The Ascension of Ghosts

Yujiazhuang is more than [-] miles away from Jianye City, and it will take nearly an hour to arrive at the speed of the horse.Lu Sheng took the official road, and when he arrived at Yujiazhuang, the sun was setting on the western mountain, and the sky was already dark. It gets dark early in winter, and it was about unitary time.The light recedes and the darkness emerges, yin and yang alternate, which is what alchemists call the moment of encountering the devil, when all the evil spirits come out and are at their most rampant.

The village lives by planting mulberry and raising silkworms. At this time of winter, all the mulberry trees have withered their leaves, and the sangmo is covered with frost-covered withered grass. In the field piled with straw stacks, there are two corpses lying on the ground. You can only vaguely see them. It turned out to be two farmers.

The desolate qin music echoed over the gradually darkening fields, and it was the familiar requiem qin music again.

The ridges were narrow and soft, and it was inconvenient for the horses to walk, so he had to dismount and walk. After walking for a while, he saw the monk sitting on a stone by the stream. Holding the flower in the bergamot's hand, it seemed like a light was born in the cold darkness.

Lu Sheng held the hilt of his sword, stood behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Yao Ye, why did you come to Yu's Village?"

The monk was still caressing the strings of the qin, and smiled leisurely amid Zheng Zheng Congcong's qin sound: "Master Gongcao, why bother to ask what you know."

Lu Sheng recalled that when he and Xie Rong fought fiercely in Shilipo, they were extremely skilled, and he couldn't help cheering up and said: "Yao Ye, don't do more evil, come back with me..."

Zheng——

Before the sound of the zither fell, the sound of the sword was already singing like a dragon. Yao Ye suddenly stood up, pulled out a four-foot long sword from the guqin, and immediately stabbed Lu Sheng several times with his figure like a ghost.

Lu Sheng had been prepared for a long time, and he drew his sword to meet him, but Yaoye's speed far exceeded his expectations, making him overwhelmed. Amidst the ear-piercing sounds of ding ding ding, he received Yaoye's five swords. However, the six swords couldn't be stopped anyway. The monk smiled, and with a thrust of the long sword, it immediately pierced Lu Sheng's left shoulder.

Immediately, Yao Ye stepped forward, grasping the hilt of the sword with both hands, and sprinted forward with all his strength, the strangely long sword made a sound like a brocade splitting silk, and easily cut and slid through Lu Sheng's shoulder, scalp, and flesh. Lu Sheng's face was pale, Enduring the pain, Yao Ye continued to retreat, and Yao Ye continued to press on, until Lu Sheng bumped his back against a thick mulberry tree, and the tip of his sword plunged into the trunk for nearly half a foot before stopping the charge.

Until this moment, the thrown Tongmuqin just landed, and Yaoye caught it firmly, carefully put it back into the piano bag, and put it in the grass beside the stream.

Lu Sheng was nailed to the tree by him, and blood gushed out, soaking half of his clothes.The hilt of the sword was also too far away, but Lu Sheng couldn't reach it with his hand, so he put his palms together, clamped the blade, and pulled it out slowly.

But Yao Ye turned back, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and easily pulled it out, before saying: "Master Lu, since you are here, please be a witness for the poor monk."

Lu Sheng lost his strength, and slowly fell to the ground along the trunk of the mulberry tree. He pressed hard on the wound to stop the bleeding, and said, "Can't I be the witness of your murder? Even if I die, I will definitely not allow you to commit another murder."

Yao Ye said in astonishment: "Your Excellency, you misunderstood. The poor monk strictly abides by the teachings of the Buddha. He has never committed any crimes such as killing or talking. He has cultivated himself diligently. He has never dared to forget it."

He was handsome, with a high nose and deep eyes, and his expression was as pure as a lotus flower, elegant and holy, with the demeanor of an eminent monk. Lu Sheng couldn't help hesitating if there was any murderous look, as if even the pain in his wound had eased a bit.

He was confused: "Aren't you here to find Yu Cuilian?"

Yao Ye said: "It is precisely to find Yu Cuilian."

Lu Sheng asked again: "Didn't you come here to kill her?"

