Since entering this forest of death, he has seen too many strange and strange things, so for the scene that happened in front of him, He Qianshan was not surprised, he didn't think too much, he just sighed that he should not be desperate for fortune telling!

Seeing that the height was almost there, he let go of his hands, and with a slight touch of his toes on the cliff wall, he floated down.

Looking at the sky, it was almost the early morning of the next day, he hurriedly ate some fruit from the tree, he didn't care about his physical strength and hadn't recovered, and he couldn't care if the underwater tunnel could lead to the outside.

Li Shangfeng's two sneers of "hehe" were still in his ears, and He Qianshan felt that his hairs stood on end when he thought about it, and he could only pray in his heart, don't be what I thought!

Swimming to the cliff where the cave was, he took a breath on the surface of the water and dived quickly.

Because he remembered the location, he quickly touched the hole and went straight into it, without a trace of hesitation!

In the long and narrow tunnel, He Qianshan crawled forward, in order to hold his breath, his movements were very smooth, but the speed was quite fast, but this cave was too deep, and when he couldn't hold his breath and began to spit blisters, there was still no light!

He knew he couldn't last long, so he had to give it a go!

He pedaled with his hands and feet and went at full speed—just as he was about to reach his limit, the tunnel suddenly widened a lot, and the faint light that he had been waiting for for a long time finally flickered in the distance above him!

He Qianshan visually measured that the distance was still far away, and he was afraid that he would not be able to swim over, but suddenly he had an idea, pressed his hands back and down, and hurriedly carried the exercise of crossing the mountain, and used the internal force to recoil in the water, and his body flew out like an arrow from the string......

He got out of the water, took a few breaths, saw that this was also a stream, the water was very fast, and pushed himself back, and heard the roar behind his ears, and when he looked back, he was shocked, it was actually the mouth of the waterfall!

There was no time to react, he had been rushed down by the waterfall!

This waterfall is afraid that it is not dozens of feet high, but he worked hard to adjust his posture in mid-air to avoid being stunned by the water.

He Qianshan only choked a few mouthfuls of water, and when he calmed down and looked around, he felt that this water flow seemed to be somewhat familiar, especially the roar of the waterfall, as if he had heard it somewhere? Isn't this the mountain stream near the vegetable garden in the temple? It turned out that this waterfall was the source of the mountain stream, and the real source was actually the spring in the forest of the past life!

However, he did not have time to sigh at the miracle of creation, and he did not even have time to rejoice in his escape from death, so he went downstream.

Because at this time, both sides of the mountain stream are still cliffs, there is no shore to climb, He Qianshan can only swim all the way, fortunately, with the power of the water, it is not very difficult to swim.

It's just that the autumn water at this hour is cold and biting, and he has been soaking in the water for too long, so he can't help but be cold and unbearable, and subconsciously uses the ninety-nine return to the vitality to keep out the cold.

Ninety-nine returned to the vitality to the yang, and after a while, He Qianshan's body exposed on the surface of the water was full of steaming water vapor.

He remembered that this time he got out of trouble, thanks to the merits passed on by his master, and his concern for the temple and wisdom in his heart was a little heavier!

Finally, the bank of the river, which was full of pebbles, appeared in front of He Qianshan's eyes.

He went to the shore, picked up some pebbles and put them in his bosom, and ran to the temple.

Until this time, He Qianshan still hoped that he was worrying about the sky, however, before he arrived at the vegetable garden, his previous worries had been confirmed!

It was already dawn, and he could see it from afar, and there were two people in the vegetable garden, one lying at the gate of the garden, and the other leaning against the outer wall of the thatched house.

He Qianshan's brain was empty, his scalp seemed to be about to burst, his heart seemed to be beating to his throat, making it difficult to breathe, he obviously wanted to run over to check immediately, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he was struggling!

finally managed to reach the gate of the garden, and the nearby scene made him even more desperate!

The bloody smell in the garden has not dissipated, and many flowers and plants are stained with blood, especially the blood-stained white peony is the most dazzling.

