The severed hand with crimson skin is lying quietly on the bed, and the epidermis is protruding with dark blue blood vessels.

Xu Qi'an felt like he had just finished reading the old corpse in the mountain village in the living room, and while he was afraid, he returned to the bedroom to sleep, opened the door, and found Chu Renmei standing by the bed, staring at him with his white pupils.

The fear in his heart exploded, and every nerve was urging him: run away, run away...

At this time, Xu Qi'an saw the index finger of the severed hand, and moved slightly. Tap your index finger on the bed.

The next moment, the air seemed to become viscous, and Xu Qi'an felt that he was an old cow who had fallen into the quagmire, with an empty body, but it was difficult to take a step.

The five fingers of the severed hand moved, and then, with its feet in its fingers, it crawled down from the bed and crawled along the ground towards Xu Qi'an.

This scene is too terrifying, just like witnessing the scene in a horror movie, Xu Qi'an couldn't move, rolled his eyes, and watched in despair as it crawled to his feet, followed his trousers, and went all the way up....

It wants to parasitize me, just like parasitic monk Henghui.... Why are you staring at me, I'm just a mediocre gong.... Xu Qi'an's frightened thoughts flickered, and the broken hand crawled to his chest, still going up, and then, his thumb and index finger pried open Xu Qi'an's small mouth.

.... Xu Qi'an couldn't resist, his eyes widened instantly, and his expression was frightened.

Immediately after, his mouth was stretched open, and his severed hand was brutally invaded, and his fingers and palms pushed inch by inch into the depths of his throat.

The corners of Xu Qi'an's mouth were cracked, and blood was dripping, how could a person's mouth be stuffed into a hand? Not to mention a throat, but the severed hand seemed to have this intention.

Soon, the severed hand entered his throat, and he saw Xu Qi'an's throat bulging and stretching open little by little, clearly imprinting the lines of his fingers.

This process is very fast, because the severed hand does not consider Xu Qi'an's ability to bear it at all, and like the opposite sex, it passes through the mouth and throat roughly and simply.

The moment the severed hand entered the body, Xu Qi'an wailed in pain, his consciousness seemed to explode into countless pieces, and in the haze, he didn't know how long it took, he saw a temple, the temple was not dedicated to the Buddha's dharma, and a young monk was sitting on the futon.

Xu Qi'an tried his best to see his appearance clearly, but the monk's face seemed to be shrouded in fog, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Why am I here.... Am I dead?and then enter the Western Bliss.... It's impossible, I'm a guy who doesn't respect the Buddha, the Buddha will just clamp my head with the door and kick me out of Elysium.... Xu Qi'an thought self-deprecatingly, and heard the gentle voice of the young monk in his ears:

"The little monk wants to use the donor's body to warm the broken arm, hoping that the donor will be accommodating. ”

.... Xu Qi'an was shocked and tentatively said, "Am I going to be accommodating?"

The young monk sat quietly and ignored him.

.... Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice: "Who are you, why were you sealed in Sangbo?"

"The little monk's name is God. The young monk said this, paused, and his tone was a little hesitant:

"Why am I in Sambo.... I can't remember exactly.... Why am I sealed there.... Where am I from?"

"I'm a god, but why am I in Sambo, and where am I from?"

He was calm at first, but gradually, as he asked himself, his emotions began to lose control, his peaceful and serene temperament disappeared, the entire space shook, and an indescribable terrifying aura overflowed from the monk's body.

It was like a hellish breath, which made Xu Qi'an feel terrified, and his heart beat violently.

This familiar breath... At this moment, Xu Qi'an confirmed that the young monk was indeed the severed hand.

"The little monk is in good shape...", the young monk regained his composure, his trembling breath retracted, and he said in a gentle tone:

"My primordial spirit is crippled, so I can't remember anything from the past. I only know my Dharma name, but I can't remember where I came from or what happened before. ”

At this, the young monk's tone was full of helplessness and pain, as if he was trying to know what had happened in the past, but he was helpless.

Is it because there is only one broken arm?Well, the body is mutilated, so the Genshin is also mutilated, which is very reasonable.... Monk, you're a little miserable.... Xu Qi'an said tentatively:

"Master, I may know a little bit of information, I don't know if it will be useful to you. ”

The young monk's aura suddenly fluctuated slightly, and in the mist, those eyes seemed to be staring at Xu Qi'an.

"The formation you were sealed up in was completed by the Dafeng Imperial Family, Si Tianjian and the Western Buddhism, since you are a member of the Buddhism, I'm afraid, you are from the Western Regions. Xu Qi'an said.

As he spoke, he also made associations: the owner of the severed hand is a monk, and the three forces that seal him are the Dafeng Imperial Family, the Western Regions Buddhism, and the Si Tianjian ... According to the information feedback obtained in the Qinglong Temple, Buddhism obviously attaches more importance to the seals under the Sambo.... Wait a minute!!

Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up suddenly, and he remembered a few details of the Sangbo case: On the third day of the bombing of the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple, Wei Yuan told him that Emperor Yuan Jing had opened the city ban.

On the second day of the bombing of the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple, the bad old man pretended to be sick and stood by and watched the whole process.

The abbot of Qinglong Temple, after confirming from him that he was born with a broken hand, immediately went west.

From these details, it can be inferred that Buddhism is the leader of the Sambo seal. Nine out of ten of the young monks who were sealed were born in the Western Regions Buddhism.

No wonder, no wonder Emperor Yuan Jing wanted to open the city ban. No wonder the prison is pretending to be sick .... It's clear that more is better than less, and it's not your own trouble anyway.