Yao Ye said: "There is absolutely no such intention, the poor monk came here to save her."

Lu Sheng frowned unconsciously, "How?"

Yao Ye clasped his hands together, and said reverently: "The world is filthy, and Shura is everywhere. Only after attaining bliss can one obtain the true fruit."

Lu Sheng was so angry that his chest was tight and painful, and he could hardly speak. His wound was in pain, so he could only tremble and say: "Forcing... strong words, killing is killing, killing to save one's life, it's just deceiving oneself and others, and deceiving others—"

The sharp sword radiating cold light suddenly pierced his eyes, and Lu Sheng immediately fell silent.

At this time, Yao Ye revealed a little hostility from the pure lotus, and said sharply: "The crime of slandering Buddha is better than killing. If you commit the crime of lying again, the poor monk will have to save you first."

Lu Sheng felt that he was suffocated, but he had no choice but to keep quiet first, secretly gathering energy, and quietly fumbled on the ground for the sword that had fallen earlier, determined to stop him even if he died.

However, at this time, a clear and slightly lazy voice answered: "Buddhas have three things they can't do. First, they can't destroy fixed karma; Unable to comprehend the principles of Buddhism, stubborn and ignorant, even if the Supreme Medicine Master Liuli Guang Tathagata came to him, he would not be able to save him, but Master Yaoye was wasting all his efforts. Even this trivial matter can't be understood, what kind of wild fox Zen is your Excellency participating in? "

Lu Sheng smiled wryly. Although this eccentric young man saved him, he did not forget to say a few words to him, so that people would not even open their mouths to thank him.

In the darkness of night, the haystacks in the field were on fire, illuminating several feet of light, the noble young man wore his hair in a bun, and was wearing a white fox cloak on the outside, but he was wearing bright yellow hakama pleats on the inside, and the golden embroidered thread was illuminated by the flames When it was photographed, it shone like the scorching sun in summer.

Holding the dark black dagger that was neither gold nor wood upside down in his hand, he walked down from the edge of the field step by step as if he was leisurely walking in the garden.The village not far away was quiet, not even a single light was turned on, which made Lu Sheng more anxious, but he listened to what Yao Ye said earlier, and he hadn't tried to assassinate Yu Cuilian before, so he endured it and took advantage of this In the gap, he took out a medicine bottle with one hand, bit open the cork, and frantically sprinkled golden sore medicine on his shoulders.

Yao Ye, on the other hand, was as if he was facing a formidable enemy, holding the long sword firmly with both hands, his eyes as cold as a deep pool reflected on the silvery blade, and said coldly: "I salute my Buddha, you practice your way, Well water does not interfere with river water, so why do you bother to press on?"

Xie Rong smiled kindly: "Master is right, you just need to return the sword in your hand to its original owner, and I don't care who you want to kill and save."

Lu Sheng frowned and said, "Human life is at stake, Mr. Xie can't just ignore it..."

Xie Rong ignored it, and still looked at the monk with a smile. He just stood there casually, wearing a white cloak and gold armor, but it was like a golden tree growing a jade flower, incomparably noble and impeccable.

Yao Ye's eyes became darker, and he said coldly: "The Xuanhu Sword was a gift from my master, how did it become yours?"

Xie Rong said: "Yao Ye, stop deceiving yourself and others, think carefully."

Yao Ye was stunned for a while, and suddenly roared: "Magic barrier! Don't coax me!" Immediately he ran wildly, and slashed down at Xie Rong with a bang.

The field was empty, the Yaoye leaves were completely unobstructed, the long sword had an astonishing momentum, and with one swing of the sword, thousands of troops broke through, cutting Xie Rong into two pieces.

Lu Sheng couldn't help screaming, raised his sword and wanted to charge, then he stood up and took a step, his knees gave way, and he fell to the grass again, his head was covered with cold sweat and his eyes were blurry from the pain.

The white fox cloak that had been cut in two fell to the ground just now, but Xie Rong seemed like a golden rainbow across the sky, and the short sword was tricky and vicious, piercing Yao Ye's left eye.On the one hand, he still calmly said: "Although the Xuanhu sword belongs to you, the Xingtian broken blade hidden in the sword is my treasure from the Central Plains. It has nothing to do with you barbarians. Return it to me earlier, so as not to delay you Practice."

