Tang Dynasty, Jishui Town.

It is rumored that there is a dragon lord lying under the water collection ground, but no one has seen it with their own eyes, but the incense of the dragon king temple outside the town is indeed much more prosperous than the Sutuo Temple next to it.

The Dragon King Temple is not big, and two teenagers can be seen in the temple in the midst of incense.

The brocade-clothed boy had a jade pendant of Fushou Ruyi hanging from his waist, and the linen-robed boy was pinned with a dark whetstone.

The person in brocade clothes is called Wu Guanshan, and his ancestors Yu Yin have found an official position in the town and is responsible for maintaining law and order in the town.

The person in the hemp robe is Chen Qingshan, whose parents died young, and he lives by sharpening swords in the town.

"Aoyama, will this work? My net worth and life are all on you. Wu Guanshan took out a blood-stained bead and handed it to Chen Qingshan.

This bead is old, and it does not look like a thing of this dynasty.

Chen Qingshan took it and said angrily: "How do I know, what is taught in the book says that this temple gathers the mental power of the villagers who collect water, and we can't see the golden light, and the monsters see this, like seeing the rolling flames, they can't avoid it." Who told you to run to the general's grave if you were fine? ”

Hearing this, Wu Guanshan's face was a little embarrassed, and he scratched his head embarrassedly: "Isn't this the lack of money in your hands recently?" Don't you know, there are a few Qingqi people on the other side of Wenxiang Lane, and they are beautiful. ”

"So you're going to be a thief in the general's grave?" Chen Qingshan was helpless, he knew that Wu Guanshan liked to listen to music, but he never imagined that this guy would dare to go to the general's mound in order to listen to music.

The so-called general's mound is a valley outside Jishui Town, where a general and his soldiers and horses were buried there somehow, and the valley was full of resentment, and there was a legend that the Yin soldiers borrowed the road.

"I went at noon, but I didn't expect to meet the soldier's corpse, and he saw it." Wu Guanshan shuddered.

There are rumors of walking corpses among the people, the corpse smells the anger of the living and moves, opens its eyes, and sees the living, it is endless, and this time Wu Guanshan provoked the ancient corpse hundreds of years ago, which is very fierce.

"You picked up this bead from the General's Grave?" Chen Qingshan looked at the blood-stained beads in his hand through the sunlight, and felt a little evil if the amber ignited the fire.

A little golden light appeared from the bead and fell into Chen Qingshan's sea of knowledge, making him suddenly feel a little trance, and when Chen Qingshan reacted, he only regarded it as an illusion.

But seeing Wu Guanshan spread out his hand, nodded, and hung his head, fortunately, after a hard trip, he got an unknown bead out, and he was killed.

"I have to find a chance to get rid of the ghosts in the general's mound!" At this time, Wu Guanshan came up bloodily and said angry words. Two old steel knives were taken out from behind him and thrown to the ground with a "bang".

"Let's wait until we get through this." Chen Qingshan scoffed.

He took out a small leather pouch from his waist, put it in, and put some grease on his two fingers and smeared it on the steel knife.

Chen Qingshan leaned down with a steel knife, and the sound of sharpening the knife came out in the Dragon King Temple.

Chen Qingshan prefers swords to knives.

When Chen Qingshan was young, an old Taoist came to the door and said that he wanted to pass on the way of sword cultivation and gave him a sword pill, and then drifted away.

Lao Dao asked Chen Qingshan to watch the sword, look at the different swords, watch the ten thousand swords, the sword pill opened itself, Chen Qingshan had his own sword, and he entered the door of sword cultivation.

So Chen Qingshan sharpened his sword in Jishui Town, for some reason, the weapons in his hands were always sharper than the original, and later he had some reputation, and people often came to visit.

In this troubled world, there is no shortage of people who can use swords, even in this small water collection town.

Time flows like water, the remnant sun is like fire, this dusk seems to be a little different from usual, the sky turns into a picture scroll, slowly spread out under the impetus of clouds and glow, like the largest canopy in the world.

Under the canopy, Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan in front of the Dragon King Temple are sharpening their knives, the little monk in the Xutuo Temple recites the Buddha's name lightly, and listens to the blind old monk talking about the three refuges.

At night, Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan stood on both sides of the door with knives on the left and on the right.

"It's coming!" Wu Guanshan only felt a chill behind him, and the probe saw a corpse figure outside the temple swaying, this corpse was wearing rotten armor, and it flew away from the perched birds on the cold branches.

The sound of wings flapping exploded in the silence, and the night seemed to be colder.

The ancient corpse came to stand outside the temple gate, and in the cold moonlight, its jagged bones could be seen under its tattered armor.

Chen Qingshan held his breath, to be honest, it was the first time he had seen this kind of evil thing that only existed in the storyteller's script.

I don't know if the steel knife can cut off the head of this ancient corpse, Chen Qingshan subconsciously clenched the sharpened steel knife in his hand.

After wandering his mind, the ancient corpse stepped forward and went up the steps.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of an object hitting the portal sounded, but it was the ancient corpse banging on the door, its movements no different from that of a living person, only a little slowly.

Chen Qingshan could even clearly see his hollow eye sockets through the crack in the door, and the rotten qi went straight into his nose.

"This Dragon King Temple, I'm afraid it won't stop him!" Chen Qingshan was the first to realize.

Sure enough, the wooden door began to shake violently, and it was the ancient corpse that exerted its strength.

"Oops!" Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan glanced at each other, and the two of them hurriedly pressed their bodies against the wooden door.

A roar sounded, and a huge force came from the wooden door, and the two of them flew out in an instant, and the door was wide open.

The fog outside spread from the ground and invaded the Dragon King Temple, and the eyes of the ancient corpse slowly lit up with a bloodthirsty red light.

