In the wilderness of night, a pagoda is hidden in the darkness, like many still standing monsters, coldly watching the uninvited guests.

Jian Dahu silently followed behind the monk, and from this deserted garden, he could see what a glorious past this almost abandoned ancient temple in the mountains had. The monks who can build the pagoda must be not shallow, and there are 100 pagodas here, which means that this ancient temple has at least 100 eminent monks.

Entering the garden, the monk's footsteps slowed down markedly, his hands folded, his eyebrows lowered, and he kept chanting the Buddha's name, as if he felt very guilty for disturbing the rest of the masters.

Although Jian Dahu was anxious, he was also embarrassed to urge, and slowed down with the monk.

Bypassing one tower after another, I didn't think that this garden was big when I came in, but when I walked, it seemed endless, and the monk's footsteps were not slow, and I didn't mean to stop after walking for a long time.

I don't know how many towers I passed, just when Jian Dahu was a little impatient, the monk stopped.

In front of him is a seven-story pagoda, carved with immortals, Buddhas, beasts, strange flowers and grasses, in this dark night looks very solemn.

The sound of the Buddha's horn in the monk's mouth is getting louder and louder, the stupa in front of him suddenly lights up in the sound of the Buddha's horn, the seven-colored brilliance flows, the tower body of a statue of the immortal Buddha seems to be all alive, the auspicious clouds circulate, the beasts are jubilant, and the Buddha's light and Zen sound surround the surroundings.

Although Jian Dahu couldn't understand what he was doing, he knew that if there was such a wonder, this pagoda must not be simple. Also, in an ancient temple like this, it was not a strange thing to have some treasures in the temple, but I didn't expect that the host in front of him would not hesitate to use such treasures for the sake of these uninvited guests he had never met, and Jian Dahu's eyes were a little moist.

The quiet and solemn Zen sound suddenly became a little strange, Jian Dahu knew that all this that the old monk did must be related to the purple brocade, and he had already been full of energy, always paying attention to the movements around him, and sure enough, the sound came from the west.

Although the garden was full of knee-deep wild grass, Jian Dahu still noticed the difference in an instant, it was a small grass with a green body, and there were dots of purple light flashing in its crystal clear body.

Xiaocao seemed to be attracted by the stupa and the sound of Zen, and moved tentatively in the direction of the monk little by little.

Jian Dahu knew that this was Ziluo Jin, and glanced at the monk, the middle-aged monk seemed to know nothing about everything around him, and was still concentrating on chanting the Buddha's name.

Without the monk's signal, Jian Dahu didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of disturbing the spirit grass, he almost stopped breathing.

In the colorful brilliance, auspicious clouds are swirling, and the fairy Buddhas on the stone wall have stepped on the clouds on strange beasts, one by one or joy, or compassion, or fear, or plain, and they all lowered their eyebrows and reconciled with the monks.

Zi Luo Jin seemed to have listened to it stupidly, and squeezed out of the wild grass almost uncontrollably, his small body swayed gently with the Zen sound, and purple stars flew out of his body, turned around in the auspicious clouds, and returned to Zi Luo Jin's body.

Is it cultivating? Seeing this scene, Jian Dahu's eyes were straight, he always heard that all things have spirits, and today can be regarded as an eye-opener, now Jian Dahu suddenly hesitated, this violet brocade can actually cultivate, then it is a living life, if you catch it yourself and give it to Chu Huaichuan, isn't it equivalent to killing a life with your own hands?

Thinking wildly in his heart, but his eyes did not leave the violet brocade for a moment, the Zen sound became more and more vigorous, the auspicious clouds became thicker and thicker, and a layer of purple mist had almost risen around the violet brocade, which was formed by the condensation of the aura, and the cultivation of this violet brocade had reached the most critical moment.

"Do it!" the monk suddenly shouted.

At this moment, the Zen sound was silent, the auspicious clouds were scattered, and without the Zen sound, the messy thoughts in Jian Dahu's heart disappeared at once, and he became a decisive general again, and the eight long knives appeared around the purple brocade almost instantly, and the cyan knife wind whistled, wrapping the violet brocade along with the soil under it, and bringing it up.

Everything went very smoothly, and the monk breathed a long sigh of relief as he watched from the sidelines.

A large vat full of water was hung in the air by seven or eight strong men, and the firewood was piled up below.

