Worst demon cult leader ever

Jin Lin'er and Chen Yunqing were sitting in the tea shed, listening to people from all over the world talking about it.

Someone said: "The rumors say that the ghost-faced boy can be a man or a woman at one time or another, and he can be both good and evil. He only strikes at the vicious people who have been convicted by the government, and he doesn't kill people when he sees blood. In my opinion, it is the rumor that It's so evil, drinking blood can't make you a god, it's because the government doesn't tolerate someone acting like a hero, and deliberately framed him."

The rest all echoed: "If you want me to say, the arrest of this ghost-faced boy is too strange! He once took back the disaster relief money that was robbed by the government from the hands of more than a thousand bandits with his bare hands. How could a few Shaolin monks get it?" he?"

Another said: "In order to get rid of demons and ghosts, where is the need to gather the entire martial arts alliance? There are many twists and turns!"

Everyone echoed: "Did you talk about it?"

The man was mysterious and said: "I think everyone knows it. A month ago, Master Xuan Bei, the head of Emei, was found to be a fox demon. She was wounded and escaped during the roundup of the demon hunting division. Feng Shui turns, and this hero meeting is The Shaolin faction spread the hero posts widely, but the other sects didn’t make any movement.”

"The Martial Arts League is going to be replaced!"

The rest suddenly realized: "Straight mother thief's bald donkey! If it weren't for the news from the Martial Arts League that Mr. Ghost Face is in Chang'an area, he might have already traveled to Hui County. Who would rush to this desolate western border? In the end, we were all arrested Come here, let them take advantage of it, we are being played by the bald donkey as a monkey."

Another person said: "I'm afraid that the members of the Wulin League have been deceived by the bald donkey. Have you ever noticed? We have traveled along the way, and there are many disciples from the Emei, Xueshan and other sects. They are all in the Wulin League. Those who said the truth actually believed the fake news by mistake. It should be true that the dealer of the Wulin League is going to change people."

Some people said: "Who knows if Shaolin's ghost-faced son is real, anyway, he will be killed in the end, and he will be used as a stepping stone for Shaolin to lead the martial arts alliance. In the future, ghost-masked son will appear again in the world, saying it is a fake, who will tell him?" Can it be verified? Let Mu Yaoguang be a ghost-faced son to have an excuse to deal with Mu Tianshu. Then Mu Tianshu came from Shaolin, and Shaolin presided over the matter of Lao Shizi's "elimination of demons and ghosts". Removing one's own stains is a sure-fire business."

Someone immediately echoed: "More importantly, Mu Tianshu's identity. Eliminating demons and ghosts is actually removing a hidden danger for the court."

Everyone talked about other people's rights and wrongs, and they talked about it in a hype, and their mouths were full of saliva.

Chen Yunqing listened, but felt like falling into an ice cave.

This is clearly a trap set by Fu Qingzhi.

Presumably, Fu Qingzhi had another identity in the martial arts league, and he encouraged everyone to arrest Jin Lin'er in order to force Jin Lin'er to kill and speed up the process of refining the gold seal.Under the attack of a large number of ghosts, Sun Qingfeng will become weak even if she does not lose control, so she can take advantage of the situation and capture the two of them.

Unexpectedly, Fu Xiao, who was clearly planning to go to Kunlun, unexpectedly changed the route halfway.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that the evil spirit in Fu Xiao's body was discovered by Shaolin monks.Perhaps the Shaolin faction wanted to clean up the sect and set up a plan to deal with Mu Tianshu, and had been following "Mu Yaoguang" for a long time.As a result, Fu Xiao was arrested, with two bronze ghost masks on his body, and was identified as the ghost mask son.

Fu Qingzhi can't steal a lot of money, and now he must be devastated.

As for why Fu Xiao went to Baihe?

Jin Lin'er couldn't figure it out, but Chen Yunqing knew.

Fu Xiao probably didn't want to live anymore, and planned to go back to Yunmengze to bid farewell to Mu Tianshu, and then return to the demon world.From the sound of his footsteps when he left, Chen Yunqing heard the meaning of painful parting.

The two rushed to Shaoshi Mountain without stopping.

However, the leakage of the house happened to rain overnight.