"!" Wu Guanshan bounced up from the ground and slashed at the neck of the ancient corpse, the sound of gold and iron sounded, and sparks flew up.

The ancient corpse stretched out his hand and waved, and his five fingers were like daggers, slashing across Wu Guanshan's body, and five blood marks appeared from Wu Guanshan's body.

Then the ancient corpse straightened his arms, and if two slender iron hammers pierced the flesh and blood on Wu Guanshan's shoulders, one by one, Wu Guanshan slammed straight into the dragon lord who was sitting upright.

The whole small temple shook.

Under the broken shrine, Wu Guanshan curled up into a shrimp, and a hissing sound came from his body, which was the relationship between vigorous breathing and tearing his vocal cords.

It can be seen that a large handful of blood slowly flowed out from under Wu Guanshan.

In just one face, Wu Guanshan was seriously injured and lost the strength to resist.

"Your uncle, Wu Guanshan, why are you provoking such a murderer, the dead man's things are so easy to take?!"

Although Chen Qingshan scolded on his lips, he immediately greeted him with a knife, wanting to block Wu Guanshan, he could see that this ancient corpse was going to kill Wu Guanshan.

It's just that this ancient corpse is copper and iron, and the steel knife in Chen Qingshan's hand has no effect on it at all, but has a tendency to provoke it.

Every time they fought, the qi and blood in Chen Qingshan's body surged, and the slightest sweetness surged up to Chen Qingshan's throat, and there were more large and small wounds on his body, and the dark blue color spread out from Chen Qingshan's body, which was because of the corpse poison.

During the fight, Chen Qingshan had no way to retreat, and landed on the remnants of the Dragon Lord behind him.

The dragon lord's head rolled down drippingly, fading the gold leaf, revealing the earthy grass clippings in it, stained with blood, and looking a little desolate.

"Get out!" Chen Qingshan knew that he couldn't go on like this, so he used all his strength to slash out a knife, his right arm was stained with blood, and the steel knife in his hand was broken by the violent impact, and finally cut the ancient corpse aside, and the moonlight outside the house was shining, illuminating a way for the two of them to escape.

I don't know where the strength came from, Chen Qingshan hurriedly helped Wu Guanshan to escape from the Dragon King Temple.

It's just that as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hall, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and the smell of decay entered his nose, and Chen Qingshan knew that the ancient corpse had come behind him.

Chen Qingshan could feel the sharp aura on his back, which was the fingernails of the ancient corpse.

"Wu Guanshan, knowing you, I can be regarded as eight lifetimes of mold!"

Chen Qingshan pushed Wu Guanshan outside the temple, and Wu Guanshan only felt that his eyes lit up, and he fell into a large piece of moonlight. Looking back, I saw Chen Qingshan holding the door frame with both hands, and using his back to resist the roaring rotten armor ancient corpse.

Chen Qingshan's mouth opened and closed, and he spit out the word "run", and the five fingers of the ancient corpse behind him were like knives, and they were about to cut off Chen Qingshan's neck.

"No, don't!" He Wu Guanshan has always been uninhibited, and he has never done anything regretted in his life, but at this moment, seeing that Chen Qingshan was going to die for himself, he finally felt afraid.

Chen Qingshan felt the coldness on his neck, and as soon as his heart was crossed, he was about to detonate the sword pill in his abdomen and die with this ancient corpse.

In his opinion, it is better to kill him than Wu Guanshan, and he can only blame him for being careless, and when he arrives at Lord Yama, he has to take a good look at Wu Guanshan.

"Demons, dare to do evil!"

But he saw a white figure like thunder, appearing in front of Chen Qingshan in a flashing light, and touched the top of the ancient corpse with a flick of his sleeve, and the ancient corpse instantly lay on the ground, and there was no sound.

"Amitabha." A Buddha horn sounded, it was the blind old monk of the Sutuo Temple next to it.

Chen Qingshan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the sword flower in the dantian slowly closed back into a flower bone, and the sword pill resumed its rotation.

"If it weren't for the master who heard the noise outside tonight and came out to take a look, Chen boy, you would have to explain here!" A little monk who was younger than Chen Qingshan poked his head out from behind the old monk, his lips red and his teeth white, and said with a smile.

It is a little monk of Sanzang, and Chen Qingshan has met in Jishui Town, and Chen Qingshan helped him sharpen a ring knife at the temple fair last year.

The dead mother believed in Buddhism, so Chen Qingshan helped him sharpen his knife for free, and the two got to know each other.

"Dust to dust, dust to earth, Amitabha." Outside the temple of the Dragon King of Jishui, a beam of fire ignited, and as the blind old monk finished reciting the excessive scriptures, the ancient corpse of the rotten armor turned into a puff of green smoke.

"Thank you, Master, for the rescue."

Chen Qingshan sincerely bowed to the blind old monk, and the old monk stroked his head, and the ancient corpse eliminated the karma, which shows that his Buddhism is profound.

The blind old monk smiled, rubbing it in his hand, but it was the bead that Wu Guanshan took out of the mound, and said a mindless word: "I saved you today, and he may want you to save him one day." ”

The old monk looked at the clouds hanging in the sky, and there was an indelible darkness under the moon shadow, and he felt that the wind was about to rise.

After a sigh, he handed the beads to Chen Qingshan, not Wu Guanshan.

"If I'm not mistaken, monk, this bead has already recognized you as the Lord."

The old monk's words made Chen Qingshan inexplicably think of the morning light in the beads during the day, and he seemed to have more bonds with this bead.

The old monk smiled, and his waveless face reminded people of the rocks on the cliff. Although he was blind, he felt it more clearly than anyone else, and he saw a scorching sun across Kunlun Mountain in this young man named Chen Qingshan, and then a sword that cut through the troubled times.