(Reader exchange QQ group: 477523336, welcome to join)

The ancestral hall was horribly gloomy, and fear scabbed over the wounds of despair, as if someone desperately needed to scream and release the nightmare of the heart to break the deathly silence.

Lian'er Chun's eyes were full of tears, like rain falling on the mirror lake, rippling layers of waves, and said in a trembling voice: "Senior, are you here to save Lian'er?" She looked at the messy and mutilated limbs not far away, her eyes were shining, "That ghost Taoist caused the little monkey to lose his arm, he must be a bad person, and if the predecessor can be his enemy, then he must be a good person." But your predecessor has a different appearance, so terrifying, Lian'er doesn't dare to look at you. ”

Although Qin Yue was afraid of death and greedy for life, he abandoned Lian'er here, but after all, he lost an arm, Lian'er didn't hate him, and only prayed in his heart, hoping that this little monkey who was not righteous enough could survive this catastrophe.

The slender arm covered the fangs, Batu Mozhigen lowered his head, the mask was full of shadows, blurry and difficult to distinguish, and said slowly: "The old man is just wearing a mask, not born like this, don't panic." The old man's appearance is usually tight, and he is no different from others. ”

Lian'er's heart finally let go, and her face was full of childish aura, and she said: "They call their predecessors shamans, forgive Lian'er for being stupid, I don't know why shamans, I only know that in Central Plains Buddhism, the sect members are called elders and monks, but are the predecessors similar to the novices?"

Batu Mozhigen was stunned by the question, and shook his head helplessly: "You can also say the same." ”

When Lian'er saw that the ghost-faced man admitted that he was a monk, she relaxed her guard and said: "Lian'er listened to the voice of her predecessors who were a little old and low, she must be not young, how can she still be a little monk, she should be counted as an abbot?"

Batu Mozhigen felt that Lian'er was very cute, and laughter came out of the red-veined mask, with a sense of oppression, and said: "That's right, according to the Central Plains, the old man can also be regarded as an abbot. ”

Lian'er's eyes are smiling, beautiful and pure, down-to-earth and generous, "Since you are a person in Buddhism, you must be a kind and kind practitioner." Great monk, why did you save me? You said that Lian'er was related to the fortunes of the Khitan country, what did you mean?"

Batu Mozhigen flickered his words, noncommittal, and said: "That's a false word to deceive Taiyin, and it can't be true." When the old man saw that you were in danger, he extended a helping hand, and the Central Plains Buddhism was full of compassion, and the Khitan shaman was the same. ”

Lian'er nodded frequently, her eyes full of reverence, and said, "Can the great monk help Lian'er find my son-in-law? ”

Batu Mozhigen hesitated slightly, and said in his heart: "This is very good, the old man can plan his own plans, win the trust of Luoxiazhuang, and it is also convenient to find clues." With a hideous face and a piercing heart, Batu Mozhigen put away the wooden-handled divine knife, and continued: "Of course, since the old man is helping people, then he will help it to the end, but this Yunzhou is huge, how can you find the person you are looking for?"

Lian'er raised her eyebrows slightly, and said: "We are out of Luoxiazhuang, and we usually have to carve marks along the way, and only the people in the village can understand the information, so that the backup can be answered at any time, so it is not difficult to find my son-in-law." Great monk, if you can really help me, my son-in-law will be rewarded with a lot of money, and he will never let you be busy in vain. Lian'er was afraid that he would find it cumbersome and regret it halfway, so she lured her to the other party, but she didn't know that the other party had other plans.

Batu Mozhigen shook his head and said: "The old man helps you not to take a penny, money is a mundane thing outside the body, how can a cultivator covet it?"

Lian'er lowered her head and pondered, turned her eyebrows into sorrow, and said, "Great monk, you certainly want to help me, but it's a pity that Lian'er's legs and feet are not strong enough to walk, how can this be good?"

