"Hidden, Xuan, twenty-three. ”

In the middle of the night, a black shadow flickered rapidly at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain. Twenty-three suppressed his breath, thinking of his wife and children's hot kang head, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and the speed of shuttling through the forest became faster and faster.

In the guard, his name is twenty-three. This is a gentleman on the beam, and he is quite famous on the underworld in Yangzhou, and he is nicknamed a cigarette.

Not only does the light skill have a few levels, in order to cover up the breath of life on the body, before each theft, Twenty-three take a cold bath, and then apply the secret grass powder of the ancestors on the body, and transfer the house through the wall, people and animals do not know.

Once sneaked into a rich family, lying on the beam, ready to wait for the owner to fall asleep, steal some gold, silver, treasures, gems, antiques and the like, for himself to spend a period of time in a brothel in Yangzhou.

I closed my eyes and breathed for a long time, and when everything was silent, I was just about to get up, when I suddenly saw two faint blue lights flashing, and I saw the fair and beautiful woman lying next to the fat pig-like rich businessman, who opened her eyes and laughed in a low voice.

Fortunately, I have seen a lot of things in the north and south over the years, and I also know a thing or two about strange techniques. Twenty-three tried his best to suppress his breath, not daring to look at it squarely, only scanning it with his peripheral vision.

In the darkness, the bumpy body rolled over and got out of bed, looked back at the fat pig lying on the bed, and smiled contemptuously.

A bean candle flickered, the room lit up, twenty-three did not dare to move, and the corners of his eyes did not dare to look at the delicate body, lest he mess up his breath.

But then the scene that Yu Guang glimpsed, Twenty-three hurriedly tightened the dantian, and he must not pee out, but the cold sweat on his back could not be controlled, Buddha bless it.

A long, long time ago, there was a legend that mountain spirits and ghosts put on human skins and stole yang energy. But the thing below was covered in scales, tore off a pair of human skins and spread them on the table to look at them carefully, and from time to time he stretched out his long scarlet tongue to lick the places that seemed to have some flaws on the human skin.

I've heard a lot of demons and monsters, and it's the first time I've encountered it, and it looks like a four-legged basilisk? It's better to hear than to witness, Ye Gong is a good dragon, and Twenty-three can't help but fall into the cliché, three points below the umbilicus can't be controlled, and a trace of urine smell comes out between the legs.

The monster covered in scales and armor with sharp claws raised its head, its small and deep nostrils took two deep breaths, and stretched out its tongue to lick it in the air. The two mung bean-like eyes narrowed, and the corners of their mouths seemed to smile.

Knowing that the mind is exposed, twenty-three is no longer hidden, a little on his toes, flying down, he is about to smash the window to escape, he is in mid-air, and secretly swears that he can live, and he will never shoot late at night in the future, let's change the day.

Seeing that the window was close in front of him, Twenty-three was overjoyed, as long as he broke the window and went outside, Lao Tzu would be a veritable smoke.

The waist tightened, Twenty-three looked down, Yin Hong's tongue was slimy, and he was wrapped around his waist like a snake, and a huge force struck, Twenty-three flew back upside down, hit the wall, and slammed, and then the five were burning, and his throat was sweet.

The fat pig on the bed lost too much yang energy, and he couldn't wake up on his stomach, and the four-legged basilisk lay down, landed on all four paws, and crawled to twenty-three step by step.

Twenty-three swallowed the blood in his mouth and made a vow that if he could survive today, he would find a woman who was as gentle as water, get married and have children, and live the rest of his life well.

The claws that flashed with cold light were raised, and in an instant of life and death, the doors and windows were shattered, and two figures flashed out. A cold voice came,

"Earth, Zhu, ghost golden sheep, punish demons according to the law. ”

Then there was a crackling, the corpse of the four-legged snake separated, and the dead could no longer die. Twenty-three, who saved his life, quickly knelt down and begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother for mercy. I didn't want to, but I clicked on the acupoint, was tied up and stuffed into a black bag, and took it all the way to Jinling.

A few years have passed, with a generous salary, doing a terrifying and quite addictive demon hunting work, twenty-three mixed well, and really found a few monsters, and the ranking gradually rose to twenty-three.

The man swore to count, although he was not low, he really put his mind away, quit visiting the Qinglou, put on a brocade dress, twenty-three was quite a dog, and he really found a wife who was as warm as water.

got married, gave birth to a daughter, twenty-three is a lot more stable, and this year I found a monster, in exchange for two months of rest, let go of my mind, and accompany my wife and daughter to spend time in Jinling City.

