That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

There have been many legends of dragons in the folk since ancient times. The only one that really appeared before the eyes of the world is the divine dragon Sihuai who appeared in the Huguo Temple to rain 300 years ago. It was only later that this divine dragon killed people and became full of hostility. , the reputation has become bad.

At the time of parting, Suchen's words weighed heavily on Si Huai, and he was still circling panic for no reason after walking all the way.

Wu Nian is a poor monk without a fairy weapon, so Si Huai had to take him with him to drive the fan. The weight of the two of them was pressed on a light fan, and they flew staggeringly against the eaves. Fortunately, they could run faster than them. Go faster.

Previously, because I was going to the dangerous Great Barren Mountain, I didn't dare to toss around so leisurely. I just went to the nearby corpse pile to have a look, and maybe I could still run back and forth before dawn.

The evil aura near the Great Barren Mountain was too strong, and Si Huai's small fan was not a high-end weapon. It made a trembling sound when it encountered the black mist covering the mountain from a distance.

Si Huai spotted a stable place below and wanted to land, but he found that the person behind him had a hand firmly around his waist, and the wind blew through his sleeve robe, making a hunting sound, and suddenly became hotter.

He pretended to cough twice, cleared his throat, turned his face slightly to the human behind him, and said, "Master, my fan can't fly anymore, we have to go down the next section of the road by ourselves, loosen your hands..."

"The poor monk's hand has to fall as soon as it is loosened. Your fan, benefactor, is too short. I can only put half of my front foot on it."

"If you keep holding me so tight, we'll have to..." Before he finished speaking, the Flying Flower Chasing Moon Fan, whose brilliance was fading under his feet, suddenly stopped and went dark, and fell straight to the bottom.

Fortunately, the flight was not very high, and two heavy objects fell and made two muffled sounds in succession. Si Huai moved his unbroken muddy arm, stretched out his hand to shake the people on top, and completed what he didn't know just now. After finishing the words "falling down".

Wu Nian hurriedly got up from him, pulled Si Huai up with one hand and rubbed his back that was pressed by me just now with the other hand, laughed twice, and praised as if looking for something to say: "Benefactor Huai's figure is tight." Really, bear the fall."

"..." Si Huai looked at him with a subtle expression, stood up from the ground and loosened his muscles, did not answer his words, and walked forward after identifying the direction.

For some reason, he always had a feeling of uncertainty in his heart, as if coming to the Great Barren Mountain tonight was a wrong decision.

Or, he shouldn't be close to Wu Nian at all in this life, and walking that cold and dark single-plank bridge alone is his destination.

After walking westward in the direction Suchen pointed for more than half an hour, a small slope appeared in front of him, and an unusual aura permeated from the back of the slope, which was not as evil as the evil spirit of the Great Barren Mountain, but The closer you get, the more oppressive you feel.

Si Huai slowed down and waited for Wu Nian to catch up. Looking at the faint green light that floated up from time to time, he asked with some confusion: "Do you think this is really the place we are looking for? The nun has already said that these The corpses were piled up here by the owner of Xinling City, if you want to find clues about the cross flower dart, let's go to Xinling City to check."

He always felt that if he walked forward, he would see something he didn't want to see.

"No." When he spoke, Wu Nian had already come to his side and walked with him, "The Lord of Xinling threw so many post-war corpses here. Although he himself did not say anything, it may not be known to no one. He took care of it for Mr. Lin. The person with the dead body is not necessarily him. The person who made Mr. Lin kill and the person who chased and killed Mr. Lin are not the same group of people. The cross flower dart is very likely to be the man in the black cloak who shot for Mr. Lin when he saw someone chasing Mr. Lin. He left it when he settled down."

"Do you think he might have left some clues here when he threw the body? Don't you think it's strange? Lin Ying killed so many people for that person, and he knew that the person threw the missing body there The vicinity of Dahuang Mountain is not strange, but Suchen said that she often takes some corpses from here every once in a while, but it seems that corpses will grow out of the big pit of corpses to fill up the gullies that were taken away. "

There was a war in Xinling City more than ten years ago, tens of thousands of people died, and the people who died in the battle were extremely resentful. The Lord of Xinling City threw the corpses near the Great Barren Mountain to use the evil spirit here to suppress these new ghosts. Wraith.

