In the middle of the night, the cold moon hangs high, and the sky is silent.

Luotian Mountain, double-faced Buddhist temple.

In the main hall, in front of the tall easel, a young scholar stepped on the wooden ladder, frowned slightly, held a paintbrush, and after sketching a few strokes on the drawing board in front of him, he stopped and looked at it for a while, as if thinking about how to move the pen next.

On the other hand, on the huge canvas the size of Zhang Er, the prototype of a majestic tiger has been sketched, and on the side of the wooden ladder stands an old man wearing a gray robe and three locks of long hair under his chin, looking at the portrait while brushing his beard, showing admiration.

These two people are naturally Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia.

I only heard Yi Dingjia break the silence and said, "Why did Gongzi draw the tiger first, instead of the red-clothed Arhat?"

Feng Shuzhu stopped his pen, looked at his paintings, and said with a slight smile: "Tigers are easy to paint, but Arhats are difficult to do." ”

Yi Dingjia paused, as if he didn't understand what he meant, pondered for a while, and said: "I don't understand, dare to ask my son, how can I say this?"

Feng Shuzhu stood on the wooden ladder, turned half of his body, and said slowly: "This tiger only needs to draw momentum, and the iron-headed Arhat is casual by nature, and I don't know how he will change in the future." Speaking of this, Feng Shuzhu also paused, looked out of the hall, and whispered: "It is very likely that he will not see this painting." ”

Although the latter sentence was very small, Yi Dingjia still heard it, his face was stunned, and he was about to ask a question.

Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind that broke through the temple door and blew straight in, blowing so hard that people's eyes were hard to open, and the paint of the pen holder on several cases was immediately blown over.

Hearing the sound of "bang" again, the rice paper that was firmly nailed to the easel was also torn apart.

Feng Shuzhu shook twice on the wooden ladder, and finally stood firm, Yi Dingjia saw that the drawing paper was broken, and said in shock: "This, how is this good?"

Feng Shuzhu didn't pay attention to him, but looked out of the hall with a solemn expression, his eyes froze, and a solemnity rose between his eyebrows, and said, "It's murderous!"

Without waiting for Yi Dingjia, who was stunned on the side, to speak, Feng Shuzhu had already fallen from the ladder, and said slowly: "It seems that tonight's matter is imminent, and it is important to save the lives of the craftsmen first." ”

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he looked outside the palace gate, and then looked at Feng Shuzhu, he couldn't figure it out for a while, he stood there in a daze, and watched Feng Shuzhu float out of the hall in a daze.

Outside the hall, at this time the moon is dark and the wind is high, the wind Shuzhu stands on the eaves corner of the Fuhu Palace, the clothes are blown to hunt and move, look down the mountain, only to see the direction of the small temple in the west of Luotian Town, it has already been a firelight, the air is even more colorful, all kinds of magic weapons are not stopped, the wind faintly screams and screams from time to time, bursts of bloody air are coming, and I don't know when the red light shrouded in the whole mountain has disappeared, the wind Shuzhu's body is shocked, and I know that something is wrong.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of "whooshing" several consecutive sounds breaking the sky behind him, and turned around to see that several monks in gray monk robes appeared, led by Kong Ming. I saw Kong Ming holding a monk's stick, and the monk's robe was stained with blood in many places, and he said with a panicked face: "Feng Shaoxia, we were attacked in the small temple in the west of the town, and the senior brother asked me to come and inform you, and quickly rescue the craftsmen on the mountain." ”

Feng Shuzhu's eyes widened, and he said, "Is the empty mage safe?"