"The poor monk has already said something beforehand, if you want to seize this sword, you must take my life first!" Yao Ye shouted loudly, although the Hanging Pot Sword seemed clumsy and lengthy, it was as nimble and light as a willow leaf in his hand, the black dagger approached fiercely, Ordinary people would close their eyes in fear, but this monk didn't even blink, the hanging pot cut from bottom to top to Xie Rong's ribs, this was a dead end.

Xie Rong was more than capable, he only raised his dagger to resist, but unexpectedly, it was like being struck by lightning, when the short-handed soldiers made a deafening noise, he was shocked back a few steps.

Xie Rong was surprised, and looked at the palm of his sword. The tiger's mouth was cracked, and black air burst out. He frowned and said, "How many people have you killed? This spirit is getting stronger."

Yao Ye opened his mouth and smiled slowly, but this smile was cold and bloodthirsty, and there was no trace of the compassionate demeanor of a Taoist eminent monk, "My Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings. Anyone who dies with this sword will be reborn in bliss. Xie Rong , you go against the poor monk again and again, and the poor monk will repay the bad with virtue, and send you to the ultimate bliss!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure was swift, and he slashed with a sword so close that he couldn't avoid it. Xie Rong had no choice but to raise his sword to block it again. During the huge earthquake, the short sword was thrown out of his hand and flew far away. disappeared.

Xie Rong avoided his sharp edge, retreated a few feet, and frowned again, but this was a bit tricky.

Seeing that he had lost his weapon, Yao Ye raised his head and laughed a few times, almost going mad, the long sword swept across again, knocking away the burning straw stacks, flames were flying all over the sky, pouring down on his head, and several balls of flames were falling on the ground. On Yao Ye's head and shoulders, he didn't feel any pain, he roared and then slashed at Xie Rong.

Xie Rong was originally entrusted by someone to surrender the monk and send him out of the city, but now it seems that he can only be beheaded.He just stretched his hand into his sleeve, but suddenly a figure jumped out of the slanting stab, roaring angrily: "You demon monk full of delirium! My master will never spare you! Look at the sword!"

The two swords clashed again, but this time there was no loud noise, and there was no movement at all. Lu Sheng held the black short sword and firmly blocked the hanging pot sword.

Xie Rong became more and more surprised, and asked, "Are you... all right?"

Lu Sheng said angrily: "There is something wrong! My shoulder hurts!"

As soon as the words fell, Yao Ye pressed with all his strength, and the young man fell to the ground with a pale complexion. Yao Ye said coldly: "The courage of a man." Another sword stabbed down.

Xie Rong picked up the young man's back collar, dragged him away from the spot, hugged him tightly in his arms, held the dagger through Lu Sheng's hand, and muttered: "Now it is feasible."

Lu Sheng said angrily: "Why are you holding me, let go!"

Xie Rong said: "Yesterday when you hugged me, you never let me go."

Yao Ye has already followed closely, and the sword wind enveloped the two of them tightly, and they couldn't leave the fatal point.Xie Rong held Lu Sheng's right hand, leading him to sometimes block and sometimes counterattack, and for a while, he was evenly matched with Yao Ye.

Lu Sheng woke up in time, so he just held the sword with one hand and let Xie Rong control it.

However, these are two people after all, there is quite a delay in the movement of the figure, after more than ten moves, the disadvantages are gradually revealed.Lu Sheng was dragged repeatedly, the wound on his left shoulder opened again, blood flowed out again, and his footsteps became more and more staggering.

In fact, if Yao Ye ignored these two and went straight to save Yu Cuilian, although Lu Sheng was not afraid of the Xuanhu Sword, he was at the end of his strength and was unable to fight any more. reduce.No one can stop him.

However, Yao Ye seemed to be in a frenzy, determined to put the two of them to death first, he was clearly stabbed and bruised, but instead of fleeing, his attack became more and more fierce, and the sword fell like rain.

The battle situation was stalemate for a while, but a strange man's voice suddenly sounded from outside the battle circle, tremblingly said: "Stop... brother, brother..."