"Master, can we start?" Jian Dahu was already ready, the Seven Kills and the two hundred guard war horses had already surrounded the four sides, even if it was a fly, he would not want to rush in half a step without Jian Dahu's consent.

The monk's expression flashed a trace of unbearability, and he calmed down, and then waved his hand, and the two strong men immediately stepped forward and lit the firewood.

A thick flame burst into the sky, engulfing the vat in mid-air in an instant.

"Drop the medicine!" the monk shouted.

In order to prevent Zi Luo Jin from escaping, Jian Dahu's Eight Extremes Sword Realm has been maintained, and at this time, hearing the monks shouting, the eight long knives turned into a ball of cyan knife light and fell into the vat with Zi Luo Jin.

I don't know what the monk added to the jar, and it emitted a faint smell of sandalwood, which slowly drifted in the night sky.

I heard the monk say that Ziluo Jin is very delicate, if you disperse the sword realm and are directly in the boiling water, you will die in a while. As soon as Violet Jin dies, there will be no five or six points left in ten points of medicinal properties, and it will be even more difficult to get the best treatment effect. Therefore, despite his hard work, Jian Dahu maintained the Eight Extremes Sword Realm and never dispersed.

For the sake of his brother, Jian Dahu didn't care about consuming some aura, but Jian Dahu didn't expect it, but it was just to treat an injury, but the consumption was a little amazing. Not only does it need aura to maintain the knife realm, but the purple brocade in the knife realm is also absorbing aura, and even Chu Huaichuan, who was unconscious soaked in the decoction, is also absorbing aura, fortunately, it is located in the deep mountains, and the aura is quite strong, and the smell of sandalwood emitted from the vat also has the effect of calming the nerves, which makes Jian Dahu grit his teeth and be able to support it.

Time passed quietly, this time the father and son of the Jun family seemed to have changed their temperament, for such a long time, they didn't make a sound, they just stood quietly and watched, and even their expressions were very calm.

After three hours, the ashes of the firewood were piled up, and it was all over.

Putting away the knife realm, Jian Dahu's body shook, his brain was a little drowsy, and he stood for a while before he eased up. Maybe it was to maintain the knife realm for a long time, and the consumption was a little big, so I didn't think much about it, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Chu Huaichuan's injury.

The person has not woken up yet, but looking at the appearance, even a person like Jian Dahu who does not know any medical skills can see that his brother's fate has been saved.

Hearing the middle-aged abbot say that Chu Huaichuan needed to recuperate, Xu saw the power of Jian Dahu's sword, Jun Buqi behaved very well-behaved this time, and without waiting for others to speak, he actually took the initiative to persuade his father to go out, and only Jian Dahu was left to guard Chu Huaichuan's side in a Garan Hall of Nuoda.

The candle flame is flickering, it is already three more ten, it is the most sleepy time of the day, Jian Dahu is also a person, of course, it is not excluded, not to mention that in order to treat Chu Huaichuan's injuries, he has worked hard to maintain the sword realm for several hours, although he is a master of the Shenfu realm, it is a little unbearable to relax at this time.

Looking down at his brother, his face was ruddy, his breathing was smooth, he was sleeping soundly, his heart was relieved, and the tiredness came like a tsunami, Jian Dahu stood up strongly, he knew that it was not the time to rest, and walked slowly in the hall by candlelight.

The Buddha statue enshrined in this hall is completely different from what you see in daily life, and there is a woman in purple on the Buddha platform in the center, with a graceful posture and picturesque eyebrows, and it seems to be alive by the shadow of the candle flame.

Jian Dahu shook his head vigorously, eighty percent because he was too tired to hallucinate. Jian Dahu wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't help but want to take another look, as if the statue standing on the Buddha platform was not a lifeless clay fetus, but a flesh-and-blood person.

"Take a look, just take a look. A voice echoed in Jian Dahu's mind repeatedly.

Jian Dahu turned her head and looked at it again, she was really laughing, and she was smiling at herself. A gust of wind blew, and the dress on the woman's body fluttered gently, and her picturesque eyebrows were full of affection.

"Don't you recognize me?" a soft voice sounded in his ears.

Why is this voice so familiar? Jian Dahu's gaze was a little blurred, and a figure slowly walked from the depths of his memory, getting closer and closer, and gradually overlapped with the purple-clothed woman in front of him.

