The second monk overturned the chessboard and revived the board unhurriedly, and Mo Lingsha couldn't help but secretly complain. Returning to the white chess hand that the lotus pond had hit the black momentum before, he said: "What is the mystery of this move of the Zen master? ”

Lianchi smiled slightly and said, "There is no him, but the situation is compelling." ”

Yiqi was very annoyed when he heard this, the muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble slightly, and after a long time, he sighed: "The way of Go, although it is difficult to see, but the scheming of the player in front of the chessboard, as well as the ever-changing human nature, I am afraid it is more complicated, and it is impossible to see it to the end." ”

Hearing this, Lianchi thought for a moment, and said: "Gao Miao, admire." The two monks then reviewed, and when they returned to the winner of the hand that wanted to stir up the situation, the face of the first tribulation was sincere, and he said: "The Zen master has the opportunity to win, and the heart is not moved at all, knocking on the bridge and not crossing, this kind of concentration, the mountain monk is beyond the reach of the dust." ”

Lianchi smiled and said, "The elder is too modest. ”

A catastrophe said: "At the moment of the great enemy, Xie An's gambling villa is as light as a weight; The elder's state of mind is clear, the realm is wonderful, there is the style of the ancients, and the mountain monks are happy and convinced. On the other hand, the little monk is just blindly greedy for victory in this square inch chessboard, in the black and white world, and his heart for winning and losing lawsuits is too strong, how can he not be defeated?"

Lianchi Zhengse said: "In this game, the old man is sneaking and sliding in the front, and winning is not a righteous and bright light, so why should the elder blame himself?"

After a catastrophe, he was puzzled, and wondered: "Why did the Zen master say this?" and thought in his heart: "Before the game, he didn't give an inch, but now he says that he is cheating and slippery, I don't know what he means." ”

Lianchi slowly took out the book "Juezhao Yang Ronggong Heart Method" from his arms, held it in the palm of his hand, and said: "Lao Ge came here this time, one is indeed to ask for something urgent, and the other is ......", paused, his expression darkened, and continued: "Second, Lao Ge's clumsy work, fortunately into the eyes of the elders, I am ashamed." It's just that this book "Juezhao Yang Ronggong Heart Method", Lao Ke originally wanted to give it to the elder, but it happened that the elder proposed to bet on it, and Lao Ke was unhindered and easily went into battle, so the elder was able to concede a game. When the elder first proposed, the elder pretended to be a hypocrisy, did not tell him sincerely, and committed the precept of not lying. Amitabha, sin, sin!"

Listening to his eloquent words, he couldn't help but be shocked, and secretly thought to himself: ""Juezhao Yang Ronggong Heart Method" poured his life's work into it, and now he is giving it away, is it ...... I know that I will soon be in the world, but it is the meaning of the dying entrustment?" said: "What the Zen master said is not good, there is no such section, the Zen master is superb in chess, and the mountain monk is also sighing to himself, willing to bow to the wind." Although each move of the Zen master is unremarkable, it is not an exaggeration to call it a vulgar hand, but every time he moves, he will build a point of his own turf and weaken the opponent's chess momentum by half a point. The Zen master's chess, because there is no wonder, can be upright, do not make a little mistake, do not give the opponent any borrowing, this is the real big 'magic move'. On the other hand, the mountain monk's chess, has never been able to restrain the desire to win quickly, every hand of chess, all hope to play the greatest strength, during which it is a complete battle, hoping to defeat the enemy with a move, it seems to be a wonderful move, but in fact, there are hidden dangers, how can there be undefeated reason?

Lianchi said: "The elder is so ridiculously praised, the old man is terrified. ”

Yiqi smiled and said: "The Zen master is not greedy for victory, he is invincible first, so he wins, and the mountain monk is greedy for victory in his heart, and the chess game has not yet begun, so he first put himself in danger, although he struggled several times, but in the end it was just a defeat." ”

Mo Lingsha saw the two of them discussing the principles of chess, and he seemed unsatisfied, and couldn't help but say on the side: "The chess game is over, I wonder if the abbot elder has fulfilled the gambling contract?"

Yiqi glanced at her, smiled, and said: "Life is like chess, there is no regret when you fall, and the mountain monk should fulfill the contract." ”

Mo Lingsha was overjoyed and said: "Thank you abbot, if the abbot can save his life, he is deeply gracious, and the little woman will not dare or forget." ”

Yiqi said: "The mountain monk and the Zen master are inexorable, the Zen master has come to the door to seek medical treatment, and the mountain monk can stand by and ignore it?" There was a faint trace of unhappiness in his heart: "I have known the lotus pond for many years, and he came to ask the doctor for treatment, and he told him bluntly, why bother so much?" Thinking of this, his face was quite annoyed.

Lianchi smiled and said, "Elder, the person seeking medical treatment is not a little old man, but someone else. ”

Yijiao's expression was stunned, and he said, "No...... Isn't it a Zen master?

Lianchi said: "The person seeking medical treatment is outside the door, his life is in danger, and I hope that the elders will help him and help him, and the old man is also deeply virtuous." ”

Yi Zheng thought to himself: "The lotus pond said so carefully, his person must be seriously ill and difficult to heal. He asked, "I wonder what disease your friend is suffering from?"

Lianchi groaned slightly, and said slowly: "He was hit by the Blood Transformation Divine Sword of the Three Uniques of the Western Regions. ”

Yiyi's face changed, and he exclaimed: "Blood Transformation Divine Knife?" secretly wondered: "Yuan Long and the others are far away in the Western Regions, why did that person form a bond with them? Then he thought: "How domineering is the Blood Transformation Divine Sword, it will take at least a few months for that person to come here from the Western Regions, how can he survive until now?" Well, yes, the lotus pond is compassionate, and he must have spent his energy and vitality to renew that person's life all the way to Juezhao Yang Ronggong. ”

Lianchi said: "Exactly. The old man also knew that the Blood Transformation Divine Knife was not trivial, and that unusual people and ordinary medicines could be resolved, so the old man did not take the liberty of coming to the elders to ask for help, but he didn't know ...... I don't know ...... hundred miles" said with his eyes flashing and he was silent.

