ten steps one kill

People have planted a kind of poison in each of them, which can fill up the inner breath and improve the cultivation level in a short time, but within half a month, if the poison is not solved, the inner breath will be overflowing and messy, and people will be overwhelmed , died suddenly. "

Fang Wuxiang opened his eyes wide, and asked after a while, "How can we get rid of this poison?"

Yuan Bao said: "There is only one antidote, present the Mo Xie sword in front of him to exchange."

Fang Wuxiang was shocked.

He quickly thought about Yuan Bao's argument in his mind. If he wanted to win the sword in the martial arts conference, he had to defeat the best of the three great aristocratic families and win the ring. In this way, everyone on Yingzhou Island would become an opponent. Once you miss once, there is no chance of turning around, and it is difficult to follow the path of Shu.

In this way, the fastest way to win the sword is definitely not to fight openly, but to eliminate the opponent secretly.

There is only one order, but there are thousands of ways to destroy it. Eliminating the government, killing the boatman, and destroying the ship are all for the purpose of destroying the order.

Even this torrential rain was assisted by heaven, and now Yingzhou Island has been completely isolated from the emperor.

What is the identity of the masked person, who can even control the whereabouts of the condemned prisoners in the prison?

Why is such a person with a lot of power and status so obsessed with Mo Xiejian?

The confusion in Fang Wuxiang's heart piled up like a mountain, but before exploring all the problems, there was another crucial doubt.

He turned to Yuan Bao and said cautiously, "How do you know these things?"

Yuan Bao seemed to be stabbed by a sharp knife, and he showed a hurt look for a moment, but he quickly put on a straight face and urged impatiently: "Don't ask, if you believe me, go away."

"But if I leave, what will you do?"

"Take care of yourself first, and then worry about others."

Yuan Bao's tone showed impatience, and his eyes wandered around Fang Wuxiang's body, but he still didn't dare to look directly into his eyes.His mind was swollen, and there were countless words swirling in his throat. Fang Wuxiang was like a magnet, tearing him apart all the time.Only by leaving this person far away can we go back to the past, when we were indifferent and numb, and our heart was like stagnant water.Only in this way can his pain be relieved.

The sun is too hot, it will burn the wound.

But Fang Wuxiang didn't mean to compromise at all, while shaking his head, he said firmly: "I won't go."

The warm voice of Zhongzhong poured into the ears, and it turned into a noisy noise, which was unbearable.

Yuan Bao suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab Fang Wuxiang's wrist, and with a rough tug, pulled off the Buddhist beads hanging from the other's wrist.

His action was so hasty that he almost tore off the tie that fastened the sandalwood bead. He quickly gathered his five fingers and grasped the round bead carved from the root of the bodhi tree into his palm.

The texture of the wood is a bit harsh.

He raised his head and said coldly: "I saved this string of beads for you, now I want to take it away from you, are you willing?"

Fang Wuxiang froze on the spot as if he was suffocating, and finally nodded slowly after a while.

Yuan Bao raised the corner of his mouth.

The beads were a circle wider than his wrist, and slid along his thin arm to the elbow.

He raised his arm and shook it, and said, "Now we don't owe each other anything."

Fang Wuxiang took a step forward and stretched out his hand to him. A pair of black and clear eyes were still staring at him blankly. There were two fires in his eyes, which seemed to burn until the end of the world and would not be extinguished.

He dodged the opponent's hand and said: "Fang Wuxiang, there will be no future."

He heard himself leaving these words, and fled away before being burned all over by the flames.He felt a force behind him try to tug at his arm, but he shook it off with all his might.

His arm was also connected for him by this man, if he had known this, why bother to waste his time, it would be better to let it break.

The heavy rain poured down, and the raindrops poured into his eye sockets one after another, turning around in his eyes, becoming hot and salty, dripping out from the corners of his eyes again, into the boundless night.

Fang Wuxiang lowered his head and looked at his right wrist, the area that was originally covered by Buddhist beads was now empty, which made him feel strange.

How long has it been since he took off the beads?The number beads carved out of the bodhi wood seeds were like the shackles that imprisoned him. Now that the shackles have been removed, his wrists have changed into another strange look, and a completely strange impulse surged in his heart, making him want to He wanted to throw the rope boat down and immediately catch up with the figure who had just escaped, even if he tried all means to snatch that person to his side.

This idea is sinful, like a nightmare that suddenly invaded his mind in the middle of the night, the more he tried to forget it, the deeper the nightmare stuck in his mind, the more lingering it was.

Although there was only rain in front of him, Yuan Bao's expression when he said goodbye still remained in his eyes, and the words of farewell still lingered in his ears.

It will be indefinite later.

He didn't even know what he was afraid of.

