Liangzhou, Changfeng County, Taiping Town.

This is an ancient town with abundant vegetation and humid air.

Taiping Town is connected to the Taiping Mountains in the north, Anle Mountain in the south, the early spring is blue, the sun is soft, a carriage is dusty, to this quiet and noisy town.

Bluestone pavement, the vegetable market in early spring is also full of fresh and tender energy, Wang Qingyuan drove, the sound of horses' hooves is crisp, and the naughty boy who has a game seems to have never seen such a high-headed horse, circling around the carriage, but he does not dare to really approach.

The children looked at the green iron long knife sheathed behind Wang Qingyuan's back, and did not hide the envy and yearning in their hearts.

The wind and rain are gone in the dreams of youth, and the world does not know the hardships of cultivation.

Wang Qingyuan sighed in his heart, a young dream, in this chaotic world surrounded by demons, Kyushu is chaotic, and only if you really get involved will you understand.

Dreams, many times, have to pay the price of life.

The boat and car are tired, Wang Qingyuan stayed in this Taiping Town for a night, not that he can't hold it, but the little girl who is only eight years old can't hold it, these ten days, she rarely sleeps peacefully, holding the old man's palm and refusing to let go, compared with the soul refining master, the little girl's muscles and bones have not yet grown, and she can't bear the nourishment of the ancestral qi of heaven and earth, and can only rely on blood and grain to maintain her vitality.

On this day, the little girl almost fell asleep as if she had fainted, but the hand holding the old man was still tight and did not let go.

The inn in the town is not big, some old, but very clean, at dusk, Wang Qingyuan asked for a pot of tea. Sitting at the window, the tea is cloudy. Picked from the top of Taiping Mountain not far away, it is a new tea before the Qingming Festival. The tea fragrance is slightly tender, fresh and enters the lungs.

Wang Qingyuan frowned slightly, and saw that there was a sudden surge of people in the originally quiet town, most of them were young and middle-aged, and their eyes were shining, and they all converged towards the entrance of the town.

"It's really a fairy, and I actually came to my Taiping Town, but I was really jealous. He was blind. ”

"But it's a first-class accurate, this year's head physiognomy fortune teller, a few of them are not observant, and there is no half bucket of water, it is rare to have such a blind female gentleman. ”

"It's good to calculate your fortune, but it's a pity to look at the fairy-like face. ”

In the inn. The shopkeeper and Xiao Er chatted, and after confessing a few words, they also went out.

In the dark. The spiritual power in the ancestral divine court rippled slightly, and Wang Qingyuan got up. Leave half a pot of tea and walk out of the inn.

Zhenzikou.

A small elm table. A bench, a banner in front of the table, on which four large characters are written in an illegible seal: Words and Laws!

What a big breath!

Wang Qingyuan's gaze jumped over the fortune-telling flag, and fell on a graceful and slender figure in front of the elm table.

A beautiful woman dressed in purple, green silk like a waterfall, a nose like jade, especially the pair of pink lips, with a trace of indescribable charm and temptation in the dust.

The woman's legs are slender, concave and convex, and her breasts are full, the only thing that makes people feel is that she has a pair of closed eyes, her long eyelashes tremble lightly, and a slender jade finger is in the palm of a farmer at this time.

The woman in purple is about twenty-nine Fanghua, she calculates very seriously, until the beginning of tomorrow, most of the people leave scattered, some young people are still a little reluctant, but after all, they still gritted their teeth and left, because their mother-in-law is gritting her teeth not far away, and the willow tree that has just pulled out the buds next to her does not know how many branches and leaves have been broken by the robbery.

Wang Qingyuan stepped forward slowly and sat down in front of the stall.

He looked at the purple-clothed woman's closed eyes and said, "If you close your eyes, you can count the fate of the world?"

This son laughed, the little girl was born blind, and fortune-telling is just a family heirloom and easy to learn, just to make a living. ”

The woman in purple smiled, her smile was extremely bright, and she seemed to compare the rising moonlight, and said softly: "I don't know what the son is." ”

"Count the way forward. ”

Wang Qingyuan said, at the same time, the spiritual power shrouded all directions, and even the mind confusion technique operated, penetrating into the woman's ancestral divine court, there was nothing, and the dark starry sky was like an ordinary person.

"Count the way forward?" the woman in purple muttered, "Borrow the palm of the son's palm." ”

Wang Qingyuan stretched out his hand, and his fingertips, which were as white as jade, fell to the palm of his hand, a little cold, but also warm, Wang Qingyuan's heart throbbed, he was shocked, and he was about to run "Time Knife" to calm his restlessness, but the next moment, the woman withdrew her fingertips and frowned slightly.

