How did the Duren Sutra determine the "completion of the posthumous hope", Yu Chen basically had an understanding in his heart.

That is "at the moment when the last wish is fulfilled".

Just like the old beggar who was obsessed with the cod, after eating the cod, his last wish was fulfilled.

Just like when Li Er handed over the silver to the widow of the Sun family with his own hands, his last wish was fulfilled.

But these are all done by Yu Chen himself.

Now, what he wants to verify is that if the deceased's last wish is fulfilled by someone else, how will the Sutra be determined?

"But if the Jianghu guests of the Zhengqing Gang are allowed to cut down that big worm, won't the bounty be in vain?"

Yu Chen chewed his meal, thinking in his heart.

"Forget it, let's go tonight, let's take a step at a time."

Shaking his head, no longer entangled, Yu Chen took a few bites, cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and lay down on the bed.

The big insect is a nocturnal beast, mostly active at night, if you want to find it, it is better to go at night.

But the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, as if he remembered something, released a paper crow, and flew in the direction of the county seat.

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At the same time, in the old street in the south of the city, the Zhengqing Gang, a rather old attic.

Several Jianghu guests who had a relationship with Yu Chen before were preparing in full swing.

The sturdy man in the short shirt was flipping through an old map.

Beside him, there were more than a dozen Jianghu guests, uninhibitedly dressed, muttering quietly.

"To say that the eldest prince is also unlucky enough, he has encountered heavy snow and big insects attacking him one after another, this is God asking for his life!"

"But if there is no such thing, then the old man Wang is afraid that he will not be rewarded with a lot of money - a hundred taels of silver, and even the boss who has always been calm can't help it."

"Are you stupid? Do you really think the boss is going for the hundred taels of silver? ”

"Huh? So what's not? ”

"Although a hundred taels of silver is a lot, it is nothing to our gang, so why is it necessary to risk your life to crusade against that big devouring worm?"

"What the boss really likes is the promise of the old man Wang - as long as we cut down the big worm, the herbs on the Wang family's shop in the future will be folded in half!"

"Over the years, we have controlled more than half of Weishui's labor, whether it is daily bruises or injuries in childhood, we have to ask for the ointment of the Wang family's shop, and the small half of the profits we make have gone into the pocket of his old man Wang!"

"But now, as long as you cut that big worm, whether it is those herbs or plasters, they are all folded in half - the silver saved is much more than a hundred taels of silver!"

“……”

Several Jianghu guests, in a word, exposed the grievances and grievances between the Zhengqing Gang, which controls eighty percent of the labor force in Weishui, and the Wang family, a family of medicinal herbs.

Just as they were talking energetically, the strong man in the short shirt, known as the boss, coughed, "Are you all right?" Is your mouth so broken? ”

The dissolute charlatans immediately turned pale and shut their mouths.

"That big worm isn't an easy guy to deal with."

Seeing that it was quiet, the strong man in the short shirt spoke and instructed:

"A few years ago, the innate grandmaster of the Dongzheng Martial Arts Hall was invited by the yamen to prepare to remove the big worm, but he only fought evenly, and was finally escaped by the big worm.

Let's go up the mountain this time, if we don't get ready, maybe the deer will die! ”

"The Boss is right!" All the Jianghu guests said in unison.

"One-eyed, have you prepared all the things you have prepared?" The strong man in the short shirt waved his hand and looked at a thin, one-eyed man among the crowd.

"Don't worry, boss." The one-eyed man snapped his fingers, "Torches, finch dung, pork, medicine, needles and arrows, foolproof." ”

"Good!" The strong man in the short shirt nodded, "Go and rest, go up the mountain at night!" ”

"Yes!"

All the rivers and lakes scattered.

However, what they didn't notice was that outside the window, a pitch-black crow, after listening to their words, fluttered its wings and flew towards the Qingfeng Mausoleum.

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In a trance, the sun sets and the moon rises.

The winter dusk came very early, and when the Zhengqing gang had eaten dinner and emptied their stomachs, it was already dusk.

When the light snow flew, in the old street in the south of the city, a strong man in a short shirt took seven or eight people and went up to that Fanghua Mountain.

"I got the location of the attack on the eldest prince from Old Man Wang, which is in the forest of Fanghua Mountain."

In the wind and snow, the strong man in the short shirt carried a big axe on his back, and his head did not look back:

"It's freezing on this day, and the big insect won't be too far away from the nest to hunt, so most of its nest during this time is in the forest where it can't be returned.

When you go up the mountain later, you must not be sloppy in the slightest, whoever makes a mistake, don't blame the gang for dealing with it! ”

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.

I saw a group of people stepping in the wind and snow, leaving a few lines of almost undetectable footprints.

It is enough to see that they are all practitioners.

And when the Jianghu guests of the Zhengqing Gang went up the mountain, Yu Chen on the Qingfeng Mausoleum also woke up, cooked in the earthen house, and filled the temple of the five internal organs.

The mind moved.