The two men who fell to the ground were the two brothers of the deacon in the vegetable garden:

Qianfeng, who was lying at the door, was lying on a large pool of blood, a palm-wide wound on his vest, it was a penetrating wound, and the blood had already dried up, He Qianshan knew that the person was gone, but he still subconsciously touched Qianfeng's pulse;

Senior Brother Qianming inside, there was no wound on his body, but there was also a pool of blood on his chest, He Qianshan was reaching out to probe his breathing, but Qianming "coughed" and spit out blood!

"Senior brother...... Senior brother!" He Qianshan supported Qianming's back with his hand, and a gentle internal force in his palm slowly sent in from the Zhiyang acupoint.

Qianming finally opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw that it was He Qianshan, he said in a very weak voice: "Senior brother...... Fast...... Run!"

He Qianshan held back the tears that almost burst out of his eyes and asked him where Senior Brother Qianjue was.

Qian Ming first turned his head to the side forcefully, and then raised his right arm tremblingly, pointing in one direction:

There is a big gap in the bamboo fence, and beyond it is the top of the cliff, and below is the mountain stream.

"Senior Brother Qianjue...... ...... by that man I am afraid that there will be a lot of murder ...... a lot of slaps!" Chiaki said this, and there was no more sound.

When He Qianshan looked at it, his pupils had already dilated, and he couldn't blink his eyes!

He helped Qianming close his eyes and went to the edge of the cliff to investigate, there was a turbulent stream below, how could there be a thousand shadows?

He Qianshan didn't have time to think about it at this time, and it was useless to think about it, he just knew that he had to go to the temple as soon as possible.

His heart was messy, his steps were messy, and he stumbled along the way, eager to plant a few heels.

When passing by the house and the dining hall, He Qianshan found several bodies of the same door, none of which were alive!

And when he saw that the door of Master's meditation room was open, he was prepared for the worst.

"Is it a thousand mountains?" came the voice of the Master's weak mind in the meditation room!

He Qianshan immediately rushed in, only to see Zhixin sitting on the couch, his upper body slightly bowed, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and there were blood stains on his beard and chest.

He hurriedly approached to inspect the injury, and saw a small section of the tip of the sword emerging from Zhixin's left chest, and he recognized it as his short sword at a glance!

He Qianshan was at a loss, and in a hurry, he reached behind Zhixin and wanted to draw his sword.

Zhixin waved his hand lightly and said, "Sword of Heart Piercing...... Don't pull it out!"

He Qianshan hurriedly said: "Master, I'm ...... What am I going to do? How can I save you?"

Zhixin shook his head and said, "You can't save it, and you don't have to save it! Life and death are fateful, and there is no need to force it!"

He Qianshan suddenly knelt in front of Zhixin's body, tears welled up, and said, "It's all the disciple's fault! It was the disciple who let the demon come out and harmed the master and ......the senior brothers."

Zhixin stretched out his hand vigorously, stroked the top of He Qianshan's head and said, "Child,...... I don't blame you!...... I know all about it, and the wicked man has told me. Get up and accompany Master...... Sit for a while. ”

Zhixin's palm is cold, but what he gives He Qianshan is infinite warmth!

He Qianshan sat down beside Zhixin, supported Zhixin, and gave him the true qi of life.

Zhixin's face regained some color, and he also had some mental strength.

He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Your skills have improved a lot, and you will definitely have great achievements in the future!"

He Qianshan wanted to die at this time, where did he still have the heart to think about his future achievements?

Seeing that his face was still full of guilt and self-blame, Zhixin started from that past incident and said: "We also learned afterwards that the group of people who attacked Wanmu Temple back then were called the 'Ten Ghosts of Yushan'!"

These ten people are all top masters in the underworld, Li Shangfeng is their leader, the people of the rivers and lakes call it 'killing gods and ghosts', and they were the big devils in the martial arts decades ago!

"Scourge?"

