This is a vast desert, with fine yellow sand and golden hues.

The sun has set in the west, the afterglow dyes half of the sky, and a wisp of cooking smoke rises in the sky, turning into a dragon and tiger pattern.

A meandering river connects the end of the sky, reflecting the glow of the crimson sunset.

There are no birds, no blue sky, no green and fresh life, there is only the yellow of the sky and the vastness that has endured for a long time, clinging to it for thousands of years.

This is the Northern Desert, a vast and majestic place.

In the distance, a black dot was moving rapidly, and the sound of horses' hooves echoed like a bell in the empty desert.

On horseback sat a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, dressed in a white power suit, covered with a blood-red cloak, holding a black sword with red silk hanging in his hand, raising his whip and looking awe-inspiring.

This young man is unusually handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a tiger's back and a bee's waist, a face like a crown of jade, red lips and white teeth.

The wind shouted, the yellow sand covered the sky, and the young man's green silk was flying, adding a bit of chic and uninhibited.

Xu Zidao has been galloping on horseback for three hours, and he doesn't know how many miles he has traveled forward, only to know that Tancheng has been left behind him.

Tancheng is the most marginal city in the desert and is also known as the border city.

But here it is deep in the desert.

Rivers can only be seen in the depths of the desert, because only in the depths of the desert can there be oases.

There is only one river in the entire Northern Desert, which is the Tongtian River in front of you.

The Tongtian River is about several zhang wide and I don't know how long it is, and it is said to be a river leading to the kingdom of heaven, and no one knows the end of the river, just as no one knows where the kingdom of heaven is.

Even the existence of the kingdom of heaven is a mystery.

Xu Zidao didn't wear a mask, he didn't always wear a mask.

He only wears it when he kills, and most of the time he doesn't kill people.

Killing people is not a happy thing, on the contrary, he will feel a lot of pain.

For another man died at his hand, and another wife lost her husband because of him, and another child lost her father because of him, and another family was broken by him.

His hands were already covered in blood.

He doesn't like to kill.

But there were some things he had to do.

Because these people deserve to be killed, they are innocent of death.

The sun descended below the horizon, and the heavens and the earth became dark.

A temple appeared in front of it, and it was from the chimney of the temple that smoke rose.

Xu Zidao turned over and dismounted, holding the reins and walking towards the temple, the healthy horse was so tired that he stuck out his tongue, and it was already dark, so it was not suitable to continue the journey.

In front of the temple are two stone lions squatting, lifelike and vivid.

A green brick path stretches out of the yellow sand, leading to the steps.

Xu Zidao led the horse and walked on the blue brick path, with a dignified expression on his face.

This temple is very eccentric.

The gate was rusty, but the bronze knocker was a golden hue and shiny, and it was evident that it was often rubbed.

The steps are overgrown with grass and ravines, as if they have been abandoned for a long time.

The plaque on the door is shaky, as if a gust of wind can blow it down, and the three big black characters of "Lonely Lamp Temple" on it loom in the dark, which is particularly strange in the dim night.

The horse snorted, his body stagnated, no matter how Xu Zidao pulled the reins, he was not moved, and in desperation, he had to tie the reins in his hand to the pillar next to the steps and go alone.

The two pitch-black and rusty gates were hidden, Xu Zidao raised his hand and slapped the copper ring, and he didn't see any sound from the temple for a long time.

Through the gap, I saw that the inside was dark, and I didn't even see the slightest light, and I was stunned, and my hands pushed hard.

I heard a sound, the door opened, looked in, only to see the temple in a mess, incense burners, stone carvings fell to the ground, as if experienced a big war.

The ground of the courtyard was full of snow, and the interior was as black as ink, and it was lonely and desolate.

The collapsed incense burners and stone carvings still have long since dried up, dark bloodstains and scratches from the collision of swords.

Xu Zidao frowned, groaned slightly, stepped forward, and walked forward slowly.

Passing through the messy courtyard to the secluded wing, the night was even darker, and he couldn't see his five fingers, and the cold wind blew in from the open door of the cave, blowing on Xu Zidao in the wing, making his body tremble, his heart was furious, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

The night in the desert was already extremely cold, and the cold wind blew the calligraphy and paintings on the walls of the wing, and the rustling sound made the eerie and terrifying atmosphere even worse, making Xu Zidao in the wingroom physically and mentally cold.