At this critical moment, Jin Lin'er was unable to contact Sun Qingfeng.

He returned to Chang'an mansion along the original road, but he didn't meet Sun Qing on the way.The golden geese sent by Chen Yunqing also couldn't find any clues about Sun Qingfeng.

But Jin Lin'er believed that nothing in this world could trouble Sun Qingfeng, and if Sun Qingfeng didn't respond, he must have other plans.

So, he made up his mind to rescue Fu Xiao first before making any fuss.

On the seventh day of October, Shaoshi Mountain was very lively.

The martial arts allies received the invitation and gathered here to conspire together for the great event of "eliminating demons and killing ghosts".

Jin Lin'er and Chen Yunqing wanted to follow the crowd into the mountains.

Unexpectedly, all the visitors reported their names and got invitations.Jin Lin'er had a tender face, and looked like a rich young man who came to join in the fun, while Chen Yunqing was gentle and refined, not like a Jiang Hu person at all.

The two of them had no invitations and were not good at lying, so they were beaten by the monks as idlers and stopped outside the mountain gate.

Jin Lin'er looked around, led Chen Yunqing forward, and invited the two beggars to the grove to talk about "business".

When they walked out of the woods again, both of them changed into tattered and patched clothes, leaned on walking sticks, and covered their faces with dust. They became brothers of the gang of beggars, and handed the dirty invitations to the gatekeeper monk. He successfully mixed into the mountain and stayed in the meditation room in the west courtyard.

Although they successfully infiltrated Shaoshi Mountain, Jin Lin'er and Chen Yunqing searched quietly, not only did not find out where Fu Xiao was imprisoned, but also found a strange thing: on this Shaoshi Mountain, apart from the Shaolin monks who were in charge of entertaining visitors, even It is rare to see eminent monks and elders of the Shaolin sect, nor the disciples of the other five sects.

Could it be that there is another conspiracy?

The things I have encountered recently have become more weird and conspiratorial, making people dizzy and overwhelmed.

In the evening, Wenzhong Yuan set up a running water mat.

Jin Lin'er took the opportunity to inquire about the news, and asked the person at the same table: "This eldest brother is very knowledgeable, do you know why, since we entered the mountain, the Shaolin eminent monks have not shown up?"

The person who was asked was an old swordsman who had been talking about it all the time. Hearing the inquiry from the younger generation, he generously told: "The Shaolin School originated from Shaoshi Mountain, and then it grew in power. It was held at Shaoshi Mountain. I heard that the ghost-faced young man is still being imprisoned in the Shaolin Temple on Songshan Mountain, and is under the personal supervision of Master Kongwen, the Shaolin presiding officer."

Jin Lin'er: "The reason we came here is to see Mr. Ghost Face. What are the masters doing to hide him? When will we be able to see his true face?"

The swordsman knew a lot: "First fight in the arena for a few days, only those who stay can participate in this grand martial arts event."

Jin Lin'er: "How many days?"

The swordsman: "I always ask for it in three to five days. Three to four thousand people came, and Shaolin didn't explain it."

Jin Lin'er was speechless: "What kind of rule is this? It's really unheard of."

The swordsman sneered: "This meeting, it is said that we are going to 'eliminate demons and kill ghosts'. The 'monster' is none other than Mu Yaoguang, the daughter of the owner of Guili Valley, Mu Tianshu; what about the 'ghost'?" Of course, it is Mu Tianshu. The Martial Arts League and Mu Tianshu are enemies, with the intention of destroying Guili Valley. You are young, but do you know where Guili Valley is? And who is Mu Tianshu?"

Jin Lin'er thought to himself: Of course it's a good place, and he's a good old man.

The swordsman asked himself and answered: "Guili Valley is full of vicious and vicious people, all of whom have bloody cases in their hands. They can't get along in the rivers and lakes, so they enter the valley to take refuge. Today's rivers and lakes, chivalry has long since declined, and people who are on the road, as long as It is profitable, and dare to use any low-level methods. If all people with unknown origins and ulterior motives are included, I am afraid that someone will tip off the old thief Mu."

