The blade flickered under the moon.

A fallen leaf fell, and suddenly drifted far away, as if under an indescribable magic.

Kiyono Temple is close in front of you, a huge bell hangs from the trunk of a tree, the cold wind blows by, humming, and there are no monks or wild ghosts below.

The inside was deserted, the door panel was dilapidated, and the statues inside were old, but there was no trace of majesty.

He didn't look at the temple, and suddenly a blade stretched out in front of him.

The dim moonlight, the cold blade, who is underneath? Lake-clothed Ji couldn't guess.

Wusheng took her hand and walked over suddenly.

The sword light flew up suddenly, much faster than Hu Yiji imagined, less than three feet away from the blade, and suddenly moved.

A figure suddenly swept out from below, the sword flashing, slashing straight at the lifeless head.

The speed of the action, the fierceness of the force, and the brightness of the cold light are really unimaginable, and it is really impossible to face.

The man sneered and swung a knife, and said coldly, "Take your life." ”

When these words were spoken, the expression on his face suddenly froze and froze to death, his muscles suddenly twisted and deformed, the high convex green tendon on his neck rose and fell violently, and his eyes still had a wicked smile.

The knife stabbed to the ground, and the person suddenly fell.

Every muscle in his body shook violently, and then he didn't move.

Hu Yiji gritted her teeth and hissed, crying, she saw this person staring at them in a daze, a pair of bright and cold eyes, indescribably cold and cruel.

There is no trace of timidity, a slight hint of excitement and lewdness.

When this man fell, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in his chest, a bloody hole.

The blood poured out of it suddenly, and it was a foot high, and when the blood fell, it was when the eyes became dim and weak, and he seemed to have been extremely satisfied, extremely tired, and completely sleepy, and then fell asleep, and fell asleep forever.

Hu Yiji only felt that the soles of her feet were numb, her legs couldn't stand, and she couldn't lift any strength when she was soft.

The tip of the spear slid down with drops of blood, and the cloak fluttered softly.

Wusheng turned his head, stared at Hu Yiji, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, they can't hurt you." ”

Hu Yiji nodded, her hand tightly holding Wusheng's hand, "Who are you?" ”

Wusheng suddenly stared at Hu Yiji, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Hu Yiji struggled to control herself, trying to say, "Why did you shoot so fast?" Why didn't I see how to shoot? ”

Speechless, exhale.

It was as if he had seen something strange and returned to normal, as is sometimes the case with frightened people.

"Why are you so much faster than them? Hurry up and make it invisible? ”

Silent without life.

Hu Yi Ji didn't say anything, lowered her head, and stared at the earth.

She gazed at the earth and heard a sharp and peculiar voice.

At this time, Wusheng suddenly mentioned that she flew diagonally, and countless cold stars shot out, snatching ...... and settling into the earth.

A shuriken the size of an arm, straight into the earth, with no one and no ghosts.

All around was the rustle of cold wind against the leaves.

The lifeless stone statue stood on the branch of a forest leaf, and its empty eyes stared and poked ahead, as if it wanted to poke everything in front of it to death on the ground.

Hu Yiji gasped and stared ahead, then at the sky, and finally at Wusheng, "No one, are they ghosts?" ”

"They're not ghosts."

As they spoke, they reached the bottom in one step, and when they got to the bottom, they slowly retracted the gun, and the retraction was very slow, very slow.

Blood slowly slid down the tip of the spear.

A man suddenly screamed and fell from among the leaves of the forest, blood suddenly splashed out of his chest, and the tender green leaves were suddenly dyed blood red.

When he fell to the ground, he suddenly remained motionless, and in the night light, Hu Yiji clearly saw that this person's eyes were almost falling out, and he stared at Wusheng in a daze, with indescribable surprise, disbelief, and resentment in his eyes.

"Who is this man? Why is it here? ”

Silent without life.

He pulled Huyi Ji slowly towards the temple, and the intention of killing in the cold wind was even stronger.

Hu Yiji held Wusheng's hand and held it tightly, "What kind of place is this?" ”

Her words trembled violently and unsteadily, and her heart was about to be shattered.

