Meteor Killer

Amidst the sound of the waves in the bamboo sea, a gravel path snakes upwards. At the end of the winding path, there are copper and iron gates and ancient gravel walls, which separate the turmoil of the secular world and lock the tranquility of the courtyard.The pure land of Buddhism is solemn and solemn.Looking up, I can only see the brown plaque hanging high, with three vigorous and powerful characters - "Lingyun Temple".

Push open the door of the ancient temple and enter another world.Looking around, you can see cigarette smoke, continuous chanting, and the golden pavilion and jade pillars, majestic and majestic.It's just that in the huge temple, there is no one prostrating and offering incense, only a few young monks are sweeping the leaves with brooms, calm and relaxed, really wronged by such a magnificent look.

After seeing the scene in the front hall, I turned around and opened up a wonderful scene. After walking around for a while, I saw a row of meditation rooms.In one of them, the door was half-closed, and there was a faint smell of agarwood, and there was a faint shadow inside, and there seemed to be human traces.

Going so close, I could see clearly that it was not the monks in the temple, but three benefactors.One of them is older, he has passed the age of destiny, he is dressed in rich clothes and jade belt, and he is a man with tiger eyes.I saw him pointing his knees to the ground, kneeling piously in front of the Buddhist altar, sometimes chanting scriptures intently, and sometimes bowing his head to worship.Behind him, there is a man and a woman kneeling on both sides. The man is wearing a blue-gray silk robe, with protruding eyes and thin cheeks, and his eyes are bare.The woman is gorgeous and bright, with a high bun and a red satin dress, which makes her skin smooth and delicate.The woman seemed to be preoccupied, her eyes were wandering around, she was obviously absent-minded, but her face was watertight.

This strange combination of three people, the old, the young, and the young, can be seen to have a great origin, avoiding the crowd and hiding from the group of monks, and specially chose this secret room, but one person meditates, and the two escort them around, I don't know what to do What a name.

After about a stick of incense, the old man finished reciting sutras, dusted off his clothes and got up.The man and the woman quickly stood up, respectfully, waiting on both sides.

The old man turned around slowly, his eyebrows frowned, his eyes were full of power, his two sharp eyes stared at a man and a woman for a while, then he nodded slightly, coughed, and was about to make a gesture to speak.But there was a sound of "squeak", the wooden door suddenly opened wide, a gust of wind rushed towards the face, and then a group of black figures flew in, wrapped in the wind.

The old man's face was terrified, he exclaimed "Who is it", he waved his sleeves, and the two guardians, one green and one red, rushed forward.

Who would have thought that this person's footwork is really good, even though he was surrounded by two people, he could turn his body around quickly, lightly tap his toes, and stably swipe past the two people's heads.To capture the thief first, capture the king. His target is the old man.

The two protectors, Qing and Hong, only felt the thunder in their ears, and hurriedly regained their focus, and took a closer look to see if there was any figure in front of them."It's not good" in my heart, and I quickly looked at the old man.

At this time, there was only a crisp sound of "bang dang", and the man in black suddenly had a flash of silver light in his hand. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the whole room was filled with light, which pierced people's eyes hard.

The old man and the two guardians felt the pain in their eyes, they quickly brushed their eyes with their sleeves, regardless of the danger in front of them.In fact, they didn't even see the face of the assassin.Him, too fast.

The man in black was waiting for this moment, and saw him slamming his feet on the ground and flying into the air, while the old man was covering his face, he let out a loud shout, and a silver light "swished" towards the empty door in front of the old man's chest .

Seeing that the old man was about to be killed by the sword of the man in black, at this critical moment, a red shadow flashed, and the woman in red beside the old man suddenly flew towards the old man, blocking him abruptly. before.

The man in black didn't expect that the woman in red would be so loyal to protect her lord, she stabbed diagonally with the sword, and it was hard to stop, so he simply gathered his energy and stabbed down mercilessly.

