Chapter 198: The Bloody Light Temple Rises Again 2

Yes, the second black shadow that swept through the surveillance into the forest was the second young Li Xia, at this moment, he had a newly bought long sword inserted on his back as a talisman, and his whole body was in black clothes, dressed neatly and neatly, which was completely different from before, and he was anxiously rushing to the Blood Light Temple, and the difference between him and the white-clothed Xiushi was about a cup of tea.

He rushed to the gate of the dilapidated temple of the Blood Light Temple in a hurry, and saw that the scene in front of him was still the same, everything was as usual, there was no sign of it, only the sound of the wind, conveying the desolation and depression of the past, confirming the ruin and decline of the Blood Light Temple.

Li Ershao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but ask himself: "Could it be that the white-clothed Xiushi hasn't arrived yet?" He pondered for a moment, and decided to go in, his body swept slightly, as fast as an ape, as light as a raccoon cat, and had flown into the courtyard silently, at this moment, he suddenly found a figure standing at the door of the main hall, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and he jumped to the wall and peeked invisibly.

He saw who this man was, and as expected, it was none other than the white-clothed showman, who had come before him. At this moment, Li Ershao thought of the wolf ambition of the white-clothed Xiushi to harm him, and couldn't help but be full of hatred, his face immediately showed murderous intent, and his eyes flashed with resentful fire, and when he was about to rush out to attack the hidden Xiushi, a thought suddenly stopped his action, and secretly thought, since he is here, why don't I see what the hell he is doing first. Thinking of this, as soon as his body moved, he immediately covered himself and jumped on the top of the temple, came to a pearl inverted curtain, hung the eaves of the temple with his toes, and peeked in with his head downward.

At this time, a cold and terrifying old voice sounded in the hall: "The courage is not small, who has entered the Blood Light Temple again?"

The white-clothed showman laughed at the door of the hall and said, "Zhen Shiyin, the white-clothed showman, is here for the predecessors of the Lord of the Blood Light Temple. ”

Li Ershao was secretly amused, thinking to himself, the ghost in this coffin, Bi Shiyuan, pretended to be really similar, and anyone regarded him as the master of the Blood Light Temple who died and came back to life, but think about how famous the "Flying Harrier" was twenty years ago, hehe, only I know the ulterior secret.

As he was thinking about it, the gloomy voice in the hall began again: "Since you have come here, of course, for the sake of the old man, is there anyone else besides the old man? Why are you here? Aren't you afraid of death?"

The white-clothed Xiushi let out a long laugh, and then said loudly: "The seniors have misunderstood, and I am here for the seniors."

"For me?"

"Yes, I came here to treat the hidden diseases of my predecessors. "The white-clothed Xiushi seems to be confident and fearless.

"How do you know? The ghost man in the coffin was clearly angry, and his voice was so violent that it was terrifying.

"I learned from the boy. The white-clothed showman is very good at figuring out his psychology and pretending to be coy.

"Damn, what a bastard bastard, it's a waste of the old man's scheming, what about others?"

The white-clothed Xiushi was triumphant and said slowly: "The old-timers don't have to be angry, because I can't get used to that kid's duplicitous behavior of betraying the secrets of the old-timers, and I have already split that kid into a deep valley, and I have lost my life, which can be regarded as a bad breath on behalf of my predecessors." ”

Li Ershao heard what the white-clothed Xiushi said, he was so angry that he clenched his steel teeth, his eyes widened angrily, and he couldn't wait to immediately slash the white-clothed Xiushi to death, and then crush him to pieces, file his bones and scatter ashes, and it was difficult to understand the hatred in his heart, but when he heard the words of the ghost man Bi Shiyuan, he couldn't help but be suspicious, and secretly wondered, what kind of scheming is "a scheming"? Could it be that he harbored evil intentions and had already made a bet on himself? You can't have the heart to hurt people, you can't have the heart to defend people, Li Ershao, it was because you believed in people too much that you were framed by his emperor Yulong and the white-clothed Xiushi, a lesson from the past, don't you still realize?

He was suspicious in his heart, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he heard the gloomy voice in the hall sound again: "It's okay, save the trouble old man, white-clothed Xiushi, you have already obtained the thousand-year-old dendrobium?"

The white-clothed Xiushi replied: "Yes, after a lot of effort, I finally obtained the thousand-year-old dendrobium, and I worked tirelessly to send it to my seniors, chatting with my heart, and praying that my predecessors could be cured as soon as possible." ”

Li Ershao scolded in his heart: "Although you white-clothed Xiushi said sweetly, so that the old guy can listen to it comfortably, who knows what bad ideas come out of your stomach, maybe it's a weasel to give a New Year's greeting to the chicken--not good." ”

The voice of the ghost man Bi Shiyuan sounded again: "Hehe, okay! The old man will take you this love, and I will have to repay you in the future - send the thousand-year-old dendrobium quickly." ”

The white-clothed Xiushi smiled and said treacherously: "The seniors promised, and the juniors thanked me first, but I don't know how the seniors will repay me?"

"Hmph, when the old man goes out of the rivers and lakes again, when he starts to kill, he can spare you alone. ”

"Then I should thank my predecessors for not killing in advance. The white-clothed Xiushi smiled treacherously: "But-"

"But what?"

"If the predecessors didn't have my thousand-year-old dendrobium fairy grass to cure the hidden disease, and the life was merely low, how could the predecessors say that they would not die?"

Li Ershao scolded in his heart, such a cunning person, worthy of being a white-eyed wolf Zhen Shiyin, a white-eyed wolf, is really a sinister person with a bad heart and incomprehensible.