Wusheng suddenly stopped and stared at Hu Yiji, "This is not the temple that the monk said, let alone Qingye Temple, this is a place to kill people." ”

Hu Yiji was silent, her teeth chattering.

"The monk has a blood-red underneath the Zen staff in his hand, he is not a serious monk, he is also a murderer."

Hu Yi Ji trembled, "You actually know? ”

Wusheng nodded slowly, and the gun in his hand slowly retracted, retracting very slowly.

The cloak fluttered in the wind, and the tip of the spear was dripping with blood.

"Of course I know that he is not a monk, and I also know that he is a demon monk and Buddha cave who kills people without blinking."

Huyi Ji gritted her teeth, "What is the Buddha Cave?" ”

"The Buddha Cave is his name, he is the Demon King who has killed countless people, the Buddha Cave." Wusheng exhaled, staring and poking into the distance.

Not far away, the temple bell was buzzing, and the doors and windows were wide open, dilapidated or broken.

A few tall cedar trees swayed in the wind, as if trying to tell the world something.

Hu Yiji stared at the temple, and suddenly said, "Is that his temple?" ”

"It's not a temple, it's a hell for killing."

Hu Yiji looked at the huge Buddha on the wall, and then at the hanging giant bell, "There is a giant bell there." ”

"That bell was a death bell for the dead, and every time he killed someone, he struck it."

Hu Yiji suddenly closed her eyes tightly and slowly squatted down, as if she was unable to move forward, "You actually came to this place?" ”

Without saying a word, he gently helped him up.

He pulled Huyi Ji slowly towards the temple, walking very slowly.

Suddenly a ghostly fire appeared in the moonlight, and it suddenly fell into the temple, just below the giant bell.

The monk was munching on roast chicken below, drinking wine, lying on the tatami mat, smiling, as if he was very proud.

"You're actually able to come here." He paused a few times as he spoke, and chewed the roast chicken in his mouth a dozen times.

The monk looked at Wusheng, then at Huyiji, and suddenly said, "You can look down from above, maybe you can see it clearly." ”

Silent without life.

Hu Yiji suddenly spoke, "You're not a monk?" ”

The monk smiled, "I'm a monk, a serious monk." ”

As he spoke, he nibbled on roast chicken and drank wine, and his eyes narrowed.

He was staring at the moonlight.

Huyi Ji sneered, "Monks can't drink alcohol or eat meat. ”

The monk nodded, smiled again, and then said, "Who said that monks can't eat meat?" Who says monks can't drink? ”

Hu Yiji blinked, and then continued, "There are rules and precepts here, and there is nothing you don't know about being a monk." ”

"What are the precepts? I haven't heard of it. The monk looked at the giant bell and said slowly, "There is no one here to explain the rules and precepts. ”

Hu Yiji was speechless.

The monk narrowed his eyes and laughed, "You are such a strange woman, you actually told me the rules and precepts, and you really laughed at me." ”

Huyi Ji was silent, and she pulled Wusheng towards the cliff mouth.

It was quiet below, and there was not a trace of a vicious fight, and the ground was slowly fogging.

Hu Yiji stared and said lightly, "There is no action below, are they finished?" ”

"No, they're not over."

"They haven't fought yet?" Huyi Ji looked solemn.

"Maybe."

The monk walked over slowly, the roast chicken in his hand was gone, and a Zen staff appeared in his hand.

The nine brass rings tinkled, and their expressions became indescribably sarcastic and mocking, "They have already fought each other." ”

Hu Yiji's heart was flustered, and her words trembled slightly, "You saw it?" Is it Takeda Shingen who won? Or did Ken Uesugi win? ”

The monk smiled, his smile no longer had a hint of Buddha's meaning, "The two of them did not win, nor did they lose." ”

Koihime's heart relaxed a lot, he was not defeated, and Takeda Shingen was not in danger.

She suddenly stared at Wusheng and said softly, "Can we go down and have a look?" ”

Silent without life.

"You must not go down." This sentence turned out to be a monk or.

Hu Yiji sneered, "Why can't we go down and have a look?" ”

"Because someone paid me to kill Wusheng." Before he finished his words, the Zen staff in his hand suddenly flew up.