When the sword fell, blood spattered, and the woman in red let out a miserable cry, which made people panic.Seeing that the man in black had stabbed the woman in red, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.He held the sword in his hand, and the point of the sword was not in the body of the woman in red, so he didn't pull it out, but just stared at the woman in front of him blankly, with a hint of pain, pity, panic, and guilt in his eyes. .

Seeing him hesitating, the red-clothed woman seemed to be stunned for a moment. She stood there for a long time, then suddenly her eyes widened, her delicate lips were pursed, and her body suddenly moved forward.Looking at this scene, she seemed to be about to flick the sword out of her body abruptly.

The man in black looked at this scene, as if he just came back to his senses, with all his strength, he pulled out the sword from the woman with all his strength, immediately, blood spurted out in bursts, it was horrible.At this moment, the woman in red panted softly, and her body suddenly fell to the right and rear with the sword.The man in black saw her fall, but he didn't care about her at all, and moved the sword forward again with lightning speed, only to see a flash of cold light, and the sword energy fell down, even faster than before hundred times.

The situation is ever-changing. The woman in red was originally standing in front of the old man, but now she was lying down when she was hit by the sword. The old man was caught off guard and had no time to dodge.His brows were raised upside down, his face was contorted, and when he looked down, he could see the cold light of the sword on his chest, and when he looked up, he saw the evil eyes of the man in black. Suddenly, a surge of hot blood rushed to the top of his head, veins appeared on his forehead, and his eyes popped out, sweeping across the ground. A ray of fierce light.

Seeing him like this, the man in black knew something was wrong, so he quickly drew his sword and retreated, but unfortunately he was still a step too late.All of a sudden, I felt a gust of strong wind blowing towards my face, with a heavy force, but the surrounding air seemed to be pushed away, making my chest tight and short of breath, making it difficult to breathe.

This bad old man, when he is about to die, he still has to behave.The man in black snorted, and quickly moved his dantian, his feet pressed against the ground, and slid straight backwards. The rear was the exit and the way out.

Seeing that the man in black had slid towards the door like a flash of lightning, he suddenly became short, jumped out, and made a violent hook with both feet to the right, and the door "squeaked" and closed again, "Boom!" " With a sound, the air of killing and the smell of blood in the room were shut off.

For a moment, nothing could be seen inside.

However, you must know that a wooden door cannot stop the soaring hatred after all.

The wooden door was shaken open by the old man's deep and heavy palm.

Looking inside, it was shocking.

Blood, drop by drop, in pools, in clusters, ran on the brick-shaped floor paved with bluestone; people, one by one, in pairs, swayed to and fro, leaning or leaning, trapped in front of the Buddhist altar.

Someone is always going to die.

The old man was dying, and he fell limply on the ground. The black silk robe with twigs and plum grains on his body was already stained red with blood. , Without blood, it looks more and more bright red, ready to bloom.It's a pity that people die before the flowers bloom.

His lips moved and he whispered softly, "Grab him." With his last breath of strength, he signaled with his eyes and ordered the man in Tsing Yi.While barely raising his right arm, he stretched out his fingers tremblingly, pointing to the door.

It's a pity that the man in Tsing Yi saw the change just now, and didn't have time to react. He watched the assassin fleeing through the door, and he didn't have time to chase him.Now listening to the old man's order, a soul turned back leisurely, just about to move his figure, but heard a woman's exclamation from the corner.Shouting "Dragon Head..."

The shout was sharp, shrill, and shocking, like an axe, suddenly, suddenly, pulling left and right, sawing his heart fiercely.

The woman in red let out a sudden scream, which attracted his attention again. When he turned around, he saw the old man's face was pale and his eyes were closed.Hastily stepped forward to check, only to say that life and death are fate, doom is inevitable.

In just this moment of recovery, the assassin has long since disappeared, and there is no way to track him down.

"Dragon head..." The man in Tsing Yi knelt on his knees with a "plop", with tears flickering between his eyes, he slowly lowered his head, facing the old man's body, unable to kneel for a long time.