"I can't figure it out. ”

Wang Qingyuan raised his finger and pointed to the fortune-telling banner and said, "If you can't figure it out, how can you call it a law-telling method." ”

The woman in purple still smiled and said: "If you can't figure it out, you can't open your mouth, and if you calculate it, you will naturally follow the law." ”

I see.

Wang Qingyuan got up, put down a silver ingot weighing two or two, and left without looking back.

The moonlight was like water, pouring down, and the woman in purple got up, she stood bathed in the moonlight, and it seemed that she would fly into the sky at any time and ascend to the bright moon.

Then, she grabbed the fortune-telling banner and turned in the opposite direction to Wang Qingyuan, her steps were slow, but she quickly walked out of the town and disappeared into the vast mountains.

Who the hell is it?

In front of the inn, Wang Qingyuan stopped, turned to look at the direction of the woman in purple leaving, he was sure that this woman came to this Taiping Town, it was not accidental, was it due to fate, or did the other party intentionally?

Even if there is nothing unusual in the other party's ancestral court, Wang Qingyuan will not believe that the other party is really just a physiognomist who travels all over the world, fortune telling, at least, in the vast wilderness, he will definitely not be able to walk for a day, and he will be eaten by hidden beasts or demon beasts There are no bones left.

The most important thing is that his spiritual power gave birth to an induction before, but the source was the prototype of the true meaning of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" conceived by his spiritual power, and there was a vague taste of rejection and hostility.

The Fourth Kill?

Wang Qingyuan nodded, and shook his head again, this is a place that is longer than the history of Kyushu in the world, and it is really difficult to guess.

The next day.

At the beginning of the rising sun, the little girl woke up in a daze, glanced at her grandfather beside her, and then breathed a sigh of relief, and held the old man's hand tighter.

The group of three quickly got on the road again, passed Taiping Town, and within a day or two, they passed through Liangzhou and entered the junction.

At the end of March, the spring flowers in Liangzhou are blooming, the city of Qiming is full of people, pavilions and pavilions, silk brocade, ancient bridges and flowing water, and there are more readers boating on the canal, chanting poems against each other, leaning on the red and green.

The wind and rain in Qiming City are smooth, the people are calm, even in the suburbs, it is rare to hear the demonic atmosphere, the city is rising, there is no curfew, the night is not closed, and the road is not forgotten.

Driving the carriage into the city, Wang Qingyuan showed the waist card of the alternate patrol envoy, and the soldiers guarding the city did not dare to slack off and let him go directly.

But Wang Qingyuan sighed in his heart, he had to think of danger in peace, all the soldiers guarding the door were in good health, although they were full of blood, they were all false fire, and the kung fu of the muscles and bones did not have the majesty and momentum of the gatekeepers at all.

Qiming City is full of flowers, and even the taciturn little girl along the way, Bu Nian, opened a corner of the curtain with some curiosity and looked out carefully.

......

The western suburbs of Qiming City, Leiyin Temple.

A thousand-year-old temple, standing in the smoke and rain in March, the bell rings far away, and the sound of Jinglun turning is endless.

The back hall of Leiyin Temple, in a quiet Zen courtyard.

An old monk in a gray robe sat cross-legged on the futon, his long eyebrows fell to the ground, and the thick red sandalwood fish in front of him did not knock on himself.

"Void Master Ancestor. ”

Outside the meditation room, a young monk in bright yellow monk clothes walked in, saluted eleven times, and handed over a letter.

The gray-robed old monk opened a pair of cloudy and dim eyes, and he didn't see him open the seal, so he sighed, and the letter in his hand spontaneously combusted without fire, and quickly turned into ashes.

The young monk looked at the old monk in front of him, his eyes could not hide his reverence and longing, the one in front of him, but he was the only remaining virtual character monk in Leiyin Temple, it is rumored that he has lived nearly two hundred years old, as early as more than a hundred years ago, he preached the Tao Yuan Shen, and ascended to the realm of real people.

He has not made a move for more than 100 years, but the young monk has no doubt that the depth of this uncle's skill realm has long been out of the ordinary.

The young monk remembered that when he was a little novice, he once asked the master how many years the old man had lived and how many years he could live, and the master shook his head and said with a smile: "Even if you sit down, the master and ancestor will still live for a long time." ”

"Go ahead. ”

I didn't see the old monk speak, and a voice sounded in the young monk's mind, only to feel that reading the Buddhist scriptures in the past, all kinds of incomprehensible barriers suddenly broke through, he was overjoyed, bowed again, and then turned around and carefully exited the Zen monastery.