"Xiaoping?" Jian Dahu couldn't believe his eyes, this was really the person he thought about all night? No, Xiaoping was no longer alive three years ago, where could she still appear here? But it was too similar, Jian Dahu knew that it was impossible, but he was reluctant to look away.

Although Jian Dahu's mind was dizzy at this time, there was still a trace of clarity in his mind, he knew that he missed his deceased wife too much, and he was very tired at this time, so that he hallucinated.

Although he knew that it was an illusion, he just didn't want to wake up, three years, how did he survive these thousand days and nights, only Jian Dahu knew in his heart that he would never forget that arrow, he was only one step away, it was this step, and the two people he loved were separated from each other from then on.

Looking at the figure of the woman in front of him, Jian Dahu's eyes gradually blurred, and a tear gently slipped down the corner of his eye. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the woman's face, but the person who was obviously close in front of him, why couldn't he reach it? Jian Dahu subconsciously moved forward.

"Husband—" Xiao Ping's call sounded in Jian Dahu's ears, and this steely man couldn't hold back his grief any longer, tears welled up in his eyes, staining his clothes.

"Xiaoping, tell me who killed you back then?" It's been three years, and that arrow has always been a thorn in Jian Dahu's heart, it's not that he hasn't checked it, but he can't find it, he can't find anything, as if that arrow came out of thin air, leaving no trace at all. Today, Jian Dahu finally asked this sentence, but he was a little afraid. That happened in his own house back then, who else could make him unaware of the fact that he entered the house and hurt people? Although Jian Dahu has been tracking down all these years, he is a little afraid to know the answer.

"Husband-", the woman walked over, stretched out her hand and gently rubbed it on Jian Dahu's cheek, her voice was soft as if she was from another world, "That person is..."

Bang—, the sound was very soft, as light as a moth flapping its wings in the night sky, but it fell on Jian Dahu's ears like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

The soft voice suddenly stopped, the woman's eyes widened and widened, and the originally bright and charming eyes gradually lost their brilliance, just looking at Jian Dahu helplessly, her delicate fingers gently slid down her cheeks, and a black arrow pierced out of the woman's heart.

It's that arrow again, it's that person again, and today even if I turn the whole world upside down, I'm going to break him to pieces.

There was no roar, the eight long knives surrounded the surroundings in an instant, and the cold sword wind was vertical and horizontal, and all living beings were trembling in fear at this moment, waiting for the fate of being torn apart by the sharp blades.

Ahh

Looking around, the entire Garan Hall had become a mess, all the Buddha platforms and statues had become a piece of rubble, and a faint moan came from under a pile of rubble not far away.

Oh no, big drops of cold sweat kept sliding down his forehead and sideburns.

Rushed over like crazy, just like crazy with his hands, hold on, you must hold on, Jian Dahu shouted in his heart.

Finally, he saw the face covered in blood.

"Huaichuan—", Jian Dahu held the man in his arms and shook it vigorously.

Poof, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, Jian Dahu slowly lowered his head, a little unable to believe his eyes, this man in his arms, followed his brother who was in the fire in his blood, was now holding a sharp knife in his hand, the sharp blade had sunk deep into his body, he was laughing.

"Why?" Jian Dahu didn't understand.

"Because of her..."Chu Huaichuan had a smile on his face, but his eyes were full of sadness, blood was pouring out from the corners of his mouth, but he still stretched out his arm and pointed in the direction of the Buddha platform.

There was a woman standing there, a woman in purple, she was laughing, smiling at herself.

Anger burned Jian Dahu's heart like a flame, and slowly put down Chu Huaichuan's body, he didn't pull out the sharp knife on his chest, let it be inserted in his chest, because he knew that as long as he pulled out the knife, he might not have the opportunity to ask the woman in front of him what all this was for today.

At this moment, the door of the main hall was suddenly smashed. The first of the Seven Kills rushed in, followed by Wang Zhisheng and dozens of guards sergeants.

"General, what are you doing?" The seven killings each sent out their blades, tightly guarding Jian Dahu's side, even these men who are used to seeing life and death, they are a bit of a desolate god at this time.

"Lord Captain!Lord Captain!" Wang Zhisheng hugged Chu Huaichuan and shook it vigorously, tears fell on Chu Huaichuan's cheeks, and then slowly slid down, splashing a little smoke and dust on the ground...