[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

Fang Tianzhi didn't believe that Chu Liuxiang died in the desert.

But if it was said that Chu Liuxiang had encountered great trouble and danger in the desert, he would believe it.

This is a man with an invincible halo on his head. Although he has always been plagued by bad luck, even if God suddenly blows a big sandstorm, he may not be able to be buried. Which hero dares to say that he died in the desert?

So this thrush who repeatedly hinted secretly, and finally even left a letter, is he an enemy or a friend?How did he know that there was only an empty coffin in Wuhua's tomb?How did he know that Chu Liuxiang was in trouble in the desert when he was thousands of miles away in southern Fujian?

Did he lie?

Was it good intentions or malice to lure Fang Tianzhi out of the pass?

He wants to help Chu Liuxiang?Or do you intend to involve yourself in the conspiracy?

The mystery once again found Fang Tianzhi.

But Fang Tianzhi thought about it, and decided to run over——

At the beginning of autumn, he had passed Yumen pass.

In a small town outside the pass, looking westward, the light blue sky seems to be immersed in a vast expanse of yellow sand like water, the desert is as wide as the sea, and the cascading low hills are like waves, surging straight to the wind-eroded and damaged Guoqiang Before that, it gradually merged with the Caotan Gobi, trying to support a few strange-shaped trees, and a few scattered turf like green scars.

Fang Tianzhi temporarily lived in this town.

The desert is vast and terrifying. How is it different from looking for a needle in a haystack by breaking into it directly to find someone?

He didn't know if Chu Liuxiang walked into the desert from here, and he didn't know if anyone in the town outside the remote pass recognized Chu Liuxiang. The purpose of inquiring for news in restaurants, tea houses and camel shops is not to find out any real news, but to give the thrush a chance to do something.

Even though Fang Tianzhi's martial arts are superb, he is still just a mere mortal in essence.Doesn't the thrush know that without accurate information, he would never be able to find Chu Liuxiang?

No one can fail to understand this.

Therefore, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, as long as you want to lure him into the desert, you will definitely find a way to send him the clues you want.

Sure enough, on the third day, Fang Tianzhi saw a familiar piece of pale green paper on the square table in the inn room when he returned from eating vegetable soup and steamed buns.

On the paper was a beautiful and loving image of Avalokitesvara.

The painter's brushwork is delicate and moving, and he is quite skillful. I can see Guanyin sitting on the lotus flower, his arms are dancing to form the seal, his eyes are closed, and there is a slight smile on his lips.But for some reason, if you look carefully, Guanyin's smile seems to have gradually changed, revealing an indescribably strange and flattering attitude.

Small characters are attached after the portrait.

"The thrush once heard that there is Guanyin hidden in the stone forest,

Zen Master Bingxinyuxiang, if kneeling in front of her real body three times and nine times, begging for her favor,

Or all wishes come true. "

Fang Tianzhi read it carefully, and put the emerald note into his bag.

The clues given by the thrush are very clear.

If he wants to know Chu Liuxiang's whereabouts, or to clarify this mystery, he should go to a place called Shilin and find a woman related to Guanyin.

The next morning.

Fang Tianzhi took his parcel, rode a camel, and stepped into the desert alone.

No one in the town knows about the stone forest in the desert.

Is the stone forest the name of an oasis, or is it really a wind-eroded stone forest? All of this is still unknown. If you want to come to Baiyujing and Bat Island, they are nothing more than the lair of some forces outside the customs. hands know.

But people live in the desert, they can't ascend on the spot, they always have to eat and drink.

If you want to dominate the business, you will inevitably have to deal with the surrounding forces.

Who is the most powerful person in the desert?

Fang Tianzhi has figured out the answer to this question that all three-year-old children outside the pass know——

Jamuhe, king of the desert.

Zamuhe is dead, he just died under Tianyi Shenshui a few days ago.

After the tea is cold, the scenery of the king of the desert is naturally not as good as before, but his daughter Heizhu is still alive, known as the "Little Prince".The centipede is dead but not stiff. Since there is the "little prince", his men are still a force that anyone who wants to make a living in the desert must never dare to underestimate and cannot avoid.

They will probably know where the stone forest is.Even if you don't know, you will never not even know a little bit about "Guanyin".Let's take a step back and say that Zamuhe's people are a force on the surface, and it is much easier to find them than to find Shilin.

As for where to find the "Little Prince"——

Fang Tianzhi decided to try his luck.

The desert is the same as other places. There are merchants, bandits, and black shops.As long as you follow the commercial route and don't deviate too far, you will meet someone one day. As long as there are people, there will be further clues.

This luck cannot be touched by others, because there is no water source when walking in the desert, so trying luck is like gambling life.But Fang Tianzhi can touch it casually. After drinking the water he bought, he still has a mere 10,000+ points, so he doesn't panic at all.

Riding a camel deep into the desert for more than ten days, one day at dusk, Fang Tianzhi slowly walked across a gentle sand dune against the wind and sand all over the sky, until he could see it clearly, and suddenly found behind the silhouette of a rocky mountain. There is an inn.The inn was built on the side of the mountain, low and narrow, and the muddy red sun hung obliquely on the corner of the west room, illuminating the eight big white clay characters on the wall, "momo clear water, dry bed and hot kang".

It seems that his luck is not bad.

