It was a very quiet night, Chen Anzhi went back to the yard to sleep after eating, Luo Yuetong didn't stir-fry after all, sitting at the table and looking at the night sky blankly, his heart was like the lack of moon hanging in the sky, and he always felt that he had lost something.

That feeling is not painful, but it always makes people happy.

After a long time, Luo Yuetong laughed to herself, her bright and moving big eyes narrowed into crescents, overflowing with light.

"Forget it, go to sleep. ”

The light of the candle was dim and warm, Chen Anzhi stayed by the candle, and his memories were so rippling.

Three thousand years ago, there was a woman who liked white shirts who always knew that she was alone, so she walked through night after night with a candle, sometimes holding a book and reading at night, sometimes she was stunned.

Chen Anzhi thought of the woman who was always so cold, and handed the sword spike with deranged stitches to herself, the woman who picked up the needle and thread for the first time was always a little clumsy, and the delicate fingers had some small wounds, deliberately hidden behind her back, every time she thought of her stubborn appearance, Chen Anzhi always felt a little warmer in her heart, but now it is more of an undercurrent of bitterness, guilt and remorse.

It was a memory of Li Hanxue, a peaceful and beautiful time.

If she hadn't died, if she hadn't died in front of the cliff.

Mu Ruyi sat at the long table, and now he was no longer alone, and there were some disciples who were also dressed in white robes sitting on the side, all with serious faces.

Silence is like a contagious atmosphere, and when one person is silent, others will also have this feeling of being speechless without knowing how to speak.

Mu Ruyi rubbed the sword spike with one hand, a little relieved, the silk thread under the sword spike was a little worn, and it looked like it had been carried for a long time.

"There should still be quirkiness in Shenkeng Village. The first to break the silence was Bai Xingzhi, his eyes were full of anger, he looked at the master in the seat, and said angrily: "Master, disciple Bai Xingzhi petitioned to go to Shenkeng Village and kill the bloodthirsty monsters!"

Mu Ruyi and the two went to Shenkeng Village to get rid of the demon, the first floor already knew, originally thought that with the death of the big demon, the matter had been over, but who knew that Ma Yanyu, who had already improved, died suddenly tonight.

The death was miserable, just looking at it made people's scalps tingle, and the disciples who rushed to hear the news were terrified when they saw this, and some timid female disciples trembled all over, and their eyes were full of tears.

His body was very intact, hanging on a tree and dangling in the wind, as if he had hanged himself, but in fact, even if he had not hanged himself, that miserable state would not have lived long.

The flesh was complete, but the human skin had been peeled off, and there was blood mixed with black gas, which kept dripping down.

Ma Yanyu is a loyal and always smiling man, and he also takes good care of his junior brothers and sisters on weekdays, and he has great respect for this senior brother up and down the first floor.

Bai Xingzhi, who is good friends with Ma Yanyu on weekdays, is even more anxious, eager to break the murderer's body into thousands of pieces, and the hatred in his heart.

He still remembered that the sturdy Ma Yanyu was an upright and honest guy, among the many brothers on the first floor, he was not outstanding, and his kendo progress was slow, but he was very serious about his cultivation, although he was usually a little stunned, and he would pester Bai Xingzhi to ask when he encountered doubts. is obviously a senior brother, but he is often teased by his younger brothers and sisters, and he is not angry, he just laughs silly.

Bai Xingzhi often persuaded him to look like a senior brother and show a little majesty, he always scratched his head and said it didn't matter, the younger brothers and sisters were young and liked to play around.

The Distant Mountain Sect Leader was silent, quietly staring at the blood-stained thing on the table, and vaguely could see Jin Xi under the red, which was found in Ma Yanyu's hand, and he was holding this thing in his hand at that time.

The disciples didn't know about this thing, which was only the size of a thumb, but the old man who was in charge of the sect knew very well what the origin of this thing was.

This is a relic.

In the five places of Sanzhou, only the Buddhist monks who touched the holy area will have golden relics after death, and the size of the relics varies according to the cultivation, and it is said that after the Buddhist saint who has attained sanctification, his bones are all golden, but only the surface seems to be gold-plated.

But there are exceptions, there are a very few Buddhist saints after the sitting, but from the inside out, full of golden light.

"Master. ”

The head of the Yuanshan Sect didn't speak, and Bai Xingzhi spoke again and shouted again.

The old man sighed, with a thick tiredness between his eyebrows, and said, "Let's all go back and rest." ”

"Master!"

This time, not only Bai Xingzhi was in a hurry, but the rest of the disciples all opened their mouths and called softly, Mu Ruyi quietly clenched the hilt of the sword, and his emotions fluctuated a little.

The head of the Far Mountain Sect stood up, his eyes swept over the angry expressions of the disciples one by one, and he let out a thick sigh again.

It has been three thousand years since the Yuanshan Sect re-established the sect, but this year the storm is surging, with the appearance of Jiang Chuyi, the water surface that has been calm for so many years has begun to ripple, and the undercurrent below is flowing wildly.

The old man had spent more than 800 years, and he had been in a calm state of mind, and finally made waves, and he said slowly: "I will go and ask for an explanation for this matter." ”

Without waiting for the disciple to say anything more, he waved his hand to disperse everyone.

