Approaching the end of the year, the atmosphere in Tangjiabao became more and more depressing.

Dongfang Lianmo sat on the main seat all day long, frowning and pondering, allowing the white hair that reached the ground to add one after another. Except for Yue Zhishu, anyone who dared to disturb him at this time would be driven out of the fort with a sleeve.

Over time, even the inner disciples, when they passed by the main hall, involuntarily lowered their footsteps and held their breath.

There is only one person who is not affected by this.

After obtaining the fifth knife, Mo Dao practiced martial arts on a terrace in Tangjiabao all day, trying to integrate the five knives and practice five in one.

This is undoubtedly a whimsical knife technique. Even for Mo Dao, who only took one year to be promoted from the ninth grade to the first grade, it was by no means easy.

Not only did he have to challenge his own limits, but he also questioned the life path methods that he was proud of in the past few hundred years.

There were many outstanding swordsmen in Tangjiabao, but none of them dared to comment on Mo Dao's behavior. The reason is very simple, because Mo Dao, who now stays on the terrace all day long to practice martial arts, has become the only place for the martial arts alliance master to go besides the main hall.

Every sunset, Dongfang Lianmo will wake up like a dream, take a step in the hall, and go to the terrace.

There, he withdrew from everyone and only spent time alone with Mo Dao, as if he was giving him guidance on the sword path he was cultivating.

Mo Dao gets up early and rests late every day, and when he returns to the room from the terrace, he is often exhausted, but Yue Zhishu waits for him with a basin of hot water no matter how late he is, and personally serves him to wash his face and rest.

The beginning of spring is the general election of the alliance leader, and the blind can see what kind of calculations Dongfang Lianmo is making.

In today's Tang Family Fort, from the head of the treasury to the lowest gray-clothed gatekeeper disciple, anyone who asks, no one is convinced that the next Tang Family Fort master in the past forty years must be Mo Dao.

The entire Tangjiabao is filled with the oppressive cloud of the change of dynasty, and people seem to be thriving, but they are afraid of each other.

Therefore, even if some Tang family disciples disappeared one after another in the dark night, no one cared.

"This month is the eleventh. ”

The head of the warehouse cautiously said to Yue Zhishu, who came to the warehouse to pick up medicine.

"There were nine more last month, four more last month, and in the blink of an eye, more than 20 people have disappeared for unknown reasons. I want to report this to the alliance leader, but I'm worried about angering him......"

Yue Zhishu smiled. "Do you mean to suspect that the disappearance of these disciples was deliberate?"

"This ......," sighed the old manager, "I've been working here for almost thirty years, and this hasn't happened in recent times. In the past, even if a disciple disappeared, after a month, the body could always be found in the mountain stream. Now there is no one alive, no one is dead, no corpse is ......"

Yue Zhishu still laughed to himself, but his voice was as cold as ice: "No one in the castle mentioned this matter, and I also hope that it will not fall into the ears of the alliance leader in any other way." ”

The old manager was stunned for a moment, and nodded again and again.

Yue Zhishu took the medicinal herbs into his arms, turned around and left with a sneer.

That night, another person disappeared from Tangjiabao.

However, this time, it was not the gray-clothed disciples whose names no one remembered, but the old manager who had been the bookkeeper in Tangjiabao for decades.

The cold moon is silent.

A cold wind blew through the cold mountain top, and the half-white-haired Dongfang Lian Mo looked behind his hands and looked at the deep mountain stream.

Yue Zhishu knelt down respectfully behind him: "Lord Alliance." The plan is in place, and the time is almost ripe. ”

Dongfang Lian Mo threw his cold gaze into the bottomless cold abyss, and said in a deep voice: "Twenty-one families in the Central Plains, all of them have arrived?"

"Only eleven. It is said that three of them are still on the way, and five of them were probably intercepted and killed by the Black Cloud Society as soon as they went out, and the remaining two are unknown. ”

Dongfang Lian Mo was silent for a long time. "Anyway, the eleven families who have arrived here should all be obedient to my Dongfang Lianmo. ”

Just as my father-in-law said. Yue Zhishu said obediently.

It is not yet known what the election method is for the leader of the alliance, but it should be the rules set by the ten wishes of the monks in Shudi. First, this is Shudi, and secondly, the ten monks are concerned about the world, there is no possibility of impartiality, and the decisions they make are quite convincing.

Since you want to convince the public, you have to convince the majority. For example, today's Jiuzhuang and Thirteen Mountains, there have been eleven families gathered in Jinguan City, and their hearts are towards the east. In any case, it will be difficult for him to turn over.

Although it is quite a bit self-conscious, Dongfang Lianmo still feels that it is not simple. Xie Hui's years of planning, and now the sudden attack, will not be limited to a meaningless election.

So he naturally prepared a backup move.

Behind Dongfang Lian Mo and Yue Zhishu, the gray-clothed disciples and the head of the treasury who had disappeared for three months were all standing upright, motionless.

Their skin was a strange blue, their eyes bulging outward, and their lips purple.

Twelve this month, nine last month, and four last month, a total of twenty-five people, no less than one standing behind them. There is even one more.

"Let's send Liu to stop the thunder first, and kill their majesty. Dongfang Lianmo turned around, walked in front of the extra person, and squinted his eyes at him.

"Kill whom?" Yue Zhishu's inquiries were always clear and concise.