Double happiness is coming, the daughter-in-law's stomach has moved again, the two of them took their daughters, and the temple altar worshiped one by one, Qixia Temple is said to be a royal dojo on land and water, and is not allowed to enter. But fortunately, there are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and there are also a lot of Jinling.

On this day, I came to the Lingguxin Temple at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, worshiped the Bodhisattva, took my daughter, and walked around in the courtyard of the temple, not wanting to be careless, my daughter fell and opened a small hole on her forehead, and the blood flowed for a long time.

After a busy time, the bleeding finally stopped, and the daughter-in-law was worried that the Bodhisattva would blame, so she pulled herself back and kowtowed a few times, and when she didn't want to come out, she raised her eyes and swept it.

By the lotus pond, the blood that her daughter had just shed on the ground was gone, and there was no trace of cleaning around. Twenty-three was puzzled, his face was not shocked, he comforted the little padded jacket in his arms, glanced at a swaying lotus flower by the pool, and went out of the temple with his worried wife.

Late at night, Twenty-Three got up, lit a piece of agarwood, and placed it in the corner of the room. changed into a night suit, smeared grass powder, looked at the eldest wife and little daughter who slept more soundly, smiled lightly, and carefully took the door and walked out.

I chose a slightly higher place and stared at the Linggu Heart Temple from a distance. I stared at it for a long time without blinking, twenty-three pinched the time, it had been lying on my stomach for an hour and a half, my wife was pregnant with a child, and I got up at night, it seemed that it was time to go back.

Just about to get up, I saw two rays of light faintly like mist in the front yard of the temple in the distance, one golden and one red, flickering and swaying, looking like a fight from a distance.

I touched my waist, but there was no sound, and I couldn't help frowning. Don't be anxious to find demons, you have to be patient to distinguish between good and evil, you have noticed something wrong, and you will come back tomorrow to see what the situation is. Twenty-three carefully got up, took a few steps back, and flew along Zhong Mountain.

All the way through the mountains and mountains, I saw the firelight of Xiaoling from a distance, the corners of my mouth were warm, my waist jingled twice, I was suspicious, and a huge force hit my back and fell into the pile of rocks.

The pain was severe all over his body, he couldn't stand up, he was drowsy in front of him, he bit his mouth tightly, and swallowed the blood in his mouth with all his might, and he struggled for a while, turned over, and a figure stood beside him, as if looking at him with a smile.

Reaching out and trembling to his waist, he grabbed a copper smoke ball,

"Xuan, um, twenty-three, um, identify, um, for the devil, for the spirit"

Intermittently, before the words were finished, a golden light flashed, the smoke ball in Twenty-three's hands shattered and scattered, and a huge force hit his chest, rubbing the ground and hitting the foot of the mountain, Twenty-three, who was lying in the pile of rubble, had a warm smile on the corner of his mouth under the scarlet face, and there was no sound.

The golden light on the black shadow dissipated, and he glanced at the little fire of Xiaoling in the distance, and turned to sweep towards the mountain.

It was already early autumn, and the coolness was gradually rising, and there were a few pieces of yellow bronze and white fragments stained with blood scattered on the hands of Twenty-three lying in the pile of rubble, full of blood.

The white fragments seemed to have drunk blood, and with spiritual sense, they began to tremble constantly, and slowly began to beat among the rocks, and several pieces jumped together, piecing together into a small bird, only Bai Sensen's bones, wings flapped twice, and trembling and flew up.

The one-inch-long, bee-like white bony bird circled around Twenty-Three twice, and one accelerated, flying towards the city.

The white bone bird flew all the way over the filial piety tomb, rubbed the edge of the palace and flew over the tail of Zhongshan Longguang Mountain, Longguang Mountain is like a tail like gold, it is also called Fugui Mountain, and Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Taizu who lies in Xiaoling, has given the name "Long Live Mountain".

In the long live mountain swept by, there is a small mountain bag, the same as the boat, it is the small Jiuhua Mountain containing the relics of the parietal bones of the monk Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty, flying over the small Jiuhua, in front of it is a pure temple, it is the Jiming Temple.

It was the beginning of the day, the sky was about to dawn, and the Jiming Temple was silent, and the white bone bird went around to the edge of a clearing in the backyard, where there stood a one-man tall black wood, and the two of them could hug each other. The rough wood was faintly covered with black holes the size of fists.

