On the observation deck, there was a faint light, and the shadow was wrong.

The torches that were about to burn out, the dripping residue of the fire oil fell to the ground, sizzling.

Glancing at the middle-aged man in the brocade robe hanging in the air, he saw that his pain and wailing were too noisy. The bearded guest's fingers flicked out of the air, and immediately sealed the meridians and points of the lower half of the person's body. The pain in the brocade-robed man's feet disappeared suddenly, and he no longer struggled.

Half an hour later.

The brocade-robed man who returned to the body rubbed his eyes, slowed down and stared at the bearded guest, and suddenly said: "You evil thief! This official has no grudge against you, why did you kill the killer and kill this official, cut off my feet and capture me here, what is your intention!"

Hearing the questioning words of the brocade-robed man, the bearded guest was silent and ignored it.

"Phew, you dog official, set up such a poisonous plan to lose your conscience and frame the old man for injustice! Young man, you move me to this miscellaneous side, I want to eat his flesh and drink his blood!" Yin Mingjia, who was dressed in red and bloody, stared at his red eyes and opened his big mouth stained with white teeth and bloodstains, like a raging and bloodthirsty beast staring at the jade robe and brocade robe.

Hearing someone below scolding him, the brocade-robed man saw an old man in red sitting on the huge wooden table. After looking at this person and identifying it carefully, he was suddenly frightened, and immediately wanted to turn around and run, but his feet were broken and he was controlled in mid-air, so he could only wave his hands wildly.

As if he had seen an evil ghost, the brocade-robed man shouted in fear: "Ah, it's Yin Mingjia!

When the two of them met, they started to pinch each other, crying and scolding loudly. The bearded man shook his head helplessly, and then flicked it in the air, striking out several rays of true qi, continuously sealing the whole body of the two of them.

In the middle of the night, the top of Eagle Mountain regained some quiet, a breeze blew, the leaves in the depths of the forest were blown and brushed, and the soldiers and soldiers hidden in it were as quiet as cicadas, and they did not dare to make the slightest sound, for fear of alarming the evil demons on the top of the mountain.

Looking at the two people in front of him, who were no longer struggling to make noise, the bearded guest said with satisfaction: "You two are not good things, and when you arrive at the Wei army camp, you will have your good fruits to eat! ”

Yin Mingjia's red eyes were full of fire, staring at the brocade-robed civil official, the two of them converged slightly, and the city lord Li Jin immediately drooped his head, closed his eyes in horror, and did not dare to look at the old man again.

With one move, the black sword Mo Yang still has a lot of wisdom, and he obediently provokes the two of them one after the other.

The bearded guest muttered in his heart: "Things are almost the same here, the soldiers and soldiers in the mountains should wait for the Wei family army to clean up by themselves!

"What kind of reward should I ask for, this time it took a lot of effort to capture this old monster, catch this dog official, and kill Lucixing's soul, and almost died under the old guy's hammer. ”

As he walked down the mountain, the bearded man calculated how he could make a big deal on this trip.

In the middle of the night, the black horse galloped on the official road outside Cangzhou City.

Looking at the ruins and broken walls in front of him, the bloody aura of the sky filled the ruins of the ancient city, and the horse on which the Mai monk sat kept panting suddenly, and no matter how the monk whipped and drove it, the black horse was no longer willing to take another step forward.

In desperation, the Mai monk led the horse and found a dead wood to tie the black horse well.

"Wow, squeak!"

Ruined city walls, scattered brick roof tiles.

The dark night sky, the slow pace, one foot deep, one foot shallow on the devastated streets.

The ground was littered with white bones, a pungent smell of burnt fish, and the low-lying areas of the road were full of blood stains and filth that had not yet dried up.

Like a hell on earth like a devil's cave, gusts of wind blew, like whispering, like crying, like angry scolding, like compassion. The monk was in the middle of it, and he was also terrified.

"Amitabha!" the monk hurriedly chanted the Buddha's name to calm his mind.

"Who made this heinous murder, this thousand-year-old city has such a catastrophe, it is really a great misfortune in the world!"

He took out two small bronze lamps from the sleeves of his sackcloth and lit the fire fold to continue to light the heart of the lamp.

Faint light, ethereal Buddha sound.

Wisps of light and smoke rise into the night sky.

The Mai monk sat cross-legged on the open ground and recited scriptures, surpassing the souls of the dead.

Early the next morning.

Whoosh!

One purple and six black, seven people stood on the city wall.

The jade-faced purple clothes looked down, and then shook his head and sighed: "This old monster is so brutal when he comes out of the pass, and the good thousand-year-old city is ruined, it's a pity." ”

"Yes, look at the city full of white bones, this is how many mortals have been slaughtered to have such a shocking scene, and I have never heard that this person has practiced evil magic and demon skills, how can Yin Mingjia, who suddenly came out of the customs, be so brutal?" Among the six people behind Ziyi, someone echoed and said.

"Slaughtering so many mortals, the old guy's immortal bridge will definitely be broken, and it is estimated that Yin Mingjia's anti-heaven calamity should not be far away!"

"Yes, the old monster will die sooner or later!"

"It is rumored that this Yin Mingjia has obtained the White Emperor's Golden Hammer, which is a superb spiritual treasure used by a refining master!"

Six, you and I will tell you a word.

The jade-faced purple clothes suddenly waved his hand lightly: "Why is there a living person there, monk?"

The six people behind him followed the gesture of the purple-clothed young man and looked down, and sure enough, they saw a gray-robed monk sitting motionless in the open space of the city square, as if dead silence.

Everyone was thinking, and suddenly the tall brocade robe among the six exclaimed: "It's him! ”

The jade-faced purple cloth was full of doubts, and said in an estimation: "Yongzhou, Foguang Temple is more than a thousand miles away from here, this monk must have just arrived here last night, and suddenly rushed here to do something?"

"Senior Brother Qiuchen! He was the one who destroyed the Soul Pagoda we placed in Luofengpo Town last time! It was this Mai monk named Jueyun! This person has profound Buddhism and should not be underestimated. The tall black-clothed brocade robe told the purple-clothed young man about the Soul Tower in Luofengpo Town.

"Oh! Then today is really a narrow road, I was met by us, dare to kill my Qianyuan Palace Yin Wei, this Foguang Temple's courage is really not small! I'll go and meet this person later!" The purple-clothed young man said, and took the lead in flying down, straight to the Mai monk in the square.

The six people in black and brocade robes followed closely behind the purple clothes and jumped off the city wall one after another, heading towards the square.

Seven people stood quietly three feet in front of the little monk.

"The green mountains do not change, and the green water flows forever. Monk Jueyun, let's meet again!" the tall black-clothed brocade robe in the crowd was like a bell, and he was the first to scold.

The Mai monk, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, listened but did not hear, and continued to chant Buddhist scriptures with his palms folded.

Seeing that the monk was unmoved, the tall black-clothed brocade robe was very annoyed, and suddenly stepped forward to draw his sword.

"Hmm!" the jade-faced purple robe let out a cold snort with threat, stretched out his hand and lifted it up, and the black-clothed brocade robe immediately comprehended, and then retreated to the six.

At this time, the seven people were scattered around the monk, all of them watched quietly without moving, and the Mai monk in front of them continued to chant the scriptures.

After a quarter of an hour, the chanting stopped.

Brushing off the dust on his body, the Mai monk slowly stood up, put away the bronze lamp on the ground, and said in his mouth: "There are two lamps in front of the deceased, one is faint and the other is bright, so the mountains and rivers are still there, and I will see the old people again." ”

The monk put everything away, folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Dare to ask the donor why the seven people surrounded the little monk like this?"