Xuanyi was gone for a long, long time.

He went down from the Baili Red Maple in Yanzhi Mountain, walked through the river where he and Shen Qingjun first met when they were children, walked past the homes of ordinary people in Nanling, and walked through the streets and alleys.

Until the secluded place of Nanling, the bamboo forest is half-hidden.

Finally, in front of the Garanju Gate.

From the outside, this temple has not changed much from yesterday's appearance, but no one knows that this inside has been dilapidated into a place of execution, and the Dao of the dead souls, counting carefully, there must be hundreds. This continuous blood color is comparable to the cold-blooded execution field, and the blood has been going on for a long time.

They hovered over the Garan, and even Shakyamuni Buddha and the Buddha of Longevity could not suppress them. Resentment and suspicion, turned into a ghostly ghost, just waiting for people to approach once and devour people clean.

Genichi pushed open Garan's door, which was already half-hidden, as if tempting someone to take a look.

The door didn't open smoothly, and Xuan Yi pushed hard for a long time before pushing the blocked object behind the door open. You don't need to think much about it to know that it is the corpses everywhere that make it difficult to open the door.

He straightened his monk's robe and robe.

White kudzu cloth monk's robe, soap-colored gold-rimmed robe.

He opened his eyes.

The Buddha nature is gone, only the demonic nature.

Genichi walked into Garan, into the temple that had nurtured him for nearly twenty years. It has been stained with blood and has become a filthy place.

The first thing to see was the corpses all over the ground.

One, two......

10, 20 ......

Just by glancing, you can't tell you the numbers.

Xuanyi didn't linger, he already had a purpose in his heart. He trampled on the corpses one by one, his feet were soft, but his heart was cold.

Originally, there was a clear distinction, the elite soldiers were only dressed in black, and the monks were all dressed in white Gebu monk clothes.

But once this is stained with blood, it all transforms into a piece of red. I can't tell who is who.

But Xuanyi knew in his heart that he first found Miyuan's body with his arms cut off. A knife slit through his neck, and then he found Miyuan's arms.

One arm has burn scars, and the other arm has touched his forehead countless times.

He looked around, and finally found a clearing, so he removed a few corpses of elite soldiers that disturbed the cleanliness of this place, and placed Mi Yuan's separated body in the clearing.

Then there was Jingdu's corpse, his face forced into a smile because of Xuanyi, and there were countless blood holes on his body. Jingdu is accompanied by medicinal materials all year round, and there is already a body fragrance. Even if it is killed, it is still full of medicinal fragrance. His body was shriveled and shriveled from the profuse bleeding.

Uncle Lonely Sky's head will not be broken, sticking to his neck, which is a little funny, but it is not as good as the head of the body.

Uncle Faquan can no longer be regarded as a human form, he has broken limbs, it is better to say that he is a worm of silkworms, with bloody clothes as a cocoon.

Xuanyi identified it for a long time, and the fastest way was to see if the corpse had any hair.

Soon, this rare clearing was also filled with corpses, one, two, three or four...... All of them are Xuanyi's father.

Uncle Chang Lin's corpse was the most difficult to move, because there was a huge opening in his abdominal cavity, and many of the five internal organs, as well as the large intestine and small intestine, had been drooped outside.

A slight movement will cause more organs to flow out.

Xuanyi was a little difficult, so he had to be careful and dragged Chang Lin's body out of the "mass grave" and dragged to the open space in the temple.

Xuan counted and counted, no matter how he counted, there were two less bodies.

He turned his bright red pearl from side to side, thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered that there were still corpses of "Dialectical Truth" and "Interpretation" that had not yet been found.

It should be near the bell tower. Xuanyi recalled, stepped over the corpses one by one, and headed towards the bell tower.

In the distance, he saw the corpse of the Emperor lying in the doorway of the bell tower. He still had a sword in his hand, and his face had aged considerably.

From childhood to adulthood, Xuanyi has never changed much. is always half a hundred, with clear eyes and infinite intelligence. It seems that the next moment he will sit and become a Buddha and give birth to a Buddha relic.

But such a person, holding a long sword, is like a different person. The muscles are intertwined, and the skin is scarred. Under the blood moon, the gods are like the gods of the nine heavens. frowned, and countless deaths and injuries occurred.

He doesn't grow old, just because he can't rest assured. only to stop the long flow of time.

Now that Xuan Yi has experienced everything overnight and has his own direction in his heart, he is at ease and can finally grow old.

Xuan Yi stroked his eyebrows and closed his eyes.

"Abbot, rest!" Xuan Yi took out the long sword from Bianzhen's hand and picked up Bianzhen's body.

He's light. Rickets on the back. That's exactly what an old man should look like at this age.

The last person is Shi Jian.

Genichi walked into the bell tower, rubbed the flint and lit the torch. He saw that outside the familiar dark passage, Shi Jian had several swords in his body, huddled in the corner.

In his arms, a head was hugged tightly.

It's the head of the Red Sleeves.

Xuanyi heard the story of these two for the first time last night, and it turned out that Uncle Shi Jian was amorous by nature, but he was also amorous and free.

He harmed not only the monks of Garan, but also their lovers in Hongchen.

After nearly 20 years of silence, in this remote place in the South Ridge, how many wives have been separated, all because of Xuan Yi alone?

Xuanyi wanted to pick up Shi Jian first, but the head was like growing in Shi Jian's arms, and it couldn't be separated.

The two have become one with each other.

Xuan thought about it, and then he stopped destroying it, and the corpses of the two were still like this.

He picked them up, and saw that their faces were smiling, a little weird, a little moved. It's like two children who have found a treasure.

That's great.

Xuan Yi placed more than a dozen corpses in the same clearing. He was not willing to abandon them in this "mass grave", so he planned to come back and dig up the earth for their graves. Buried in Garan.

They were able to comfort the spirits of the dead so that they could be relieved to go on their way.

Genichi found the tool and began to dig the earth, the dust was kicked up, and the blood had seeped into the ground for three points. Even the newly opened soil is full of red.

From then on, I am afraid that this blood-stained land can no longer be used as a temple, and I am afraid that after one night, it will become a "mass grave" in Nanling. The evil spirit is awe-inspiring.

The Golden Buddha narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. Its golden garment became a bloody garment, and yesterday, when it was full of blood, it also wanted to wait for the opportunity.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors