It's late at night, and the rain hasn't stopped!

The black-clothed scholar still placed his chessboard in the corner under the city wall, inviting people to play, but unfortunately no one cared about it.

Beside him, the body of the lone traveler was already cold and stiff, but the big eyes that did not blink were still wide, like purple pearls in the dead lake of the Hanhai Sea, looking at the rainy night with an expressionless face.

Not far away, a little girl with a young face, holding a wounded little wolf, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and a gray-glowing cuttle next to her, she was still unwilling to strangle an innocent little life like this, even if he was just a little jackal.

The little girl sat weakly on the wide street, her buttocks on the ground, slightly cold, her weak body couldn't help the steep spring breeze drizzle, the cold shock, the drizzle had wet her thin clothes, her body bowed forward violently, goosebumps in her hands around the little jackal, curled up into a natural protection hedgehog.

A little girl from a poor family has her own unique method for keeping out the cold!

When she squatted and curled up, her smart eyes just saw the little sparrow that had flown down under the cold window of the eaves before, the corner of the little sparrow's mouth was covered with spring mud, and its gray wings had been soaked by the drizzle, no matter how it waved, it couldn't fly, so it had to jump back and forth on the ground, full of anxiety.

The rain has not stopped, there are fewer and fewer people coming and going on Wu'an Street, the little girl's lips are cold, her body is trembling, looking at the black-clothed man in the distance, she wants to ask why the drizzle will turn into green smoke and disappear into invisibility as soon as it falls on his body.

But she didn't dare, she was cold and scared in her heart, even afraid.

This weak scholar who usually makes her envious and unsmiling has just killed an elite man quietly under her nose.

Although I didn't see how he made a move, the little girl who had been crawling around in this small city with frequent wars and killings since she was a child, her keen sixth sense told her that the strong man was killed by the chessboard and book, who seemed to be well-mannered and physically weak.

She has always admired the scholar she admires, and he is a god monk!

There is no need to be reasonable for a monk to kill someone, and there is no reason to talk about it, and the most important thing is that there is no need to go through lawsuits.

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"Woohoo!"

The rain fell, and in the middle of the night, I don't know whose big yellow dog was frightened, and barked non-stop in the night, disturbing the dreams of many people.

The dog is the most loyal and sensitive animal, he can see things in the dark that ordinary people can't see, and smell some kind of terrible smell that others can't.

Whenever the big yellow dog in the small city barks non-stop, Wu'an City will not be at peace, there will be scattered bandits, ask monks to bleed, ordinary people don't know anything, can only follow with their eyes, life and death.

I don't know how long it took, there was an extra middle-aged man next to the black-clothed Xiangshi!

Without warning, it appeared in the twilight, like a ghost!

The little girl rubbed her apricot blossom eyes to make sure that she was not mistaken, and there was really a middle-aged man standing under the corner of the street in a drizzly wet suit.

The man had a slender body, a white face, a silver folding fan in his hand, a cyan scarf on his head, and a white shirt, dressed as a gentle, elegant and free Confucian scholar.

Obvious readers!

It's just that the only difference from the scholar is that on his broad and powerful back, he carries a Kowloon Death Gun, on which is a round and vicious human head, and there is still red blood on the tip of the gun, and it is obvious that the blood on the human head has not dried up.

"Do you play chess?" asked softly, looking up at the middle-aged scholar.

The silver fan Confucian smiled lightly, sat down, his voice was loud, and the head on the spear was thrown to the edge of the corner by him: "You can take the next one!"

The Confucian hand stroked the chess box, and a crystal sunspot in the clouds and rain floated in the air, glowing with bright blue light, subtly like a dragonfly dotting water, slowly falling into the middle of the chessboard, and laughing: "Did you find it?"

"Not yet, maybe I'm in the wrong place!"

The black-clothed Xiangshi picked up a Xuanyu white seed and put it next to the sunspot, the cloud shirt was mottled and the fate was on the way back, and the void soul rain was revealed, and there was nothing.

The black-clothed man looked vain, scanning the dawn of the rain and vegetables, looking for something in the dark night, something precious, like the moonlight in the black rain, like the shadow dew under the blue moon.

The rain had not stopped, and the chess game between the two had not yet been decided, and on a rainy night, another handsome young man stepped on the shadow dew, like a meteor piercing the clouds, and flew through the air.

Yes, like God-men.

The little girl's hands holding the little wolf trembled suddenly, her smart eyes did not move, she saw it thoroughly this time, and she was 10,000 sure that the person had flown over.

He carried an old drawing board that was worn out of the edges, and held a purple paintbrush in his hand, his body was strong and long, and his face was a little invisible, and he could only see a blue glow under his feet through the faint light of water under the corner of the wall.

What is it?