Usually, there will be a fairy gate to suppress the resentment of the ghosts in these places where the corpses are piled up. Over time, a balance will gradually develop in the place where the resentment gathers.

It would be fine if there was only one restriction, and nothing serious would happen if a few corpses were missing, but there was still a heavy evil pressure from the Great Barren Mountain here, and some misfortune would cause some disasters.

"You mean... Daoist Suchen took the corpses from the mass grave, which will disturb the resentment here, so when someone finds that there are fewer corpses, they will fill them with other corpses?"

"En." Si Huai nodded his head, the desolate moonlight shone on his face, and even that gaze became a bit calmer. "Except for the people who fell under the restraint, who would have noticed that something went wrong here, and got corpses to fill them up without anyone noticing? The missing people in Fengmian City couldn't plug this gap at all, and they just happened to throw them together .”

"So this matter should start with City Lord Xinling?"

"He may not be the one who asked Lin Ying to kill, but since that person knew that there was a mass grave here, and mixed those missing people with other corpses and threw them here, even if it wasn't the Lord of Xinling, it might be him. People around me. Moreover, the Ming family, one of the four great families of the Immortal Sect, lives in Xinling, and it is said that they have a cousin relationship."

The relationship in the Immortal Gate is complicated. The Ming family has an external influence that is about to become a prime minister, and it is normal to have some relatives with the Lord of Xinling.

Speaking of it this way, it is not unreasonable for the Lord of Xinling to dare to pile up those dead bodies near the Great Barren Mountain. Maybe the Ming family helped put down that restriction.

Wu Nian didn't answer the conversation for a while, looking at the rough road under my feet, I don't know what I was thinking.

Si Huai's unreliable feeling became more and more intense. Seeing that he was about to turn up the low slope and saw the piles of corpses all over the mountain, he suddenly felt a sense of retreat.

"Hey..." Si Huai paused, trying to persuade Wu Nian to leave together, but before he could speak, a loud noise came from the front.

The low murmur sound seemed to come from the deep underground, and there was an obvious violent vibration from under the feet, clusters of dense green lights shot up to the sky in front of it, and the wilderness of the four fields was full of howls of lonely souls and wild ghosts. The rotten smell of death.

Without further ado, Wu Nian stepped up and ran up the short slope, but Si Huai squeezed his strength secretly and had to follow.

The footsteps have not yet stabilized, and the suppressed groan seemed to break through the restraint of the ground suddenly, and suddenly turned into a majestic and clear howl, and the chilling sound instantly overwhelmed the howls of ghosts and ghosts everywhere.

The ground suddenly vibrated more violently, a loud sound of the earth cracking came from the ground, billowing thick smoke rose from the cracked ground, black and red smoke rose from the invisible ground, and the surrounding corpses were quickly wiped out. The thick smoke and black mist covered it together, and it seemed that there was an overwhelming force in the darkness that sucked everything on the ground down.

It wasn't until a sharp and chilling sword qi swept across the chaos that the sudden huge movement stopped.

The smoke receded quickly, and the shrill ghostly screams gradually stopped. I don't know where the whistling sound that shook the world came from, and I didn't see any peerless sword that could emit such a piercing sword energy. The corpses that had been dead for an unknown number of years were lying in the wilderness in front, and there were countless dead corpses piled up at a glance.

Only one place in the middle was sunken and turned into a huge pit. It was not filled with corpses, but green mist kept coming out.

Si Huai's eyes were fixed on the pit, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Su Chen clearly said that there is a pit in the shape of a dragon's head on the ground, but the shape of that pit is clearly a complete giant dragon.

I didn't expect to encounter such a thing on this trip to the mass grave. Si Huai and Wu Nian hadn't recovered from the shock. The huge movement had already attracted the casual practitioners nearby, so they had no choice but to retreat temporarily.

When the sun rose on the second day, the news of the dragon pit near the Great Barren Mountain had already spread to hundreds of families of immortals, and all kinds of rumors spread everywhere through the mouths of different people.

Among them, the most shocking statement is that the monster dragon came back to life 300 years ago.