Batu Mozhigen leaned forward, his face was terrifying, and said, "The old man is carrying you." ”

Lian'er saw that there were red lines on a black background, as if a giant snake was devouring each other, which was very weird, and she couldn't help but feel timid, and said: "Great monk, can you take off the mask, Lian'er looks so scared." ”

The sound of laughter came out from behind the mask again, as if crossing life and death, Batu Mozhigen said: "The skin is just an appearance, and it is not possible to judge people by their appearance, not to mention the mask? The old man wears this thing, and he has a reason why he cannot be an outsider, even if he can't take it off, if he stays for a long time, it will naturally be much more pleasing to the eye." ”

Lian'er's pink lips are drumming, delicate and vivid, extremely reluctant to be carried by Batu Mozhigen, and suddenly feel that the bone feathers are very warm, some of them are stabbed on the face, itchy, very interesting, Lian'er said: "There are a lot of feathers on the predecessors, so Lian'er takes one of them and takes it as a gift from the great monk." Before Batu could react, Lian'er stretched out her hand and pulled out one, and saw that it was scaly, fluffy, and purple in the moonlight, which was extremely beautiful. She placed the feather in the palm of her hand, and the edge of it floated with the night breeze, looking light and handsome.

She lay on Batumozhigen's back, feeling that her shoulders were very broad, and without the first connection, she could not help but hold it tightly, lay deep, and fell asleep. Batu Mozhigen heard Lian'er's snort, and shook his head with a smile, as if he hadn't laughed for many years, and he didn't know what the smile meant.

Xiang Yu Temple stands in the wind, broken and ruined. Under the starlight, Batu Mozhigen walked towards Yuncheng with Lian'er on his back, and the wind dyed the forest, as if he was composing a hypnotic movement for Lian'er. She was meeting Wan'er in a dream, and the two were talking happily, a smile reflecting clear tears, incomprehensible.

The moonlit night covered the land, and the eyes were desolate.

Qin Yue stumbled along the way, endured severe pain, and his thin face was bloodless, like a dying man. He clenched the wound in his right hand and walked along the stream, the cobblestones convex and disorganized, as if deliberately slowing down the journey. In his eyes, everything is full of hostility, and he wants to gradually wear out his remaining will, trying to exhaust what little physical strength he has.

Finally, as soon as his eyes darkened, Qin Yue collapsed into the stream, and the red blood gathered into a line with the turbulent water, winding away. At this moment, he seemed to feel the humiliation of his grandfather's knife, as if he saw the decline of the Great Qi regime, and as if he heard his father's dying instructions. Qin Yue said in his heart: "There is no hope for the child to return to the country, and he went to the underworld to get Yincao, but he taught me how to face the sustenance of my father Yin Yin." ”

He cried with hatred, and unconsciously covered his head with a cloth bag, and the cold iron rope instantly wrapped around one arm, and a force was everywhere, Qin Yue was dragged up, and exclaimed: "Who is it, why are you tying me?" There was only the whispering of the wind in all directions, Qin Yue didn't get the slightest response, he was forcibly pulled away and galloped away.

There was a faint light in the cloth bag, difficult to see, and mildew, suffocating and oppressive, and the sound of iron chains shaking was all in my ears, all without warning.

Qin Yue tripped repeatedly, but he was pulled up vigorously, and even dragged on the ground, and his whole body was rubbed by sharp stones and oozed blood. I don't know who has such amazing arm strength that I can't hear half a breath.

Qin Yue asked repeatedly, but still couldn't get an answer, the iron chain was wrapped around his hand, and he couldn't break free, and subconsciously felt as if he was walking along a mountain road.

Qin Yue's lips were chapped, very difficult, and he was numb and unconscious at the broken arm. The cloth bag is dense with cotton and linen, suffocating abnormally, it is weak, and running all the way, the whole person seems to have lost his soul, and he doesn't feel that the east is white.

One end of the chain hung down, and Qin Yue felt that his body instantly relaxed, and he collapsed to the ground. He wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he could only make a faint voice, "Is there anyone......?" Is there anyone......? Can't die, can't die......" Although he was already angry, he refused to let go of his broken arm, like a life-saving straw, holding it firmly.

I could only hear the sound of the iron cable striking, and then there seemed to be a wooden door open, making a creaking sound, which was extremely harsh.

A voice said, "Big brother, there is a person lying outside, but it is not a dead person." ”

"What, living people? It's a novelty to see a living person in the Valley of the Wolf and Tiger. Which one is deadly, what a big dog!"

"This rabbit seems to be missing a claw, and he is a cripple. ”

"That's interesting, bring Lao Tzu back to the village, and have a pastime today. ”

The evil smile like the charm echoes in the night and lasts for a long time. The sound of footsteps, chaotic and disorganized, as if death was imminent, with the most primitive trembling, facing people's hearts.