Chang'an India

Walking corpses know neither pain nor fear, and Bian Chonglan's saber style, which can make living people timid and chilling, can't frighten them in the slightest. The tide of corpses is turbulent.

Siege.

"River slave, take care of your master." Bian Yonglan saw the giant beast rushing left and right, mouthful one at a time, its sharp teeth were stained with blood, and ordered it casually.

"You don't need to worry about me in the corpse barrier, let's clean it up separately." Tan Shan took over from the side, and Wan Jianghou saw that the Buddhist pestle of the monk had turned into a bamboo stick. It enters between the eyebrows of the living corpse and exits from the back of the head.

It turned out that it wasn't because he couldn't bear to attack, but because he couldn't take advantage of the weapon.Marquis Wan Jiang muttered something in his heart, and stopped distracting him, and concentrated on his work of cutting melons and vegetables.

From Bian Yonglan's point of view, no matter how fierce the living corpses are, they are just melons and vegetables with extraordinary strength and ordinary speed. They don't have moves, and they don't know how to cooperate, but the number of hundreds of ants can't be called ant-killing elephants, and it really doesn't constitute any threat.

"How did the people in this town die? Judging by the degree of corruption of the corpses, the difference between before and after the death is less than two days."

It is said to clean up separately, but the two people and one beast are like candles in the dark night, but the bright lights at the bridge, they don't need to work. They killed the whole town, and the living corpses came one after another, like moths to the flame.

"Smash to death, suffocate to death," Tan Shan heard that the Marquis of Wanjiang was still in the mood to chat with himself during the chaos, so he had to follow him, "It doesn't look like there are corpses that died of thirst or starvation, which is a bit strange."

"You have a guess?"

"talk about it later."

After the scene of two sticks of incense, Marquis Wan Jiang and Tan Shan stood with their backs to each other, shook off the remaining blood on the knife, and slowly recovered their breathing.

"This is the end?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Is there anything left?"

"……listen."

Bian Yonglan listened carefully, and he heard a "dong" sound from a distance in the dead silence of the town, and it was another "dong" sound after a while.

They stepped over the still corpses on the ground, walked into an alley near the left following the slight thumping sound, and pushed the door into a courtyard of a family.

In the room - Marquis Wan Jiang knew that Tan Shan's eyesight was unobstructed, he turned his head to signal, and walked into the room first.

There was a square table in the room, with three bowls of porridge and two dishes of side dishes on the table. It seemed like a family of three who had half eaten breakfast.

The sound of dong dong was very clear, coming from the inner bedroom, like someone banging their head on the door, but they couldn't get it open no matter what.

Bian Yonglan went inside with a knife in hand, and saw that the only thing in the room that could be regarded as having a door was a large suitcase with a padlock on it, and the sound of thumping was coming from inside.

"clang!"

He slashed off the padlock, took two steps back, and used the scabbard to hold the living corpse that suddenly jumped out of the box.

"...I thought," Marquis Wan Jiang looked down at the hideous-looking living corpses in front of him, but the height was not as high as his thighs, and said in his mouth, "...they are already dead, they can no longer be regarded as human beings."

But what are people?

Although the living corpse with the appearance of a child has shown its real shape, it probably didn't suffer any pain before it died, and there were no injuries on its body, only a piece of flesh on the forehead was broken, which he knocked out by himself in the box.

His mother protected him before she died, and she will protect him after she dies—all the living corpses in the town were aroused by the voice of the Falling Demon Buddha and lost their minds, but among the corpses rushing to kill, some One did the opposite, first locking his own child in a suitcase.

Is she still human?What is she thinking?Did she not want her children to kill people?Or is she afraid that someone will kill her child?

Marquis Wan Jiang didn't know, he only recognized this child - when they first entered the town, they stayed in the breakfast shop for a while, and the family finished their breakfast. His mother took him out to fetch water, and he turned his head while sucking his finger He went to see his unknown brother with a curious look on his face.

And Bian Yonglan couldn't remember what the young woman with the wooden barrel looked like, it was just a back view, an ordinary woman.

"Yonglan, don't blame yourself. Even if you are guilty, I am also guilty."

Hearing what the monk said, Bian Yonglan's tone was still calm and indifferent, but the bamboo stick in his hand quickly touched the eyebrows of the corpse, and he left at one point, but left a deep and deep wound.

Then the monk knelt down on one knee—he didn't wait for the corpse to fall, he bowed and stretched out his hands, gently supported the back of the corpse, put him on the ground safely, and then knelt on one knee, holding the Buddha's gift with one hand, and stroking the corpse with the other. The child's eyes, close your eyes for him.

"Let's talk about it first."

Tan Shan said, go out first.

So the hatchback was speechless, silently crossing over from death to life...but there was no way to survive.

Standing at the entrance of the town for the third time, looking at the bustling morning scene in the town that is so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar, Wan Jianghou couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in.

It's probably mixed with joy and sorrow—the joy is that the people in the town are alive again, and the worry is that the people in the town are alive again.

There is no end to this!

Marquis Wan Jiang was so irritable that he blew his fur with the raccoon slave who had turned into a cub again, but Tan Shan let out a soft "Huh".

"Benhou is in a bad mood, you'd better speak quickly."

"This town is built on the mountain. I thought it was because the whole town's population suffered a natural disaster and was buried by rocks. Those who died were unwilling to die. Just now, the corpses are immortal, and the desire to live is still alive. They eventually turned into walking corpses. They worked together to construct this place. corpse."

"what about now?"

