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The sky was overcast, and it was raining lightly. The Great Xiangguo Temple, which was already as empty as a bird, was as dead and silent as a ghost at this time.

White flags were erected outside the temple gate, and they did not move because there was no wind. The word "high" on the banner was wet with rain, and the ink was scattered, staining the flag with flowers.

A well-behaved white-faced young man, dressed in a simple filial piety suit, kneeling under the banner flag. His left arm was tied with two splints in a slightly dirty bandage, and his left cheek was bruised and bloodied. There was a lot of unyielding anger in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, but he couldn't make a sound.

In front of him was a thin-skinned whiteboard coffin that would only be used by the poorest people in their burials. In front of the coffin, some fruits, water, wine, offerings, paper money, and so on were placed. A line of words was written on one of the tablets: "The spiritual seat of the ancestor Gao Dunfu".

The rain was still falling, and the young man's face and body were already soaked.

In front of the entire worship hall, for a long time, he was the only one, and he was silent for a long time, and it was difficult for people who didn't know him to even find him alive.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, and someone slowly walked up to his side.

It was a man in black wearing a cloak, and most of his face was hidden under the cloak, and he couldn't see his face clearly. There were still blood stains on his feet and boots, and under the washing of the rain, they were flowing into the rain little by little, and went low.

Although he heard the sound of the comer, the well-behaved young man did not move.

"Your father, have you been wronged?" asked the man in black.

The well-behaved young man finally reacted, but he didn't turn his head to look at the man in black, and muttered to himself: "Although my father is evil, his sin does not lead to death. ”

"You, too, were you wronged?" the man in black asked again.

"It's normal to have friends and money exchanges. But the father of that fellow thought of me as evil, and feared that I would instigate his son to learn badly, so he asked the spiritual priest to forcibly drive my father and son away. They were very heavy-handed, and my father, in order to protect my integrity, was killed by an opponent with a blow. ”

"Even if you are wronged, why stop in the rain? The man in black said.

"The family was poor, the monks were snobbish, the money was not enough, the Dharma was only half done and then dispersed, and the spirit was not allowed to stop in the worship hall, so it was so. ”

The well-behaved young man is articulate and clear-minded. Although it is low, it is still understandable.

"So, you're angry now?" said the man in black.

The well-behaved young man finally turned his head to look at the man in black, looked at his strange outfit, and was silent for a long time. But the gritted teeth showed the grievances and anger in his heart now. Finally, his eyes were fixed on the little blood stain on the tip of the man in black's toe.

"Follow me. The man in black said.

"Follow you, can you avenge my family?"

"Only by doing it yourself can you take revenge. The man in black said, "I can't help you take revenge, but I can teach you the ability to take revenge." ”

The well-behaved young man turned around, and suddenly bowed three times and bowed to the man in black: "Although I am a junior spiritual priest, I am not that person's opponent. I beg your nobles to teach me the skill of revenge, I have to avenge my family, and I will follow it for the rest of my life, and I will die without regrets!"

A trace of laughter appeared at the corner of the black-clothed man's mouth, he was very satisfied with the qualifications of the young man in front of him, he was an extremely rare spiritual cultivation material, and more importantly, the depression and resentment on his brow were very strong.

"If you enter my sect, I can naturally teach you the art of spiritual cultivation. The man in black said slowly, stretched out his hand, and seemed to be slowly caressing the starry raindrops, and a trace of black mist slowly swirled out of his palm. And drop by drop, thousands of drops of water, around his hand, flew around and around, at first slowly, then faster and faster.

"A lonely, after all, it is difficult to succeed. I have just decided to establish this sect and name it the Heavenly Dao Sect, respecting the Heavenly Dao and acting for the Heavenly Dao. The man in black said, "You don't have to ask me by name, you can call me the Master." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

"Humanity is unfair, but God is justice. It is precisely because of the injustice of humanity that I teach the world to do the most just things of heaven. The man in black said.

Hearing the word "unfairness", the well-behaved young man's face showed even more anger and was difficult to declare.

"You are the first member of my sect, and you will also be my first disciple, and I will definitely teach you all my spiritual skills. The man in black said, "What's your name?"

The well-behaved young man saluted again, this time with a bow to the teacher, "The sect leader is above, the teacher is above, and the disciple is high." ”

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"Horn! Horn!"

A resounding slap in the face. On the edge of the ring of the forbidden military exercise field, a captain grabbed a soldier, made him kneel on the ground, and then slapped him severely, while beating, he scolded viciously: "Who made you make such a bad trick in the competition?"

