82_82884 Strange to say, since the sound of the Buddha sounded, the layer of black fluff growing under his feet actually stopped growing, and was still retracting into the dirt little by little.

Wushuang heard the sound and got into the stone room, using a wolf's eye flashlight, this is a small space of only about ten square meters, there is a stone bed in the room, there is a corpse sitting on the bed, the corpse has long been decomposed and only a white bone remains, the corpse is draped in a golden robe, this corpse is sitting cross-legged on the stone bed with his hands folded.

Could it be? Could it be that he was the one who sang the scriptures just now? Who is this sacred, why did he sit under this dry well? Just to suppress that black substance?

In addition to the corpse, there was a rusty knife on the stone bed, and under the short knife was a piece of rice paper, on which was a bloody letter.

"Changbai is the knot of the eternal spiritual veins, the spiritual mountain has been closed for a long time, the generation of Changbai, the belly of the ice field, the black evil descended into the world, this is the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the disaster of the world, all living beings can not do good, its evil demons are all over the wilderness, and the souls of the dead are scattered. In this world, there are strange people and mysteries, and it is wonderful to say that the Mahayana can be good at blood. The monk is ashamed to be a Mahayana, however, Buddha Yun, I don't go to hell who goes to hell, therefore, the little monk ordered the disciple to sink the corpse here, the monk's soul is not a sage, and the Dharma is not Mahayana, and it must eventually dissipate. If behind you, a person with fate comes, don't forget the monk's advice, it is a blessing in the world to get good karma in addition to this demon!"

The inscription is: Liaoxi Hongde monk.

Could this be the famous Master Hongde?

I think that when my grandfather Wu Gongyao was alive, he often mentioned this monk to his subordinates, and Master Hongde traveled all over the world to Pudu sentient beings all over his life, and went to India and Malay...... and other places to preach the scriptures and teach the Fa, and he is definitely a national treasure-level archmage in the late Qing Dynasty. I heard that he had a great friendship with the Yin and Yang Xuandao, but I didn't expect that this old mage I had such a result in the end, and his sitting bones died in the dry well under the northern slope of Changbai Mountain.

Wushuang sighed, in order to show his respect for Master Hongde, he wanted to kneel down and kowtow a few times, he was also a person of fate, although he couldn't leave with his bones, but he could also fulfill the old mage's last wish to completely destroy the goblin. But after thinking about it, he is a descendant of thieves, a person from the rivers and lakes, his hands are covered with blood, it stands to reason that he must not kneel down to worship gods and Buddhas, Yin and Yang Xuandao is his ancestor, and this Hongde Grand Master is the same generation as Xuandao and his old man, how can he kneel and worship? Isn't that to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?

"Sin sin, sin sin, the younger generation Wushuang inadvertently broke into your old dwelling, and it is really a sin to spare your old Qing Xiu. I'll find a way to go to your last wish, see if I can completely destroy that goblin, you can reincarnate quickly, don't poke it here, it's cold. Wushuang clasped his hands together and muttered in his mouth.

It can be said that this thing can't even be eliminated by Master Hongde when he was alive, so how can he be compared to Master Hongde?

Wushuang had an idea, since Yin Yang Xuandao once said that the senior monks of Mahayana Buddhism can use their own blood to suppress this evil thing, Master Hongde's suicide note is a modest statement, he said that he is a small monk, and there is no Mahayana Buddhism, but if he is not a high monk, I am afraid that few monks in that era dare to call themselves.

Wushuang clearly remembered last night's dream, the big-headed monster baby was very painful after sucking his soul, and quickly vomited it again. This shows that his physique is different from the substance he needs, and it can be said that the soul in his body specializes in restraining the evil spirit of this big-headed monster baby, so in this case, will his hot blood have a greater effect?

Wushuang didn't know that there were four foreign fires in the five elements of his life, so his soul was a pure yang soul, and his blood was samadhi boiling blood, and no evil thing could touch it.

Thinking of this, Wushuang turned around and came out of the stone chamber where Master Hongde had passed away, he stood in front of the black fluff and looked at it, and then tightly held the sharp front blade of his dagger with his left hand, that dagger was extremely sharp, not to mention human hands, even if it was steel.

The tearing pain made Wushuang frown, and hot blood immediately flowed from his palm, and the blood dripped down the lines of his palm, dripping onto the mysterious black fluff parasitic on the surface of the dark red clay.

His blood was as hot as magma in a volcano for any dirty thing with yin energy, and as soon as the blood dripped on the black fluff, it immediately burned like fire, and it withered, and a gust of yin wind roared down the well, accompanied by the desolate cry of a baby. The cry pierced the eardrums.

This layer of black fluff smelled like it had been burned by fire, and then it completely withered, and then from the clay at the bottom of the well actually oozed a sticky black water, which Wushuang had seen in his dream last night.

The black water gathered from all directions and finally formed a distorted baby face, the expression of that face was very frightened, very angry, very tangled, as if begging Wushuang to let him go, and as if warning Wushuang not to do much.

"Your uncle, now you know to beg me, what were you doing last night? If it weren't for Lao Tzu's strong soul, he would have been fucking with Master Hongde last night!

Wushuang's heart was ruthless, and he clenched the dagger tightly in his hand, and in an instant, the blood flowed smoothly from the palm of his hand, converging with the black water, and finally, the baby's wail became smaller and smaller, and then, the layer of black liquid was completely melted by Wushuang's blood, and finally turned into solidification, turning into fine sand and soil that was blown away by a yin wind.

"Caidie, drag me down, my hands are a little weak. ”

Lan Caidie worked the well, and dragged Wushuang out of the deep well little by little, and his hands were already red with blood, and the anxious Lan Caidie thought he was seriously injured.

"What's the matter? Oh, such a deep wound? Wrap it up quickly, or you're going to get infected." Lan Caidie is like a casual housekeeper next to Wushuang, carrying everything in her small bag, Yunnan Baiyao, gauze, iodine wine, needlework, anesthetics......

The wound was briefly treated, the bleeding was stopped, and then the two of them hurriedly left the place of right and wrong, and walked down the mountain, where the large team was still waiting for them.

"Let's go!" Wushuang shouted, mounted on horseback and continued to march towards the eastern slope of Changbai Mountain with three iron boxes on his horseback.

This shout is also said, originated in the early years of the Qing Dynasty Shanxi Jin merchants of the earliest mountain horse gang, because at that time the traffic was relatively closed, Shanxi and not waterways, the official road of the imperial court tax burden and high, so the smart Jin merchants organized their own horse gang to transport goods from other provinces, Guangzhou, two lakes, Sichuan and other places back to their hometown to sell, from which to make a profit - 513549 + CQSQC + 522 - >.