After a catastrophe, I woke up like a dream, and thought: "It turns out that you have made such a big detour, and you have come here for a hundred miles." Said: "The mountain monk has just returned from a wandering, and there are some redundant affairs in the temple, so it is inconvenient to go and pay homage to him before he has time." Buddhist disciples, compassion is the foundation, not to mention that there is a gambling contract between you and me, and the mountain monk should fulfill the promise and keep his promises, and go on this trip for the Zen master. ”

The lotus pond smiled comfortably, and said in a hundred miles...... has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, if you can get his help, Xiaoyou will be able to turn the crisis into safety. It's so tiring for the elders. ”

Yiqi smiled bitterly and said: "This Qing friend of the mountain monk is ...... The Zen master also knows his temperament, and the mountain monk can only do his best to live up to the trust of the Zen master. ”

Lotus Pond said: "The Buddha is the lord of the people, and he is compassionate and diligent in protecting the students." Amitabha, good, good!"

Yiqi said: "The Buddha is destined to be a person." With the help of the Zen master, your fate is not shallow, and there will be a great creation, and you will be able to turn evil into good fortune. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the lotus pond was full of tiredness and fatigue, and couldn't help asking, "Zen master, who hurt you?"

Lianchi smiled slightly and said: "Knowledge is like an illusion, karma is like an image, all actions are like transformation, all causes and conditions are like sounds, and all bodhisattva actions are like shadows." Why should the elder ask any more questions?"

Yiqi's face was ashamed, and he hurriedly saluted and said, "Yes, yes." The mountain monk's root is dull and inferior, thanks to the Zen master for his guidance. ”

Lianchi gently put the "Juezhao Yang Ronggong Heart Method" in his hand on top of several cases, and said: "Clumsy graffiti, dirty eyes, please don't hesitate to give advice." Xiaoyou asked the elders. After speaking, he clasped his hands together and closed his eyes and smiled silently.

Yiqi was taken aback, waved his hand again and again and said, "No, no." You and I talk about a game, the mountain monk loses convincingly, how can you ask for Zen master Hongbao?"

The lotus pond closed its eyes and clasped its palms, and recited silently in his mouth: "Everything is impermanent, the living must be endless, and if you are not born, you will not die, and this extinction is the most joyful." The voice grew lower and lower, and at last it was almost inaudible. After a long time, the lotus pond has always sat still, staring at it, and couldn't help but be shocked, and said: "Zen master, Zen master ......" stretched out his hand to probe the end of his nose, and the lotus pond had no snort, and he had passed away.

In the early morning of the next day, Yijiao led the monks in the temple to see off Mo Lingsha and his party at the mountain gate. A small novice holds a clay urn containing the ashes of the lotus pond, and Duanmu Katsumi holds it in his hand.

Yijiao's expression was sad, his eyebrows were lowered, and he sighed: "The Lotus Pond Zen Master has been cremated in our temple, please send his ashes to Jiangxin Temple into the tower for placement, and the mountain monk has thanked him in advance." "He has never been so sad since he left his love and shed the red dust.

Duanmu Kemi said: "Elder, please rest assured, this matter will be handled safely and securely, and you don't dare to have a little difference." ”

A catastrophe was saluted, and he said, "It's hard work." Ladies and gentlemen, let's say goodbye to it, and I will not send it far. ”

Mo Lingsha stood on tiptoe, looked at the temple, and said, "Elder Abbot, Bai Gongzi, he ...... He ......, "It turned out that Yiyi had agreed with everyone before that Bai Yixue would stay in the temple for medical treatment, and the rest would go back first, and the two sides agreed to come to the temple to pick up people after a month." Although Mo Lingsha is reluctant, but the female dependents in the temple are inconvenient to live for a long time, and the two have a resolute attitude, although she has a perverse temperament, she has a request for others at this time, but she does not dare to disobey, so she has to reluctantly agree.

A catastrophe said: "The female Tanyue and return with peace of mind, the mountain monk will definitely live up to it...... Entrusted by the Lotus Pond Zen Master, he cured the illness of your noble friend. ”

Mo Lingsha thought of the lotus pond in his heart, and couldn't help shedding tears, and said sadly: "Master, master......"

Yiyi's long eyebrows drooped, and he said: "'The accumulation is all gone, the sublime will fall, the union will eventually part, and the life will return to death. 'All the things in the world are born because of the harmony of the conditions, and then they are destroyed because the causes are dissipated. The dharmas that arise from causes and conditions have no self-nature, and they arise with the gathering of conditions, and the causes disperse and disappear. When the Zen master of the lotus pond passed away, he showed an auspicious appearance, he understood love and hatred of life and death, and was reborn in the Western Elysium, and the female Tan did not have to be too sad. When they heard this, they were silent.

After a catastrophe, he said: "A month later, when your friend recovers as before, the female Tanyue will come to see you again." ”

Mo Lingsha was filled with joy and sorrow, and said, "Okay, a word is a certainty." As long as he can be cured, how much alms does the treasure temple need, even if he speaks, the little woman will not obey. ”

Yiqi smiled and said: "The temple is small, the temple is in disrepair, or it is inevitable that it will collapse in the day. "Say goodbye and clasp your hands together as a salute, and thank you.

Mo Lingsha said: "A month later, the little woman will go to the treasure temple again, pray for joy as she wishes, and thank the elders for saving her life." As he spoke, he wanted to kneel and salute, and with a gentle flick of the sleeves of the monk's robe, he gave birth to a soft force, slowly holding Mo Lingsha up, and said with a smile: "Why does Tan Yue need so many courtesies?"

