There is Jiangzhou in the south of the river, Yuzhang County in the north of Jiangzhou, and Jing'an County is among them.

There is an inconspicuous small temple in the northern suburbs of the county, the small temple enshrines a stone carved reclining Buddha, the reclining Buddha heads on the east wall, steps on the west wall, lies very hard and aggrieved.

In addition to the original abbot and old monk in front of the Buddha, I don't know when there will be another young monk. Since he came, the incense of this Buddhist temple has suddenly flourished.

The eyebrows and eyes of the young monk are very ordinary, but anyone who sees it feels that his appearance is refined and has the spirit of Buddha, and some people even say that the twelve masters are the bright moon and lotus phase recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

It is said that the Twelve Masters are extremely profound in their teachings, attracting devotees from several surrounding counties. Not to mention that the county and the twelve masters often correspond, even the lords of the county town also have many visiting monks. For this reason, the local gentry have been running to raise funds to expand this small temple into a temple.

One day in winter, Yu Yulin rushed to the Buddhist temple in the northern suburbs with the old servants of his family as usual.

What made him a little strange was that the twelve monks did not wait for him outside the temple gate as early as in the past, after all, for a Buddhist sect master, the aura of Bixue Ge was so unique that it was impossible to hide it.

Outside the temple gate, there was only the honest old monk whose name called the twelfth as his uncle's ancestor, with a bit of sadness on his face, and after seeing Yu Yulin, he hurriedly folded his hands and said: "I have seen Yu Shizhu." ”

Yu Yulin asked, "Why, aren't the twelve masters in the temple?"

The old monk Tongcheng was a little hesitant when he heard this, and Ai Ai was speechless.

Yu Yulin said angrily: "What happened?"

"Uncle Shi said that he was going to the river to see someone, and if he didn't come back, he didn't have to wait for him. He was in a hurry, and the little monk didn't know the details. ”

Yu Huolin's face was shocked, and without hesitation, he turned back to the old servant and said, "You quickly go back and get my official uniform and official seal, and use the official seal to transfer the three classes of officials and the thirty horse step archers." ”

Without waiting for the old servant to agree, Yu Yulin raised his feet and rushed to the river. He is a weak civil official, and he actually walks like a fly, no slower than the martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

He hurried to the riverside, but did not see the scene of the twelve monks bleeding and corpses, and looked around, and saw a young monk wearing a white coarse cloth robe sitting on a bluestone by the riverside. Even so, it didn't give people a sense of sloppiness, but I felt that this young monk was really cute.

Next to the twelve monks stood a burly man wearing a green coat and carrying a giant sword, with a slightly purple face with a Chinese character, a square nose and big ears, and tiger sideburns.

Yu Yulin secretly praised in his heart: "Sure enough, things gather people in groups, and the people who the twelve monks befriend are really not mortal." ”

He was hesitating in his heart, not knowing whether he should go up to pay the salute, so he heard the twelve monks smile and say: "It just so happened that the donor came at the right time, and I happened to talk to the master Pei about you." ”

When Yu Yulin heard this, he couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and stepped forward and said: "The Twelve Masters walked freely, but let me have a false alarm with the old monk Tongcheng." ”

He looked at the man in Tsing Yi and arched his hand: "Under Yu Yulin, Your Excellency's appearance is wonderful, heartbreaking, I don't know the name of Gao?"

Yu Yulin was sincere in his fellowship, but he did not mention his official position.

The man in Tsing Yi solemnly returned the salute and replied: "Pei Dongting, a swordsman in Xiajianghu, was born in a poor family, and although he was supported by the master in the door, he did not dare to call his surname Gao. The twelfth master of Fang Cai was talking to Pei, saying that Yu Gong was the half-master of the artifact, and he would definitely be famous on the immortal post one day, and Pei admired it. ”

Yu Yulin's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he lost his voice: "But a sword broke through the second peak of Tianmen, established Tiantai Mountain, and opened the second dragon gorge, the sword king Pei Dongting? Tsing Yi ...... Of course, it is!"

He suddenly remembered something, and without waiting for Pei Dongting to answer, he continued to ask: "Brother Pei is outstanding, I heard that he is from a famous family such as the West Lake Sword Palace, and today he looks old with the Twelve Masters, but is he also honoring Ao to govern?"

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed in Yu Yulin's heart: "Pei Dongting can learn about Bi Xuege and Qi Xian Ti from the mouth of the twelve monks, it can be seen that the two have a great relationship, how can Ao Reckless and De be able to subdue such a person?"

Pei Dongting was stunned when he heard this, and saw that Yu Yulin's eyes were clear and resolute, and he was actually a very rare fierce character among civil officials, so he replied calmly: "There are many people who are ordered to help him succeed. ”

Yu Yulin looked at the twelve monks and asked: "Twelve masters, Ao has a high position and power, and the people in the rivers and lakes are nothing to drive him, but I don't understand why the transcendence of the Jialan Temple is also involved in this worldly dispute?"

The twelve monks glanced at him, shook their heads and said: What you see is only the appearance, the Jialan Temple supports Ao Mang, just because he made a promise to my teacher, and it is actually the same for other ministers. This matter is too involved, and I only know the tip of the iceberg, and the chess players behind the scenes are those ancient saints who are only seen in ancient books such as the "Holy Chapter", but they are real immortal Buddha characters. Zhou Tian is so big, it's just a place of one son. ”

When Yu Huolin heard this, he suddenly noticed a subtle and interesting difference, that is, Pei Dongting called Ao Mang Ao Gong, but the twelve monks always called him by his name, and he only politely called him Ao Zhi by his official position.

