Wulin Mysteries

In April, the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is infinite, the water in the spring river is warm, and it is even more beautiful at night, with a gentle breeze and a sparse moon and stars.

Beside the Guangji Bridge, there were two men in black kneeling half-kneeling. When they raised their heads occasionally, there were slight ripples on the water surface, and the moonlight was projected on the lake surface.

The two had no choice but to wait patiently. Although the Qingming had arrived, the night was as cold as water. After midnight, the cold air went straight to their bodies, and both of their knees felt numb. They both changed their positions and continued to kneel down.

Not long after, the lake surface was full of wind and waves, and the lake water was like raindrops, pattering on them. The two of them raised their eyes and saw four veiled slim women in front of them, stepping gently on the waves, it was the waves that hit them. It hit the chests of the two of them, light and crystal clear, icy cold.The four people fell on the bridge with their toes pointing down. They both knelt down. There was a masked man behind him. The veil covered was red, and the clothes on his body were also fiery red. His nails, eyebrows and eyes were all bewitching red, but he opened his mouth like a man. Voice: "Then what happened to the Minglan Sutra?"

"Ten precepts have a great trust from the superior, then... the "Minglan Sutra", has been buried on the cliff together with the monk..."

The man raised his red robe and threw it towards the two of them, barely touching their chests. Jie Shi and the envoy who had been with him before fell to the ground one after another, and spat out a mouthful of blood. With blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he continued to explain: "Then...that monk has a strong temper. He would rather jump off the cliff than hand over the scriptures. It was our negligence. Please give us a chance to reform ourselves."

The man in red stood in the middle of the bridge, looking down at the two of them from a high position, with a strange arc on his mouth, forced a smile, and said, "You'd better not say these things to the master, the winner and the loser, the matter is done If it’s broken, it’s broken, no need to explain.”

The four women's clothes fluttered, as if they were about to ride the wind to go home, and the man standing in front of them seemed to disappear without a trace at any moment.

He licked his lips, and looked at the envoy next to Jie Shi:

"Miss Yunshang, you are not the first to receive a mission."

"Yes..." The person called Yunshangshi knelt on the ground, not daring to look at him.

"Master wants to know, who is the monk with the scriptures missing?"

"He seems... seems to be called... Xiu Yuan..." After Yun Shangshi finished speaking, he looked at Jie Shi next to him, and the two looked desperate.

"Okay, okay." The man in red was stroking the stone lion on the bridge, his eyes calm and calm: "Let me spare your life first, and I will make a decision after I go back and tell the master the truth."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..." The two knelt down and kowtowed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just after Yinshi passed, the throats of the two were sealed with a sword, and a small red flower that was as delicate as fire was stained on each of their clothes.

Xiu Yuan stayed in the ruined temple for one night, and slept until midnight when suddenly it rained heavily. He couldn't escape and was drenched, so he had to find a spot in the temple with little water seepage, and sat there until dawn, when the rain stopped , Light a bonfire to dry the clothes inside and out, and put them back on.

The air was fresh after the rain, and Xiuyuan couldn't help but take a deep breath. After going down the mountain, he walked to the bridgehead ferry, pondered over and over again, and decided to go to Suzhou Mansion. Now he has no other relatives and friends except Qin Yuanxiu.

There is only a five or sixty-year-old old man at the ferry, who slowly leans over with the boat pole, and smiles at Xiu Yuan: "Little monk, come up!"

Xiu Yuan patted off the dust on his body, and smiled embarrassedly at the old man:

"Hey!"

Xiuyuan sat on the boat, swaying all the way, the weather was fine, and the warm spring sun shone on his body, not only did not relieve fatigue, but made people lazy and slack.

"Old man, is your boat heading for Suzhou Mansion?"

"Exactly, this little master is also going to Suzhou?"