Mo Ling braked and said: "But I said ugly things in front, what if...... If you can't save this son, beware that I will demolish your temple and drive all the old monks and young monks here out of the temple. Hearing this, Yiqi was stunned, and couldn't help but smile slightly bitterly.

Mo Lingsha left the mountain gate, turned back one step at a time, looked back frequently, tears rolled down his cheeks, turned around a bamboo forest, looked back and looked again, Taining Temple gradually disappeared in a fog, everyone gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared.

After a catastrophe, he sent everyone away and slowly walked back to the temple. He passed by the guest hall, stepped in involuntarily, and raised his eyes, the chessboard where he played against the lotus pond yesterday was still placed on several cases, and the chessboard did not move, and it was still the situation when the two of them reviewed the game. Things are wrong, his heart is sour, he slowly sat on the futon, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

This dry sitting was two hours, and at the height of the sun, he suddenly opened his eyes, called a waiter, and ordered, "Prepare for me three days' dry food." ”

Just after the hour, a catastrophe got into a carriage, pressed the whip, and floated out of the temple. The carriage descended slowly down the mountain road. In the twilight, he looked up and saw in the distance that above the cold forest, a slanting sun was falling from the west, and he muttered, "Horses, horses, it seems that we have to travel hard all night." ”

He discerned the direction and rode slowly south. The mountain road was rugged, the sky was getting late, and it was dark and unclear, and the road was very slow. After a short time, it was completely dark, and I took advantage of the hazy moonlight to drive carefully.

Turning a mountain col, the horse snorted, startling dozens of strange birds perched in the woods, fluttering their wings and flying, and their cries resounded through the valley. I heard someone in the car whisper: "I...... I...... Where is this?"

Yiyi stopped the carriage, turned around and lifted the curtain, but in the darkness, he saw Bai Yixue sitting up slightly, with a pair of eyes open, and his face was full of confusion. Yiqi smiled and said: "It's good that the donor woke up by himself." Amitabha, good, good. He even proclaimed the Buddha's name, and he seemed very happy.

Bai Yixue looked at it intently, the old monk in front of him had a pair of warm and kind eyes, and he was faintly Yinghua, showing deep internal strength, but he was not the master of the lotus pond, and he couldn't help but say blankly: "May I ask the master...... Where am I, and where are we going?"

Yiqi smiled and said: "The mountain monk was entrusted by someone and was about to send Bai Shi to seek medical advice. ”

Bai Yixue said: "Entrusted by others, is it the Lotus Pond Master? or ......"

Yiqi felt sour in his heart and said, "Exactly." The mountain monk was entrusted by him to send the white donor to see the disease. Worried that Bai Yixue opened her mouth to ask again, she changed the topic and said, "Master Bai, are you hungry?" There is still a long way to go, I have dry food on me, do you want to use some first?"

Bai Yixue had no appetite at all, and said, "I...... I'm not hungry, I'm just feeling a little thirsty. ”

He took a clay bowl and poured half a bowl of water. Bai Yixue drank the water, her spirit lifted slightly, and said, "Dare to ask the master up and down?"

A catastrophe said: "The old monk is a catastrophe." ”

Bai Yixue said: "It turned out to be ...... Master of the Tribulation, I ...... I...... Where have I been?"

Yiqi looked concerned and said, "How does Lord Bai feel right now?"

Bai Yixue sighed and said, "The disciple's mouth is dry and his throat is dry, his heart and chest are all sluggish, there is a dull pain in the inner side of the ribs, and the whole body feels paralyzed. He was extremely weak, and after saying a few words, he immediately felt flustered and short of breath.

Seeing his pale face, Yiqi pondered: "How powerful is the Blood Transformation Divine Knife, if there is no lotus pond to inject the true qi of Juezhao Yang Ronggong into your body, how can you have a small life that can be delayed to this day?" ”

Bai Yixue was curious, I don't know which miracle doctor he wants to take himself to see in the world, and he is about to open his mouth to ask, Yiyi smiled slightly, took out his right hand index and middle two fingers, and gently put it on his pulse, Bai Yixue suddenly felt a warm and surging true qi, along the hand Shaoyin, hand Yin, hand Taiyin, from the bottom up, slowly injected into the chest and abdomen, and then surged all over the body, for a while, the whole body was full of Tai, but felt that the eyes were soft, lying down, and soon in the car, drowsy and sleeping.

The mountain road is cramped, and if you are not careful, you will have the risk of overturning, and you will drive the carriage forward slowly. The north wind was sad, and the night in the mountains was very cold, so he wrapped his monk's robe tightly and drove cautiously. He was contemplating the matter of seeking a doctor, when he suddenly saw a little fire in the darkness in the distance, and the light of the fire flickered and flickered.

He drove forward, the mountain road bent, the fire light will be on the left, the other will be on the right, fluttering, flickering, but it is not like the night walker holding torches and lanterns, the fire light emitted, it seems very strange. Walking closer, I saw that the firelight was divided into three points, one on the other, in the shape of a pin, fluttering and gathered together.

The mountain wind blew through the empty forest, and there was a rustling sound, and he listened attentively, and there were faint people mourning and crying in the wind.

A catastrophe thought: "Someone is crying, could it be that someone is here in the middle of the night to pay tribute to the deceased?" After a while, he was about ten zhang away from the firelight, he held the reins of the horse, stared at his heart, and looked at it, but he felt even more shocked in his heart, the original three points of firelight, actually showed a strange green color, and the flameless seedlings swallowed up and down, and secretly wondered: "There is light and no flame, is it a ghost fire? Between the wilderness and the mountain graves, their bellies were as big as a basin, and their hunger was unbearable, but their throats were as thin as a needle, and they could not eat a little food, and when the food reached their mouths, they could not swallow it, and sometimes the food instantly turned into coals of fire, burning through their stomachs and intestines, and the throats of hungry ghosts spewed fire because of the heat. Could it be that there are hungry ghosts in the mountains who eat here?"