Rumors say: The demon dragon that died 300 years ago left its scattered souls near the Dahuang Mountain, borrowing the resentment of the ghosts in the Dahuang Mountain, and came back to life. Yes, the whistling sound that spread for hundreds of miles that night and the sword energy of unknown origin were enough to substantiate the veracity of this rumor.

Whether this statement is true or not, only Si Huai, the monster dragon who died 300 years ago and has indeed come back to life, knows.

He was destroyed in Minghua Temple back then, and his soul and body never fell to the Great Barren Mountains, let alone reborn with the help of some ghosts and grievances, but only with a weak primordial spirit to rebuild himself bit by bit soul.

A person who died without even a physical body, where can he transform into a real body?The sword energy from last night was not the Mountain and River Sword.

Could it be that after 300 years, another snake has become a dragon in the world?

Or there are other reasons.

"The benefactor? The benefactor?!" The little monk stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, and finally brought back his thoughts that had drifted back to 300 years ago, only to realize that he had poured the tea into the noodle bowl at some point.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Si Huai smiled awkwardly, and asked the shop assistant to bring another bowl of noodles.

"But didn't you sleep well last night?" Chen Yi turned his head and glanced at Wu Nian, and said in a tone of admonishing his junior: "My uncle doesn't sleep well, so let him squeeze me in, it will disturb you at night Rest... ouch!"

Wu Nian bent his knuckles and tapped him hard on the forehead, and saw that he was grinning in pain, and then he was forgiven, and silently removed the teapot next to Si Huai, and replaced him with a teacup to refill.

"Are you thinking about what happened last night?"

Si Huai glanced at him and wondered, "You don't want to?"

"I just want to find..." He stopped talking and glanced at Chen Yi, then gave Si Huai a self-evident look, and continued: "This incident has alarmed all the families of the immortal sect. It can be solved, I have nothing to join in the fun as a monk."

What if it's about me?Si Huai asked softly in his heart, but in the end he just sighed.

There were noisy carriages and horses from the street downstairs, and the voices of the common people could be heard from time to time.

The three of them were having lunch at the dining place on the second floor of the inn. They happened to be leaning against the fence, and if they poked their heads forward, they could see a group of immortal monks walking underneath.

The home clothes with the unicorn pattern on the black bottom belong to the monks of the Ming family in Xinling.

"The movement last night alarmed the nearby aristocratic sects. Before dawn, many patriarchs rushed here with their disciples." Si Huai glanced downstairs, suddenly feeling a little worried. "Speaking of which, at this moment, three of the four great masters of the Immortal Sect have come, but the disciples of the Sheng family have not appeared for a long time."

"En." Wu Nian nodded in response, "The Zhong family farthest from here has arrived, the Sheng family..."

"Haven't you heard about the Sheng family?" A monk at the table next to him suddenly turned around and leaned over here, trying his best to pass on his well-informed news. "I heard that what happened here last night has something to do with the Sheng family. The people of the Sheng family threw their bodies here, which caused too much resentment here, which gave the demon dragon a chance to come back from the dead. The heads of the three families knew about this and had already received the news. Some people are going to Fengmian City, we little monks originally wanted to come here to see the demeanor of a few master masters, but we didn't expect to miss it."

"Nonsense!" Si Huai slammed his face down and slapped the table heavily. The little monk was startled, quickly put away his smile and turned back.

The remade bowl of noodles was quickly brought up, Si Huai picked up the chopsticks and stirred it twice, then put it down gently, watching Wu Nian hesitate to speak.

"But worried about the Sheng family?"

"Yes." Si Huai admitted bluntly, and said: "The matter of Lin Ying is still unclear, and the three families went straight to the Sheng family based on speculation. I am a little worried, especially Jin Cheng, who does not know martial arts..."

After a pause, he stood up, put the fan on the table back into his waist, and apologized to Wu Nian: "I promised to help you and I won't break my promise, but now the master may have to go to Xinling first, I will I'm a little worried, so I want to go to Fengmian to have a look."

"The Sheng family used to treat us like honored guests. Now that the Sheng family has something to do, there is nothing wrong with going to help." I recited the prayer beads in my hand, and before I finished reciting "Amitabha" in a slow manner, I saw Si Huai hurriedly jumped off the fence , The figure quickly disappeared into the passing crowd.

The author has something to say: The brain hole is too big, my brain is a little knotted and dry o(╥﹏╥)o

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