After the voice of the saint drifted to the wine stall of the restaurant, the man whose soul trembled so much that his hands trembled so much that he couldn't help himself gradually calmed down, and the woman gradually came to her senses.

The old couple in the window slowly stood up, and their entire lower body was wet with wine when they just fell, and the whole street was filled with the smell of wine.

The peaceful-looking old couple walked out of the house, and when they walked out into the street, they clasped their hands together on their chests to the corpse-covered monk, and said My Buddha's mercy.

"I am compassionate." The crippled monk stretched out his hands and closed them in return.

Qiu Chan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tall black-clothed figure on the street with his hands together, the two hands and feet on the closed have eighteen fingers, this is the origin of the name Eighteen, the so-called black robe is a black robe, embroidered with a blood-colored Buddha.

"I've seen the Eighteen Sons Holy Master." The young man bowed slightly.

"Qiu Gongzi is a piece of precious jade, and the old monk has never seen such a holy person in the world."

The eighteenth son turned his stiff head slightly, and the two black holes that had nothing looked at the young man, although there was nothing in his eyes, Qiu Chan still knew that he was looking at himself.

Qiu Chan bowed slightly again, "The Holy Master is polite, Qiu is just an ordinary person." ”

The Eighteenth Son stopped talking to Qiu Chan and muttered, "What is a Buddha?" What is Demon? Can the demon's body hide the Buddha's mind? ”

Hoarse, sharp, piercing and heavy, the voice that blended all the characteristics spread through the street, and the eighteenth son continued, saying in his mouth: "Even if it is a demon, even if everything happens, even if you can't become a Buddha, all beings can still kill the demon body." ”

The sound spread far away, and all the sleeping people in the two streets heard it, even in the deep sleep, from the dying old man to the three-year-old naughty child, one by one the sleeping postures gradually calmed down, and their faces showed holy light.

Under the moonlight, the eighteen sons in black robes recited the scriptures one by one, and a bunch of old couples listened respectfully on the side, and an elegant young man by the river stood there with his eyes slightly closed, and the faint white true air on his body turned against the golden light coming from the rotten body.

Qiu Chan, the first son of the capital, his talent is naturally not bad, even if the eighteen sons are famous all over the world, the young people are not weak at all, but the white internal force did not completely sweep the golden light out of the body, and selectively put some golden light to penetrate the internal force and shine on the face, the golden light in the young man's eyes flowed, and he was devouring and absorbing this holy Buddha light.

After feeling that part of his internal force came out of his body, he couldn't come back, and the eighteenth son suddenly stopped reciting the scriptures, and looked at Qiu Chan with eyes like black holes, "Coveting the cultivation of the poor monk, Qiu Gongzi, do you believe that the poor monk will not dare to kill you?" ”

"It's not that you don't dare, you don't think it's worth it, and you don't want to pay for my life." There was a bit of sarcasm in the young man's eyes.

The eighteenth son grinned slightly, the corners of his stiff and terrifying mouth, and the ghostly voice in his throat reappeared, "Do you think your elders will be able to kill me?" Aren't you afraid that they will be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell by me? Well? ”

"Yes, I thought I could kill you, someone wanted to kill you a long time ago, but I think it's not worth spending so much time, you dare to make a move, then it's worth it no matter how worthless it is, you will die." Qiu Chan looked at the approaching remnant monk, his face remained unchanged, and he even smiled lightly, the monk's chanting was holy at first, but gradually changed its taste, so he deliberately interrupted him.

Evil ghosts love to haunt under the moonlight, and immortals love to come into the world under the moonlight.

The young man in white was a stump skeleton in a black robe one step ahead, no one spoke, but the air became more and more solidified, and the two breaths slowly collided together.

The old couple woke up in an instant, and saw two figures like angels meeting demons facing each other, and their legs began to tremble again, they didn't know why they had just come out, why they weren't afraid.

"Go into the house and close the door, I didn't tell you to open the door before dawn." The young man in white waved his hand.

The old couple looked at the figure of the black-clothed blood Buddha who brought fear to people's bones, and then looked at the white-clothed young man who let the two of them into the room, and couldn't make up their minds for a while, but finally the shopkeeper held the courage and pulled the woman into the house step by step.

As soon as the door closed, the two leaned limply on the door, and after glancing at each other, the two wanted to hear what was happening outside, but they didn't dare to listen, for fear of hearing the screams of young people and the murderous laughter of the ghostly figure.

"You're bold." Again, the voice of the Rig came from the fleshless throat.

The young man's face remained unchanged, but he looked at the eighteen sons carefully, especially the two hands, each of which had nine fingers, and together they were eighteen fingers, and these eighteen fingers were contaminated with too many human lives.

Many people in the world have heard of the killer Eighteen Sons, but few people know what the Eighteen Sons are like, and few people know why they are called the Eighteen Sons, but those who know the Eighteen Sons know that his famous trick is called the Eighteen Layers of Purgatory, which is the most vicious exercise in the world.

Qiu Chan knew that the eighteen fingers of the figure in front of him each represented a method of death, and different methods of execution were used for different wicked people, and many people who had seen him would also wonder whether this person was a Buddha or a demon.