After all, Kong Ming was young and anxious, and his face was anxious, and he said: "Senior brother has Jingchenzi and a Taoist friend to help, and he can resist the attack of the demons for the time being, but the fighting style of the slaves who died together is really very damaging, and the young man of Wangfeng helps the little monk to eliminate the slaves in the temple." ”

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the Rebirth Hall below, and said, "That is where the slaves are located, you can set fire to them and follow me quickly." ”

How do you know that the word "come" has not yet been finished, suddenly heard a burst of wild laughter in the night sky, the sound shook the four wilds, and then showed a big monk of medium stature, born with a square face and wide mouth, holding a Zen staff, wearing a colorful robe, a string of skull Buddha beads hanging on his chest, a pair of snake eyes under a pair of thick black eyebrows, the sinister and ruthless color is fully displayed, forcing everyone to look at it, it is the double-faced Buddha of the big master.

Feng Shuzhu frowned slightly, and whispered to Kong Ming behind him on the side of his eyes: "This person is the Double-Faced Buddha, you wait to do things as soon as possible, there is me here." ”

When Kong Ming and several senior brothers heard the words of the double-faced Buddha, they didn't feel a shock to their bodies, and they thought that their opponents who had been here for many days were able to see them, and they didn't feel that they looked up and took a deep look, nodded their heads, and jumped down from the palace.

The two-faced Buddha waited for everyone to jump down, and before he could gain a firm foothold, he waved his big hand and shouted to the below: "Little ones, stop them for me." ”

In the corridor below, a group of red-clothed monks rushed out, holding scimitars, and blocked Kong Ming and others. The two ways of good and evil have always been hostile, and they didn't say much when they looked at their faces, and they were able to kill the killer, only to see the golden light of Buddhism and the cold glow of demons flashing in the crowd, and then the screams and screams were endless, and the bloody aura suddenly rose, filling the entire double-faced Buddhist temple.

Originally, Kong Ming and the others had gained the upper hand, killing the red-clothed monks and howling wolves, and they could not form an army. At this moment, a red-clothed monk suddenly appeared at the other end of the road, directing a group of villagers dressed as characters to rush over, and when you look closely, those people not only look numb, their skin is like white ash, their eyes are the size of chicken eggs, flashing red, but they are also moving like the wind, and they can't help but say, they firmly hugged the gray monk-robed monk, and there was a "roar" in their throats The sound, as low as a beast, turned into blood and water together, and in the blink of an eye, four or five monks were tragically poisoned, and when Kong Ming and the others had seen such a battle, they were all stunned with fright, and were forced to retreat to a corner.

Feng Shuzhu's face sank when he saw this, and he pointed to the double-faced Buddha and shouted: "To come up with such a cruel and inhumane trick, it seems that you are really a heinous person." After speaking, he took out an emerald green flute more than an inch long from his cuff, and the flute grew long when he saw the wind in his hand, growing to about three feet, and his whole body was extremely green.

Feng Shuzhu brought the flute to his lips, his eyes slightly closed, and his fingers continued to flick. A flute sound came from the air, the flute sound was not loud at first, and then gradually rose up, from low to passionate and clear, and even the roof tiles of the surrounding halls trembled incessantly. When the red-clothed monks heard the sound of the flute, their faces were instantly painful, they dropped their weapons in their hands, fell to the ground and rolled with their heads in their hands, while those slaves also stopped attacking and stood in place in a daze, their bodies expanding and growing.

"Jiugao Demon Song!"

The two-faced Buddha standing on the opposite side exclaimed in a trembling tone, and said, "You are, are you Feng Shuzhu?" When he said the last word, as if he was suffering great pain, his words also seemed to be difficult, and his body was constantly trembling, showing signs of instability.

When the flute rose again, the double-faced Buddha hurriedly sealed his hands, threw up the Zen staff in his hand, and inserted it directly into the bluestone pavement in front of the group of red-clothed monks at his feet.

With the help of the sound of the golden ring of the Zen staff, those red-clothed monks eased their painful expressions slightly, but with the sound of the flute in their ears, they suddenly broke and flickered, and one after another, the sound was like a crane, loud and piercing, and they fell to the ground again.

After another moment, the flute sounded as if it couldn't bear to torture the demons anymore, and finally climbed to the extreme, piercing the clouds and cracking stones.

