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"Pudu Cihang" is originally a Buddhist language, which means to carry the common people to the Dharma boat to Bliss, highlighting the wish of Buddhism to purify all sentient beings. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Rainy night, Kyoto, broken temple.

Old monks, ancient Buddhas, green lanterns.

After worshipping the Buddha for a lifetime, reciting a sutra, knocking through the wooden fish, all I got was poverty and illness.

The old monk was lying on the mat made of the futon, his eyes dim.

"I don't know which one of hunger or disease will take the life of the poor monk first?......"

He sighed.

"Tick-tock. ”

A drop of rain dripped from the roof where there were many leaks, and it hit the old monk's forehead.

"Ahh ”

Feeling the coldness on his forehead, he opened his mouth wide, but unfortunately, despite the leaking roof everywhere, the piece of tile facing his mouth lay solidly.

No rain fell into the mouth of the old monk.

"It seems that the poor monks will die of thirst first. ”

Thinking like this, the old monk closed his mouth and closed his eyes.

However, he guessed wrong, or there was a certain will in the dark that deliberately did not allow him to guess, only to hear a 'bang', the beams of the broken temple collapsed in the heavy rain, the wood and rubble fell straight down, and the old monk died before he could even scream miserably.

This world is not suitable for chanting Buddha.

No one utters such a thing, but no one denies it either.

This year, some people looked north in a hurry and left half of the country; this year, some people drank the Yangtze River and earned their fame.

Since then, 'Kyoto' has not been used to refer to the city.

However, this city is the beginning of a story.

The corpse of the old monk was pressed under the collapsed roof, the soldiers were in chaos, and there was no one to clean it up, so some insects, snakes, rats and ants worked on their behalf, and the skin, flesh and bones of the old monk were fed to them in less than three days.

Three days later, the generals who had captured the city ordered the city to be opened, and the soldiers set fire to the city before leaving.

A fire burned the prosperity of the ancient capital, and also burned out the sins created by these barbarians after occupying the city, and this ruined temple escaped because it was broken and collapsed.

On that day, the whole city was burning, and only the temple was broken, like a pure land.

A 'pure land' that shelters insects, snakes, rats and ants.

There are creatures howling in the fire, there are resentful spirits struggling in the fire, and the resentment and curse that soar to the sky are forced into the ruined temple by the scorching fire.

For this fire, people who have seen it say that it burned for three days, those who have not seen it say that it burned for seven days, and Jiangnan inkmen who have not seen it and are far away say that it burned for half a month.

The south was shocked and angry, and the people who were looking forward to the north were even more frightened, but how they did was not the focus of what happened next, and they were not the protagonists of this fire.

The protagonist of this fire is a centipede, or rather a centipede egg.

The centipede eggs were born by a female centipede, and this female centipede was one of the first to taste the flesh and blood of the old monk.

It gnawed at the heart of the old monk, and it can be described as a full meal.

Zi once said: "Food, color, sex, too." ”

This is also true for animals and even insects and ants, and the female centipede, whose belly bulges, had some indescribable things with several male centipedes that night.

In three days, the old monk's flesh and blood were digested by the centipede and became the tissue on the centipede's body.

His flesh became the claws of the centipede, the blood of the centipede, the poison of the centipede, the whiskers of the centipede, and, of course, the eggs of the centipede.

The egg was born in the fire, and its siblings, as well as its parents, were killed in the heat of the fire.

Yes, the ruined temple was not burned, but the constant heat in the fire alone killed most of the creatures.

This fire, this city, only this egg survived.

This must be protected by gods and Buddhas, right?

Seven days later, the moon was full, the eggs hatched, and a vermilion centipede crawled out of it.

After it was born, it did not look for food, but spent an entire day walking through the ruins of a ruined temple.

It was looking for a Buddha statue, maybe it had been smashed, but it was still looking for it.

It's not about worshipping the Buddha statue, it's about pulling a piece of on it.

Half a month later, the newborn little centipede stepped out of the dead city with its tiny legs and feet, all the way south.

One hundred years later, a monk came out of a mountain in the south, and his name was 'Cihang'.

……

Fear, cowardice, and memories of the past, the two people fighting in the main hall gradually began to reduce the release of energy, and the mode of fighting began to transform into a cycle of 'confrontation, conversation, brief fighting, escape, chase, and confrontation'.

Pudu Cihang's heart began to feel bitter.

It has long become a tree without roots and water without roots, and it was fine when it was attached to Ning Caichen, but at this moment, Ning Caichen was killed, and while losing its support, its cultivation was dissipating all the time.

In fact, compared to Mo Ye, it is the one that cannot afford to consume.

It began to retreat.

But there is practically no way back at all.

The main hall was blocked by the golden film, and it had no way to take this golden film when it came back to the soul.

"Mo Xie Xiaoyou, you see, if you go to one side of the road towards the sky, can't you raise your noble hand, turn a blind eye and spare the old man?"

It was another confrontation, and Pudu Cihang was the first to speak on both sides of the confrontation, and it no longer had half of its former momentum when it said this.

"Sorry, no. ”

Since Pudu Cihang retreated, then Mo Xie pressed forward, and he shook the sword in his hand, as if he was shaking off the empty blood on the sword, and it seemed to be the starting style of a certain move.

"Whoosh!"

Pudu Cihang's heart beat wildly when he saw Mo Xie raise his hand, and when he raised his hand, he didn't seem to shoot out even if he didn't have a black thorn, maybe it was a specially set tactic after being familiar with Mo Xie's attack mode, or maybe it was the cowardice and nervousness in its heart that affected its play, these black thorns seemed to shoot out slowly and aimlessly, covering a large area around Mo Ye, and there were only three pieces that directly took Mo Ye.

"When!when!when!"

Mo Xie's body did not move, he swung his sword with one hand, slashed down three black thorns in a row, and at the same time took seven steps back under his feet, and finally leaned against a pillar.

"Huh?"

The scene that Pudu Cihang had in mind after making his hand was Mo Xie swinging his sword upwards and giving himself a refreshing heart, but the scene it saw was the opposite.

It was the first time that the black thorns it emitted had knocked Mo Ye back so far.

Or for the first time, he used the black thorn to repel Mo Ye.

Moreover, these blackthorns were just the work of its hands, and they were in no way comparable to the blackthorns that had been spit out of its mouth before.

But Mo Ye was repelled by such a black thorn.

"Haha! Your true yuan is not enough after all!"

Pudu Cihang 'understood', the battle lasted for so long, and Mo Xie had used that strength move before, and there was no time to rest at all during the period, and it had never seen Mo Xie swallow any pills to replenish his strength, at this moment, I am afraid that he has reached the end of the strong crossbow.

"No wonder you choose to fight, like a loach, it turns out that you don't dare to confront me head-on! The more you don't dare to confront me, the more I want to force you to confront me head-on!"

The confrontation ended the moment Purdue Cihang made a move, but this time it changed from the side that retreated and took the move to the side that attacked.

As if he had a glimpse of the victory, the big centipede actually pounced directly and put on a hand-to-hand combat posture.