The presiding abbot named him Fang Wuxiang, colorless and formless, and carefree and worry-free. For 20 years, he devoted himself to studying Buddhism and Buddhist scriptures, regardless of cold and heat, day and night, in order to one day be able to be ordained as a monk, and stay in the Changji Temple to finish his life.

Before coming to Yingzhou Island, he had never had other ideas about life, but in just half a day, his heart was like a wasteland watered by heavy rain, with such chaotic thoughts sprouting.

After a long silence, he finally decided to take action to drive away distracting thoughts.

He came to the rope boat, dragged the crude boat out of the cave, and immersed it in the turbid sea water.

It was past midnight, and the sea had reached ebb tide, and the waves temporarily stopped their momentum and were no longer raging like tigers.The reef is out of the water, and the crevices in the potholes are covered with residual foam, as if the tortured prisoner finally got a chance to rest, standing in the cage with bruises all over his body, lingering on his last breath.

The rope boat slid into the water, made a splash, and splashed a wave.Opposite the waves is the blurred night, and the shadow of the land can't be seen in the distance, only a gloomy and deep darkness.

However, he had to tear through this darkness and go to the opposite side.He made up his mind that once he crossed the strait, he would rush to the Lin'an government office without delay. At dawn, as long as the rain stopped, he would bring reinforcements to the island, and the officers and soldiers would punish the villains and start a new life. order.

This is his only choice. Before the reinforcements arrive, he can only pray to the gods and Buddhas to bless those who stay on the island and bless his only friend to be safe.

At this time, he caught a glimpse of a strange shadow from the corner of his eye.

The shadow came from Qing Guangya behind him. He turned around and saw a thin body in apricot-colored clothes, like a flower petal knocked down by the wind and rain, floating towards the end of the cliff step by step alone.

It was a woman.

The woman wandered to the edge of Qingguangya, stood at the end of the rock, and looked at the abyss under her feet.

Fang Wuxiang turned pale with shock. He was at the bottom of the cliff, just enough to see the situation below the cliff clearly. The bottom of the cliff was facing a reef, with its head and feet protruding from the sea. It was shaped like a lion with its head up and its mouth open. Looking at the people on the cliff.

If the woman really stumbled and fell, she would definitely hit that rock, and then a red flower would bloom.

"Wait!" He shouted standing at the bottom of the cliff, "You can't go any further!"

The woman in the apricot-colored shirt was also stunned, obviously not expecting someone at the bottom of the cliff, she clutched her chest, her voice trembling: "But there are... evil ghosts chasing after their lives..."

Fang Wuxiang was startled, and looked behind her, only to see that the night was empty, and he couldn't see anyone, let alone ghosts, and he immediately shouted: "No one is chasing you behind you, you can see it clearly from me." .” Paused for a moment, then added, “If you don’t believe me, come down and have a look.”

The woman still shook her head: "Ghosts are invisible, very small, very small, you can't see him..." As she spoke, she took another step forward, her toes had already touched the edge of the cliff.

Fang Wuxiang's heart was hanging in his throat, he was afraid that this person would accidentally slip up and cause a catastrophe, but he was not good at speaking skills, he didn't know how to dissuade the other party, so he finally choked out a sentence: "Evil ghosts are afraid of people, you come here If I come here, the evil spirits will not dare to approach you, and you will be safe."

The woman asked, "Why are ghosts afraid of you? Could it be that you are a Bodhisattva?"

Fang Wuxiang gritted his teeth and nodded, "I am."

The woman was stunned, as if she finally believed his words, she turned around slowly, walked down the cliff in the direction she came from, walked around the rock wall, and walked towards his foothold.

He immediately went forward to meet her, and when he reached the woman, she was grabbed by the arm.The woman supported almost her whole body weight on him, and tremblingly said: "Bodhisattva, please save my life, there are ghosts... there are ghosts who want to take my life, my child's life... I managed to escape... ..."

"Child?" Fang Wuxiang was puzzled.

"Hmm." The woman lowered her head and stroked her belly with one hand.

Fang Wuxiang followed her movements and was surprised again.It turned out that the hem of this person's dress was covered with mottled blood. The blood streaked out from the corner of the skirt, and slid down her calf to her ankle, dyeing the embroidered cloth shoes dark red.

No wonder she was so shambling, so frail, and so pale.Judging from her bleeding situation, the child she mentioned is probably in danger.

Fang Wuxiang immediately thought of the words of Chuyi's wife, that murderous and bloodthirsty ghosts appeared on Yingzhou Island, and they only picked pregnant women to attack.

Could it be that the woman in front of him was also killed by him and escaped from the clutches by chance.

While supporting the woman, he asked, "Do you remember what the evil spirit looks like?"

The woman's teeth chattered, "A red...red lantern..."

"Where did you meet?"