In the distance, there was a deep and distant sound of bells and drums, echoing in the empty and lonely temple, thick and solemn, obliterating all the sounds of the world, one after another, like a mourning report, revolving back and forth, endlessly.

In the misty night, in the misty and chaotic night, a person walked slowly.

He walked very unsteadily, swaying step by step, his body swayed from side to side, as if he was about to fall down.

His walking posture is also very strange, always bent over, arched back, covering his mouth from time to time, and coughing a few times.He was panting and coughing while walking, his body leaned forward slightly, and a high braid on his head danced with his posture.

It was already late at night, and there were usually people coming and going on this road, but now there was no one at all.

He is like a ghost, floating around and floating around.Come from darkness and go into darkness.Ahead, there is an inn, with a few dilapidated canvas spinning lanterns, giving off a few dim lights.

He couldn't tell the direction, and his eyes were filled with white light.He just kept walking forward, put one hand danglingly on his shoulder, and tore off a long black coat on his body in one go.Inside the black clothes is a snow-white robe.

The moonlight was twilight, illuminating his white clothes.He stopped and looked up, and saw a bright moon hanging high in the night sky.He bent down again and coughed heavily.

He coughed violently, as if he wanted to spit out all the depression in his heart.

……

"Sister," he whispered in his heart, as soon as his body softened, he fell down.

In the woods on both sides, autumn insects chirped swiftly, whispering to each other, and the sharp rhymes penetrated into the silent night, like whispering, trance and unpleasant.

A gust of cold wind blew up and stirred up some floating clouds, which covered the bright moon.

Night, even darker.

……

When Meng Xinghun woke up, he smelled a very faint fragrance.He jumped up suddenly and called out, "Sister!"

But what he saw was not his sister.

The woman in front of her was younger than her sister, and seemed to be about the same age as herself.To be honest, Meng Xinghun didn't think she was uglier than her sister.

She is very pretty.She has a pair of big crystal eyes, fair complexion, small lips, a touch of plum red, pouting gently, infinitely shy.

"You're awake," she smiled sweetly, her voice was crisp and moving.

"Thank you for saving me." He thanked hastily.

"How do you know that I saved you, don't thank people casually, I can't bear it." She glanced at the corner of her mouth and raised her head in a high spirited manner.

Meng Xinghun smiled, he thought this girl was very interesting.He said slowly: "I know, I did not thank the wrong person."

The girl shook her head, the light purple crescent-shaped earrings on her ears swayed and swayed, and the flowers and branches trembled.She raised her eyebrows and said casually: "I just picked you up from the side of the road. I didn't save you. I can't cure your illness now."

Meng Xinghun was secretly surprised: "How did you know that I was ill, I..." He coughed before he could finish his sentence.

The girl quickly supported him, and stuffed a small black round pill into his mouth.

Meng Xinghun swallowed the pill with a "gudong", and immediately felt a cool and refreshing feeling in his throat, and he breathed much more smoothly.

The girl blinked her eyes and said with a smile: "Now you know why I know about your illness, because I am a doctor."

"However..." She suppressed her smile and said seriously: "This medicine can only delay your illness, but it can't completely cure it. Your illness must be cured slowly."

Meng Xinghun smiled: "I've been coughing for more than ten years. I've been next to half-human, half-ghost. I've seen dozens of doctors. When I saw me, I just shook my head. Only you said it can be cured."

"Why not, as long as you are willing to let me treat it, it will take some time." She insisted and was confident.

He didn't make any noise anymore, but still laughed.

"By the way, what's your name?" she asked him.

"Oh, my name is..."

"Speaking of which, you're lucky." She interrupted him. "The proprietress of the inn said that the sky is high and the land is wide, and meteors can often be seen here, so I came out to see it."

"But..." She secretly pursed her lips into a smile, "I didn't see the shooting star, but I saw you. Otherwise, no one would care about you even if you died there."

It was the truth, he nodded gratefully to her.

"You haven't told me your name yet?" she asked him again.

"Oh, my name is..."

"Wait a minute," he saw a bright smile on her face, "I'll call you Meteor, and the name is quite easy to pronounce. My name is Ming Yuexin, and your name is Meteor, which is interesting."