He listened attentively, and the sound of wailing in the wind came into his ears intermittently, like weeping and complaining, and it was extremely uncomfortable to hear. He was in a state of confusion, and suddenly the three points of ghost fire were extinguished together, as if they had been snuffed out, and they disappeared for a moment. Yi Yi was even more shocked: "If it is a person who travels at night, forgive me for not extinguishing the searchlight in his hand for no reason, is it really a ghost fire? Strange, there are more ghost fires than dry and sultry days in midsummer, and they will appear, and the sky will be cold and frozen, where will the ghost fire come from? Could it be that the hungry ghosts in this mound are so hungry that they have to come out to forage for food in the cold night?"

A catastrophe is in shock, halfway up the mountainside in the distance, the three-point fire suddenly lit up and again, up and down, emitting a clear light, a little eyesight, the place where the ghost fire ignited again, about two or three miles away from himself, couldn't help but be shocked: "If it is a person, teleportation, when it will not be so fast, can it really hit the mandrill night ghost?" Rao is he has always been bold, and at this time he is also cold sweat, and his heart almost wants to stop beating.

After a long time, the ghost fire phosphorus phosphorus flickered on the mountainside, and the cry was sad, and it also faintly came into the ears. A gust of mountain wind blew, and I couldn't help but feel a stir, thinking: "Ghosts beg and fear, as long as they support righteous thoughts, they will know their ghosts and gods." With a silent wish, he continued to drive forward.

After traveling about Lixu, the carriage came to a deserted hill, the green ghost fire, flickering not far ahead, no longer extinguished, and then Xinglixu, if the ghost fire is about to leave, ethereal, a catastrophe in the heart of the wonder: "I have been moving forward, why is the ghost fire always two miles away, not approaching?"

Just as he was confused, the gray horse in front of him suddenly let out a long neigh, exhaled a cloud of white gas from his mouth, and his front hooves took off into the air, and he stood still. After pulling the horse's rope tightly, he looked at it intently, and couldn't help but be startled, it turned out that on the mountain road a few feet ahead, there were three dark coffins standing in the shape of a zigzag. After he saw it clearly, his heart was relieved: "It turns out that someone buried the coffin here late at night, not a ghost." ”

The coffin blocked the way, and after waiting for a long time, no one came to carry the coffin, and listened carefully, and the mournful cry in the wind stopped at some point. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "I am in a hurry late at night, and I hope that the donors will take advantage of the road." The voice was transmitted far away, but no one answered.

After a slight groan, his body shook, he jumped out of the carriage and walked slowly towards the three coffins, which were still a few feet away, and suddenly heard the coffin in the middle "rattling", as if there was something in the coffin about to lift the lid and crawl out. Yirao was bold, and he was also frightened, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest: "Could it be that the thousand-year-old zombie in the coffin is going to be resurrected?"

He stopped, stared at the coffin with bated breath, and after a while, although the sound of "quack" was endless, it seemed that the coffin lid was nailed very tightly, and the zombies scratched in the coffin in every way, and it was always difficult to get out of the coffin.

Yiqi felt furious in his heart, and secretly thought: "Whether it is a person or a ghost, after opening the coffin lid, you will always know." At this moment, the mountain road fog filled the depths, and suddenly "bang", "bang", "bang", "bang", there were three gloomy gongs, and someone in the fog raised his voice and said: "The yin man walks, the yang man goes--" The voice is dull and cold, and the yin air is cold, and it makes people shudder to listen to it late at night.

Yiqi was shocked in his heart, "jingle bell" and "jingle bell" in front of him, a sharp bell suddenly rang, extremely harsh, and someone shouted loudly in the mist: "The soul bell rings, don't get close to the living-" The man's tone was long, gradually approaching. The mountain road is narrow, it is difficult for the carriage to turn around, and there is no way to avoid a catastrophe, so I have to stand still and wait and see what happens.

The gong bell is getting closer, and two people appear in the mist, the shadows are full, and they can't see it really, but they get closer, and it is only after a catastrophe that they can see that they are two middle-aged men, and the strange thing is that the knees of the two are stiff, and they seem to be unable to bend their knees. As they got closer, the two men looked sleazed, their faces stiffened, their sunken eye sockets, and their two embedded eyeballs, both staring straight ahead, motionless, like two wandering corpses, and lifeless ghosts, not at all as if they were a living person.

Yiqi was shocked in his heart: "It turned out that it was not a human, but it was a walking corpse at night?" Walking closer, Yiqi saw that the two men were wearing a green cloth hat, wearing a black shirt, and a black belt around their waists. He traveled all over the world, saw and heard a lot, and when he saw the outfits of the two, he couldn't help but think: "If you are not afraid of ghosts and scary people, you are afraid of people and scary people." Could it be that it's not some walking corpse, but the Xiaoxiang faction is pretending to be a ghost here?" He stared at the two of them without a moment, but the two men didn't seem to see him, a pair of eyes that were almost white, looking straight ahead, their eyes were empty, scattered and godless.

Yiqi looked down, and under the moonlight, two men appeared two faint shadows on the ground, and secretly thought to themselves: "The moon shines on the shadows, it is a person, not a ghost, and it is the Xiaoxiang faction that is making a fool of itself here." In the past, when I traveled to Jinghu and Kuizhou, I heard that there were local craftsmen of the Xiaoxiang faction who drove away corpses, and they used yin gongs and soul bells to open the way in the middle of the night to move the corpses and spirits, which was very secretive, and people who traveled were afraid to avoid it. But the footprints of the Xiaoxiang faction have never set foot in Lipu, Chenxi, Yuanling, Luxi and other places, why did they suddenly come to Jiangnan and make a living here?" ”

As he pondered, the two men had already come to him, staring at him with stiff expressions. Yiqi knew that these corpse chasers were secretive, and they did not want to easily expose their whereabouts, so it was extremely difficult to provoke them, but there was no way to avoid them on the mountain road, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "The mountain monks are disturbed by the night rush, and I hope the two donors will forgive me." ”

A middle-aged man suddenly said in a cold voice: "The carriage stays, and the old monk will roll away by himself." The voice was cold and cold, without a hint of human air.