In mid-air, the skulls around the double-faced Buddha burst open, and a stream of blood mist erupted from the mouth, and the body shook and fell straight down.

On the ground, the bodies of the group of slaves also swelled to the limit, "bang bang bang", with a series of bursting sounds, turned into piles of thick black blood water, emitting bursts of foul smell, and the group of red-clothed monks had already been killed and injured.

Feng Shuzhu looked at the miserable appearance in front of him, slowly put away the fairy flute, sighed lightly and shook his head, and said lightly to the stunned Kong Ming and the others: "Master Kong Ming, the demons here are all eliminated, you can quickly go and burn the source of the lair." ”

Kong Ming and the others came back to their senses when they heard the sound, and they were about to run towards the Hall of Rebirth, but when they saw a sudden change, they saw the double-faced Buddha who fell to the ground, closed his eyes like blood, let out a burst of wild laughter, and shouted with a bit of sadness: "Feng Shuzhu, you are too underestimated of this seat." After speaking, he let out a loud roar from the sky, and spit out a cloud of black gas from his mouth, which lingered around his body, and after a week of spinning, a huge meat bag was born on the top of his bare head, and the meat bag grew bigger and bigger, and at the same time, the skin on the surface was constantly beating and bursting, as if a strange insect broke out of the cocoon.

However, this was just the beginning, and with a low popping sound, the surface of the skin of the Double-Faced Buddha's whole body was constantly beating and tearing, as if every part of the body was about to burst open. It didn't take long for the alien who had taken off his clothes and got rid of his flesh and skin, and saw a monster with two sides and four arms, naked body, blue skin, fiery red hair, and a height of more than a foot that resembled a yaksha appeared in front of people's eyes.

After a burst of inhuman laughter, a rough and dry voice said, "This is the true body of this seat, the two-faced Buddha demon!"

Without waiting for anyone to speak, the monster's head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and after facing forward, he spoke again, but his voice was a shrill whimper, and he said: "Feng Shuzhu, I have asked you to be a sword and flute, I don't know if I can make this seat amazing today." ”

After speaking, the head of the double-faced Buddha and demon turned again, turned back to the previous face, raised a move, sucked the Zen staff inserted in his hand and placed it in front of his chest, and then a cloud of black gas rose from under his bare feet, and slowly lifted the whole body, until he came to the opposite side of the wind and bamboo, Fang stopped, and made a rough and dry voice, shouting: "Buddha and Demon Twin Swords!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the Zen staff in the hands of the double-faced Buddha and demon flashed, turning into two magic swords, one long and one short, the long sword was black, the sword body looked very heavy, and there was a black qi circling and winding on it;

The long sword is in front and the short sword is in the back, and they are held by the two right hands of the two-faced Buddha and demon in the front and back.

Seeing this formation, Kong Ming and the others on the side were already stunned with fright, trembling and sweating, and looked up at Feng Shuzhu, but found that his face was indifferent, and he never said a word. Just staring at the double-faced Buddha in front of him, his right hand was behind him, his left hand was slowly raised, his palm was spread upward, and then the cuffs flashed fluorescently, and a piccolo stood in the palm of his hand. The hilt of the sword is down, rotating continuously, the sword is sharp, eager to try, like a cage for a long time, today to break free from the tiger box of the present world, exuding a heroic righteousness, and the figure of the wind and bamboo merge into one, forming an invisible sword breath, permeating the surroundings.

The opposition between good and evil, the stars and the moon have no light, and the heaven and earth are slaughtered, as if the next moment is a stormy wave, and the sky is falling apart.

Kong Ming and the others stood on the ground, holding their breath and concentrating, looking up at the sky silently, staring at the two people in the confrontation.

Nervous, nervous, nervous.

I was so nervous that I could hear my own heartbeat, and I was so nervous that my palms involuntarily oozed sweat.

Kong Ming's eyes didn't dare to blink, and his throat was dry and itchy, so he unconsciously swallowed his saliva with a "grunt".