The white bone bird seemed to return to the light, suddenly accelerated, and rushed into a black hole, and did not slow down in the black hole, rushing straight through.

There was no collision with broken bones, the black hole was deep connected to a space of two zhang square, an oil lamp in the middle, faintly burning, one side of the wall was densely covered with hundreds of fist-sized hollows, most of them were empty, and there were also one or two white bone birds lying in it, curled up and sleeping, it should be a bird's nest.

On the other side of a long table, there are layers of white paper piled up in one corner, and blank papers are neatly placed in the middle of the table.

Rushed down from the hole in the upper left corner of the room, landed unsteadily, hit the frame and almost fell apart, struggled to get up from the ground, fluttered a few times, jumped on the table, and jumped on a white paper nearby, the white bone bird's pointed beak tinkled and tinked, on the white paper or compact or alienated, pecked a bunch of empty spots.

After knocking, on the white paper, I tried my best to draw an inch-long horizontal line, but the oil was also exhausted, the small bones and legs trembled a few times, squatted down, hung down my head, and the click sound sounded, and it shattered into a pile of white bones.

A bright color spread in the sky, and there were no chickens in the Jiming Temple, only the clear bell rang. The door opened, and a few bald figures slowly and leisurely, stretching their waists in the Jiming Temple, sighing, and starting a day of penance again.

Under the backyard of Jiming Temple, a light lit up in the dark basement, looking at the light, this underground space is extremely wide, and this light seems to be swaying in the netherworld and hell, and there is no end.

The figure carrying the candlelight led the oil lamps on the walls on both sides in turn as he walked.

When the lights came on, I saw a long walkway, with thick iron doors on both sides, and the word "Xuan" was engraved on the doors, most of which were locked, and only a few doors were not locked, and it seemed that there were people or things living inside.

At the end, there was an iron staircase, and when I turned to another black hole, the figure was familiar with the way, and walked down the stairs step by step.

This is a circular space, very wide, against the wall, seven large houses on each side of the south, east and west, up and down two floors, the door is carved with patterns, there are many birds and beasts, there are also bats and earthworms, a big empty courtyard in the middle, four stone tables around the city, a big black stone in the middle, it must be as big as a house.

This is relatively clear, the east side of the black stone is carved with a green dragon, the carving master's craftsmanship seems to be very good, the dragon seems to be churning in the dark clouds, the east scales and west claws, surging, the momentum is overwhelming.

A white tiger carved on the west side, full of food, lying on the stone, napping leisurely, only a pair of tiger eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a trace of murderous intention.

Long-necked phoenix-shaped, long-legged crane-shaped, winged like an eagle, a vermilion bird carved on the southern stone wall, soaring and flying, full of flames, reflecting a piece of black stone with red.

Northern Xuanwu, a snake in the turtle, a heavy tortoise, the tortoise shell is yellow and blue, mottled vicissitudes, and there is a hideous python wrapped around its body, looking up to the sky and roaring.

The headquarters of the hidden guard turned out to be under this Jiming Temple. The figure swept around, lit the lights on the wall, and then turned and walked out the door, continuing down the stairs.

In the open darkness, a small courtyard, push open the door, the yard is very brightly opened, four small rooms in the front yard, the door says southeast and northwest, the door is dusty all over the south, northwest and south, it seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time, only the east gate looks quite clean. The figure that seemed to be old did not stop, pushed open the door, and entered the inner courtyard.

In the inner courtyard stood a figure with a long knife at his waist and a white piece of paper in his hand, which was dotted with dents.

The old figure with the lantern stepped forward and looked at the man by the light, generally tall, quite thin, thirty-four or five years old, eagle-eyed and sword-eyed, with a murderous aura between his eyebrows. The bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are thin and tightly pursed.

The old figure carrying the lamp saw the white paper he was carrying, frowned slightly, and asked softly,

"Zhang Huwei, what is this?"

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Tie, the personal guard of the left commander of the hidden guard, looked sideways at the old man, bowed and bowed,

"Wei Lao, Xuanwei twenty-three, at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, was attacked and killed. ”

The old man with the lantern sighed,

"They still dare to make a move under Jinling City, it is really becoming more and more presumptuous. ”

After that, he ignored Zhang Tie, hung the oil lamp on the courtyard wall, picked up a broom, and began to sweep the ground.