Yijiao's heart sank, and he said: "What do you say?" pondered: "The Xiaoxiang faction is becoming more and more silent, and when they arrived in Jiangnan, they actually changed to robbing the road to make a living?" said: "The mountain monk has a breeze on his sleeves, and the only thing he carries with him is a bottle and a bowl, and there is no gold and silver treasure in the car, and the donor laughed. Amitabha, good, good. ”

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes strangely, and shouted: "If you want to stay, you will stay, what are you doing in a rambling manner? Why don't you get out quickly?" As soon as his right arm was raised, five thin and long fingers were stretched, and he reached out and grabbed Yiqi's chest and abdomen.

This grasping move is sharp, if it is caught on the body of an ordinary person, it will be disemboweled, no matter how good the cultivation is, I can't help but get angry in my heart, and secretly say: "What a brutal person!" With a flick of the sleeve of his right hand, the middle-aged man only felt a breath of energy on his hand, and the back of his hand was suddenly hot and painful, so he quickly withdrew his palm, and pulled it out on his waist, a swarthy steel whip was in his hand, and he shouted strangely in his mouth: "Five corpse brothers, the idea is pierced, and the shoulder is on it!"

The middle-aged man was Ji Di, the third disciple of the "Flying Corpse Gate" of the Xiaoxiang faction, and he was accompanied by the fifth disciple of the "Fraudulent Corpse Gate". Kui Di heard the call of the three corpse brothers, and showed a green fang-headed ghost head knife.

The Xiaoxiang faction rampant in the Jinghu area, chasing corpses and robbing tombs as their business. Those who can enter his door are all bold and vicious people who have been selected by thousands of people. After they entered, they were included in the "zombie gate", learning the skills of moving spirits and walking corpses, digging graves and digging graves in the door, during which there were a few who could not bear the suffering, and wanted to retreat, and the Xiaoxiang faction was worried that the skills of the desperate door would leak out, so they were all quietly executed one by one.

The best who stay in the door, with the improvement and proficiency of their skills, can enter the "Walking Corpse Gate", "Spirit Corpse Gate", "Jumping Corpse Gate", "Trick Corpse Gate" step by step, and finally the "Flying Corpse Gate". Yin Mo, Ji Di and other high-ranking disciples are the disciples of the "Flying Corpse Gate", who have studied art for a long time and won the trust of Sikong Beiqiu, the head of the Xiaoxiang faction.

Seeing that the two of them disagreed, he immediately drew his blade, and actually wanted to take people's lives, and remembered Ji Huang's words before throwing out the carriage, and couldn't help but move in his heart: "The Xiaoxiang faction suddenly appeared in Jiangnan, which is already very puzzling, and my old monk has no long things, so he will not be killed because of money, are they actually here for the white-clothed snow in the car?"

The golden blade broke through the wind, the enemy whipped and stabbed, it was already attacking left and right, and there was no time to think about it, the sleeves of the monk's robe were flicked, and with a move of "double sleeve breeze", two forces were born at the bottom of the sleeves, and Ji Huang's three corpses scattered the plague whip and Kui's green fang's ghost head knife were shaken apart.

Ji Huang and Kui were stunned in their hearts, knowing that the three corpses scattered the plague whip and the green fang's ghost head knife were both powerful and heavy, and under the smashing and slashing, there was a great power to crack the stone and pierce the clouds, and the old monk flicked his sleeves lightly, and the two extremely heavy steel blades were suddenly smashed and slashed on a ball of cotton, and they were not at all forced, and the ball of cotton gave birth to a soft counterattack force, which shocked his arm slightly numb.

The sleeves of the catastrophe were immediately closed, with the hands behind his back, smiling, as if he was an unintentional sway, without the slightest trace, and secretly thought: "The Xiaoxiang faction is indeed here for the little benefactor in the car." This person was first injured by the Three Absolute Beings of the Western Regions, and now he is being hunted down and killed by the Xiaoxiang faction, and the people who offend him are all powerful characters in the rivers and lakes. ”

Ji Dian shouted: "Old monk, good kung fu." Wielding the three corpses scattering the plague whip, he stepped forward again with Kui Huang to attack. On the mountain road, the two of them danced their blades into two black lights, and the sleeves of Yiyi flew up and down in the light and shadow of the two black lights, like two flowing clouds flying.

Fighting to the interval, a catastrophe to see that among the two, Kui Huang was slightly weaker, the sleeve of his right hand flicked, so that a "flick of the sleeves", has been Ji Huang's three corpses scattered plague whip wrapped in the bottom of the sleeve, Ji Huang only felt that the other party's sleeve gave birth to a strong sticky force, the steel whip in his hand almost wanted to get rid of his hand, couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly regained the strength, a robbery left hand sleeve robe flicked upward, a move "raise the sleeve for the cloud", the sleeves of the robe like a puff of the wind, hit the broad blade of the Kui Qing Fang ghost head knife, how can Kui Huang pinch it? With a shock from the tiger's mouth, the green fang's ghost head knife flew out of its hand, impartially, and obliquely inserted into the trunk of a pine tree by the side of the road. In a catastrophe where his right foot flew, he kicked Kui Yu out of three feet away, kicking him so that his ribs were about to break, and his body almost fell off the cliff.

Ji Huang said in his heart: "This old monk has some doorways. There are words in his mouth, a layer of black gas faintly appears on his face, and his left palm is raised, which is the poisonous kung fu of the Xiaoxiang faction, "Corpse Poison Palm". Before the palm of the meat arrived, the catastrophe had already felt the fishy wind blowing on the face, like a dead fish rotting and spoiling.