"Now the poor monk thinks this is a man-made disaster," the monk's tone suddenly turned cold, "If my guess is correct, I'm afraid someone has set up a magic circle here, and this circle..." Tanshan tapped his bamboo stick and jumped up to the entrance of the town In the stone workshop, Bian Yonglan left a conclusion that Bian Yonglan hadn't expected, "And this is from my school!"

"This array is originally a method of sealing and preserving. For example, the raccoon slave, its primordial spirit is the spirit of a strange beast that should not be born in this world. The first master did not want it to commit innocent murders, and could not bear it to dissipate in the world, so in a This magic circle was carved on the lynx skeleton found in the mountains, and it can be accommodated here with a body."

Marquis Wan Jiang jumped up to the memorial archway with Tan Shan, and it was clear from his detailed explanation: "The so-called soul of a person is originally a thought in life, but the thought is ignorant after death, but it is temporarily stored in the corpse and will not dissipate for a while. "The monk looked at the villagers in the town, but the villagers didn't seem to see the two big living people standing on the archway. "That's where the saying of the first seven comes from -- during the seven days, those who don't have deep obsessions will have their own thoughts. It will slowly dissipate and return to reincarnation; if the obsession is too deep, it will become a formed ghost, and it will not be able to re-enter reincarnation, wandering in the place of death every day, unable to escape."

After Tan Shan finished speaking, he took half a step forward, loosened the palm holding the stick, and the bamboo stick in his hand stood on its own.

The monk flicked the sleeves of his robe, and formed seals with his left and right hands at the same time. With both hands held together, he stopped drinking: "Upgrade!"

I saw several golden lights rising from the ground, moving back and forth quickly, spreading all over the town in an instant, and the rising golden lights merged into a huge and complicated pattern in midair.

The very complicated but self-contained strokes made the Marquis of Jiangjiang think of the lost seal for no reason—although the overall outline of the seal was not drawn in the treasure book, but the two characters on the seal were expanded—— Based on his intuition alone, he speculated that one of the characters in "one character in an array" must have the same origin as the printed word "Chang'an".

"This array is envoyed by my master, and it can only seal dead things. When the array is completed, if there are any living things in the array, it will be destroyed." Tan Shan's tone is usually light, but at this time, even Wan Jianghou can understand Expressing the anger in the words, "If the thoughts in the corpse have not been dissipated when the formation is formed, then they will be kept here alive, and they will not be freed like a ghost, and cannot be reincarnated."

"........."

"The people in this town first encountered a natural disaster, and then they were forcibly trapped between life and death by the formation. After the formation, the corpses no longer rotted, so they had to suffer and turned into living corpses."

... This is too sinful, it can't be your master who did it, right?

Marquis Wanjiang hesitated for a moment, and didn't dare to really ask this question, for fear of making the monk angry and leaving him alone to face the restless living corpses all over the town - perhaps it was because Tan Shan activated the sealing formation to appear. Out of shape, this time they don't have to cut against the little lady who is splashing water, the corpses in the town are already screaming, and you are pushing and rushing to the archway, and they are ready to start crawling when they see that there are nimble hands and feet.

"You always have a way to solve the things of your master, right?" Marquis Wan Jiang waited with a knife, but he was busy talking in his mouth, "It's useless to say that it's okay to kill them, even if it's useful, I don't want to do it again Afraid of losing my life!"

"I can break through this formation from the outside, but there is no way to break through it when I am trapped in it," Tan Shan said in a low voice, not looking anxious, "I used to think that they only had desire for life and no emotions, but now it seems that there is a way Not a must try."

"Then try!"

"My technique is only for strangers. If you see anything, don't pay attention to it. It's just a dream in the mirror," Tan Shan told the people beside him. He untied the cloth belt that bound his eyes, and then told the raccoon Nu said, "Take care of him, don't let him fall."

"No matter how tall this memorial archway is, I wouldn't be able to..."

Wan Jianghou originally wanted to say that he would not fall down with trembling legs, but in the next moment he completely forgot what he was going to say, and just stared blankly at the sky.

Tan Shan was half a step in front of him, he couldn't see the monk's open eyes, he could only see the wonders of the sky, which appeared suddenly: when the characters form a formation, the golden light is majestic, the momentum is huge, it can also be called the world A rare spectacle, but compared with the scene in front of me, it pales in comparison.

The scenery in front of me is probably only comparable to seeing the dragon - seeing the dragon is magnificent, but the Buddhaland that suddenly appears in front of me is holy and extraordinary.

In the sky, there are thousands of hectares of lotus seas blooming silently, opening and thanking, and opening and thanking, the lotus petals turn into nectar, dripping and falling, but the clothes are not wet, and the tentacles have no trace.

The blossoming Buddha lotus merged into a piece of bright and moist white light, and the falling drizzle also glistened with tears—the Buddha pitied the suffering of all living beings, and his tears turned into rain.

Bian Yonglan couldn't help but took half a step forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with the monk, turned his head to look at him... Are you crying?

He slowly raised his hand as if he was being haunted, trying to wipe away the non-existent tears on the monk's face, but stopped before his fingertips touched his side face.

He heard the monk speak softly, not scriptures, nor Sanskrit singing.

He just clasped his hands together, looked down at the world, and made a low-pitched promise to this suffering world: "All your desires, greed, hatred, and regrets will be taken by me. Forget about this life." , to the afterlife."

The author has something to say: the master finally doesn't have to be blind anymore, he can dangle in front of Lanlan with a good-looking, paralyzed, abstinent and god-like face every day.

Lan Lan: ... is this asking me to die? TAT