What the position of the three people is, in fact, is already clear at a glance.

He frowned and said: "Thousands of years from today, there is no record of the appearance of the ancient saints in the annals of history, and the manpower is sometimes poor, can it really live forever?"

The twelve monks lowered their eyes, folded their hands, and said for a long time: "Yes, two is one, my Buddha has nothing to say." ”

Zhongzhou, south of Longting County, Yanqiu Mountain.

There are 12 green pines planted on the top of the highest peak, Luofu, which are verdant all year round. Every year at the beginning of spring, the wild geese returning from the south stop at this mountain, and are willing to continue to the north after the real thaw in the north.

The weather is still cold, and the geese are nowhere to be seen.

Nineteen corpses were displayed on the top of Luofu, the seventh green pine plant, and Wu Ersan's blood stained his clothes.

He leaned against the tree as if no one was around, and the iron sword in his hand had two lines of blood winding and waving.

This originally nameless fierce soldier, as silent as its owner, but no one can ignore it, has been given a hideous name by the people in the rivers and lakes - the Red Sword.

There are no less than 100 people around the sword demon, and six or seven different sects can be distinguished just by looking at the color of the clothes.

"Uncle Mo, this sword demon can actually kill seventeen qi cultivation masters in one go, could it be that he has already achieved a grandmaster?"

A young disciple looked at the elder in the door with a frightened face.

That Uncle Mo had an old face, holding a snake-shaped Qimen sword, and had the cultivation of the peak of Qi cultivation, and shook his head when he heard the words: "Where is it so easy to be inspired by killing to enter the Dao? Everyone, this son has become demonic, if he becomes a grandmaster, it will definitely cause a catastrophe in the rivers and lakes!

With that, he flipped his wrist and grasped a flying knife with a cold light.

The other leading elders glanced at each other, glanced at the doorman, and invariably took out their own unique secret weapons.

The big guys looked at each other, there were flying knives, sharp cones, sleeve arrows, seven-star darts, poisonous needles, and some strange shapes that could not be named, and they couldn't help but feel a chill rise in their hearts.

Uncle Mo rolled his eyes and said in a low voice: "First cut down the pine tree that is in the way!"

Everyone nodded one after another, holding a blade in one hand and a hidden weapon in the other, slowly approaching in a semi-circular shape, and several masters at the peak of Qi cultivation put on their own clothes regardless of consumption.

When they got closer, the two people at the top of the half-ring swung several knives and cut off the two pine trees at both ends.

The encirclement continued to shrink, and two old pines suffered unjustified disasters.

Wu Ersan's figure shook slightly to the right and immediately returned to the same place, and the direction in which the remnants of his body remained immediately rained down, tearing an old pine to the ground.

The sword demon who was about to sit and die finally spoke, word by word, and was categorical: "If the sky does not kill Wu Ersan, it will be killed to repay the sky!"

The red sword was red, and two scarlet lines that were only three feet long came out of the sword, twisting and twisting in the air like snakes, bypassing the necks of more than 100 people at an extremely fast speed, even the Gangyi of several masters at the peak of qi cultivation could not delay the two scarlet lines for a moment.

Uncle Mo's eyes widened, and there was a sound in his throat, and he finally squeezed out a few intermittent words: "There are ...... Sword Qi ...... Why not ...... it early? Early...... With?"

Wu Ersan glanced at him and said coldly: "The sword qi is very sharp, killing people too fast, and the resentment in my heart is difficult to settle!"

Uncle Mo let out a short, nasal voice that seemed to cry and laugh, and fell to the ground, his chest red with blood from his neck.

Wu Ersan's body was wounded and his sword qi was exhausted, and he also sat down in a daze.

At this moment, a fierce birdsong suddenly sounded in the sky, and a black shadow swooped down from the clouds.

The sword demon who could no longer lift his sword closed his eyes and waited for death.

An old voice sounded in his ears: "Boy, if you can kill all the way to Yanqiu Mountain in the initial realm of inspiration, it is not in vain that the old man is at the mercy of the boat." ”

Wu Ersan Huo Ran opened his eyes, and the cold light was shining.

The black shadow in the sky was clearly recognizable, it was not a fierce bird, but an old Taoist priest with yellow hair and deep wrinkles on his face.

"Arrangement at the mercy?"

Wu Ersan repeated it softly, and the Red Cockroach Sword vibrated violently.

The old Taoist priest fell to the top of a pine tree, and the sleeves of his robe that were originally bulging fell down, revealing his thin figure.

He stared condescendingly into Wu Ersan's eyes, sneered, and said, "Don't be mistaken, these remnants of the Xianger King were going to kill you, and the old man was just spreading the news in the rivers and lakes, attracting people who were lustful for profit, and adding some people to kill you along the way." ”

Wu Ersan struggled to sit up, and his tone was cold: "I have encountered many doubts in my life, if the old-timers know, Wu Ersan has no long body, but the sword in his hand is still sharp." ”

The old Taoist priest shook his head, waved his hand and dusted off the non-existent dust on his robe, and said, "I can't say, but someone may tell you that this is also your chance." ”

"Who?"

The old Taoist priest stopped talking, and suddenly flew up and grabbed his hand down.

Wu Ersan looked at each other before he could resist, but his whole body couldn't move.

The young sword demon was grabbed by the shoulder by the old Taoist priest like an eagle grabbing a rabbit, and his whole body involuntarily left the ground.

The two of them flew higher and higher, and they actually went straight into the green underworld!