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I sat next to the young man, listened to what he said, and for the first time really began to look at the man.

Ugly chou slept. The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, and he was adjusting.

I was bored and nervous, and tried to strike fear according to the methods taught by the young people, but it didn't work well.

Minutes and seconds passed, and the day passed like this, and it was dark and the sun was out of sight.

A hazy black stained the entire forest, and the figure of Azanwenlo, who was not far away, gradually blurred, remained motionless all day. I have a vicious hope that he would better sit down and save us our hands.

"Are you still scared?" The young man suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

I smiled wryly and nodded: "Use your method to overcome it, the effect is very poor." ”

The young man said: "You have too many worries, you can't let go, and you can't dedicate yourself wholeheartedly." ”

I gasped, he was right, and hit the nail on the head.

I said, "It's easier said than done." ”

The young man said, "It's not difficult. The abyss is further, and the world of the ten directions appears all over the body. ”

I was startled, looking at him, this poem is antique, and with an indescribable Zen meaning, it is definitely not something he can say. I said, "Who told you this?" ”

The young man looked at the dark woods in front of him and said, "A few years ago, I failed one after another in boxing, and I didn't win a single battle. I didn't know what was wrong, and the boss said he would kick me out if he didn't win. It was on the street that night that I met a man who was a backpacker from China. He told me that after watching your boxing just now, your skills are fine, but there is only one thing you need, and that is the determination to dedicate yourself wholeheartedly, and then he said the poem just now. From that day on, I found the trick to winning. ”

I was fascinated by the words, "Who is that man?" ”

The young man shook his head: "Later, I looked for him, but I didn't know his name, but I heard someone call him Erlong." Later, I don't know where he went. Although I have only met him once, I have always regarded him as the most important master in my heart. ”

"It's a pity that I don't have your decision." I say.

The young man looked at the dark room behind him: "Azan Hong is your friend?" ”

I nodded: "We are a small village of Fa Xiao, it can be said that we learn spells at the same time, and I am still walking around the door, and he has already achieved a small success." ”

The young man said, "He is more decisive than you." ”

My heart shook violently, my third uncle had commented on me and Zhang Hong before, and said similar things. The third uncle said that although Zhang Hong's understanding is worse than yours, his future achievements may be far above yours, because Zhang Hong is paranoid. To put it bluntly, if you don't go crazy, you can't live.

Now the young man said something like that again. I fell into contemplation for a moment, reflecting on myself, because the shadow of the prison before was there, I was too closed and conservative, I was too cowardly.

The darkness in the sky deepened, and the boundless black hung over the forest. The door of the wooden house opened, and Zhang Hong walked out, his face gloomy, not looking at us, he went straight to the boundary monument at the entrance of the village, lit the human head hanging on the high pole with a lighter, and suddenly two flames, one on the left and one on the right, suddenly rose.

Only then did I realize that the human head hanging high was some kind of lighting tool.

The inside and outside of the black village gradually lit up, but in the darkness it was not very bright, and two fireballs were whirring and burning, illuminating this forest extremely strangely.

Zhang Hong walked back, passed by me, and said you come with me.

I walked with him into a wooden house. Zhang Hong asked me to sit on the floor, and we looked at each other, and he was silent for a moment before asking, "How is my master?" ”

I told me about the experience of coming to Thailand, the third uncle and Azan Wenlok fight, and now life and death are unknown.

Zhang Hong listened very carefully, and then asked me, do you remember the cave where they fought the law?

I shook my head and told him about Azanamu. Azana Mu is a female mage introduced by Xie Nanhua, as if she is looking for someone, the clue is in the hole where the third uncle fights, if the third uncle is still alive, he should be found by Azana Mu.

Zhang Hong nodded after hearing this, and said that he understood. He was silent for a moment, and then asked, "What did Master say about my departure?" ”

"The third uncle said that it was going to rain, and my mother was going to get married." I say.

Zhang Hong showed a very painful expression and sighed: "Qiangzi, you have to think about the road of cultivating the Fa, this is a road of no return, and I can't go back now...... Forget it, don't talk about the superfluous, if you lose the fight tonight, you don't have to say it. If I win by luck, my realm will also break through, which is a good thing and not a good thing...... Hadron son, if one day, the two of us want to fight? ”

I was startled and muttered, "No way." ”

If I wanted to study the Fa, I wouldn't go to the mountains of Thailand and Myanmar to cultivate, I would only stay in my hometown, and I wouldn't be able to get along with Zhang Hong.

Zhang Hong said: "When the time comes, you have to retreat." Give me back the favor I have today. ”

I looked at him and nodded, this is a blank check, it doesn't matter if you cash it first.