The soldier was only seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes were deep, and he was beaten at this time, but he was ten thousand unconvinced, staring at the captain with wide eyes, and then looking at the captain in the ring next to him, especially a chief who was rolling on the ground in pain with his crotch.

This battle in the ring was supposed to be a battle for the position of a military commander. The commander was a low-ranking officer in the Song army, and he could manage fifty people. The army he was in lacked a captain, and he and the chief of Nashi both signed up for the election, and in the end they were decided by competition. This soldier and the captain were both junior spirits, and they were considered strong in this army, and most of the others were mortals. But in the ring, the soldier still lost to the opponent on the scene, but in the end he used a trick, and in a tricky angle, he abolished the opponent's descendants with one move.

The contest is won, but the victory is insidious. The captain in charge of them originally belonged to Na Shichang, but seeing this situation, he was naturally angry, so he took this soldier down and questioned him.

"Since it is a contest or a contest in the army, it is for the purpose of winning, as for how to win, it doesn't matter!" The soldier coughed up a mouthful of blood and loudly defended himself, "In the future, if you go to the battlefield, the enemy will immediately cut off your head, but you can turn defeat into victory through this, do you make a move?"

"On the battlefield, that's the enemy! But Chief Marsh, a brother in his own battalion, how can he generalize!" The lieutenant said angrily, "Moreover, he is General Ma's brother-in-law, and he was brought into the barracks just now! What do you want me to explain to General Ma!" Speaking of this, he was even more angry, and used spiritual power in his hand, and in three or two strokes, the soldier's face was already bloody and fleshy.

"I don't accept it! The battle between the spirits is extremely powerful, every move and every style, the fate of life and death. You say that I have a heavy hand, but you can know the ruthlessness between his every move? If I hesitate a little, it will be the result of dying on the spot? I am not convinced!"

"Take it down! Beat him with a military stick! An ordinary person will lose his breath after fifty military sticks, isn't he a spiritual warrior! Beat him with five hundred!"

It's raining again, it's really annoying rain, dripping, dripping.

A man in black wearing a hat walked in the barracks under the leadership of several generals, and the officers of the barracks respectfully invited him to watch everywhere he passed. Ma Guangzong, the general of the forbidden army, nodded and bowed, very attentive.

This is a strong man from the Royal Zhiyuan Pavilion, I heard that His Majesty likes them the most, and if you have any doubts in your heart, you must summon them to ask the right one. This time, the other party is going to visit the forbidden army, and he will be entertained and served, and a few kind words in front of His Majesty will be a great thing for his future career.

"Are you saying that Wang Man, after going to the Demon Suppression Hall as the commander, has no contact with your forbidden army?" asked the man in black. As he asked, his eyes were fixed on the soldier who had been beaten to a bloody pulp.

He's been following this for a long time. That kid was so hard that he didn't have a piece of good flesh and blood from his back to his thighs, and the blood even stained the rain on the ground red, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

"Exactly. Ma Guangzong said, "I heard that the management of the Demon Suppression Hall is extremely strict and secretive, and what it does will not be known to outsiders. He went for a few months and never came back, which makes people suspicious. So many old brothers, old friends, he made his own fortune, and he didn't come back to take a look. "The words are very dissatisfied.

"What did you do, boy?" asked the man in black.

"In the ring competition, I hurt people by using the next three indiscriminate moves, and I kept saying that as long as I can win, I will not care about the means. Hey, it's really full of nonsense, can dealing with one's own people be the same as dealing with the enemy? If you abolish the roots of other people's children and grandchildren, how will people live the rest of their lives?"

"This person, I want it. Let me talk to him a few words. The man in black said, throwing out a bag of gold.

The strong man of the Royal Zhiyuan Pavilion wants a small soldier, and the shot is a bag of gold, of course Ma Guangzong is willing, anyway, after this soldier has this incident, he will also be expelled, stay in the army, and I don't know what will happen in the future.

The people were all gone, and only the man in black and the soldier were left at the edge of the ring.

The man in black stepped on the rain and walked next to the soldier who was already dying, "Are you convinced?"

"No," the soldier spurted blood from his mouth as he spoke, "He, he also dealt a heavy hand, if it weren't for my family spiritual skills, I would have been dismembered by him a long time ago!"

"You feel wronged?"

"Of course I was wronged!"

"You're here, you can't mix it up anymore. Come with me, I will get your disobedience and grievances all right. The man in black said.

"Are you?" the soldier was not gullible though he was down.

The man in black whispered a few words in his ear. The soldier pondered for a while, finally gritted his teeth and nodded, and suddenly knelt down, with a terrifying wound, and shouted sincerity.

"Disciple Tong Guan, meet the sect leader!"