Hearing the gloomy voice in the hall, "What do you mean, the white-clothed Xiushi?"

"I'm just reminding my seniors that I heard that my seniors had said a word. ”

"What?"

"Whoever can obtain the thousand-year-old Dendrobium to cure the hidden diseases of the predecessors, you will tell the relationship between the three missing alliance master orders and the 'Rakshasa order'. ”

A creepy sneer immediately sounded in the hall, and after the laughter, I heard say: "What a cunning villain, it turns out that you also want to get the secret between the two, what if the old man doesn't agree?"

The white-clothed Xiushi laughed, and said excitedly: "It's not reluctant, then you can only retire and bring back the thousand-year-old dendrobium." ”

"Do you think the old man can't kill you forcibly?"

The white-clothed Xiushi seemed to be confident, and replied calmly: "Take precautions, this point has already been guarded against in the future, I am afraid that the ancestors will waste their efforts and may not be able to achieve their wishes." ”

The ghost man Bi Shiyuan seemed to have no confidence, and he was silent, so that the hall fell into a silence, terrifyingly quiet, so quiet that it was suffocating, obviously he felt that he had touched his opponent, and after a while, he heard his voice: "Tell me what precautions you have?"

The white-clothed Xiushi said deceitfully: "The first point, the thousand-year-old dendrobium is not on me, if the seniors can agree to this request, they will be taken immediately, and the second point is that there is a strategy to control the seniors." ”

"Hmph, hmph, in today's martial arts, the old man can't think of anything that can restrain me, what strategy can you have?" Although the ghost man is scheming and spitting out wild words, he obviously has scruples.

The white-clothed Xiushi laughed and said: "With the skills of the master of the Blood Light Temple, this statement is indeed true, no one can beat you, but the seniors don't want to think about it, their hidden diseases have not been cured, and now they are trapped in the coffin, if they put a fire on the bottom, wouldn't the seniors be burned alive?" He didn't know what the Lord of the Blood Light Temple was and what he was afraid of, and he didn't know that the living dead in the coffin were not the "flying harriers" who had been resurrected from the dead , is the ghost man Bi Shiyuan, who is full of indiscriminate numbers, so he doesn't mention this point, but relies on his own guess to knock on the side, which is also his cunning and powerful.

A long and poignant laughter immediately sounded in the hall, which shook the urn of the main hall, and the sound of tiles falling from above was heard, followed by a ghostly voice: "The old man 'Flying Harrier' Shangguan Binyan, the master of the Blood Light Temple, calculated others all his life, and he couldn't imagine that he was blackmailed by you today" Obviously, the master of the Blood Light Temple thought that the white-clothed Xiushi knew all the inside story.

Li Ershao in the room heard his words, and his brain was like an electric shock, and he almost fell off the eaves. Secretly, is this old guy who calls himself Bi Shiyuan lying to me, is he really Shangguan Binyan, the master of the Blood Light Temple, the "Flying Harrier"? Before her death, her confidante Rong Lijuan personally said to herself that her grandfather's left-handed swordsman confessed to her that the "Flying Harrier" Shangguan Binyan had been killed on the front wall of the main hall of the Blood Light Temple by the "Divine Doctor and Martial Arts" Huangfu Qingtian with a flying sword, and he had seen the blood splashed on the front wall with his own eyes in the main hall of the Blood Light Temple, how could he Shangguan Binyan really die and come back to life? It's unbelievable, it's full of mysteries, how can you believe it? Oh my God!

This is really unexpected for Li Ershao, this strange phenomenon appears in the Blood Light Temple, I am afraid that the turmoil will rise again, and he will be killed again. At this moment, he remembered the last time the five sons of Shaolin asked the old man in the coffin in the Xueguang Temple whether he was a human or a ghost?

At this time, Li Ershao no longer has a grateful heart for his ghost man Bi Shiyuan, I don't know whether he is the ghost man Bi Shiyuan, or the dead and resurrected "Flying Harrier" Shangguan Binyan, in short, in his impression, the old guy is not a good thing, because he has seen his hideous face of being a ghost and a man, and secretly hates it, it turns out that the reason why he didn't kill me was to use me as a tool to serve him

When he thought of this, he realized why he deliberately pointed out the name and source of the move first after teaching himself the five tricks, this kind of thoughtful and far-sighted move was nothing more than to have his own preconceived ideas and believe in him. At this moment, he deeply hated and decided, who else could he trust in the people of the world? Why can't people have a heart-to-heart relationship and respect each other? To put it simply, it is the trouble caused by people's selfish desires, and in order to satisfy their own selfish desires, they deceive themselves and intrigue for them, and they have become a tool for them to use, and they have taken risks and made difficulties for thousands of miles, and they have come to send them thousands of miles of dendrobium.

Just when Li Ershao was in a low mood and his thoughts were disordered, he heard a burst of laughter from the white-clothed Xiushi, and knocked on the side and said: "The seniors are good to say, if in terms of resourcefulness, the juniors are not as good as the seniors, but the juniors are here, not to fight wits with the seniors, but to work hard in exchange for your reward, in the tone of the seniors, although you are not afraid of fire, I think you will never bear to make the corpses of your subordinates buried in the coffin be burned again."

There was an eerie laugh in the hall, and he shouted, "Damn, you're a donkey in a big shirt—a kind of person who talks and doesn't do anything." Do you still have the face to ask me about this?"

Li Ershao was shocked again, and said in his heart how could he say such a thing, could it be that the white-clothed Xiushi asked knowingly? Does it have an unclear relationship with him? It seems that things are full of strangeness, and listen to how he answers.