Looking up at the continuous spring rain and the gray sky, the only remaining gray-robed old monk in Leiyin Temple sighed, and then, his body did not move, and with a faint flash of gold, a slender and young figure stepped out of his body.

This is a young monk who looks about eighteen or nine years old, dressed in a monk's robe, and his appearance is very similar to the gray-robed old monk, the only difference is that the gray-robed old monk's eyes are warm but peaceful, while the young monk's eyes are unruly and indifferent, he glanced at the gray-robed old monk sitting in front of him, and said coldly: "Finally willing to let me out, is this to repay the cause and effect?"

"Amitabha. The gray-robed old monk didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and whispered the Buddha's name.

"Hmph! Selling fame and reputation, fake benevolence!"

The young monk sneered: "But since it has come out, how can I do it without seeing some blood, I hope it will not disappoint me." ”

After speaking, no longer paying attention to the old monk, the young monk turned around, he took a step forward, and a pitch-black Bodhi leaf was born under his feet, and he was far away for more than ten zhang in an instant, and after a few breaths, he walked out of the Leiyin Temple.

Leiyin Temple, Daxiong Treasure Hall.

This generation of the abbot of Leiyin Temple is an old monk who looks a little blessed, he wears a purple and red robe, at this time he is sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha's golden body and beating the wooden fish, chanting with the elders in the temple, the time is close to Qingming, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts who are scattered and cannot be reincarnated.

Click!

Abruptly, the old monk's hand was broken, he frowned, and an elder in the Daxiong Treasure Hall opened his eyes.

"If you live in the temple, you will worry about its people, and if you are far away from Kyushu, you will worry about its king," the old monk sighed, "The real dragon comes out of the troubled times, and the dragon dance in the prosperous era, I didn't expect my Leiyin Temple to enter the ......game early."

"Amitabha!" In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a group of elders of the Leiyin Temple shouted the Buddha's name.

......

The liveliness in Qiming City is different from Zhongzhou, which is the gentleness and roughness of the north and south.

Wang Qingyuan drove, the long street is wide, enough for seven or eight high-headed horses to walk side by side, the Jianghuai women are soft, the flower boats on the canal in the city are warblers and swallows, and the fat powder can be smelled far away.

"Brother Qingyuan, you're going home, aren't you?"

The little girl poked out her immature little head without reading, and said timidly, her big eyes blinked, as if she could speak, and her eyes were a little dim.

"It's coming. ”

Wang Qingyuan nodded and responded softly, he had said that when he passed the boundary of Liangzhou and entered Yicheng, he would be considered home, but now that he has entered Qiming City, most of the little girl is thinking about it, and she is a little sad, because she was adopted by her grandfather, and she was abandoned in the cold alley in her early years, and almost froze to death.

So even if she was only eight years old, she tried her best to save her grandfather, because she understood that if the old man left her again, she really would have no relatives.

And when the group passed through most of Qiming City, Wang Qingyuan, who was driving a horse whip, felt the corners of his eyes jump. There was even more spiritual power surging in the Ancestral Divine Court, and it was like a stormy wave in an instant.

Ten zhang ahead, is the Liangzhou Inspection Division.

This is the Liangzhou Inspection Division in Qiming City, which is the General Inspection Division of a state, which is second only to the headquarters of the capital Luoyang.

The vermilion gate, the copper nails are shiny. Four armor guards the door, standing still like a stone statue. The body exuded this rare iron-blooded aura in Qiming City.

At this time, at the end of the long street, a young monk dressed in an ink-like monk's robe with beautiful eyebrows appeared.

Wang Qingyuan handed over the token of the alternate inspector, and the four armor soldiers said respectfully: "I have seen my lord." ”

"Take care of them until I get back. ”

"Yes, sir!"

The four armor soldiers were stunned for a moment, their eyes swept over the carriage, and then they nodded, and they were in the inspection department. Even if the alternate inspector has many rights, even if he has not yet built a foundation, has not been naturalized, and is crowned with the ninth grade, which is equivalent to a move that has not yet entered the office, it can be seen that the division of a town does not worship.

"Brother Qingyuan. Will you ever come back?"

The little girl was a little nervous, and looked at Wang Qingyuan, although she was a little reluctant to go all the way, but more worried that as soon as Wang Qingyuan left, her grandfather would never wake up.

Reaching out and rubbing the little girl's head, Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath. Said seriously: "I will definitely come back." ”

"Then Brother Qingyuan, go, I will be obedient. The little girl smiled and was very well-behaved.

Leaving the alternate patrol token to the little girl, Wang Qingyuan turned around and walked towards the end of the long street.