"Buddha and Demon Double Wheel Slash!"

The double-faced Buddha Demon finally made the first move, and with a broken drink, I saw that its front and back bodies rotated alternately, and the long and short swords staggered and swung out rapidly, sometimes heavy as a towering mountain, sometimes light as a feather, the sword momentum was unpredictable, and the murderous aura was soaring.

At the same time, the corners of Feng Shuzhu's mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled clearly.

"Chasing the Wind!"

With a cold drink, Ling Ran took out his sword, only to see the sword shadow heavy, the figure moved and fell, and the latter came first, stabbing out several swords in an instant, and the sword edge broke through the air, leaving a beautiful fluorescent arc.

At the time of the mistake, in the sonorous collision of the three swords, the two had already faced dozens of swords.

In contrast, Feng Shuzhu's swordsmanship is as fast as the wind, with a sword hidden in the sword, and his body is elegant, while the double-faced Buddha and demon are slightly dull, but the swordsmanship is ruthless and spicy.

After a move, the double-faced Buddha Demon changed to a shrill whimper, with a slight hint of mockery, and said, "Feng Shuzhu, is this all your Taoism does?"

Feng Shuzhu snorted coldly, and the corners of his mouth moved.

"The wind is surging!"

The wrist flipped, the fairy sword shook, and the sword blade stirred the surrounding invisible cyclone, carrying infinite sword power, and it had already made another move.

This move is a perfect combination of speed and Dao power, the momentum is public, the sword is vertical and horizontal, and the sword is pressing.

The double-faced Buddha Demon was attacked for a while, and he barely took this move, but he took a few steps back in the air, and the defeat was beginning to appear, and several places in his chest and abdomen had already been swords, and red blood flowed out.

"Hah!"

The double-faced Buddha Demon looked down at the wound, let out a roar, the long and short swords in his hands clashed in front of him, the black and red two qi hovering in the sword body coiled and intersected, emitting great power, for a time the pneumatic mountains and rivers, several zhang qi waves rolled up around, the temple collapsed under his feet, the broken wall and remnants flew up, and the volley revolved around the body, ready to go.

"Buddha and Demon Forbidden!"

As the double-faced Buddha and demon swung out the long and short swords in front of him, a few feet or so in front of him, a huge cross star appeared out of thin air, rushing towards the wind and bamboo with countless broken wall remnants, and its momentum was extremely powerful.

Feng Shuzhu's wrist flicked, and a sword flower danced.

"Slanting wind and drizzle!"

With the sound of humming, the sword spits out Linghua, forming countless threads of dense brilliance, dragging a long tail wing, breaking through the oncoming broken wall remnants, colliding with the cross starlight, with a loud bang, forming a huge shock wave, turning up the shocking waves, rolling up the bluestone pavement below cracks.

After colliding with the Doji Star Radiance, the remaining dozens of sword blossoms rushed straight ahead, cutting off the legs of the double-faced Buddha and demon and the left arm in an instant.

The power of this kind of fighting method is beyond the ability of Kong Ming and others, everyone does not wait to be reminded, they have already hid far away, and they are in a corner, looking up and watching this rare battle, and then seeing that the wind and bamboo have gained the upper hand, all of them have a slightly soothing expression, and only then do they remember the task of setting fire to the Rebirth Palace, so several people support each other and slowly walk forward, but they still seem to be reluctant to give up on this fighting method, and look back from time to time.

At this time, the demons in the double-faced Buddhist temple have been executed, and the craftsmen have long been afraid of the bloody scene in front of them, and found that the red light shrouded in the mountain has disappeared, so they have no time to wait for the victory and defeat of good and evil, and they have all scattered and fled down the mountain.