Jin Lin'er nodded with an air of being educated, "That's true. But I see that on Shaoshi Mountain, they seem to be all undisciplined people who don't fight for fame and fortune, don't fight for fame and fortune, and don't belong to groups or parties. Except for Shaolin monks, there are no other five sects or gangs. Disciple, why is this?" He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "There are rumors that the Wulin League is about to change its dealer."

The swordsman obviously didn't know the reason, and he said nonsense: "The other five factions and one gang all went to Hui County. In my opinion, it is the fake news released by Shaolin. Abbot Kongwen has a lot of background, and the imperial court is behind it. The sect knows that the dealer's seat is not on their own head, so they probably don't want to come to join in the fun."

Jin Lin'er wondered: what kind of background can a monk have?

The swordsman was talking, his eyes fell on Jin Lin'er's face, and he didn't look away for a long time: "Where did we meet before?"

Jin Lin'er quickly stuffed a few pieces of tofu into his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and chewed, shook his head without answering, and left after a while.

Jin Lin'er did know that swordsman.

In the winter of six years ago, flying the banner of the Wulin League, he rushed into the Baihai Snow Field first, and stopped Sun Qingfeng halfway to lead the way.

Chen Yunqing was also present at the time and saw the swordsman.

However, for many people, including Chen Yunqing, that day was just an extremely ordinary day.But for Jin Lin'er, that was the most painful day in his short life.Every moment of that day, everyone he saw seemed to be branded into his mind with a branding iron.

In the blink of an eye, six years have passed, and things have changed.Those Jianghu people who participated in the massacre washed the blood off their hands, still immersed in their own chivalrous dreams, unconsciously working with the butcher's knife in the hands of others.

This kind of martial arts world is completely different from what Jin Lin'er imagined.

Chen Yunqing became more and more anxious: "Lin'er, this trip is very dangerous. Guzhu Mu has not come, maybe he has discovered that Fu Xiao is not Mu Yaoguang, and he does not intend to risk his life. You bear the golden seal, Sun There is a ghost in my brother's body, don't take risks, leave first."

"The owner of the valley is not that kind of person. I believe he will definitely come. At that time, you will need help. We have been born and died several times. You really underestimate us by saying that." Jin Lin'er took out the listening bell from his arms, " Besides, my eldest brother and I once promised Master Gu that if Fu Xiao was in danger, we would definitely rescue him. I am a gentleman, and even if I promise others in my dream, I will definitely do it."

He put on the listening bell again, smiled and shook his hand at Chen Yunqing: "You helped me when I was most sad, and I will never forget it."

Chen Yunqing felt a lot of emotion, and finally said: "It's so good, we all have to be careful. I doubt that Fu Qingzhi's stealing chickens won't make a fortune. He is hiding in Shaolin right now, and he has conspiracy and tricks."

Jin Lin'er: "Don't worry, I'll save it."

In the first two days, the competition in the arena was very casual, whether it was fighting on or off the stage, the winner had to be recognized.

On the third day, the number of monks in charge of witnessing suddenly increased.

The speed of the competition has been accelerated, and more than [-] people will finish fighting soon.

Jin Lin'er fought two games, and the victory was not easy.Because he couldn't reveal the "Golden Phase Divine Art", so he had to learn it now and sell it now. First, he watched how other beggar gang disciples fought, and then followed suit.

However, Jin Lin'er was always optimistic and found joy in this troublesome fight.

After four victories, he came to a conclusion: In fact, he was not as stupid as Sun Qingfeng said, but because he was surrounded by smart people, he made him clumsy.He couldn't wait to tell Sun Qingfeng this conclusion.

On the evening of the third day, Jin Lin'er had just finished the last game.

This was the last match of the three-day competition, and almost all the onlookers had dispersed.

Just as Jin Lin'er was about to leave, the demon bell on his wrist suddenly rang.

He glanced at Chen Yunqing who was in the audience—it must be Abbot Kongwen who brought Fu Xiao from Mount Song.

Jin Lin'er was about to jump off the ring, but was suddenly stopped by the monk who presided over the competition.

A cool night wind rose, and there was a scent of ambergris in the wind.