"Mingyue Xin..." He frowned.

She understood, and explained: "This is not the name of the Central Plains, I came from Miaojiang."

He thought about it.Looking up, there is a bright moon outside the window, the dark clouds have dispersed, the moonlight is clear, and the soft waves are infinite.

The wind picked up and the window lattice fans creaked and whimpered.

The news of Shangguan Longtou's murder spread throughout the streets and alleys within a short period of time.

Among the people in the well and alley, there are those who are willing to shake their lips and talk, and tell the truth.For a while, rumors were everywhere, and it was very lively.

There is even a storyteller. How can you miss it if you see it well and tell the story first.So, set up a stall, hold a board, teahouse, restaurant, street, and so on. "It is said that Shangguan Longtou of the Qinglong Association went to Lingyun Temple to participate in Zen meditation that day. At that time, there were two altar masters, Ye Kai, the master of the Shenlong altar, and Gao Yuhan, the master of the red dragon altar..."

The night is dark, the moon is covered by dark clouds, and the twilight is gathered, and it will not disperse for a long time.

Gao Yuhan was lying on the bed, his wound was painfully tight, and it was already the third watch, but he couldn't sleep no matter what.

The palace gauze ointment lantern outside the door was swayed by the wind, and the candles flickered on and off.The four paper-pasted window lattices, "squeaking", "squeaking", kept making harsh and unpleasant sounds.

She wanted to call the maidservants to close the windows, her throat moved, the pain was like a fire, and the sound was like a mosquito.

In the room, there were no candles, and the darkness was so oppressive that one was almost suffocated.The draft on the corridor wall at the corner takes advantage of the night to show its magic, and the autumn frost and night dew are sandwiched, raging and rampant.The window panels were not fully closed, and the cold, sticky night wind forced its way in through the cracks of the half-closed fans, and circled the silk and silk embroidered pink-gold curtain at the head of the bed into rippling clouds.

Gao Yuhan took advantage of the nanmu carved verandah on the side of the bed, barely propped himself up, put one side of his shoulders against the veranda, reclined, and sat down.

She was wearing a pink transparent black silk deep dress, her black hair was hanging down in a mess, scattered over her shoulders, and a few messy hairs were tightly stuck to her shiny neck. She was wet and sweat stuck to her underwear .

The wound was still piercingly painful, and she could still faintly smell the faint smell of blood. She felt a little sick, so she gritted her teeth and held back.A slender jade hand caressed up tremblingly.

The left shoulder is less than half a foot away from the mouth, and it is horrifyingly dangerous. After a minute, the soul will leave the body.

Gao Yuhan supported his shoulder with one hand, and tightly supported the satin lotus-leaf embroidered pillow with the other. He bit down his thin silver teeth fiercely, then aimed at the wound, and pressed down forcefully.

The sweat from the forehead dripped down drop by drop, and did not seep into the white cotton brocade bed towel, printing and turning into small water circles, which were very shallow at first, and gradually faded into a large piece.

Her two willow-leaf eyebrows have been tangled together, but the corners of her mouth are slightly raised.

She is laughing.

She was actually laughing.

When smiling, the brow should be stretched.But the huge pain made her tightly frown her two thin eyebrows.So the expression on her face looked very weird and terrifying.

She still frowned and smiled lightly, with the corners of her mouth slightly curved upwards, quietly curling up a hint of complacency.

Gao Yuhan pressed hard on the wound, only the piercing pain made her live in the thrill of victory.

This wound is a shame and a testimony.

I won, she shouted in her heart.She is ecstatic, she is anxious, she is longing, she is restless.The passion in her heart wants to tell a person, where is he.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.The few red gauze lanterns hanging on the corridor seemed to be dying, swaying left and right in the wind.A little candle, struggling, jumping, desperately guarding a wisp of dizziness.However, the good times didn't last long, a gust of wind swept over, and a few beans were shimmering, and they were destroyed one after another.

Late at night.