After the disciples downstairs returned to their courtyards, the head of the Yuanshan Sect walked out of the Wenfeng Hall and walked to his own courtyard in the back mountain, suddenly stopped, and no longer walked forward.

Because suddenly opposite him appeared a monk in tattered clothes, a monk who liked to drink.

Monk Jidian rarely did not drink, stood in the moonlight, folded his hands and chanted a Buddha name, "Ning Wuxian senior." ”

The old man in the high place did not answer, and looked at Ji Dian with cold eyes, as if waiting for the other party to speak.

Monk Jidian knew that the sect was ashamed of the Yuanshan Sect, so he sighed first and said slowly: "In the early years, when I was just in the blood and blood, I happened to know the master's plan, and I also strongly opposed it, and even left the sect because of this, and became a carefree monk in the world. ”

Ning Wuxian was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "But you are still here." ”

Monk Jidian glanced at Ning Wuxian and said, "After all, he is my master, the person in the mouth of the nineteen ghosts, no matter how I say it, he is also my senior brother, I want to take him back." ”

Ning Wuxian glanced at him, and was a little angry in his heart, the master of the monk Jidian was a Buddha saint who had been preaching for many years, and the difference between the saint and the half-saint was thousands of miles, plus the old man behind the Yuanshan Sect also had a tacit attitude towards this matter.

He couldn't stop Monk Jidian from taking away the relics, let alone taking away Ma Yanyu's body.

So he held his breath in his chest, and he couldn't spit out the turbidity.

"When the point is reached, the evil spirit is vented, so as not to be dusted by the sword heart. ”

At this moment, there was an old voice, rising in his heart, and then the heavens covered it here, becoming a small world of its own.

Receiving the acquiescence, Ning Wuxian let out a long breath and slowly took a step forward, his body as straight as a sword burst out with a strong coercion, spreading rapidly, making the bright moonlight dim a little, "Ma Yanyu is a disciple of the Far Mountain Sect, and he is my Ning Wuxian apprentice. ”

Waving his hand to draw the world, it was a saint's method, and it was obvious that the person behind Ning Wuxian acquiesced.

Monk Jidian's indifferent expression finally changed, this is from a quasi-saint's momentum, so that he is a little out of breath, there have always been rumors in the mountains and rivers that Ning Wuji, the head of the Far Mountain Sect, has entered the saint realm with one foot, and he is just one chance away from becoming the first person to become a saint in the past thousand years.

"I don't care what your Theravada is planning for that debater demon monk," Ning Wuxian did not look at Monk Jidian when he spoke, but looked at the sky in the distance, "You can take away the relics, but I first have to ask for an explanation for the disciple." ”

Beads of sweat oozed from the forehead of Monk Jidian, and he was under great pressure, and his breath became short, "You should know that Ma Yanyu will not die, he is..."

Halfway through his words, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly shut his mouth.

Ning Wuxian took another step forward, stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, and said in a cold voice: "The pain of peeling the skin, life is better than death." ”

"I am the head of the Far Mountain Sect, and I would rather have no trace. His body stood straight, like a clumsy sword showing its edge, "In order to seek justice for his apprentice Ma Yanyu." ”

As the old man's words landed, there were clouds and winds in the sky, covering the misty starlight and the soft moonlight.

The monk Jidian couldn't hide left and right, so he had to sigh and chant the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." ”

Suddenly unable to feel Ning Wuxian and Ji Qi, Han Xiaobai opened his eyes, sighed nonsense, closed his eyes again, and chuckled at the corner of his mouth, "Old bald donkey, you will have a hard time now." ”

The swordsman from Shengping Gate looked through the room and landed in the distance, quietly clenching the long knife and eagerly trying it, but finally let go after hesitation.

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The night is slightly thick, the stars are shining, and the beautiful sky and sea make people forget to return. In the distance, there is a long sound of bells, accompanied by a soft breeze and a hazy night.

In this situation, it seems that only by raising a glass to invite the stars to talk, is Zhang Qinfu's poem right, is it the most complementary.

It's just that the face of the old man in the official robe was extremely solemn, he stood up, reached out and grabbed the wine jug on the table, raised his arm and poured a sip of wine, and there was a crumpled letter on the table.

Lin Pingliang stood up, his face full of surprise, "Master, what is this?"

The old man in the official robe had his chest undulating, and said in a deep voice: "The nineteen ghost mouths are about to enter the people." ”

Lin Pingliang hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "The disciple doesn't understand, what is in the mouth of the nineteen ghosts." ”

Immediately, he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly shut up, since the imperial court had let him stop asking about this matter, the cause and effect were naturally not accessible to people of his level.

In other words, there are things that should not be known, and knowing them means death.

The old man in the official robe had a gloomy face, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Pass the order, from today onwards, if any mortal approaches a radius of five miles from the mouth of the Nineteen Ghosts, he will be killed. ”

After a moment of silence, he frowned and added, "Ten miles in radius." ”

Lin Pingliang quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded and said, "The lower officials obey orders." ”

He stole a glance at the envelope, and could vaguely see the words on it.

But it made him shiver for no reason.

The words seem to be written in blood, soaked through the paper, and you can even see blood stains dripping under the font, which is shocking.

"The Buddha does not save me, I save the people of the world. ”

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