Stabbing the back of lifeless, this trick is really thrilling and unexpected.

They were also very close, and they should have killed Wusheng, but they didn't stab it, the Zen staff had obviously been stabbed, and the monk had clearly seen the Zen staff stabbed into the lifeless body.

But at that moment, the person in front of the Zen staff suddenly disappeared, as if he had been stabbed by the Zen staff.

When he saw that Wusheng was gone, the move could no longer be retracted, and the castration was as urgent as a crossbow arrow.

He had already crashed into more than a dozen trees, and a large number of trees fell in an instant.

Wusheng had already arrived not far away, standing upright like a stone statue, staring and poking at the monk with empty eyes like spearheads, but he did not speak.

The monk gritted his teeth and patted the dust on his body, and the force of this blow was not small.

"You ......." He was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Neither is alive nor moving.

The monk sneered, "I didn't expect that even I wouldn't be able to hurt you, you really aren't a spear god." ”

Hu Yiji smiled, "Then what is he?" ”

"Whatever it looks like, it won't look like a gun god." Suddenly, he slowly walked towards Wusheng and stared at Wusheng's gun.

"Could it be that he is a gun demon, a mysterious gun demon?"

The monk nodded.

He suddenly stood not far from Wusheng, nine copper rings clanging.

The moonlight shone on his cheeks, but it was already very pitiful, very sad, and no one knew why he was sad.

"Why don't you come and kill me?"

The monk shook his head, "I'm a monk, not a stupid person. ”

Speechless, already waiting for him to continue, his words are not over.

The monk said, "I can't kill you, I'm too lazy to kill, if you want to find someone to kill you, just find someone else, don't come to me." ”

He pointed to the woods, "There are many more out there to kill you, and I will not be left alone." ”

Lifeless eyes had fallen to the trees, and he nodded slowly.

Lin Ye swayed in the night, and every dim place seemed to be hiding from a person, of course, a murderer.

A figure stood far away and beckoned to Wusheng, "Come in, there are a lot of masters here." ”

The monk sneered, waved his hand again, and motioned for him to come over.

Wusheng stared and poked the monk, "Don't you want to kill me?" Earn a little extra money? ”

The monk stared at Wusheng and sneered, shook his head again, but said, "There is something I don't understand. ”

"Tell me about it."

The monk's gaze was fixed on Wusheng, "Why didn't your gun kill me?" How many chances did you have to kill me just now? ”

"I don't want to kill you." Wusheng looked at his bald head and continued, "I really don't like to kill people like you. ”

The monk's smile became vicious and resentful, and he suddenly said, "Why? ”

"Because you're pathetic."

This sentence was not only surprising to the monk, but also to the lake, she looked at the monk, whether she looked horizontally or vertically, she couldn't find a trace of pity, only terrible and hateful.

In particular, his shot was not only terrifying, but also extremely dangerous.

The monk seemed to be stunned, "Where am I pitiful?" ”

Wusheng's eyes stared at his cheek like a spear, and then at his face, "Because you're not a monk." ”

The monk didn't understand, couldn't figure out what it meant, "I'm not a monk in the first place." ”

"But you just guard a monastery, but you are no different from a monk."

The monk was silent, the green tendons in the corners of his forehead were beating, and his hands were suddenly clenched.

"Isn't it very uncomfortable for you to stay here and not recite sutras or sit in meditation?" Wusheng stared at the green tendons that were beating at the corners of his forehead, as if he didn't have a trace of reaction, "Since you are not a monk, you should not abide by the rules and precepts." ”

The monk sneered, "I drink, I eat meat, I kill, how can I obey the rules and precepts?" ”

"Then you should go out and gamble, or find a woman." Wusheng looked at everything in the monastery, and then stared at the monk, "Are you living a very uncomfortable life?" Isn't that pitiful? ”

The monk was speechless.

Suddenly, he strode into a room with his staff in his hand, and he walked without a trace of peculiarity, nor with a hint of anger on his face.

As he walked into the house, he heard strange sounds coming from inside, sometimes the sound of wood pounding on the wall, sometimes the sound of porcelain bowls breaking on the ground,......。

Silent without life.