"A blue willow coffin!" the little girl looked at it, her feet were cold, and her huddled body became more stiff and motionless, like a dead body floating in the rain.

"See the coffin and get rich! See the coffin and get rich!"

The little girl kept shouting in her heart, the coffin is such an obscure thing that cannot be seen, and it is barely contaminated with bad luck, and the people in the city will choose to close their eyes when they see this kind of thing that pretends to be dead, and shout loudly to see the coffin and make a fortune, four big words, in order to remove the bad luck contaminated on the body.

Only those peculiar wanderers and strange monks in the city are not afraid of these bad things.

The little girl was afraid of the gods, but she did not dare to shout out, for fear of offending the monks and gods in the distance and causing death, so she had to prayed silently in her heart with her mouth trembling.

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"Do you play chess?" the black-clothed man looked up, and the young man in front of him asked.

The man put his hands behind his back, turned away, raised his golden purple paintbrush, and muttered disdainfully: "I can only draw, I don't know how to play chess, and I don't want to understand!"

"Did you find it?" added the coffin-stepping youth!

Quickly put down the sketchpad on his back, holding a purple paintbrush in his hand, the young man in the coffin glanced around from the corner of his eyes, with a strange aura in his eyes, as if he had discovered the treasure of heaven and earth, he looked at the little girl in the distance, and quickly copied it.

"I didn't find it! What we are looking for is someone related to the night, the little girl you drew is called Dawn, and she is not the person we are looking for! She is not even willing to kill the little wolf, if she is calculated, let her plant a demon seed, reincarnate and cultivate demons, I think she will hate me for three lives and three lives!"

The hand of the black-clothed Xiangshi holding the Xuanyu chess piece trembled slightly, staring at the drizzle in the night sky, his black and red eyes were like shuttles, revealing endless depth, as if he could see through yin and yang!

The paintbrush is like a dragon, indulging in the swaying on the drawing board, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, the purple brush pointed in the air, and the young man who stepped on the coffin said coldly: "What about him?"

The night was very dark, there was no moonlight, and the purple light of the rain flowers along the tip of the brush could clearly see that on the highest building in Wu'an City, there was a young monk in his twenties!

The monk was born charmingly, with a magnificent length, wearing a luxurious blue nine-day dust-dyed robe, and beside him stood a gilded Three Treasures Zen staff, and on the top of the Zen staff, there was a strange spread out of the Buddhist merit book.

The merit spectrum is full of dense pages of Buddhist scriptures, probably to promote some of the Buddha's precepts to overcome difficulties, from the good to abandon the evil of the streamlined theory, ordinary people, and the book of heaven is no different, written are some difficult to understand obscure words.

However, the bewitching monk cultivates karma, and the accumulation is naturally karma, and the reason why his strange karmic virtue book is strange is because he has cultivated merit into karma.

The bewitching monk has been in Wu'an City for fifteen days, and he doesn't chant scriptures or praise Buddha, so he is not an ordinary monk at first glance, at least not a serious monk.

Because he was holding a big chicken leg, with spices, his mouth was sneering, and he was gulping down meat, and while eating, he did not forget to drink a sip of the century-old golden syrup wine, looking enjoying and unscrupulous.

After eating and drinking, I didn't forget to hug a graceful woman with a graceful figure and a light veil covering her face, bathing in the wind and rain in the spring breeze of the night, and indulged in pleasure.

The eight precepts in Buddhism, to say the least, he also committed the three precepts.

"His name is Ah Ye, and he is not the person we are looking for! What we are looking for is a rare and valuable person, not a reckless wine and meat monk!"

The black-clothed man shook his head, looking at the bewitching monk under the endless night, and his black and red eyes once again shone with a strange light.

"Ahh

"Is it the night of the Arabian Nights, or is it the karma of burning one's body?"

The young man who stepped on the coffin smiled, laughed deeply in the moonlight, and the two slightly drunk sleeping phoenix eyes narrowed into a narrow slit, he was very interested in the bewitching monk, and quietly held on to the purple brush, and engraved the portrait of the monk in three or two efforts.

At the moment when the enchanting monk was drawn, the purple pen in the hand of the young man who stepped on the coffin shook slightly, especially the dragon pan and tiger whiskers in the depths of the pen tip, and suddenly a purple grotesque ghost floated out, and with a bang, it rushed into the portrait in the painting, and disappeared into the invisible in a blink of an eye.

"Man, are we still looking for it?"

The silver-fanned Confucian saw that the two were getting farther and farther apart, and his face jumped, so he couldn't hold back and asked loudly.

People who don't take chess seriously, the silver fan Confucian students don't want to be seen, and being able to come together is fate, regardless of whether the fate is deep or shallow, the opponent is the opponent and needs to be respected.

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