Centering Temple, backyard.

"It's been a long time, but it's still the same place." He Shan's face was as usual, but he felt a little emotion in his heart, after many years, living cautiously in this depressing place had already made him develop the habit of being moody and invisible, even if his heart fluctuated greatly, his face would never show the slightest emotion, unless it was necessary to use this emotion.

Of course, to outsiders, this is no different from facial paralysis.

He Shan slowed down, the road in the backyard was originally just a dirt road that was stepped out, but now it has been paved with bluestone, and some flowers and plants have been planted on both sides of the road, and the Zen room not far away looks a little old, but it is still taken care of, and it is not abandoned.

Strictly speaking, this is not the scope of the Dingxin Temple, in the beginning, it was just a place for children to play here, and later the servants sent to the temple could not live in the temple so these stone houses were built here, and the teacher invited by Heshan also lived here, and now there are traces of the dismantled stove at the door of the two meditation rooms.

"It's a pity that ......" He Shan felt a little sad in his heart, four of his junior brothers who had been with him for many years had died, and the corpses were incomplete, even if there were no corpses, the two heads were also opened by him, because he would not be able to find a place for cremation at the bottom of the mountain for a while and a half, and he was worried about the corpses on the road, so he simply blew his head.

People can be ruthless, those junior brothers were a group of helpless children, his senior brother endured the feeling of discomfort and alienation in the other world, from eating and drinking to living, one by one to help those children solve, in a blink of an eye, before they could mix anything, four died, and I don't know how many will die in the future.

This centering temple is very weird, a foreign monk in Guangming already has that weird feeling, the old monk is getting more and more fierce, one day the wind will slaughter the temple up and down, He Shan will not have the slightest accident, he has seen the old monk murderous, a few seconds to kill dozens of bandits scene.

He Shan stopped and said in a loud voice, "Where is Senior Brother Guangming?" ”

"Cough, cough, cough" Guangming's violent coughing sound suddenly sounded from the farthest meditation room.

He Shan did not act rashly, but stopped and looked around, confirmed the way back, and then said, "Senior Brother Guangming, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"Hehehe" Guangming laughed, his voice hoarse and a little smiling, "Senior Brother Jingshan, if I want to kill you, you have no chance to resist at all, I know that you have dealings with several martial arts halls in the county, but you underestimate the real martial arts." ”

"You can't have the heart to harm others, and you can't have the heart to prevent people." He Shan said this, but he didn't take half a step forward.

"Hey" Guangming sighed, said: "I was a warrior monk of Ciying Temple in Qu'an Mansion, twenty-five years ago, an immortal promotion order was born in this remote Qu'an Mansion, when I was sent out by the master to take refuge, and then I heard that almost all the people in the martial arts in Qu'an Mansion were slaughtered, ten years ago when I came back again to find this place along the clues, and finally found the Dingxin Temple." ”

"Old monk?" Seeing that Guangming had stopped talking, He Shan answered and asked.

"It's our host, the owner of Dingxin Temple, and the former elder of Ciying Temple, Yuanzheng, but as far as I know, he should cough cough cough" Guangming coughed violently again and then his voice became extremely weak, and finally he was completely silent.

According to common sense, He Shan should go over and find out, after all, the broken dog should die, but he still has to wait for him to expose the underneath before he can die, but-

"Farewell." The discomfort of the needle prick had turned into pure malice, and He Shan didn't feel right with his ass, so he turned his head and left, and before he could take two steps, a black shadow jumped behind him from the meditation room.

"It's good to come!" He Shan turned around and threw a punch.

"Bang!" The black shadow was repulsed, and when it fell to the ground, it was realized that it was Guangming, whose body had turned into white bones.

"Senior Brother Guangming's ghost looks like this, it must not be a good thing to come to me." He Shan glanced at the blackened bandage on his fist, and knew in his heart that the ghost thing in front of him was probably inexplicably corroded, not like liquid, it had already turned into a skeleton, where did the liquid come from.

"Why should the junior brother care about the skin?" Guangming's face is full of compassion, his fleshy hands are in the shape of flowers, his white bone hands are standing on his chest, and a purple-black heart is beating slowly in the skeleton, which looks very evil.

"Didn't Senior Brother Guangming think that he had cultivated the White Bone View?" He Shan's face was full of sarcasm, the so-called white bone view, is one of the five Zen methods of Buddhism, in order to observe the white bones to frighten the heart of life and death and extinguish the greed for the color body, pay attention to the first view of oneself as white bones, and then look at other artificial white bones, so as to see through the life and death of the red dust.

But this is only the realm of legends, and in the past, this Guangming did not have that Buddhist practice at all.

Not to mention He Shan's keen five senses, he clearly felt Guangming's increasingly strong malice.

"Amitabha, my junior brother is in love, senior brother, I will help you achieve the Dharma!" Although Guangming said this, the appetite in his eyes and face could no longer be hidden, and the pupils of half of Bai Gu's face flashed with a strange red light, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards He Shan.

"Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, Buddha, your mother!" He Shan took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the other party's speed had exceeded the limit of his eyesight, without igniting the small universe, he wanted to deal with such an opponent with only five senses, rely on himself, and believe in himself......

"Bang~Snort"

The moment the palm of his hand touched the bone claw, the sound like boiling steam rose suddenly, Guangming's eyes were a little stunned, judging from the fight just now, it was impossible for this junior brother's strength to catch this one, let alone reach out and grab it in the air......

"Let's fight!" He Shan opened his eyes, he can actually escape, no matter how strong and weird Guangming is in front of him, that feeling is definitely not as good as the old monk, since Guangming wants to attack him, to eat him, and must lead him to the back mountain, then this thing must not dare to mess around in the Dingxin Temple, as long as he escapes to the Dingxin Temple, he will be safe and sound.

He was careful not to go deeper into the meditation room at the beginning, and now he was less than three hundred meters away from the Dingxin Temple, and with his speed, he could pass through in the blink of an eye, even if Guangming attacked from behind, it was impossible to kill him at such a distance.

Can......

He Shan didn't want to run away.

I don't know when he suppressed his inner emotions, not to speak, not to listen, not to see......

Just live.

But is it really okay to just live?

He Shan only felt that a fire was ignited in his heart, and infinite anger poured out, and the interpretation of the fighter suddenly flashed in his heart-

The so-called fighters, those who have the courage to fight!