"I follow wherever I go...everywhere..."

The more she spoke, the more frightened she became, her eyes wandered around, her expression was like a frightened rabbit, anxious and uneasy.Fang Wuxiang couldn't bear to ask any more, so he interrupted her: "You don't have to think about it anymore, don't be afraid, the evil spirits won't come here."

After hearing his words, the woman's expression seemed to be more stable, she looked over his shoulder, saw the rope boat on the shore, and immediately exclaimed: "Ah, you have a boat here!"

Fang Wuxiang said: "This is left by a friend of the boatman at Quebeiwu."

The woman suddenly bent her knees and knelt down in front of him.

Fang Wuxiang was shocked, and immediately raised her shoulders: "What do you mean, miss?"

The woman still knelt down, clasped his arms with both hands, raised her head and stared at him and said: "I... My name is Du Juan, and I am a prostitute in Yinggelou, but I have been serving Mr. Song in private, only him. One, has never been touched by another man... The child in my belly is Mr. Song's seed, if you save my life, he, he will definitely repay you..."

"Mr. Song?"

"Song Yungui, the master of the Dongfeng Hall... This is his token. If you take it to him, he will definitely give you a lot of money. The most important thing he needs is money..."

As Du Juan said, he took off a jade pendant from his neck and pressed it into Fang Wuxiang's palm.

Fang Wuxiang was stunned, and said: "Girl, you don't have to be like this." He tried to put the jade pendant back into the opponent's hand.

But Du Juan didn't accept it, just kept shaking his head: "I don't want to die, please, I can give you anything, I am willing to do anything, I can serve you, my body is very clean—" He hugged Fang Wuxiang's leg and put one hand on his waist.

Fang Wuxiang hurriedly grabbed her hand, knelt down beside her, looked into her panicked eyes, and said word by word: "You will not die, you met a ship at a dead end, this is you cause."

"My karma?" Du Juan's eyes flashed blankly, "...can I take it away?"

Fang Wuxiang nodded.

"Then... will you go with me?"

"I...I can't go yet, you go first, but I have one thing to ask you, you wait for me here."

Fang Wuxiang went back to the cave, tore off a page from the account book, wrote a few lines on it with a charcoal pencil found in the corner, and then returned to Du Juan, stuffing the folded paper into her pocket : "When you get to the shore, you go to Lin'an Mansion, you must go, and then give this to the magistrate, let him save our lives."

"I see, Bodhisattva, I will always remember your kindness—"

"No need, you... you can go quickly, remember to use the hook at the bottom of the water, and be careful when sailing the boat."

Fang Wuxiang's heart was in turmoil, but he didn't care about it, he just taught Du Juan how to use the rope boat carefully.Du Juan listened very carefully, she woke up from the madness just now, looked at her belly from time to time, with a slight smile on her face.Fang Wuxiang discovered for the first time that when a woman becomes a mother, she can possess such tenacity.

The rope boat dipped into the sea and wobbled away.

Fang Wuxiang watched Du Juan's figure disappear into the sea, then finally turned around and walked towards the shore with a dreamy look.

He could have left with the cuckoo, but he didn't.

He really didn't know where his determination came from, and he didn't know whether he should repent or rejoice. His heart was in turmoil. Storms broke into his world and shattered the peace of the past. Only when Yuan Bao said goodbye His figure was still floating in front of his eyes, complete and lingering.

But he couldn't find Yuanbao.

The heavy rain wiped away everyone's footprints. He crossed the muddy road and went straight back to the ruined temple. All that awaited him were the clay sculpture of King Kong covered with spider silk, and a handful of soot from the burnt bonfire.

It's so late, where will Yuan Bao go alone?

He closed his eyes and twirled his fingers, only to realize that the blood-stained Buddhist beads were no longer on his wrist. It remembered the blood stains on the lotus platform, and couldn't help but tremble.

The beads on the lotus platform are all ordinary things, one should not rely on ordinary things for enlightenment and cultivation of Buddhism, because the mind is enslaved by the form, so that troubles will arise.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten the truth taught by the abbot.

Instead, there were vague and hazy words that he had heard through the concealed door, like a dream.

"...As long as there is a Buddha in our hearts, why should we keep him by our side wherever we are not practicing?"

He suddenly remembered some past events that he had deliberately forgotten, as if he accidentally peeped into the shadows, only to find the hole hidden in the shadows, he faintly realized in a trance that there was no place for him in the world.

In addition to Yuan Bao, Yuan Bao also needs him, if Yuan Bao is murdered by others...

He didn't dare to think about it. An invisible knife hung in front of his eyes, cutting open his chest, digging out the dark things deep in his heart, presenting them to the bottom of his eyes for a clear view.

He took a deep breath, turned and stepped into the night.