"Hmm. Zhixin nodded slightly, "Although the ten demons hit our temple hard, they were also killed and wounded, except for Li Shangfeng, the rest were killed on the spot!"

There are several of them, all of them are ambushed under the hands of Master Hongye!

That Li Shangfeng also set his sights on Uncle Hongye, but because he was unable to win for a while, he attacked your father and mother halfway and distracted Uncle Hongye.

Uncle Hongye had no choice but to take your father and brother to introduce Li Shangfeng into the forest of death, fight for several days, and finally trap him in the depths of the forest!

It's just that Uncle Shi also received a heavy slap from Li Shangfeng, and finally died a few months later due to serious injuries that were difficult to heal!

For a period of time before his death, he watched the stars day and night, and was still worried when he was dying.

He said to me, the calamity star shines and will not be extinguished, and the catastrophe of Wanmu Temple may not be over.

At that time, I didn't care, thinking that even if Li Shangfeng didn't die, he wouldn't be able to get out of this forest of death.

After all these years, I thought he had been trapped to death, but I didn't expect that he not only survived, but also saw the light of day again.

In other words, even if it's not you, Li Shangfeng has other opportunities to come out! This is a catastrophe that can't be avoided!"

Even if Zhixin said so, He Qianshan's guilt was not reduced, but when the master was about to die, all he could do was to accompany the master to say a few more words, and then asked: "What kind of grudge do the ten ghosts of this mountain have with our temple, and they want to commit this poison?"

"Where is the grudge? The disciples of our temple have rarely walked around the rivers and lakes, and they have never dealt with the ten ghosts of this mountain!

The teacher has also been entrusted with an investigation over the years, but he still has no clue.

When asked Li Shangfeng, he refused to say.

It seems that this matter, as well as other things, can only be entrusted to you!"

"Something else?"

Zhixin's face suddenly straightened, and he said loudly: "He Qianshan, the seventh generation disciple of Wanmu Temple, kneels down to listen to the master's orders!"

He Qianshan didn't react for a while, and Zhixin urged: "Don't kneel yet?"

He hurriedly knelt in front of Zhixin.

Zhixin said: "From today on, Wanmu Temple will be handed over to his disciple He Qianshan to take charge, I hope you can pass on the incense of our temple, guard the temple gate, and carry forward the Buddhism and martial arts of our temple!"

He Qianshan stared at Zhixin's face in surprise, and said How can this be done, not to mention that he has only been in the temple for so many days, and he is still a lay disciple, how can he be in charge of this Wanmu Temple?

Zhixin said: "Cultivating Buddha in the heart, it doesn't matter whether you are a monk or a layman." If you really find it difficult for you to be the abbot and abbot, then you can only be the head of the house! Besides, who will you hand it over if you don't hand it over to you?

He Qianshan suddenly stood up and said, "Master, I'll hurry up and take a look, maybe some senior brother has escaped!"

"Don't go! I have already seen it...... No one was spared...... Li Shangfeng's attack is really vicious!" Rao is cultivation of wisdom, and hatred cannot be hidden in his sad voice!

He Qianshan stood there, his tears were not held back again, and he choked up: "Maybe...... Brother Qianjue may ...... Also ......"

Zhixin just shook his head.

He Qianshan couldn't bear to go against Zhixin's will, knelt back in front of Zhixin and said, "The disciple is not talented, I am willing to inherit the teacher's life!"

Zhixin nodded with satisfaction, handed the Bodhi rosary in his hand to He Qianshan, and said: "This is the token of the head of Wanmu Temple, in the future, you will be Wanmu Temple, Wanmu Temple will be you! You are here, Wanmu Temple will be in ......."

The bell behind the portrait of the patriarch suddenly rang ......, and Zhixin's face showed a nervousness that he had never felt before: "Hurry, hurry up and go to the scripture building! There is a secret room behind the bookcase in the northeast corner of the first floor! Someone has entered! He must not be allowed to take away the secret book!"