Yiqi knew that the other party's palm was poisonous, and the sleeves of the robe were rolled and flicked, and a trick was used to "mystery in the sleeve", and a whirlwind was born in the sleeve, bringing Ji Huang's poisonous palm to the side, Ji Huang's body involuntarily turned in a circle in place, and the poisonous palm "snapped" and slapped on a pine tree beside him, shaking the pine needles like raindrops, and they fell one after another.

With a squint glance, the pine needles that fell to the ground instantly withered and turned black, and the power of the poisonous palm was really terrifying, no matter how good he was, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry in his heart: "You are also vicious, and you will take people's lives when you make any moves." With his arms stretched out, the sleeves of his robe were like sails puffed up by the wind, hunting sounded, and he was ready to go, Ji Di's heart was cold: "The old monk is so strong!" When he was cold, he was about to retreat, only to feel a flower in front of him, and a catastrophe had been deceived in front of him, and the sleeves of the robe hit his face, which immediately made his nose blue and swollen, his skin and flesh bloomed, and he snorted, and immediately fainted. Under the anger of the catastrophe, his subordinates were merciful in the end, if this blow was added with a little strength, Ji Di's skull would be shattered, and how could he die?

Yiqi clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good, good!" Suddenly, the haunted coffin beside him "clicked", and a crack appeared in the coffin lid, and dozens of cold stars shot out from the gap, hitting the vital point of Yicao.

This time is too sudden, the enemy is close at hand, it is really difficult to avoid, at the critical moment, a catastrophe instinctively waved the sleeves of the robe, and the dozens of cold stars were all rolled into the sleeves, and then the internal force was vomited, dozens of cold stars were reflected back, several hidden weapons were hit into the coffin, only to hear the "poof", "poof" a few muffled sounds, the sneak attacker hiding in the coffin shouted loudly, and was counterattacked by the hidden weapon he played, lying in the coffin panting heavily, the voice was painful, and it was obvious that the injury was not light.

Yiqi secretly screamed: "It's so dangerous!" Thinking that the rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Xiaoxiang faction acted have always been secretive and ruthless, and today's first meeting was extremely despicable and ruthless.

The moon is shining clearly, the mountains and forests are lonely, standing on the barren hill for a catastrophe, thinking back to all kinds of thrilling and treacherous places, it is really unseen in life, I can't help but have palpitations in my heart, the cold wind blows the body, Fang feels that his back, palms, slightly cold, are cold sweats.

Suddenly, in the distance in the darkness, a voice fluttered over: "A monk, how can he hurt others with compassion?"

Yijiao's face changed slightly, and he thought secretly: "It's really a ghost when you go out in the middle of the night, is it possible that the Xiaoxiang faction actually poured out of the nest tonight?" When the old monk encounters an evil demon, what else is the word 'compassion' talking about?"

The man was silent for a moment and sneered, "Very good, very good. There was silence. The catastrophe was strange, the man suddenly laughed loudly, the sound shook the mountains and fields, and for a while the laughter seemed to come from all directions.

Yi Xin said: "This person's voice is erratic, why is his body also erratic?" The man laughed endlessly, but there was no half of joy in the laughter, not so much laughing, but crying, which made people extremely uncomfortable to hear.

Yiqi only felt upset, and shouted: "Why does the donor have to pretend to be a ghost and make a fool of himself? Why don't you show up quickly?"

The man's laughter stopped abruptly, and he said coldly: "The world is chaotic and slaves bully the master, and the old age makes people tricky." Living in today's world, being a ghost is much better than being a human. As soon as the words fell, I saw a figure in the distance of the barren hill, I couldn't see it clearly, and when I got closer, I saw that it was four men in green hats and black shirts, carrying a huge coffin, and there was a withered and thin old man sitting at the top of the coffin.

When they came to the catastrophe, the four big men unloaded the coffin from their shoulders, slowly lowered it to the ground, and then stood still as if they had been succumbed to evil, each with dull eyes and stiff expressions. After a catastrophe, I looked at the old man again, and couldn't help but be startled, the old man's face was very long, his face was blue and miserable, his eyes were dead, there was almost no muscle on his face, it was full of dry bones, and his body wrapped in gray robes was extremely thin, straight like a skeleton, sitting upright on the coffin, not moving, not like a living thing at all. What's even more amazing is that he is holding a swarthy big bell in his right hand, which is more than 200 catties to say the least, but the old man seems to be effortless.

I don't know what is strange in the big bell, and my heart is in shock, the withered old man suddenly raised his right hand, and a green object shot out, emitting a strange light in the air, and with a "poof" sound, it hit the coffin of the Tibetan. The disciple of the Xiaoxiang Sect in the coffin, who had been secretly attacked, had been gasping for breath since he was injured, and his breath was dying, but he had not been able to breathe. The withered old man's green stuff was thrown into the coffin, and the man let out a long scream, which was terrible and terrifying in the middle of the night.

The man scratched in the coffin for a while......, thinking that he was going to crawl out of the coffin, and after struggling a few times, he was finally weak, and the sound of scratching gradually weakened, and finally fell silent.

Yijiao's eyes were wide open, and it was hard to believe what he saw. The withered old man suddenly said: "The great monk will leave the carriage and horses, the old man will spare you from death, run away quickly." Listening to his voice, it was the one who was laughing.

Yiqi thought about it: "This half-dead zombie monster has extraordinary internal strength, but it is ruthless, could it be him?" said: "It turned out that the Sikong gang leader was coming, and the mountain monk was polite." He folded his hands in salute.

