"Bang!"

The old monk raised his sword and slashed it, and the whistling internal qi directly split the mountain road, but he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he avoided the lonely tomb and didn't destroy it all together.

The strange old man withdrew and retreated into the procession to greet his relatives, the silk threads in his hands fluttering, and the internal qi poured into the countless dolls along the silk threads.

For a moment, the puppets that had been silent seemed to be restless, as if ghosts smelled fresh human flesh and looked greedily at the old monk. A steady stream of internal qi surged between their bodies, causing their clothes to rise, and the visible blood condensed on their bodies, and then escaped with the wind, as if they were demons there with their teeth and claws.

"Ah!!!h

Except for the "bride" who was still sitting silently in the sedan chair, almost all the puppets opened their chins at the same time and let out a terrible "scream" together.

This cry is like the cry of a hundred ghosts, which makes the mountains and forests shake, and the birds and beasts run.

But it's not so much a "scream" as it is a sound emitted by the vibrations of the internal qi.

Different from ordinary screams, this sound is extremely harsh, which can make the listener's heart shake, and the slightest accident may be shocked by the ear drum, resulting in temporary deafness.

And as a person who has shaken the internal qi, it is strange that the internal qi in the old man's body is also vibrating with the external internal qi, so he will not be affected by this sound.

The terrible "scream" sounded over, the old monk's robe turned over, and then, a golden-bodied Buddha was erected around him, sitting cross-legged between the mountain roads, blocking the mountainside.

The strong internal qi blocked the strange old man's strange tricks, and the next moment, the monk raised his sword again and killed the bright red team.

The hundred ghosts on the side of the strange old man did not show weakness, and they saw that they had different postures, either spit out sharp mouthparts from their mouths, or pulled out long knives from their arms, or their robes were torn, and eight arms were stretched out and they were prostrate on the ground and grinning.

The blood-colored internal qi enveloped them in them, making them all look like powerful demons, their long hair flying, and their bright red robes made their faceless faces even paler.

"Ah!!!h

They screamed and pounced on the rushing old monk from all directions, like a group of demons dancing wildly, trying to eat the flesh and blood.

In Tianmen Mountain, the golden body of the Buddha eyes are angry, and behind him is a piece of Buddha light, like King Kong descending into the world, palms together, Chang Aya agitated, and a palm slapped at the demon in front of him.

And the countless puppets are like barren mountain ghosts, wailing and crying, with endless hatred and unwillingness, showing their minions and biting the Buddha.

When the two collide, heaven and earth are stagnant.

The Buddha slapped his palm on the mountain wall, and there was a loud sound that stopped the clouds, causing the rocks to shatter and the earth to collapse.

But the hundred ghosts dodged this palm and pounced on the Buddha's body, either tearing with their claws, or gnawing with their fangs, or stabbing with bone knives, breaking through the Buddha's golden body, causing the wisps of golden light to fly away.

A ghost rushed in front of the old monk, but was directly disemboweled by the ring knife, turning into a valley where the remnants of the body fell down.

"Old ghost, you can't kill me with these broken woods. Looking coldly at the strange old man surrounded by puppets, the monk said lightly.

"It's not up to you to decide whether you can kill you or not. The strange old man stood silently, tugging at one of his fingers, and replied indifferently.

I have to admit that his voice is very good, clean and pure, and warm. If it weren't for the weird makeup and dazzling red robe, he would have been an enviable gentleman.

The old monk's brow twitched, and then he felt something grab his foot.

Subconsciously looking down, he saw a pale arm clutching his ankle, which was the arm of a doll he had just broken, and the blood-red nails were still so eye-catching.

"It seems that you haven't made any progress over the years. The old monk sneered, and as soon as his internal qi shook, he shook his arm and flew out.

The strange old man continued to pull his fingers, and countless stumps and severed arms grabbed the old monk again.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in the chaotic rain, the ghosts and the Buddha were fighting, and the blood-colored internal qi and golden light were entangled with each other. The lonely grave stood silently in the distance, and there was nothing in front of the tombstone.

"Ah!!h

Watch the old monk gradually be bound by the remnants of endless "ghosts".

The bride in the sedan chair finally stood up.

The red dress on her body is fluttering, there is a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and the light red on her thin lips seems to blur this vast rain color.

The strange old man did not look at her, but took a red cloth from his bosom from one of the dolls and gently covered her face.

"Dang!" the other doll struck the gong in his hand.

As if it was a real wedding day, the strange old man took the bride's hand and walked to the "doorway".