He pulled the lake to the mouth of the cliff and stared down.

The clouds had become thicker, and no matter how bright the moon was, it could not be removed.

The look of worry on Huyiji's face was even stronger, "We can't see below." ”

Wusheng nodded, "Yes, we can't see it." ”

Hu Yiji smiled bitterly, "Your idea is in vain, we still have to go down." ”

Wusheng nodded.

He took Huyiji's hand and slowly walked towards the forest, which was gloomy, weird, and dim.

The person who beckoned was gone, but in the depths of the forest, a bright light lit up.

A woman is crying under a lonely lamp.

The voice sounded indescribably sad and heartbreaking in the night, and although she was in pain and sorrow, she could not hide the delicate and fresh charm of the girl.

She still has the vitality and vitality of spring!

Hu Yi Ji exclaimed in surprise, "Killer Amo! ”

Mo didn't look up, he still stared at the earth, and kept crying.

Wusheng walked over and gently helped her up, "You shouldn't be here, you should go back, take a good shower, and then have a good rest." ”

Ah Mo raised his head and stared at Wusheng.

Looking at the light, Hu Yiji was taken aback, Ah Mo's body was full of wounds, his clothes were broken, and his expression was extremely haggard and weak.

The long whip marks on his neck were still bleeding, the upper half of the sleeves on his arms had disappeared, and the delicate, snow-white skin had become red and swollen and twisted.

Who did this? How could you bear to attack such a beautiful and pure girl?

The pity and sympathy in Huyiji's eyes were even stronger.

She gently stroked the wound and said softly, "You are a strong woman, you can definitely live, right?" ”

Ah Mo was silent and wept silently.

Hu Yiji gently hugged her in her arms and gently caressed her body, "You are a strong woman, you will never fall like this?" ”

Ah Mo nodded and remained silent.

Her hand tried to exert force, but she found that she didn't need a trace of strength.

Huyi Ji smiled softly, this kind of smile is easy to give people a kind of encouragement and motivation, no matter who is wronged, when encountering this kind of smile, it will give birth to great and sacred strength.

Ah Mo gritted his teeth and put his hand into his arms.

Hu Yiji didn't look at it, she smiled and stared at Ah Guo's cheeks, she hoped that Ah Guo could get more care, so that she could have courage and confidence in facing life.

She is still young, she shouldn't live like this, a girl like her should really have a good laugh, and then bring the beauty and fragrance of the capital to the world, they are flowers.

Delicate, fresh, beautiful and moving.

Lake-clothed Ji stroked her hair, "Who injured you?" ”

Ah Mo didn't speak, her hand slowly stretched out from her arms, her face still looked indescribably sad and sad under the moonlight, but her hand actually emitted a cold light.

Knife light.

The sword flashed, and a short knife stabbed straight into the chest of the lake-clothed hime.

A smile stretched out of Amo's cheeks, a smug and evil grin, and she jumped up laughing and ran into the distance.

More than a dozen cold stars suddenly flew out, and Ah Mo suddenly fell, falling to the cold, hard ground, without a single scream.

The cold wind blew through and the hair on her cheeks blew away, and she still had an evil, lewd smile on her cheeks.

Hu Yiji was also smiling, she tried to reach out, but found that she couldn't give birth to a trace of strength.

She stared at Wusheng silently, trying to open her mouth and said, "I'm ......." ”

She tried, but she could only utter one word, and it seemed as if she had used all the strength of her body.

Sigh of nothingness.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it against the back of the lake-clothed hime, and then he frantically released his internal force.

Hu Yiji smiled, "I can't imagine that there is a man who is willing to do something for me?" ”

Silent without life.

There were already seven or eight figures shaking among the forest leaves, and seven or eight people who were very good at it held swords in their hands.

Unsheathed sword.

The sword light flickered, and a man had swept up, piercing the lifeless back.

The tip of the sword suddenly pierced in, and blood splattered out, shooting at the man holding the sword.

The man screamed and fell, and when he fell, he didn't move.

He's dead!

He had been stabbed to death by the blood that had been spilled!