The withered old man was the famous head of the Xiaoxiang faction, Sikong Beiqiu, and he didn't return the salute, thinking secretly: "The old monk said my name at a glance, but he has some eyesight. He said coldly: "When you see the old man, you must not only be polite, but also courageous." ”

Yiqi smiled slightly, and said: "The precept is the supreme Bodhi book, and those who hold the precepts, why should they be afraid of the evil demons?" After a pause, he said: "The Sikong gang leader is not in Jinghu's hometown to relax and take blessings, but why did he come to this Jiangnan water town to pretend to be a ghost?" ”

Sikong Beiqiu's long and miserable face, suddenly covered with a layer of black gas, dead gray eyes, suddenly the light of the earth burst out, the right arm was raised, and the big bell in his hand flew straight up, landing in front of a catastrophe, the big bell buzzed, stirring up the dust.

Yiqi was worried that the inside of the big bell was the same as the previous coffin, and there was another mystery, and his palms were protected in front of his chest one after the other, concentrating on vigilance. I only heard Sikong Beiqiu say: "The old man is here, and he made a special trip to send you the great monk to the end." There were words in his mouth, and he shouted: "Disease!" The index finger like a dry chicken claw flicked continuously, and four drawing talismans flew out flutteringly, sticking to the placket of the chests of the four black-shirted men carrying the coffins one by one.

Sikong Beiqiu's kung fu revealed that he could throw light talismans, such as darts, stones and other heavy objects, all with deep internal force, and it was not a half-point trick, compared to the previous throwing of more than 200 catties of Zhong Ding, it was much more difficult, and he secretly applauded: "Sikong Lao'er is not blindly showing off the mystery, and the Xiaoxiang faction can dominate the Jinghu area, and it is rare to meet opponents, which is really not fortunate." Just as he was meditating, the four men in green hats and black shirts drew talismans on their upper bodies, and in their empty eyes, a fierce light like a beast suddenly flashed, and there was a sound in their throats, and they rushed straight towards him.

After a catastrophe, he pondered: "The Xiaoxiang faction is good at moving corpses and spirits, and Sikong Lao'er's drawing talisman must be a little strange. He didn't wait for the four big men to get close, his sleeves flew, and the two men in front of him had already been hit in the chest.

How strong is the power of the flying sleeve magic skill, after ordinary people are hit, all of them have their skin and flesh open, and they scream in pain, but the two men didn't feel the pain at all, and their bodies were only slowed down by the strength of the flying sleeves, and they still opened their teeth and claws, and pounced viciously.

Seeing a few men with fierce eyes, like four hungry beasts, they wanted to choose people to eat, and they looked like crazy, and they were really taken aback. After a moment's hesitation, four men surrounded him.

With a sharp eye, looking at the steps of the four men, he knew that his skills were mediocre, and he was really not afraid, but they were so painless and stalking, it was really a headache. During the fight, he shook his body and bullied behind the four men, thinking in his heart: "Could it be that you have been spelled all over your body, and you don't feel a little bit?"

One catastrophe and one blow were successful, I couldn't help but feel proud, and suddenly I felt that my palms were faintly numb, and by the faint moonlight, I raised my palms to take a look, and a black spot the size of copper coins appeared in my palms, and my heart was cold: "Oh, it's not good, these people are poisonous!"

In my ears, I heard Sikong Beiqiu's compassionate voice say: "The corpse is poisonous, and it will die of poison in a few moments." Hehe, why did the old monk do this? If you leave the carriage and the old man will bring the antidote, won't everyone be happy?"

Yiqi thought to himself: "What a ruthless person, he actually secretly poisoned his disciple. He took out a "Lotus Flower Heart Pill" from his arms, swallowed it into his stomach, and saw that Sikong Beiqiu was always sitting upright on the coffin cover, and he didn't know if there was a hidden mystery in the coffin, he groaned slightly, leaned over and picked up a few stones from the ground, and said: "Sikong Gang Master is always sedentary for a long time, and it is inevitable that his back and legs are numb, why not come down and move his hands and feet?"

But seeing Sikong Beiqiu's body, he slid out sharply to the right, unable to avoid the attacking stones, and his body slid back to its original place, still sitting still. He came and went, extremely fast, as if there was an invisible soft rope on each side of his body, pulling him back and forth quickly, and he was really like a ghost.

A catastrophe was moved: "Sikong Lao'er, isn't there a lot of inconvenience in his legs?" I heard Sikong Beiqiu say in my ear: "I have heard the great monk's 'Flying Fire and Cloud Sleeves', and there is a lot of luck in the sleeves, hehe, the old man is about to ask for advice." With that, his body swept up out of thin air, and in the darkness, like a strange bird, rose silently into the air, and pounced on the prey that had long been regarded as something in the plate.

After a catastrophe, he felt a white shadow flickering in front of him, and something poked straight into his eyes. He was horrified, his toes were a little bit, his body retreated sharply, and his sleeves were flicked out at the same time, feeling that the enemy's hand seemed to be holding a blade like a metal iron rod, and he was shocked by his own internal force.

When he stood still, he stared at it, and saw that Sikong Beiqiu's body was empty, without legs, and in both hands, he held a slender metal cane, replaced his legs with a cane, and supported him on the ground. The rod shone a little cold in the dark, and the steel rod was glued with white paper strips, which were actually two mourning sticks used for funerals and funerals.

Yiqi couldn't help but glance at his lower body a few times, and was surprised: "I can't imagine that the terrifying Sikong Beiqiu in the rivers and lakes is actually a sick person?"

Sikong Beiqiu's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt and compassion, and he was angry in his heart, with a stiff expression on his face, and said lightly: "Is the old monk a poor old man who is disabled?"