Splitting a puppet again, the old monk's body was almost unable to move. The severed limbs and severed arms mixed with the strange old man's unique internal qi locked him so tightly that he couldn't even bend his elbows.

The sedan chair was put down by the puppets, and the puppets who did not participate in the killing were lined up on both sides of the mountain road, beating gongs and drums, so it was not lively.

It was as if countless people had come to attend the wedding, and it was strange that the old man led the bride and walked in front of the old monk under the gaze of the "crowd".

"I said I would let 'her' kill you with her own hands. ”

With that, the bride's palm was raised silently, like a sharp and incomparable blade, slowly turning over the flesh and blood of the old monk, and submerging into the old monk's chest little by little.

"Huh. The old monk smiled, and at this moment, his internal qi surged again.

The golden light bloomed from his body again, and the ring knife slashed at the strange old man's neck with a majestic internal qi.

Looking at the falling blade, the strange old man's gaze dimmed a little.

"Dang!" After a clang, the ring knife was taken by the bride with her hand.

And the old monk's body had already withdrawn, and the blood in his chest was still flowing outward, but he continued to condense his internal qi outward as if he didn't realize it.

"Do you think that I have only been reciting the scriptures all these years, that monk can't pull out the thoughts I planted for him, just like he can't cut himself off, and he can't cut himself off. ”

After that, the monk looked at the strange old man again, and a cruel smile without Buddha nature appeared on his face: "My talent has always been higher than yours. ”

"Bang!" As a vast internal qi rolled out, the golden-bodied Buddha, which had almost dissipated, solidified again, or rather, it became more condensed than before.

Thousands of Buddha's rays of light shot out, breaking through the clouds and rain and illuminating the sky.

The golden-bodied Buddha opened his eyes and looked hideous, as if he wanted to exorcise the demonic obstacles in this world.

But I don't know that it is the biggest obstacle in itself.

The strange old man took the bride beside him, looked at the Buddha in front of him calmly, and said to the hundred ghosts beside him.

"Ascend to the court. ”

In the blink of an eye, the gongs and drums subsided, and the goblins all turned their heads to look at the Buddha, revealing their flickering fangs and blood-painted claws.

"Roar!"

The palm of the Buddha slapped down, and the ghosts did not dodge or shy away.

The golden and red internal qi touched together again, that is, at the moment of contact, countless puppets disappeared.

But they didn't do nothing, they went on and on the Buddha to tear a hole in the Buddha's body, and it deepened little by little.

The strange old man and the bride were protected by the puppets, and slowly walked along the path broken by them to the old monk.

There are no superfluous moves, this is pure internal qi competition.

Finally, the strange old man walked in front of the old monk.

The old monk smiled, raised one of his hands, and rolled out a palm towards the strange old man.

And the strange old man also took the bride's hand and met this palm.

"Bang !!"

The internal air that swept away the clouds rose into the sky, and the wind and rain were chaotic.

On that day, Tianmen Mountain shook endlessly.

······

When Li Si heard the news and rushed to Tianmen Mountain, everything was already over.

It was still raining in the sky, the ground was full of broken dolls, and the half-broken sedan chair was lying sideways on the side of the road, long since it lost its previous noble appearance.

The old monk was gone, and the strange old man sat on his knees with a ring knife stuck in his chest, leaning against his equally broken bride.

Blood ran down his body, mixed with the rain, and dripped.

"Son. It should have seen Li Si, and the strange old man raised his head with some difficulty, smiled and said.

"You're here······"

"Hmm. Li Si wasn't surprised to wonder why the old man could speak, he just stood there, holding the rotten wood sword in his hand, and his knuckles turned white.

The strange old man looked at Li Si's appearance, his eyes lowered, half loud, he should have thought of something, his fingers trembled, and he manipulated the bride to take out a blood-stained sugar cube from his arms, handed it to Li Si and said with a smile.

"Eat sugar, sir. ”

Li Si looked at the candy cube in front of him without saying a word, and after a long time, he took it and put it in his mouth.

"Is it sweet?" asked the strange old man.

"Bitter. Li Si replied lightly.

"Really?" the strange old man smiled helplessly, his eyes looking into the distance, and his expression became darker and darker.

"Then next time, I'll buy it for you. ”

After that, he glanced sideways at the bride beside him, and this eye seemed to contain all the tenderness in his life.

"Embroidery girl, I'm here to marry you······"

This time, he smiled and leaned against the bride's body, and there was no more sound.

The broken bride hugged him, and with the most beautiful years of her life in her eyebrows.