On the official road, smoke and dust rose and a horse-drawn carriage galloped north.

In the car, Lu Yezi slept soundly with a stick, Lian Chi twisted the Buddha beads in his hand and chanted silently, while Liang Shiming lifted the curtain and his eyes were empty.

The scenery along the way, although not as smoky as the willows in the south, is also a heavy mountain stacked green, beautiful, but at this moment Liang Shiming has no intention to see, eager to have wings, immediately fly to Xiangji Temple, ask for the Buddha's decree to save his father.

At this time, it was almost evening, Lian Chi put away the French style and looked out of the car, and said: "Not far ahead, enter the valley road, and then you have to walk another section into the Meridian Valley, and you can reach the North Mountain through the Meridian Valley, and the Xiangji Temple is on the mountainside." ”

Following the direction pointed by Lianchi, Liang Shiming looked into the distance, only to see that between the two mountains, under the shade of the green trees, there seemed to be a narrow mountain road, which must be the entrance to the valley.

Hearing Lian Chi say this, Liang Shiming put down the curtain and sat back and asked, "Master Lianchi, now after a stick of incense, you can go to Xiangji Temple, right?"

Lian Chi shook his head slightly, and said with a sinking face: "Doesn't Liang Gongzi hear of 'watching the mountain and running a dead horse', if the valley road is not blocked by the mountain stones and branches, it will still take two hours to go up the mountain." ”

Liang Shiming shook his head helplessly, and then went to beg the coachman to drive faster, even though he had urged him many times before.

Finally, the carriage drove away from the official road and then slowed down, Liang Shiming looked out of the car, and he had already arrived at the valley in front of him.

The mouth of the valley is empty, with rocks and weeds scattered all over the place, and there is no official road here, but it is replaced by a narrow and rugged valley road.

Now looking at the winding stone road valley road, Liang Shiming finally understood why Lian Chi said that it would take two hours.

The coachman stopped the carriage at the mouth of the valley, let a few people get off the car to rest, and took a wooden hammer to re-strengthen the mortise and tenon on the car to cope with the bumpy valley road, while Lianchi explained the essentials of driving in the valley to the coachman again.

At this time, Liang Shiming was stretching his waist and legs under the car, but he accidentally found that under a big tree next to the valley mouth, there was an old man in a white robe sitting on the bluestone, and when he looked carefully, there was no one.

"Could it be that there is a demon?" Liang Shiming said vigilantly.

On the side, Lian Chi was talking to the coachman, and at this time he also glanced back, and said lightly: "This is the important place of Buddhism, and the demons and ghosts dare to come here?"

Thinking that there must have been a lot of strange things recently, he was tired and dazzled, so Liang Shiming stopped thinking about it.

After a short time, the coachman finished repairing, and the group set off in a hurry. Fortunately, the road was smooth and unhindered, and finally before the sun turned west, the carriage drove into the wooded Meridian Valley.

And just when the carriage was about to leave the valley, the coachman suddenly stopped the car, Liang Shiming and others hurriedly looked in front of the car, and saw that the valley road in front was blocked by wood and stones, and then looked up to see, and saw that the mountains on both sides were steep, and it was expected to fall from the mountain. In desperation, they had to let the carriage turn back, and the group abandoned the carriage and walked towards the valley mouth.

Meridian Valley is the gateway to Xiangji Temple.

In the valley, surrounded by green rivers, fragrant grass and trees, green mountains and birds sing and fly from time to time, the freshness and seclusion everywhere make people feel more comfortable, there is a sense of winding paths leading to seclusion, but now it seems that there is no slightest intention to kill.

Lian Chi walked in front with three strands of Wujin pestle in hand, and turned around at this time and said, "Not far ahead, it is Beishan." ”

Liang Shiming looked up and saw a big mountain in front of him, under the cover of the mountains and mountains on both sides, it seemed short and unremarkable, but when he learned that the Xiangji Temple was located on this mountain, he had no reason to have a sense of awe, presumably as the ancients said, the mountain is not high and there are immortals.

Seeing that the valley mouth was in front of them, the group immediately quickened their pace and walked through, and then walked out of the meridian valley and came to the foot of the north mountain.

The clouds are like color, the mountains are empty, although it is almost late autumn at this time, but the north mountain is still wrapped by evergreen trees.

Lianchi pointed to the mountain in front of him and said, "This is the North Mountain, and the Xiangji Temple is halfway up the mountain." ”

Looking at the misty mountain in front of him, Liang Shiming couldn't help but cry with joy, thinking back to the past when he was in torment, today he finally has to have a result, as if he has seen the healing father at this moment, he can't help but speed up his pace here, and gallop up the mountain road with Lianchi and Lu Yezi.

At this moment, seeing Lianchi's footsteps like flying, he had already run far away. Looking at the quiet mountains around him, Liang Shiming felt that he couldn't imagine that the Xiangji Temple halfway up the mountain would also suffer the same catastrophe as Maoshan Mountain.

At this time, seeing Lu Yezi beside him, he seemed to have a premonition of danger, his face was full of anxiety at the moment, and he looked around vigilantly as he walked, presumably he still had lingering feelings about the tragedy of Maoshan Mountain.

"Lu Dao Chang ......" At this time, Liang Shiming was about to open his mouth to speak, but he heard a long howl in mid-air, and then saw a black shadow descending halfway up the mountain.

"Not good!"

Liang Shiming and Lu Yezi invariably lost their voices and exclaimed, at this time, both of them couldn't help but think of the smoke group demon on the top of Maoshan Mountain!

