Winter nights, cold winds, heavy rain mixed with snowflakes descend on the earth.

The West Village is still as calm as ever, there should be not enough people here to die, even if someone is alive, it should not be far from death, they are innocent, but how can every life enjoy absolute fairness in troubled times?

The guards all hid under the eaves, and in the face of the rain and snow in the middle of the winter night, they kept poking their hands that were about to be frozen, and once they stopped, the cold hands could no longer pick up the murderous knife.

Jin Shoutian's hut had no fire, but he didn't sleep, standing quietly on the windowsill looking at the rain and snow in the night sky, muttering to himself: "What is destined to happen tonight? Right and wrong are not so important anymore, only the last person in this world is right." ”

"Squeak", the window closed tightly, cutting off the disturbance of rain and snow but cutting off the bonds of people's hearts, Jin Shoutian seemed to have expected something, maybe all this was also in his expectation, or maybe this was originally a self-directed and self-acting play.

In the dark night, the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance was drowned out, eight people, eight masked black-clothed people, their steps were neat and consistent, neither fast nor slow, shuttling through the mud without any difficulty, the clothes on their bodies were already soaked, and they were slightly emaciated by clinging to their bodies, and their targets were the corpses of the poisoned and dead people in the West Village.

When they came to the village, several guards stepped forward to stop them, and before they could speak, they saw a cold light pass through the guards and they all fell, maybe until the moment they died, they didn't know how they died, and what kind of weapons were killed?

The eight black-clothed men broke straight into the West Village, approaching the ancestral hall step by step, they were very careful, very careful for fear of alarming the guards here, and they also knew very well that once the guards here were alarmed, they would never be able to escape if they were besieged by hundreds of people.

But strangely enough, all the way around, it was unusually quiet, except for the sound of raindrops falling and snowflakes falling.

I didn't have time to think about so many eight people rushing into the ancestral hall, and there were the corpses of the people in it, most of them were already dead, and some of them still had a breath, but it was just a breath that didn't even have the strength to open their eyes.

The eight people were stunned when they saw the corpse in front of them, and for a moment they even hesitated, because a trace of reluctance and guilt flashed in their eyes.

Seven people behind him stood behind the leader of the group, quietly waiting for him to give the order, but the leader stared in silence for a long time and could not speak.

The person behind him was a little anxious and said: "If the eldest brother doesn't do anything, it will be difficult for the officers and soldiers to get out when they find out." ”

The leader was still hesitating, and as time passed, the rain outside the house became heavier and heavier.

Finally, the person who took the lead raised his hands and waved them, and said loudly: "Do it!"

After receiving the order, these people also moved quickly, and each of them carried large sacks, each of which could hold about three or four people.

The leader gave another order: "Withdraw." ”

With that, the eight people withdrew from the West Village in an orderly manner with sacks.

At this time, Jin Shoutian's hut was lit up with fire, he braved the rain and snow to walk out of the hut, came to the corpses of the guards at the head of the village, looked at the blood stains that had been diluted on the ground, Jin Shoutian sighed softly, squatted down and closed his eyes for these dead soldiers, which may be the only thing he can make up.

Face your back to the sky and let the rain and snow fall on your face. Jin Shoutian, who is in his early forties, still has a bit of heroism in his face, but he already has gray hair on his sideburns and hair. He seemed to know what was going to happen, and perhaps it was part of his and their plan, so the dead guards were even more miserable.

Jin Shoutian whispered to himself: "Once you will succeed, all the damned and unworthy things don't matter, all the beauty and splendor of this world are dyed red with blood." ”

Ye Ransom and Jin Shoutian, the two are almost the same but not the same, they have the same thing in common is that they both have majestic ambitions, and the difference is that Jin Shoutian seems to be a little simpler than Ye Ransom. Either of them, they're terrible, because they know it's wrong, and they're going to stick to it.

The night continues to drive to the earth, the rain and snow continue to wash away the filth of the earth, but the conspiracy never stops.

The eight envoys watched the heavy sacks rush overnight, the night was their best protection, not to mention this stormy night, they could be even more unscrupulous. They must send all the bodies of the poisoned to death in batches tonight, because the stormy night can erase all evidence of the crime.

Early the next morning, the weather cleared, and the humidity after the rain and snow last night had not yet drifted away, and many people were still asleep. No matter what kind of sect or sect it is, there are always one or two who get up early, and those who get up early are always able to see something that others will never see, some good and some bad.

Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Nanyang, Xiling, Dongyue, the six major sects all found big sacks in their own courtyards, and after being soaked in rainwater, there was a slight smell inside, and people were curious, so they would inevitably open it to see.

There were three corpses lying in a meditation room in Shaolin, the corpses were a little dark red and black, and Master Huaiyin and several other masters gathered in a circle, carefully examining these corpses.