Jin Lin'er looked up and saw that standing beside the monk was his senior brother Zhou Xingyun whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Zhou Xingyun still looks handsome and modest, but his robe is covered with dust, his hair is a little messy, and he looks like he came here in a hurry.

The monk uttered the Buddha's name and said: "This Shaoxia Zhou Xingyun of the Huashan School came late for some reason and was unable to catch up with the martial arts competition. Originally, Shaoxia Zhou was a disciple of the former head of Huashan Xue, so there is no need to talk about martial arts." The monk seemed to be I am familiar with Zhou Xingyun, and know that his martial arts are superb, "But the rules are so unfair, so I invite you to compete with this little benefactor."

Jin Lin'er showed embarrassment on his face. He competed with Zhou Xingyun, but the Wang Baquan he just learned didn't work.If the two of them really wanted to fight, it would be next to him to lose, if he accidentally used the golden phase magic skill and hurt Zhou Xingyun, it would be bad.

He scratched his head and said with a smile: "How can I be Zhou Shaoxia's opponent? Let's forget about this competition, just treat it as my loss, and ask the master to let me stay for one night, eat my own food, and drive me down the mountain tomorrow."

On the same day, the Jiuchong Soul Suppressing Array collapsed, and the Demon Hunting Division lost several people. Luo Yang came forward to inform Huashan, saying that Jin Lin'er and Sun Qingfeng were buried in it, and there were no bones left. The Huashan faction should believe it.

Afterwards, Jin Lin'er asked Chen Yunqing to report to the mountain, but Zhou Xingyun was in retreat and failed to receive the news.

But Zhou Xingyun seemed to have something on his mind, and he didn't notice Jin Lin'er until he heard him speak.He looked at Jin Lin'er with complicated eyes, but he was not surprised that Jin Lin'er was still alive, perhaps because he had been practicing for a long time and his state of mind was different from that of ordinary people.

He just asked puzzledly: "Why did you come here?"

Zhou Xingyun was absent-minded, he hesitated to speak several times.

He obviously didn't want to fight Jin Lin'er, so he said to the monk who presided over the competition: "The ring is gone now, only this little brother is left on the stage, and he just had a round of competition. Victory is not martial. Why don't I compete with the master?"

The monk readily agreed, picked up the wooden stick and jumped onto the ring, clasping his fists at Zhou Xingyun: "Please!"

Jin Lin'er jumped off the ring, worried that other Huashan disciples would show her feet if they saw her, so she left with Chen Yunqing first.

The two stood in the corner watching the battle from afar.

Jin Lin'er left Sun Qingfeng, he had to think about everything by himself, and said: "This monk decided to compete with his senior brother so casually. It seems that the three-day martial arts competition is really just a formality, and the purpose is to delay time and wait for Mu Gu. The Lord casts himself into a snare."

Chen Yunqing agreed: "Today they have added more manpower to speed up the progress of the competition, presumably Mu Guzhu will be here soon."

The Shaolin monk was fierce with his staff, and his moves were wide open and closed. Once he started to fight, he only attacked but not defended, pressing every step of the way.

Zhou Xingyun's Huashan swordsmanship is light and agile, and he is somewhat inherently weak in front of the long stick.But he was extremely agile, the monk's long staff swung dozens of times, but none of them could touch his clothes.

Jin Lin'er knew that Zhou Xingyun would win, so he wasn't worried at all.

But he looked at it, and gradually frowned: "Brother's "Qingfeng Sword Art" has made it much slower than before. Could it be that it has improved the realm and returned to the original? And his lightness kung fu seems to be newly learned. Where have you seen it?"

"The problem is not with you." Chen Yunqing withdrew his gaze, stared at the listening bell on Jin Lin'er's wrist in a daze, and asked Jin Lin'er to untie the bell and lend it to him.

Chen Yunqing put Ting Yaoling in the palm of her hand, bit her fingertips, squeezed out a drop of blood and dotted it on the bell.

He pointed Ting Yaoling in the direction of the ring again.

At that moment, the demon bell made several continuous explosions.

Jin Lin'er looked at Chen Yunqing, and said in disbelief, "Could it be, senior brother..."

"Let's talk about it later." Chen Yunqing held down the beating bell, and pulled Jin Lin'er away.