Seeing that Lianchi in front of him saw the black shadow, he hurriedly sped up again, and several ups and downs were gone, although Liang Shiming and Lu Yezi were also frightened at this moment, they didn't think much about it, just quickly followed.

Finally, when Liang Shiming and Lu Yezi came to the halfway point of the mountain, they saw the tall mountain gate of Xiangji Temple from a distance. When the two approached, they saw that the mountain gate was wide open at this moment, and blood flowed all over the open space in front of the door, and there were more than a dozen monks lying horizontally and vertically.

Seeing this tragic situation, Liang Shiming secretly screamed in his heart, and at this time, seeing in the distance, Lian Chi had already visited the fallen monks in turn, and then rushed into the mountain gate.

Liang Shiming hurriedly followed with Lu Yezi, and now seeing that the fallen monk was motionless, thinking that he had already died, he couldn't help but feel nervous and then broke into the mountain gate.

When the two of them followed the mountain gate, they saw a long stone staircase in the depths of the courtyard swaying up the mountain, and at the end of the countless stone steps, there was a majestic hall.

Lu Yezi looked up and said, "That's the Daxiong Treasure Palace!"

At this moment, seeing that Lianchi was about to run to the end of the stone steps, Liang Shiming didn't think much about it, and hurriedly said: "Let's go! Hurry up!" After that, he ran to the stone steps first, and Lu Yezi also gritted his teeth and followed.

At this moment, outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, on the open square paved with stone bricks, a group of monks fell to the ground with dead injuries and rivers of blood.

It is in this mountain of corpses and sea of blood that there is a group of evil ways that are full of the intention of slaughter, looking towards the tall and majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall in the distance, which cannot be defiled.

Counting the past, there are eight people in the evil way, the first one can't see the face, he wears a "Xiao Shou" gold leaf face on his face, wearing a black fang-faced armor, holding a black sword, the sword body is engraved with dark gold inscriptions, and in addition to his majestic and burly figure, he is also wearing a red wind armor, which is slightly swaying in the wind at this time.

Behind him, stood four strangely dressed Taoists, these four were dressed in white robes, white hats, and black veils to cover their faces, each holding a white dust stalk hanging beside him. The killing that seemed to be a genius did not stop for long, and at this time, the white robes of the four people were all soaked in blood, and the clear blood stains flowed freely on the front placket, and they fell endlessly.

In addition to these four people, on the left hand side of the leader, there are also three Taoists. These three Daoists are dressed in Taoist clothes, with long robes and cloud shoes, and bone hairpins, respectively, an old Taoist who is more than half a hundred years old, a swarthy Taoist with a majestic physique, and a white-faced Taoist with a thin body.

At this time, after Liang Shiming and Lu Yezi climbed the stone steps, they just came to the square, and they saw a group of evil ways standing on the right hand side from a distance, and the three Taoists who were slightly closer were the three evil ways they encountered at the tea stall at the ferry that day. But the strange thing is that the horse-faced Taoist who was walking with the three of him was nowhere to be seen at this time.

Lu Yezi was just about to urge the iron rod to look for him, but Liang Shiming hurriedly stopped him and pulled him to hide behind the ancient tree on the side, and at the same time, the two of them saw Lianchi not far behind the demons.

After Fang Cailian came up first, she did not go straight back to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but hid behind an incense burner behind the evil path far away.

At this moment, the two didn't know if he was looking for news, or if he was waiting for an opportunity, Liang Shiming was about to whisper and ask, but saw Lian Chi signaling not to make a sound, and then stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Liang Shiming looked at the Daxiong Treasure Hall on the left hand side again......

At this moment, there are three monks standing under the door of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, an elderly monk in the middle, with a ruddy complexion and wrinkled piles, thinking that he is the abbot of the temple, Master Huiwu. At this time, his eyebrows were tightened, his eyes were slightly open, and there was no fear on his face in the face of the fierce evil ways in the square. On either side of him, there stood a monk standing with one palm, and the resentment on the faces of the two monks was irreparable.

At this time, the eyes of Master Huiwu and the two monks beside him were all focused on the monk in front of him, who was striding down the Daxiong Treasure Hall and facing the direction of the evil paths.

This monk is long and strong, naked upper body, revealing a strong body, black body like an iron tower, on his shoulders, carrying a huge stick, more than two people, thick as a bowl, at this time I saw him walk to a group of evil ways a few feet away to stand, the giant stick to the ground slammed, the hole shouted: "You wait for the evil devils to invade my Xiangji Temple, hurt my people, today come to taste the monk's dragon giant stick!"

At this time, one of the three evil paths, the white-faced evil path with a thin body, glanced at the two Dao brothers beside him, and then bowed deeply to the person in charge, and said: "Enlighten the 'humane protector', the disciple is willing to fight!"

The leader, who was honored as the 'Protector of Humanity', did not speak at the moment, only nodded slightly.

Seeing that he was promised, the white-faced evil dao took out a gold-edged paper fan from his waist, this fan was no more than a foot long, and he couldn't see anything unusual, but the fan pendant was chilling, and it was originally a yellowed human skull.

At this moment, the white-faced evil path took a few steps forward and stood still, only to see him covered with powder, red lips and gold teeth, and a strange appearance that he couldn't bear to look at. He looked at the monk in front of him who was similar to the iron tower, laughed evilly, and scolded: "Bah! bald donkey, report your name quickly!"