Xu Qi'an later realized the thoughts of Jian Zheng and Emperor Yuan Jing, and immediately, he remembered another detail: Wei Yuan had repeatedly emphasized that he should not take care of the seals and only be responsible for investigating the internal court of Erwuzai.

Nine times out of ten, Wei Yuan also knew the identity of the severed hand, at least knowing that it originated from Buddhism.

It's no wonder that the high-level officials in the capital don't pay attention to the seals, and their energy is all about finding out the two or five boys.... One by one, they are all old silver coins.

Fortunately, I was smart and witty, and through the details of the Xiaoqiguan extermination case and Zhou Baihu's shielding and qi technique, I traced it to Qinglong Temple, and uncovered the mystery layer by layer.

At this time, the young monk sighed lightly: "The poor monk wants to ask the donor for something. ”

"Master, I'm just a martial artist who practices the Qi Realm. Xu Qi'an wanted to refuse euphemistically, Wei Yuan said that the level of the seal was at least a second grade, or even a first grade.

At this level of struggle, he is a little reptile who really has no confidence to mix. Moreover, Xu Qi'an did not forget the original intention of the Golden Lotus Daoist to establish the Heaven and Earth Society: to kill the head of the second grade of the Earth Sect.

The difficulty is only less than letting me ascend the throne as an emperor, and if it involves the grievances and grievances of Buddhism because of your affairs, I might as well usurp the throne myself.... Xu Qian said.

The young monk ignored him and said to himself: "Help the poor monk trace the past and recover his memory..."

In this process, the poor monk will give the donor a certain amount of help. ”

Give a certain amount of help? Xu Qi'an thought of the appearance of the four golden gongs wrapped in gauze, and his heart moved. If there is a seal with you, it is equivalent to an extra hole card.

In this world of imperial power and theocracy supremacy, he can better settle down, at least he doesn't have to worry about being raided and destroyed, and whoever dares to touch a single hair of his family will knock out his brain.

Moreover, after Zhou Chixiong catches it, he will definitely be promoted and raised, and his power will also increase.

However, there are two things that need to be clarified before promising the monks.

"Master, do you need to devour qi and blood from time to time?" Xu Qi'an tried to use calm words as much as possible.

"As long as it's in your body, there's no need for external qi and blood to replenish it. Of course, if you want to use my power, you need to be nourished by essence and blood afterwards, and it is best to be a cultivator. ”

That is to say, as long as you stay in my body, there will be nothing wrong, but if you want to work, you have to eat.... Xu Qi'an nodded, this equivalent exchange echoed his philosophy.

"Why, choose me?" said Xu Qi'an.

"Someone brought me to you. The young monk said, "Because we are one kind of people." ”

Xu Qi'an hurriedly asked: "What is a type of person, master, please give me some advice." ”

The young monk said, "I instinctively feel so, and I can't remember more." ”

Can't remember... The corners of Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched, and he asked again: "Who brought the seniors here?"

The young monk presents a picture in which a figure dressed in black and wearing a hood solemnly opens a bag and takes the severed hand into it.

It is speculated from the figure that with full breasts and round buttocks, she is obviously a woman.

Embroidered on the bag is a white animal, shaped like a fox, smart and beautiful, with a screen-like white tail unfolded behind it.

Fox, screen-like fox tail .... Well, according to the confession of the gray fox in the Sect Division, it was the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom who participated in the Sambo case.... And the empress of the fall of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is the nine-tailed sky fox.... Hey, the people of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom brought the severed hand to me.

Why?

They noticed me.... Xu Qi'an was deeply worried.

.....

Xu Qi'an opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold ground, the faint moonlight providing a glimmer of light to the silent room.

He came to the table, lit the oil lamp, and walked to the bronze mirror with the lamp, in which his masculine face was reflected, and the corners of his mouth were left with dried blood, which he gently wiped away, and found that there was no wound left.

The wounds caused by the unreasonable Shen monkey of the Shenshu monks have disappeared.

The water leak showed that the time was one hour in the morning, that is, 9:15 p.m.

Xu Qi'an sat by the bronze mirror, divergent thinking, and considered what he should do next.

The immediate question is, how should he deal with the severed hand, should he tell Duke Wei about this?

"Wei Yuan appreciates me very much, yes, but I am not his own son after all, and there is a limit to appreciation. And this matter involves the seals of Sambo....

"If he can take out the severed hand for me, it will be fine. If not, will he shield me, or will he seal me away with me?

"And I'm just a gong cultivating Qi Realm, it's impossible not to eat or drink for five hundred years and not die. ”

"The warden must be able to take out the severed hand for me, right? He's a first-class warlock, but the problem is, I don't know him well... Xu Qi'an, Xu Qi'an, you have fallen again, indulging in the warm persimmon of floating incense and can't extricate yourself. Have you forgotten that Chu Caiwei is waiting for your strategy? became Si Tianjian's son-in-law as soon as possible, and the prison is his own person.

"The old man knows my strange luck, and I cannot trust him unreservedly, for he must be plotting something..."

In addition, there is a distant question:

The Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom worked hard to release the seal, and it couldn't be a wedding dress for him.

Secretly bringing the severed hand to him must have a purpose, and I knew this with my toes. And this purpose, is it good or bad for him?

The monk said, "I can nourish his arms and the spirit.... Is this the reason why the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom brought it to me?

Will they come to retrieve the severed hand one day? When the time comes, no one can say whether I will die or live.

At this moment, he heard the gentle voice of the monk of Shenshu ring in his head:

"Keep it a secret!"

.... Xu Qi'an's face froze.