The eerie Sen Luo face covered from under the flesh, and countless black mist stretched out from under the face, turning into a robe, completely enveloping Yu Chen's figure, and along with the breath, hidden in the darkness.

Blow out the lights and push the door out.

In Weishui at night, except for the Shengge in the area of the overpass and the old street in the south of the city, the whole county fell asleep.

Even the bustling bazaar, which is bustling on weekdays, is deserted.

The county seat is still like this, and the Fanghua Mountain is even more inhuman.

In the mountains and forests, a black shadow shuttled through the darkness, and his footsteps lightly touched the snow, and then he flew out of the promised land.

Fanghua Mountain, difficult to return to the forest.

A vast primeval jungle, in which insects and beasts are everywhere, thousands of herbs, although there are dangers, but also feed many medicine pickers and hunters in the county.

And the top "hunter" among them is the silver-white insect known as the "white ghost".

As the night darkened, the forest quieted down.

An incomparably strong silver-white beast shadow walked slowly between the mountains and the snow, like an emperor patrolling the territory.

Suddenly, the huge tiger claw stepped on the snow, and the huge force of Baijun suddenly exploded, supporting the strong body and soaring into the air, pounced on the open space in front of him!

A terrible howl!

But I saw that above the clearing, an elk that was extremely agile was almost unresponsive, and was knocked down by the mountain-like behemoth.

The bloody mouth is wide open, and under the barbed scarlet tongue are sharp fangs that stench with a foul smell!

To the fragile neck of the elk, a bite!

And he saw the blood of the deer flowing out, dyeing the snow bright red.

But after killing a fat elk, the big silver-white worm pounced on it, but it did not bite it.

There was a look of doubt in his green eyes.

Like, that's not the flavor it wants.

- It's all meat, it's all bright red blood, but these fur guys taste very different from the flocks of two-legged sheep.

Of course, the silver-white insect does not have such dexterous intelligence, it only instinctively feels that the beasts in the mountains and forests have become less appetizing over the years.

And what makes it think about it is the kind of creature that is weak, walking on two feet.

After a pause, the silver-white worm still did not eat a bite of the fat venison after all, but swayed and turned away.

Half an hour later.

A group of Jianghu guests from the Zhengqing Gang stepped into the forest of difficult returns and came to the place where the silver-white insects hunted their prey.

The strong bloody breath penetrated into everyone's noses, mixed with wind and snow, and people couldn't help frowning.

"Yo!"

One of them looked at the elk's carcass and said, "It seems that we don't need the fresh pork we brought!" ”

After that, the rest of the Jianghu guests also nodded.

Before everyone went up the mountain, they went to buy half a fan of fresh pork, in order to use the smell of blood to lure out the big worm.

But now, with a fresh deer carcass in front of him, it looks like there is no need to waste that pork.

"It's okay, I'll bring it back for a drink later!" In the crowd, someone chimed in.

Except for the strong man in the short shirt headed by him.

He was silent, walked forward, crouched near the deer carcass, observed for a moment, and suddenly his face changed and became gloomy.

"Boss, what's wrong?" The one-eyed man with a lot of stuff came over and asked.

The strong man in the short shirt ignored him, stood up quickly, looked at everyone in a deep voice, and said, "Go down the mountain!" ”

All the guests were stunned.

I haven't seen the shadow of this big insect yet, why did I go down the mountain?

"Let's go!" The strong man in the short shirt shouted as he turned around!

The Jianghu guests did not dare to disobey and reluctantly followed.

The tall man who had spoken earlier came up and asked with a blank face, "Boss, what's wrong?" ”

The strong man in the short shirt walked briskly as he said in a deep voice, "You can see the deer corpse, fresh, and the bite marks on the neck are also caused by the tiger's mouth." ”

After hearing this, the people in the rivers and lakes were still puzzled.

I heard the short-shirted man continue: "This cold winter is freezing and there is not much to eat, but after the big insect hunts the elk, it neither feasts nor drags it back to the nest to reserve, what does this mean?" ”

"Does it mean it's not hungry?" Stunned, Qing blurted out.

"Idiot!" The short-shirted man scolded, "If it weren't hungry, it wouldn't have hunted this elk!" If it weren't hungry, it wouldn't have attacked the prince's convoy! ”

"Why is that?" Among the Jianghu guests, someone asked.

"Big insects are not like wild beasts such as apes, and they do not have the habit of simply playing with and killing their prey." The short-shirted strong man had a dull voice and said:

"When it attacked the elk, it was hungry. But it bit the elk to death, but did not move, indicating that it was no longer willing to eat the prey. This is elk meat, which is incomparably fatty for a beast, and it is no longer to its liking! ”

The people were stunned.

The big worm didn't eat elk, but he had eaten the prince's half-pulled body before.

This shows that its recipe has changed from birds and animals all over the mountains to ...... Person.

In Great Xia, this kind of cannibalistic thing can no longer be called a beast.

People call it a demon.