Zhang Hong closed his eyes: "You go out first, and I'll recuperate." ”

I had no choice but to go outside and look at the petrified Azan Wenlok in the distance, thinking that it was really a master duel, and I was recuperating before making a move. After raising it for a day, when the time comes, the decisive battle is nothing more than a sword and a blink of an eye, and the winner will be decided.

Finally, it was midnight, and the surroundings were as dark as ink, and the only thing I could see was two fireballs of human heads burning at the mouth of the boundary line.

Zhang Hong came out of the wooden house with a string of skulls around his neck, similar to the sand monk in Journey to the West. He walked to the line, sat down on the ground, filled the skeleton in front of him, and lit two candles.

Azan Wenluo also woke up, the old man didn't move, just sat there, he took out a red cloth out of nowhere, draped it on his body, and then took out an extra handful of long incense in his hand, shook it, and the long incense spontaneously combusted without fire, and smoked out.

Azanbunlok slowly stood up, singing old songs and dancing as he went. He sings a song like Thai, humming softly, the tune is like a turn, and it is quite good.

Such an old man, dressed in a red cloth, sang late at night, and the scene was quite infiltrating.

Zhang Hong began to chant the mantra, and the words were spoken quickly.

The wind blew from the mountains, and it blew away some of the steaming ghost fog in the village. Reflecting the wind, it seems that a lot of things have appeared in the woods.

I can't tell what these things are, they are sneaky, they are faint, and they seem to be laughing in the wind.

Ugly woke up and pulled me tightly, and I whispered what was wrong.

Ugly and ugly said nervously: "Ghosts, many, many ghosts, the yin qi is too heavy." I can't help him...... I don't have the stamina and energy right now......"

Looking at her aging face, I couldn't help but hug her: "Ugly, you have a good rest, you don't need you here." ”

"Ghosts, a lot of ghosts, cold, so cold." The ugliness trembled together.

At this time, the young man, who had been silent, took off his only vest and put it on the ugly body.

He was covered in tendons and tattooed on his arms and chest. His tattoos are strange, they are all kinds of flowers.

The ugly clown took my hand: "I can't help, you can help, relics, relics......"

I suddenly realized that a few days ago we were blocked in a hole by Azan Wenluo and almost hung up, but fortunately I used the ancient Dharma book at that time to become one with the monk's yin spirit and drive away the flying head. Now it can be used again.

The young man said, "Go ahead, I'll take care of this sister." ”

I nodded, this is a reassuring person.

I came to a place not far behind Zhang Hong, sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at my nose, nose, mouth, and heart, and was concerned about the relics in my chest, and used a strong mind to communicate with the yin spirit inside.

Sure enough, my whole body began to get hot, and the yin spirit attached to me. This yin spirit has no consciousness, only fragments of memories and emotions remain.

When I was fully upper, I slowly opened my eyes, and I was stunned by this look.

The boundary at the entrance of the village seems to be the Chu River and Han boundary, Zhang Hong is sitting inside, and Azan Wenluo is outside. In the middle of them, there is a thick black gas of the forest, in the black air can see a lot of human figures and animal shadows, these shadows only have a general form, can not see the details clearly, the black air from time to time hidden from time to time.

These shadows began to fight in the black air, fighting and biting each other, the whole scene was silent, but it was thrilling to watch, the tragedy in it could not be described in words, it was really like seeing a living hell picture.

I don't know how to help Zhang Hong, and now this scene is like two masters playing chess with evil ghosts.

At this time, the black qi gradually surged towards Zhang Hong, that is, our side. There are shadows inside, and they are all desperate and want to kill us.

Zhang Hong's chanting was getting faster and faster, but the fog in front of him was still getting thinner and thinner, and the ghost shadow he summoned fell to the ground, turning into smoke and dissipating. My guess is that these demons may have disappeared.

Zhang Hong's body kept shaking, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

I hurriedly drove the monk Yin Spirit and recited the Dharma Heart Sutra.

The Dharma book was originally destroyed, but the monk recited this scripture countless times during his lifetime and after his death, and it has long been engraved in the deepest part of his memory.

The Heart Sutra came out of my mouth like flowing water, and this set of spells had no offensive power, but it was more than enough for self-preservation.

Azan Wenluo was visibly disturbed, and the black qi he controlled gradually dissipated and retreated.

Azan Wenlok raised his eyes, and could feel him looking at me. The next second, he took out a knife from his waist, stabbed it into the palm of his left palm, and slashed it fiercely, blood gushed out, and suddenly a wolf howl came from the depths of the woods.