The young man didn't say much, and said lightly: "Your resentment is out of control. ”

The bones exposed on the head of the black-robed eighteen sons spread out with a faint halo under the moonlight, and the voice of the man said again: "No, it's the real me who is back." ”

"You can be a Buddha, how can you be a demon? You are depraved, and you were not like that. Qiu Chan turned his head to look at the wide water.

The black robe suddenly became furious, and slammed his fist into the ground, and suddenly the cracks spread out like cobwebs, "Jiji, do you know how I died?" ”

"You know, that year, you were a well-known scholar, on the way to Beijing to catch the exam, you encountered a catastrophe, you ran around, raised disaster funds, raised food, you put the materials and money funded by these kind-hearted rich people in the temple, but the eighteen monks in the temple all betrayed you, they killed you in order to swallow the money and materials, and announced to the public that you took all the disaster money, and they ate the bark of January like a play."

The eighteen-son, who looked like a demon, suddenly squatted down and cried bitterly.

"After they killed you, they threw you into the back mountain, who knew that you were gouged out of your eyes, and you still didn't die after breaking your tongue, because you were too heavy, you just hung on and didn't want to die, and finally waited for your master, your master is a puppet master......"

"Enough, don't say any more." Squatting on the ground, blood streaming from his eyes, the monk with eighteen fingers roared angrily, his throat almost pleading at the end, as if he did not want to listen again.

The young man looked at the squatting figure, his eyes still did not fluctuate, and he said lightly: "Shouldn't your grievances be for those eighteen people?" Why are you projecting onto so many innocent people? ”

"Why? Why should I be a good person? Even the people who serve the Buddha are demons, so why should I be charitable. The eighteenth son roared like a beast at the young man in white clothes who fluttered out of the dust.

"Those eighteen have already been duly punished, haven't they? Have the famous monks of our time ever looked down on you? Aren't they trying to help you? Qiu Chan looked at the crippled eighteen sons holding their heads beside him and then said: "So far, ten abbots have passed on their skills to you before they are about to die, and they have not thought of killing you, but they have used the true temperament of Buddhism to transform you, don't you understand?" ”

The demonic figure that slowly raised its head roared, "Shut up, don't mention them." ”

The young man sneered, "Why don't you mention it, do you feel sorry for them?" What you owe you is the eighteen demons in robes, and you owe this world after all, you have failed the expectations of many people, and the whole Buddhism hopes that you can become the holy master when you first saw you today, not the current eighteen-fingered demon. ”

"I'll tell you to shut up." The roaring figure suddenly burst out, and the right hand with nine fingers stretched out to the young man's neck, only to come into contact with the true qi that lingered on the young man's body, and retracted his hand with only dry bones and tendons, and shrunk deep into his sleeves, as if he suddenly felt inferior.

Qiu Chan sighed deeply, looked at the things in his hand, and finally handed out a jar of wine and a bag of sauced beef wrapped in oiled paper.

The eighteenth son stood in a daze for a long time, but still took the things handed out by Qiu Chan.

Under the moonlight, the young man standing by the river turned his head to look at the black-robed figure who walked away a little bit, and the black-robed man would raise his head and drink fiercely after taking a few steps, and then tear the beef in a big gulp.

The black-robed figure walked away and gradually disappeared into the corner of the street, and the young man closed his eyes and felt it carefully, but in the end he still didn't hear the words of My Buddha's compassion.

Qiu Chan walked back to the opposite window with a cracked road, knocked on the door, "Shopkeeper, hand me a jar of good wine from the window." ”

The slightly trembling shopkeeper walked to the room next door with the wine jar, carefully avoiding the fragments of the wine jar that fell all over the ground, even though he saw that the person standing at the window was the young man who was as warm as jade, but the hand holding the jar still trembled.

Thinking that these two old men might not be able to sleep tonight, the white-clothed young man who walked two steps with the wine jar in his arms after putting down the silver stood up and turned his head slightly, "I'm Qiu Chan." ”

The old shopkeeper's eyes suddenly brightened.

Qiu Chan saw that it might be effective, so he continued: "I see that Yangzhou City has been talking about me everywhere in the past two days, you may have heard of me, I am not a bad person, the person you just saw is also good and evil, just forget him, don't mention it to others." ”

Thinking that the two old men might not be so frightened tonight, the young man in white who was as gentle as jade walked unhurriedly to his boat, and from the beginning of his landing, whether he was drinking and chatting or meeting the respect of the eighteenth son and the ridicule of the eighteenth son after turning into eighteen, he was calm and unhurried.

It seems that everything he encounters has been calculated, and then the expression required for some scenes is just right, some people call it facial paralysis, some people disdain it as a skin smile, but more people call it confident.

He is Qiu Chan, the treasure jade in the mouth of the Eighteen Sons of the Holy Master, and a holy person that the Eighteen Sons of the Saint Master has never seen in the world

The boat was leisurely, and after a few bridges, the young man thought that it was time to return to the capital, her footprints seemed to be all the way north, and there might be a chance to meet.