a small success in Liuhe Shenjue, defeated Gu Zhao, the number one immortal in Pengshan, and Lu Feichan, the head of Xiefeng Villa.Except for Shanzai, a wise monk from Tianji Temple, who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, doesn't walk around in the rivers and lakes, and has no chance to fight, no one from the other righteous schools can stop him, and he has been divided from the righteous way to rule the world since then;

……

He is 27 years old this year.

Gu Zhao sent him an invitation card, inviting him to a banquet to make peace, and to discuss the matter of going to Tianji Temple to retrieve the three volumes of Buddhist collections.

There is no good banquet in the banquet, and there is no good meeting in the meeting.

He knew it was a grand feast, and he wasn't completely unprepared, but he didn't expect that the knife that almost killed him at the critical moment came from behind him most trusted.

At that moment, even Gu Zhao, who was fighting fiercely with him, showed some surprise.I'm afraid he is extremely smart, and he has calculated thousands of times, but he hasn't counted this stubble, right?

The rugged mountain road has come to an end, and there is no road ahead.

A deep valley lies below.

Shen Du couldn't move anymore.He lowered his eyes, and let go of the palm of his hand that was pressing on the wound in his abdomen. The blood-stained fingers looked like a few dead branches, and the wound could be seen clearly after being removed.

This is a wound that can only be caused by the sharpest knife in the world.

Flat and smooth.

He still remembered the gloomy silver light when it penetrated, like a cold moon reflected in the lake and crushed by water waves, with a few crimson clouds and thunder streaks floating on the tip.

Similarly, he also remembered the look in Pei Wuji's eyes when he first got the knife.

In the eyes of others, Pei Wuji is a wolf, but in front of him, Pei Wuji is just a dog.

When he is happy, pet him and call him;

When he became unhappy, he kicked him out and told him to go away.

He has been in charge of the Demon Dao for ten years, and he has raised Pei Wuji for ten years.

He killed Pei Wuji's parents, and saved Pei Wuji's life; he broke Pei Wuji's hands and feet, and pointed out Pei Wuji's cultivation; he asked Pei Wuji to help him soothe Liuhe Shenju Backlashing back, he also sat and watched Pei Wuji stand beside him step by step.

Pei Wuji is Shen Du's knife.

——Everyone in the world knows it.

But Shen Du didn't know, and didn't believe, that this knife would stab him one day.

Is Pei Wuji going to avenge his parents?Or do you dislike the position of the left envoy of Jiantianya too low?Or simply thought that the coffin he prepared for him should come in handy?

Not like.

During these ten years, if he wanted to kill him, he would have had countless opportunities, no matter which one he had, it would be better than the one three hours ago.

The knife is the one he gave Pei Wuji.

Who is the one with the knife?

Shen Du didn't see it.So he didn't know whether the person behind it was Pei Wuji, and whether Pei Wuji betrayed him, or maybe he would never know in this life.

The meridian is broken, the true energy is diverted, and the blood loss is too much.

He could fall any moment.

But Tianji Temple is not far ahead, his heart is arrogant and does not allow him to fall here, and he has always treated himself the most mercilessly and viciously.

As soon as the white jade-like Hanging Rainbow Sword was raised, it had already made a deep stroke on the arm!

The little blood in the body flowed out again.

The severe pain awakened his drowsy consciousness instantly, and his eyes became much brighter.Holding on to his feet, he walked down the valley, and when he raised his eyes, he could see the high and deep canyon.

It was as if a mountain had opened a gap here, and the unfrozen stream passed through the gap from the other side of the canyon, flowing away from Shen Du's feet.

The shallows are paved with pebbles.

The stones were covered only with sporadic, melting snow.

It is said that Bukong Mountain, where Tianji Temple is located, is full of the beauty of heaven and earth, and gathers the good fortune of Yin and Yang.The earth's atmosphere is gathered, it is not cold in mid-winter, and there is no accumulation of heavy snow, so it is true.

Shen Du was already in a trance.

He staggered forward, stepping on the stones on the shoal, going against the stream, and walked towards the steep canyon.

The light inside is dim, with a lot of moss growing.

There are old and new bloodstains on the lonely and rugged cliffs, some of which have been integrated with the color of the rocks, and some are still brownish red, as if they have only been sprinkled for a few days.

You don't need to think too much about it. For hundreds of years, many people have fallen unwillingly on this last section of the road.Maybe it's a high-ranking chivalrous man avoiding disaster, or maybe a madman fleeing for his life...

Every person in the Jianghu who walks in the world knows that Tianji Temple is a place outside the world, and rarely intervenes in the world's battles; what is more famous is a certain rule of Tianji Temple.

The name is: Zhige.

No matter whether you are righteous or evil, what kind of identity you are, what kind of miserable experience you have had, or how much innocent blood you have been stained with, as long as you enter the scope of Tianji Temple, this pure place of Buddhism——

Don't draw your sword any more, or go to war again!

For more than ten years, Shen Du has heard of many innocent and weak people who saved their lives because of this rule, and also heard of many desperate criminals who escaped unharmed because of this rule...

But he never thought that he would become one of them today.

It was obviously a short distance, but he walked for a whole moment.

The internal force that has been built up by practicing Liuhe Shenju has no place to store it, and has already scattered into his internal organs.To Shen Du, this was more fatal than the sword wound on his shoulder.

He thought that he might not live long.

There was a heart-rending pain in all the limbs and bones, but it couldn't make him more awake. The palm that was always slender and strong couldn't even grasp the Chuihong Sword.

"Dang" sounded.

It fell out of his palm and fell on the edge of the canyon rock.

The dim and gloomy sky due to the snow penetrated into the eyes at once. When he walked out of the canyon and saw the legendary tall stone tablet engraved with "Tianji Chanyuan" on the front and "Zhi Ge" on the back, Shen Du's will finally reached the limit. , collapsed down!

Unable to bear it any longer, he fell headfirst.

Just like the sword that has followed him for ten years.

"Crash..."

The person fell into the flowing stream, splashed a piece, and the blood-stained robe spread out in the water, washing away the crimson of the stream, and staining the shadow of the stone tablet reflected in the stream with a bit of blood.

Consciousness gradually disappears.

At the moment before he completely lost his senses, he could only smell the faint fragrance of white sandalwood mixed in the icy air, which reminded him of Buddhist halls and temples, three thousand gods and Buddhas...

It's okay to die clean.