In the troubled times, the people are not living, starving and dying, some people become monks, some people fall into the grass for cowards, just to find a place to settle down. Qi Heng Mountain, there is such a gang of bandits, they occupy the mountain as the king, rob the passers-by, and here is the only way for many people who do business, and some big businessmen, naturally give some money to pass, some unlucky small businessmen, can only think that they are unlucky or scatter all their wealth and things, or scatter their lives, after all, the bandits here are some people who are thirsty for killing, if it is not for the bandit leader Hong Meng to set the rules, I am afraid that the vast majority of the businessmen who strayed into this mountain have gone and never returned.

Qiheng Mountain is not barren, it can even be said that the trees are sparse, but there are wild beasts in the mountains, and some have already been tortured and cooked by the bandits entrenched in the mountains, at this time it is nearly noon, the sun is hanging overhead, there is no trace of cool breeze in the mountain road, there are two people sitting under the shade of a tree at will, one person looks rough, the face is square, the facial features seem to have not grown, if you don't look closely, I am afraid that this person is closed, this person is shirtless, wearing a pair of gray cloth pants, and the mouth is still coming out from time to time:

"Ouch, damn it, I'm dying of heat. ”

Vulgar words like that.

Another old man, but a monk's dress, bare head with a nine-point ring scar, the face is not like the monk's common kindness and modesty, but a fierce and vicious appearance, in the cloudy eyes, there is an eye, already flowing with black and yellow thick pulp, obviously has long been blind, the only remaining eye is not clear, in addition, it is worth noting that this person's ears are also the same as the eyes, as if they were cut by a knife, with bloody yellow teeth, with this appearance can indeed frighten children to cry.

The old man who looks like an old monk is cross-legged on the ground, taking advantage of the shade of the trees, there is a string of objects that seem to be rosaries in his hands, I saw that he closed his eyes slightly, and issued a series of words in his mouth, and his thumb and palm gently waved the string of prayer beads, which seemed to be in a peaceful mood, but his face was hideous, two completely different artistic conceptions, so that people looking at this picture felt abrupt.

The rough bandit who seemed to be arrogant before, carefully suppressed his voice as low as possible, looking quite respectful and obedient, and whispered to the old monk beside him:

"You have this skill, why did you come to our small place to be the third child?"

"Hey, hey.. Huh"

"Ahem. . . Ahem"

I saw the old monk grinning with two rows of bloody yellow teeth, laughing twice at first with an ugly sound like sandpaper grinding iron, and then coughed violently, and a mouthful of black blood actually spat out down his throat, this scene is really a little terrifying and disgusting.

Even the bandit beside him avoided it again and again, and the thumb on a straw sandal was stuck with a mixture of thick phlegm and black blood.

"I said Zhao Qiang, what do you think I look like?"

The old monk's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth were a little raised, and he asked Zhao Qiang in a playful tone.

These words did make Zhao Qiang a little confused, he thought to himself

"Hey, isn't this old man just an old thief and bald? Could it be that he is not a monk?"

Zhao Qiang replied in a puzzled tone:

"I heard the boss call you an evil monk, are you always a monk?"

'Hello'

The old monk spat out his phlegm, scratched his right hand in the crotch of his pants a few times, and grinned:

"Lao Dao, my nickname is indeed an evil monk, but he is a full Taoist priest, but he likes the deliciousness of human flesh, and the most elastic of them is the meat of the bald donkey. ”

Hearing this, even Zhao Qiang, who has been robbing homes and houses all year round, burning, killing and looting, is a little cold, but he doesn't dare to have the slightest disrespect on the surface.

"Which... You are old, why do you eat monks, isn't the meat of women and dolls more delicate?"

Zhao Qiang asked in a cautious tone.

"Eh, you offspring, do you know a hammer? The bald donkey has been eating fasting and reciting Buddha for decades, with a pure heart and few desires, how can it be compared to the filthy things you said?

Although Zhao Qiang felt that this evil monk might have some problems in his brain, he didn't dare to say that this monk had taken out the hearts of the three masters on the first day, and that scene, good guy, scared several bandits to pee their pants at that time.

The boss Hong Meng could only come out to play a round game, saying that the third master was inferior to others and deserved to die, and from that day on, the third master became the obedient old monk in front of him.

Just when the two were chatting, on the mountainside of Qiheng Mountain, there were several thatched houses, the largest of them, under the eaves there was a decent standing, a plaque written with a small seal, "Juyitang" three bright and sparkling big characters, although the writing technique is a little rough, but here is the place where the bandits gather, most of the grass Kou for the elegant people are sneering, and the bandits of Qi Hengshan do not dare to have this thought, just because the three words of Juyitang are written by their two masters, nicknamed the iron-headed scholar.

There are two people sitting in the hall in the hall, one of them sits at the top of the middle of the hall, the chair can be described as wild, the chair as a whole is made of animal bones, leaning on is spliced together by three backbones, and the armrests are connected by the snake bones in parallel, only to see a man as strong as the iron tower, sitting on it, dark skin, the muscles around the body are coiled and the dragon is coiled, the appearance is even more rough and heroic, a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wide mouth and square nose, this person is the bandit leader "Hong Meng".

"Boss, don't you plan to avenge the third brother?" asked in a gritted tone.

The source of the voice is the fat man with big ears below, who is white and fat, this person has a simple face, big eyes, a collapsed nose, thin lips and a round face, and the iron-headed scholar "Hong Wanjuan" is the nickname of this person.

I saw that his face was flushed, his eyes were small, and he was obviously angry.

Hong Meng looked at his second brother, who had always been Sven, and said with surprise in his heart, "This second brother and the third brother have always been at odds, how can there be such a monstrous hatred?"

Although surprised, Hong Meng still comforted softly: "Second brother, what do you think of this evil monk?"

As soon as he asked, Hong Wanjuan was puzzled, "Boss, you gave him the surname at the beginning, and he didn't accept it, and said that I was vulgar, why did you swallow this breath, boss?

"Second brother, when this person killed the third child that day, you were close, can you see this person's methods clearly?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell into a brief silence.

After a while, Hong Wanjuan replied with some horror: "When he killed the third brother that day, he raised his hand in front of the third brother, and when his hand fell, he was already behind the third brother, and the heart he was holding was still beating, obviously using a fast and extreme technique. ”

After hearing this, Hong Meng seemed to confirm some kind of conjecture, got up and walked back and forth, and then said: "Second brother, don't interfere at this time, according to the news from Fucheng, this monk killed the Xuanji elder of Fuyun Temple, it is said that Xuanji is a person who practices immortal magic and Taoism, according to the strength that has been spread on the rivers and lakes before, it is absolutely impossible for this person to kill Xuanji, so I think this person must have something strange." ”

Hong Wanjuan was a little scared after hearing this: "Boss, why didn't you say it earlier, if he really has such strength, wouldn't you and my brothers go up to find death? Fortunately, I couldn't help but do it at the beginning... Thankfully!"

Hong Meng stroked his chin with his right hand at this time, as if he was thinking about something, and then said firmly: "Second brother, I have already made a plan, during this time, there will be a big man passing by here, you and I let this monk go up and beat it, provoke a conflict between the two sides, and pretend to kill people with a knife in the hands of others!"

At this time, there was a breeze on the mountain road, the trees were swaying, the sleeves were flying, and the evil monk stood on a huge rock, looking at the horizon in the distance, the greed in his eyes overflowing, only to hear his lips move slightly and whisper softly:

"Here !! come"