And in the backyard of the central hall of the double-faced Buddhist temple, an old man wearing a gray robe and three locks of long hair under his chin, but holding a torch, smashed the door lock, just entered the hall guarded by heavy soldiers on weekdays, and then lifted the lid of several large wooden boxes in the hall, and suddenly showed the whole box of gold and silver treasures glowing with jewels in front of him

I saw that he opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly found a place to insert the torch, put his hand into the box, picked up the pearl jade, and muttered: "Master Zu is really effective, and I am destined to take this fortune in my life." After speaking, he bent down and looked back at the door of the lower hall, and saw that there was no one else, so he took out the blanket he was carrying from under his armpit, put it on the box, and immediately loaded it with jewels, gold and silver, and said to himself while loading: "This double-faced Buddha is a cultivator, why is he so greedy for money." Speaking of this, his hand stopped, thought for a moment, then smiled sinisterly, and continued: "I think that the old man is also a cultivator, isn't he so greedy for money." After speaking, as if praising himself, he laughed obscenely "hehe".

Outside the hall, Kong Ming and the others had retreated to the gate of the mountain at this time, and the gray monk's robes reflected the red fire.

Behind him, with the help of the mountain wind, the raging fire had engulfed the entire Rebirth Temple, and the flames had spread to the surrounding temples.

Kong Ming saw it in his eyes, knowing that in a moment, the fire would burn down the entire double-faced Buddhist temple, and looking up, there was no suspense about the fighting method of wind and bamboo and double-sided magic, so he and all the junior disciples supported each other, carried the monk's stick, and ran down the mountain.

Under the night sky, the double-faced Buddha Demon was hit hard by this, and he couldn't help but be greatly annoyed, and his luck suppressed the bleeding wound, and his body trembled in mid-air, showing a slight sign of instability, but he still laughed fiercely: "Good swordsmanship." When he said these three words, it was as if he had exhausted all his strength. After a slight sigh of relief, his voice returned to rough and dry: "Feng Shuzhu, do you think this is the end?" After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and raised the black and red swords.

The two swords were hovering side by side in mid-air, but I saw that the double-faced Buddha and demon were chanting words in their mouths, and their hands were twisting the Dharma seal.

Suddenly, "Ah, ......", a miserable scream sounded, it was the face behind the two-faced Buddha and demon, I saw that the face with fear, angry look, is gradually being absorbed by the body, the process seems to be extremely painful, the corners of the mouth on that face can't help shaking, but can no longer make a sound, and finally only one eye remains, with a hateful gaze, staring at the night sky, or the wind and bamboo, but in the end it slowly disappeared.

Look at the double-faced Buddha again!

I saw that it seemed to eat some strange treasures, and when it landed, it became inflated, its red hair stood upside down, its eyes were round, and it beckoned, and the black and red two swords turned into two sword qi, flying up and down, stirring up the surrounding billions of dust, and the sky was dark when it landed, and the entire Luotian Mountain became gray.

The yin wind is miserable, the ghost is full of spirits, there seem to be countless resentful spirits crying at night, there is no light, and the double-faced Buddha and demon figure is gradually hidden, only to hear an eerie and terrifying cry in the air, and say: "Wind and bamboo, let's end it!"

"Buddha and Demon Punish the Heavens!"

With a broken drink, the demon had already launched his final trick.

On the other hand, the wind is sparse, the person stands in mid-air, facing the agitated air waves of the other party, his clothes are dancing, his brows are slightly wrinkled, he is concentrating, and his heart is also clear, and the victory or defeat is so one!

At the same time as the double-faced Buddha and demon drank out the "Buddha Demon Punishment Heaven", the fairy sword in Feng Shuzhu's hand was fluorescent, and the whole body was dazzling, and it was not allowed to be seen.

Feng Shuzhu himself is even more puffed up, his eyes are like torches, and he has done his work with this sword!

"A sword merry!"

The wind and bamboo body and sword are united, turning into a fluorescent, like a fire meteor in the dark night, so far a brilliant and dazzling sword has been stabbed!

In the darkness, the pupils of the two-faced Buddha and demon reflected the light that flew quickly, revealing horror and despair.