Master Huaiyin asked, "Who found these corpses first?"

This is a little monk who walked in from outside the meditation room and replied: "Tell the abbot that when the disciple rang the bell in the morning, he found a big sack by the well in the backyard. ”

Master Huaiyin muttered to himself, "It was stormy last night, and it seems that someone deliberately took advantage of this opportunity to transport these corpses here. ”

A monk of the same age as Master Huaiyin next to him stood up and said, "But what is the other party's intention to do this?"

Just when these monks were annoyed, a little monk suddenly rushed in, still holding a handful of notes in his hand, and hurriedly said: "Abbot, abbot, these flying pigeons from the heads of the other five factions have a letter." ”

After that, the little monk handed these notes to Master Huaiyin, who frowned after reading them, and there seemed to be a hint of foreboding in his eyes, but it seemed that he was not sure.

The rest of the monks gathered around and asked, "Senior Brother Abbot, what happened?"

Master Huaiyin shook his head and said, "The other five major sects also encountered the same situation as us this morning, it seems that the other party has a premeditated and planned action, and the spearhead is directly aimed at the Central Plains Martial Arts. ”

It was already obvious that the other party was targeting the Central Plains Martial Arts, but what puzzled several masters was what the other party meant by using this way?

The other monks also shook their heads and said, "I just don't know what the other side is trying to do by throwing these corpses of the people at us?

Master Huaiyin muttered to himself, "No, things won't be that simple! corpse, corpse, corpse." ”

Master Huaiyin seemed to notice something, and kept talking about the corpses in his mouth, and his eyes kept staring at the three corpses.

After a while, the Huaiyin Master seemed to have discovered something?

Master Huaiyin said: "A few junior brothers, come over and take a look, what is the strange thing about these dead corpses?"

Several monks looked at it, and they all said with embarrassed faces: "These three people have obvious signs of poisoning, they must have died of poisoning." ”

Master Huaiyin said: "Yes, it is also said in the letter from the head of the five factions that the corpses they received are similar to ours. ”

At this time, a little monk rushed in and said anxiously: "Abbot, abbot, something is wrong, the monks in the backyard are all crying out for unbearable stomach pain and extremely ugly faces. ”

Master Huaiyin and several junior disciples immediately rushed to the backyard and inspected the situation of the warrior monks in the backyard.

Master Huaiyin shook his head and said: "They are poisoned, but they are still a strange poison that they have never encountered, and the poison has attacked the heart, if there is no antidote within seven days, they have a dead end." ”

Master Huaiyin looked at the little monk and asked, "Have they eaten anything in the morning?"

The little monk scratched his head and said, "I drank a little porridge and some steamed buns, and they are exactly the same as what they usually eat." ”

Master Huaiyin lowered his head and carefully pondered everything that came suddenly, but there were inextricable connections in these seemingly unrelated things.

Suddenly, Master Huaiyin raised his head and said anxiously: "It's not good, this must be the opponent's conspiracy, the poison on these corpses spreads extremely quickly, and it must be destroyed immediately." ”

After that, he immediately ordered several monks to transport the corpses in the meditation room to the back mountain for burial, and the well in the backyard could not be used, so a new water source could only be found.

The other masters also noticed all this, and walked over to Master Huaiyin and said, "The matter has come to this point, if this poison is really so violent, then it is very likely that we have all been poisoned, Senior Brother Abbot, what should we do next?"

Master Huaiyin thought for a while and said: "The other party undoubtedly wants to eradicate the major sects in the Central Plains in batches, and immediately write to the heads of the other major sects, asking them to bring all the disciples to Shaolin immediately. ”

Several masters asked, "Could it be that this poison has never been seen by the abbot?"

Master Huaiyin shook his head and said: "I have never seen it, there are thousands of poisons and antidote techniques recorded in the Shaolin Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but this poison is really unheard of by me, it is a plague, a man-made plague." ”

Anyway, several masters didn't ask anything more, in the face of this sudden catastrophe, everyone was terrified, but as martial arts, Taishan and Shaolin must take their due responsibility.

After receiving the news from Feige of Shaolin Temple, the five major sects of Wudang, Emei, Nanyang, Xiling, and Dongyue also knew the seriousness of the matter, and rushed from all directions non-stop.

Standing at the peak of Shaomu Mountain, Master Huaiyin's deep gaze stared at the sunset in the west for a long time, and the corners of his mouth muttered: "The aftermath is not extinguished, the cycle of life and death, if you can choose, the poor monk would rather have no rivers and lakes in this world." ”

has long seen through the cold state of the world, life and death, although the heart is outside the world, but the body is still in the red dust, so they still failed to be alone in the end.