Xiu Yuan nodded, from here to Suzhou, it took more than half a day to travel by water, and now he was going down the river again, he couldn't restrain his joy in his heart, and smiled again: "I have grown up so much, and I have never been to Suzhou Mansion. This is the first time I went back to see a friend."

Although the old man was over [-] years old, he had great strength. He supported the wormwood for a while, and the boat sailed steadily and fast. Xiuyuan took over the oars and helped the old man, but he refused: "Young man, sit down , this place is calm and calm, the old man will help me so we can get to Suzhou earlier, don't move, I won't catch you if you fall!"

Xiu Yuan had no choice but to sit at the stern of the boat with a smile. The old man was holding an oar, but he didn't know how much force he was using, but the wind was blowing in his arm, which made Xiu Yuan whistling in his ears. Where is the boat's normal speed? Han could not have paddled so fast on the boat at the same time.I can see that the vegetation and stone piles on the shore suddenly disappear, and they are left far behind. The blue sky and clear water, such a wonderful scenery, is like a huge scroll. If you miss this scroll, it will be difficult to turn back. You can only move forward and keep going. See new views.

Xiu Yuan knew that there are hidden masters everywhere in the martial arts of the Central Plains. This old man looks like an ordinary boatman, but in fact his strength is astonishing. He didn't want to ask, but just watched the scenery along the coast silently.

Looking at it, my mind became erratic, and when I thought of Padmasambhava, Xiuyuan became stiff all over.Why did this man throw him on the mountain?Did he do those embarrassing things at the beginning because of his pleasure, or did he have other plans?Xiu Yuan hopes that he will never meet him again, but the enmity between teachers and sects is irreconcilable, if it is really him who did it, Xiu Yuan will go to find Lianhuasheng regardless of these involvements.

Strange to say, Xiu Yuan clearly remembered that Huang Qi had told him that if he wanted to get rid of the poison that the ghost machine had placed on him, he had to do the unbearable things with him nine times.Xiuyuan annoyed him once, and he didn't swallow the antidote with his body, those days seemed like years.Adding up the front and back, it’s only worth eight times, but there is no abnormality in the body, and there is no desire for Padmasambhava like before, and there is not even a trace of waves in the heart. The appearance of wanting nothing.

Xiu Yuan was secretly amazed, while comforting himself, there are naturally many strange arts in the world, but Huang Qi's words can't be taken seriously, maybe only three or five times will be enough, the poison has already been cured, but Lianhuasheng has not survived until the ninth time. Tired.

Xiu Yuan stared at the river in a daze, then slowly came to his senses, and talked to the old man to pass the time.

"Little Master, from your accent, you don't look like a foreigner, and you don't come from Songshan Shaolin?"

In Xiu Yuan's heart, he was always thinking of the teacher's school, and his mood was low, but people are in the rivers and lakes, and the heart of guarding against others is indispensable, so he made up a cover and said: "I am a monk from a small temple nearby. Thinking about going to meet friends for a while.”

The old man laughed loudly:

"The small temple lacks those red tapes, so it's quite comfortable! Shaolin disciples can come and go as freely as you do. Little master doesn't know that a few days ago, the famous Lingyin Temple in the south of the Yangtze River was destroyed, including the family of the fourth generation and the Tianwei Escort. He couldn't escape either. The martial arts conference that was originally scheduled for two days later was postponed for half a month because of the life lawsuit, it seems that there will be a catastrophe in the world!" This sentence should have been filled with emotion, but the old man said it in an ordinary tone , It sounds indescribably weird.

Xiu Yuan was silent, he didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to find Big Brother Qin first, he was always resourceful, his father was highly respected in the world, and he helped the weak.Now it seems that more of the four Jiangnan families have died. This unsolved case is no small matter. Everyone will work together to find out the real culprit.

The original half-day itinerary arrived in more than an hour between the two of them talking. The old man leaned the boat against the shore, and Xiu Yuan stepped lightly on the green grass.

Qin Yuanxiu often mentioned this river to him, it runs through the north and south, so Juxian Village should not be far away.