However, when that sword was close to the cheek of the double-faced Buddha demon, it suddenly drew an arc, turned a corner, and penetrated through its right armpit, running out from the top of its head.

"Wow",

With a bright sound, the twin swords of the double-faced Buddha Demon took off their hands and slammed them upside down on the bluestone floor below, and the sword body trembled, as if exuding a trace of aftertaste.

At the same moment, the dust and fog in the sky disappeared.

A cold moon hung quietly in the night sky, like a witness, watching a shocking battle with cold eyes.

In all directions, except for the "crackling" sound of the burning wooden hall of the fire, everything was quiet.

The mountain breeze was slow, and the dull-eyed double-faced Buddha Demon asked with difficulty: "You, you are, how do you know, know where my cover and the cover door are?"

Feng Shuzhu turned his back to the double-faced Buddha Demon, stopped in the night sky above him, raised his eyes to look at Leng Yue, and said indifferently: "When you transformed, the last thing that appeared was your right armpit. ”

The reason why Feng Shuzhu judged this way was because he deeply understood that all living beings, no matter how domineering and strong you are, it is their instinct to protect their weakest parts.

With a look of admiration, the two-faced Buddha Demon laughed miserably, his eyes suddenly widened, his eyes were about to split, and he shouted twice in succession: "Demon Sect Shadow Confusion, Demon Sect Shadow Confusion!"

Later, I saw that his gaze froze, and countless holes appeared in his body, transmitting Dao fluorescence, and finally disappeared.

At the same time, at the mountain gate, the gatehouse with the huge door plaque of "Double-sided Buddhist Temple" finally collapsed under the licking of the fire, stirring up a burst of dust, and the giant door plaque was also thrown far away, rolling to the ground, and shattered.

Feng Shuzhu flicked his sleeves, withdrew the fairy sword in his hand, looked down at the broken wall under his feet, a mess of fire ashes, sighed lightly, and shook his head. He raised his eyes again and looked in the direction of the small temple in the west of the town under the mountain.

There, the clouds were thick, the war was raging, as if it had reached the moment of a thousand moments, Feng Shuzhu's body did not move, but the corner of his eye looked behind him, hesitated slightly, or disappeared into the night in a flash.

Then, in the depths of the unrecognizable temple corridor, an old man walked with a faltering step, only to see that his clothes were ragged, his face was covered with dust, and his jaw and beard were also burned to the left side, grinning his teeth, covering the burning blisters on his body with his hands, and moaning "oops, oops".

If you look closely, the blanket on her shoulders is also deflated at this time. The poor gold and silver treasures that I had been waiting for were lost when I fled for my life.

The old man took a few steps forward, then stopped, took off the jacket, carefully pinched it with his hand, and finally touched a hard object, suddenly forgot the pain, his face was happy, he reached into his hand and touched it, and saw that it was a gold ingot, and checked it with his hand, although the weight was lighter, but after all, he did not return empty-handed, so he said to himself: "I think I Yi Dingjia is giving up my wealth to avoid disasters this time, and my life is worry-free." After speaking, he turned around and continued to walk forward, but suddenly saw two swords inserted on the bluestone ground in front of him, one long and one short, one black and one red.

Yi Dingjia was surprised, and when he got closer, although the style of the double swords was ordinary, he felt a little indescribable different, and he reached out and tried to pull it out, but he didn't move.

was stubborn for a while, and said to himself: "Do you want to bully the old decay even with two swords that no one wants, you have to pull it out." After speaking, he tied his horse steps, held the hilt of the red short sword with both hands, shouted "hey", and pulled out the short sword, but he fell backwards because of the excessive force, and fell into a fart squat.

Yi Dingjia sat on the ground with a short sword, took a closer look, tried the blade with his fingers, nodded with satisfaction: "It looks quite sharp, and it should be able to sell it for a good price in the market." He looked up at another black sword, stood up crookedly, and drew it again. Then he put the two swords together, wrapped them in a blanket, and carried them in his arms with great difficulty, and went down the mountain.