He Rao has good skills, and his martial arts have reached the dark realm, and he can't help but feel a slight chill in his heart, and his right hand unconsciously holds the hilt of the sword.

With the sword in his hand, Xu Zidao had a trace of confidence in his heart, the chill faded, and the whole person calmed down a lot.

Only by killing can we stop fighting.

Whether it is a thief or a ghost, no matter how fierce it is, it is just a group of clowns who jump off the beam.

The sword of stopping is Xu Zidao's confidence.

The cold wind has receded, Xu Zidao took out a fire fold from his arms, and when he blew, a faint flame came out, and under the light of the orange flame, the scene in the wing room was unobstructed.

Against the wall, there is a table of eight immortals, and the four Taishi chairs are arranged very neatly, but they are covered with dust, and no one has touched them for a long time.

On the inside of the wall is an earthen kang with a small table on which there is a purple sand teapot and two teacups next to the teapot, the tea in the cups has long since dried up, and there are only a few yellowed tea leaves.

On the ground at the very front of the wing, there is a futon, and in front of the futon there is a wooden fish, which is obviously the monk's wing.

Ordinary guests do not place wooden fish in their rooms, and wooden fish are essential for the monks' practice.

After turning around the wing room twice, and finding nothing else, Xu Zidao retreated and went to several other side rooms adjacent to it.

About half an hour later, Xu Zidao also withdrew from the wings, which were almost the same as the first wings, all of them were monks' rooms, and the furnishings inside were almost the same, and no one had entered them for at least a month.

Xu Zidao's face was even more solemn, he had too many questions, like a mess, which stirred up his mind, and he couldn't figure it out or think clearly.

After coming to the stone table in the center of the courtyard and sweeping away the snow, Xu Zidao sat down, took out a palm-sized booklet from his arms, opened it, and wrote many dense words with a brush, like tadpoles.

Chenghe double swords, Yu Liancheng and Yu Lianhe brothers, the chief and deputy pavilion chief of Tancheng Drinking Horse Pavilion, are good at fencing, and the border army participates in the defense realm, and the master of the dark realm under the joint action also has to give him three points.

Wuhua real person, Liu Huanan, hidden in Tancheng Wuhua Gate, became famous and learned Wuhua scattered jade hand to shock Tancheng, and the border army guarded the realm.

One fist man, Nie Yuan, one of the three second-rate forces in Tancheng, the head of the Zhenlong Dart Bureau, broke the waves with one hand, and became famous for killing the five thieves of Mobei alone, and the border army participated in the defense realm.

......

Xu Zidao glanced at them one by one, with a sneer on his face, took out a pen from his arms, crossed out the names of these three people, and wrote them on the back, the fifth kill of the lunar month, the thirteenth kill of the lunar month, and the twenty-first kill of the lunar month.

After looking at the remaining names, Xu Zidao frowned, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, put the pen and pamphlet back into his arms, got up and walked towards the right side of the courtyard.

Walking through a passage, Xu Zidao came to a quiet cross-courtyard door, two wooden doors were tightly closed, and two words "Zen" were written on them with dark paint, one left and one right.

"It seems that this is the place where monks usually practice meditation, meditate, chant and chant Buddha. ”

After a little groaning, Xu Zidao stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden door, and found that the wooden door did not move at all, presumably because it was bolted inside.

At this time, a strong wind blew, blowing off the snow on the house, scattering his head and face, his face was cold, and his heart was flooded with a trace of coldness at the same time, his body suddenly trembled, and his legs couldn't help but tremble a little.

After all, he was only an eighteen-year-old boy.

Secretly swallowing his saliva, Xu Zidao took a step back, activated his internal force, pressed the palm of his right hand to the door, and a crisp sound sounded, and the wooden bolt broke in response.

The wooden door opened wide, and a yin wind suddenly blew out from the inside, like a ghost crying wolf, which immediately scared Xu Zidao half to death.

His right hand pressed it to his heart, and after calming down, he re-lit the fire that had been blown out before, and the faint light of the fire rose, and Xu Zidao's courage suddenly became bigger.