Sikong Beiqiu was born in a tenant family in Hengzhou, Jinghu South Road, and lived in poverty at an early age. When he was a teenager, he went to a rich man's house in a nearby town one night to steal food, but unfortunately he was found by the rich man's nursing home, and was beaten violently, breaking his legs. At that time, if he could have been treated in time, Sikong Beiqiu's legs could have been saved, but he was destitute and sought medical treatment everywhere, but no doctor was willing to treat him for free, so the best time for treatment was delayed, the wound festered and festered, and his legs had to be amputated, and he was disabled since then. Later, Sikong Beiqiu met a strange person in the rivers and lakes, who not only taught him kung fu, but also taught him the skills of digging graves and touching gold, moving spirits, and shadows.

After Sikong Beiqiu Yicheng became successful, the first thing he did was to rush to the rich man's house and kill the rich man's whole family cleanly. And the few nursing home martial artists who broke his legs back then, one has died of illness, and the other two have already left their jobs, and the rest of the nursing home, after he broke his legs one by one, was thrown into the pond and drowned alive.

After that, Sikong Beiqiu inquired in many ways, and finally found the two nursing homes who had left their jobs, concocted them in the same way, tortured, and drowned them all. As for the sick and dead nurse, Sikong Beiqiu dug his body out of the grave on a dark and windy night, and left it in the wilderness, where it was eaten by beasts and birds. And several doctors who refused to treat him at that time also died inexplicably within a year.

Later, Sikong Beiqiu recruited disciples and founded the famous Xiaoxiang faction, and he also became the leader of the famous Xiaoxiang group. After he became famous, the most taboo thing was that his legs were disabled, so that many disciples in Su Rili did not dare to mention the words "blind", "deaf", "lame", etc., for fear of turning his throat and causing death to himself.

At that time, Zhao and Song Dynasty implemented the policy of "leniency for illness" and "recuperation of illness", and there was little suspicion of disabled people in society. However, Sikong Beiqiu is narrow-minded because of his popularity, but he is deeply jealous of this. Once, a disciple of the "Jumping Corpse Gate" under the seat, got carried away in the hook bar, laughed a few words at the young female blind worker, violated the taboo of the gang leader, and after being gouged out by Sikong Beiqiu, he threw him into the snake cave where the poison was refined in the door, and let the poisonous snake bite and wail for several days before dying.

Although he has seen and heard a lot, he never thought that such a martial arts high-roller who made many heroes and heroes in the rivers and lakes lose their souls was actually suffering from illness, and he couldn't help but feel slightly surprised, who knew that he had touched the taboo in Sikong Beiqiu's heart. He is a Taoist monk, to be compassionate, and no malice, listening to Sikong Beiqiu say this, suddenly remorseful, and said: "Don't dare, the mountain monk has no such intention, Sikong gang leader must not worry." ”

Sikong Beiqiu thought to himself: "Today, I will definitely break your body into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart." Sen Ran said: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." There was a strange roar suddenly, and the right hand cried a little bit, and a move "Walking worm startled the snake" pointed at the throat of the catastrophe. A catastrophe drifted sideways to avoid it, and returned a trick of "bearing the wind and sleeve moon".

Under the moonlight, above the barren hills, the two of them came and went, fighting fiercely. Sikong Beiqiu's body is stiff, his wrists and elbows are almost bent, the steel rod is poked straight and smashed, the cane method is also dignified and sluggish, and the point of the cane is the enemy's vital acupuncture point. Yiqi was worried that Sikong Beiqiu's body also contained poison, so he didn't dare to fight in close quarters, but just launched light skills to fight with him.

Fighting to the interval, Sikong Sorrow Qiu's inner strength was at the place, and the force penetrated the head of the staff, and the steel rod hit the left shoulder of the catastrophe like lightning. This rod is soaked in his decades of internal cultivation, and even if it is a hard stone of pig iron, it will also poke out a transparent hole. Sikong Beiqiu was secretly happy in his heart, who knew that as soon as the head of the steel rod touched the monk's robe, he encountered a soft force, and he used his strength several times, but the steel staff could not penetrate the thin layer of monk's robe.

Sikong Beiqiu secretly wondered: "The old monk's internal strength is really transcendent and sacred, and it should not be underestimated. The boy surnamed Bai ruined the big thing of the prince of Enping, and this time he came to capture him back and make contributions to the prince, but now it seems that he is too big and does not do well, let alone make meritorious contributions, maybe he will go back with a disgraced face. He didn't know that in his heart, he was also surprised: "If Sikong Lao'er is not inconvenient for his legs and feet, he is afraid that his skills will increase by at least another three percent, if this is the case, the old monk will really meet the ghost tonight and return to the West." ”

Sikong Beiqiu transported the steel rod several times in a row, and the slender steel rod contained enough majestic internal strength, buzzing, and the strength was amazing, but the monk's robe of a catastrophe was like an invisible barrier, and it could not be penetrated. Sikong Beiqiu's mind turned extremely quickly: "Although the old monk's internal strength is deep, the monk's robe on his body is always cotton wool, why not burn it?" Thinking of this section, his mouth suddenly opened, and a thin flame erupted suddenly, showing the color of bibi phosphorus, and shot straight towards the face of the catastrophe.

The two of them were close to each other, and the distance was not too close, Sikong Beiqiu spewed out poisonous fire from his mouth, which was really unbelievable, thinking that he had a flammable substance in his mouth in advance, and there was fire hidden in his sleeves. At the time of danger, he had no time to think about it, raised his hands, covered his face with the sleeves of his robe, and at the same time kicked his right foot, his body retreated backwards, only to hear the sound of "hissing", both sleeves were already on fire, and at the same time he smelled a burnt and rancid smell in his nose, which made people feel disgusting.

Yiqi knew that his arms were not burned, his clothes were on fire, and the smell should not be so evil, because the blue fire contained poison. He turned his mind very quickly, and he didn't dare to let the poison stain his skin, and with a slight luck, he tore a pair of robe sleeves into dozens of tiny pieces.

Dozens of rag fragments fluttered in the air, burning faster by the wind on the barren hills, and under the dim starlight, each rag was glowing with a shimmering blue light, like burning paper and money, floating around, its scene was really weird.