Dongfang Lianmo paused for a long time.

"Yum Knife. ”

He said word by word.

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After a line of sky, and then walk for nine days and nine nights, climb three mountains, and wind hundreds of miles from the Feiliang plank road, the sword gate is in front of you.

Passing through the Sword Gate, it is like entering the Jinchuan.

The mighty sword gate is closed in the sword pavilion road, two sky-high flying beams are bent in pair, and a strange stone is sandwiched between them, and the three words of "sword gate pass" of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing are written on it.

Outside the big sword pass, the small sword is connected, stretching seventy-two peaks.

Before the Jianmen Gate, there is Jinggu Road. Out of the Jinggu then into the Ma Ming Road, along the Ma Ming Road and then forward a hundred miles, through the danger pavilion, to the stone cow road down, in front of the hinterland of Shu, not far away is known as the country of abundance of Jinguan City.

Since thousands of years ago, this plank road has been the best choice for entering Shu. Countless people and horses came and went, and they all passed through the sword gate with only one person in this narrow place.

It's for a husband, and it's not open.

Although he had climbed the dangerous peak of Kunlun with his bare hands, but now in the face of this difficult hundred-mile plank road, Zhao Wu'an still tightened his mind, holding the sword box and the back rope, and followed suit.

He opened the way in front, and everyone behind him also followed with difficulty, no one made a sound, and everyone was engrossed in their feet.

The pebbles tumbled down the hillside and into the abyss at their feet.

When the group was advancing, on the top of the Sword Gate Heavenly Stone in the distance, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded.

When I looked up, I saw a skinny monk, sitting upright on the heavenly stone with his clothes folded, chanting words in his mouth.

The voice of the Buddha resounded through the 100,000 mountains.

The tired pedestrians on the steep mountain path involuntarily raised their heads and stopped to listen to the Buddha horn after hearing this Buddha call.

There are also some people, as if they have gained strength from the sound of the Buddha, who take steps and resolutely continue to walk forward.

Duan Taoli looked at the monk who seemed to be sitting in the clouds, stunned.

"Is that also the Ten Wishes Monk of Shudi?"

Zhao Wuan nodded silently.

Zhu Nanzhan said to himself: "It's this group of people again." Last year, they opened an altar in Shu to give a lecture, and they won many Central Plains Zen masters with the argument that Buddhism practiced asceticism diligently but still needed to be enlightened. ”

"Is there such a thing?" said Mrs. Ann in surprise.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned. Although I had known that the Ten Wish Monks of Shu were extraordinary, it was the first time I had heard positive comments about them.

He also understood that Zhu Nanzhan never detours in his arguments, and often said a word, so he kept a heart and asked, "Daxiangguo Temple also sent people?"

"It's nature. However, no matter who it is, there is no way to win against these Shu monks. ”

Zhu Nanzhan raised his head, carefully observed the monk sitting on the heavenly stone, and said, "That should be the oldest of the Ten Wish Monks." The first wish of the Ten Wishes Monk is the health of the mountains and rivers, and he also calls himself Ankang, and has been sitting on this Jianmen Stone for more than ten years. ”

"Have you been here for more than ten years?" Duan Taoli asked in surprise.

"Yes. He not only prayed for the health of this mountain range, but also blessed the people of Shu with the great wish of the Buddha. ”

Hu Buxi snorted: "It looks like a good person." ”

"The Ten Wishes Monk has never been a bad person. Zhu Nanzhan paused, "...... It's just that their epiphany is really difficult to accept by the Central Plains Buddhism. ”

Zhao Wu'an was silent, and the words of Uncle Ciqing in Jiuda Temple sounded in his heart again.

The reason why all the Zen Buddhism in the world was defeated in front of the Ten Wish Monks of Shu was for no other reason, but there were still a few Commonwealth Buddhism in the Central Plains.

"What does this epiphany mean?" Zhao Wu'an asked.

"The Dharma discussed in the Central Plains requires hard practice and diligent pursuit of the Buddha in order to attain wisdom and death. This is also a truth that is known to the whole world. Zhu Nanzhan said, "But these monks don't think so. They feel that even if they are heinous, even if they are unreasonable, and they burn, kill, loot, and do all the evil things, they only need to give birth to a Buddha in their hearts for a moment, and they are people with a wise heart. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned and frowned: "If you say so, wouldn't it be a person from the world......"

"People in the world have no distinction between good and evil, and they all have reincarnation. This proves my Buddha's compassion. "However, the most unbelievable thing is that this epiphany completely negates the path of hard practice, and cannot be accepted by the Central Plains Buddhism." ”

Dai Lou Duyun nodded, "That's true." If no matter how far you go wrong, you can be innocent after a little turn, then how can there be law and discipline in the world?"

Zhao Wu'an was slightly taken aback. On this issue, Dai Lou Duyun actually reached an agreement with them, which was unexpected.

However, the unexpected was yet to come.

Under the sound of the sword gate Buddha, everyone walked slowly forward. There are not a few walkers ahead, but they are far from the point of rubbing shoulders with each other.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Zhao Wu'an was stunned.

A figure leaped out of the crowd and rushed towards them on the steep plank road, holding a cold long knife.

The blue-gray muscles swelled up like water streaks.

It seems that in Qingdi Township that year, the green ghost reappeared.