Fang Tianzhi got off the camel, tied the reins firmly to the thick wooden stakes in front of the store, climbed up a wooden step covered with thick yellow sand, opened the shiny black cotton curtain, Push the door and enter.

As soon as the cotton curtain was put down, the noisy wind whistling sound was immediately covered by most of it.He brushed off the dust on the monk's robe, stomped his feet, and then raised his hand to take off the black gauze and rattan hat that shielded him from the wind, and looked around.

There are a lot of people in this store at first glance.Five or six big men were playing cards around the table, a thin old man was curled up in the counter smoking a pipe, and another strong man was cleaning.

His way of sweeping and sweeping is quite different from others, he only lifts a shovel to throw sand on the ground, the sand is repeatedly shoveled by him with the head of the shovel, gradually staining the sticky blood stains on the ground, and finally he shovels away a layer of mud He threw a shovel of blood mud into a rattan basket, and shouted: "Fuck you, don't work in the house from now on, let me wash the floor here!"

Everyone seemed to have not seen the customers entering the store.And it was only at this moment that the man squinted his eyes and glanced at Fang Tianzhi.I don't know if the title of "Holy Monk" played a role, his face straightened slightly, and he said to the little old man: "The shopkeeper, here is a monk."

The little old man clicked his mouth, and two streams of white smoke came out of his nostrils. He also raised his head and looked at Fang Tianzhi: "Do you want to eat or stay in the hotel?"

Fang Tianzhi knew that this must be a black shop, so he held his cap, went to the nearest table and picked up a bench to sit on, and said, "Amitabha, are there any seasonal fruits and vegetables, fresh mushroom soup, noodles with scallion oil?"

The little old man has been in the rivers and lakes in the desert for so long, and he has never seen such a loud guest, so he squinted his eyes, knocked the cigarette pot on the sole of his shoe a few times, and said with a smile: "Yes, there is, but you have to pay first." ah."

Fang Tianzhi said: "No money."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man carrying the rattan basket looked back coldly.

The little old man stopped laughing.

Just when a man playing cards lost his money, he heard the little old man coughing lightly, so he pushed the face of the cards away, stood up with his bloodshot eyes staring at him, strode aggressively towards Fang Tianzhi, and said: "I just said why I lost money, so I saw you, an unlucky bald donkey!" Stretched out a palm as big as a cattail fan, and slapped him on the face.

Fang Tianzhi sat still, but he kicked his knee violently under the table. The man didn't even see the shadow of his leg clearly, the kneecap had already shattered. Turning him over, he immediately fell to the foot of the table.Fang Tianzhi didn't wait for him to scream, reached out and grabbed the topknot of his head, and flung him into the counter with a little force.

The men in the room who were grabbing cards changed their colors instantly, and jumped up together, each holding a stick, table and chair, and rushed forward to beat them.Fang Tianzhi picked up a few chopsticks and threw them out like scattered flowers. Duoduo made a few blunt instrument piercing into the flesh, and four men squatted down in place, dripping with blood, their feet had been pierced through by wooden chopsticks. And the soles of the shoes were nailed into the mud together.

Only one stick-wielding man rushed forward, seeing Fang Tianzhi's display of tricks, and hearing the screams behind him, he couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb.

Fang Tianzhi twisted the stick, and the man let go of his hand immediately, and there was another blow in front of his eyes, and the stick was thrown in the chest and flew away, smashing the door and falling out of the house.

Seeing the situation, the little old man hastily shook a copper bell on the table, and at that moment the narrow windows on all four walls opened all together, amidst the noise of the wind, someone outside the window raised a bow and arrow, aimed at Fang Tianzhi and shot.

Fang Tianzhi stretched his sleeves in the air, gathered more than a dozen long arrows, and flung them towards the counter. With the sound of clashing swords, the long arrows brushed against the little old man and nailed into the wall behind him. Surrounded by a human figure.

The little old man opened his mouth, held the cigarette rod in a daze, and looked at Fang Tianzhi standing up, holding the stick, and walking slowly like a child who made a mistake. Touching his head to his toes, he said humbly: "A villain has eyes but can't see Mount Tai..."

Suddenly Yu Guang saw that the stick leaning on the ground seemed to be lifted up, his body couldn't help slipping, he knelt down and shouted: "Master, spare my life!"

Fang Tianzhi exerted a little force on his hand, and the long stick sank half a foot into the ground and stood upright. He picked up a good bench and sat down. He opened his mouth and asked, "Sometimes vegetables and fruits, fresh mushroom soup, mixed with scallion oil?" face?"

The little old man hurriedly nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

Fang Tianzhi ate noodles with scallion oil.

After eating three big bowls of noodles, he drank some good tea soup, and finally cut two honeydew melons for his stomach.

After eating and drinking enough, he saw the shopkeeper who looked like a filial son and grandson, and finally asked: "Do you know Shilin?"

The old man didn't dare to be negligent, and after thinking for a long time, he said cautiously: "I don't know if it's true..."

Fang Tianzhi said: "Have you ever heard of a person named Guanyin in the desert?"

The old man's face was sweating, and he said: "This... this... I haven't heard of it before." I was afraid that Fang Tianzhi would think that he was lying, so he couldn't help showing a look of pleading, "Don't dare to hide it, the villain has been running more than [-] years here. Years, I have never heard of it.”

Fang Tianzhi's expression didn't change, and he didn't blame him, he just said: "You can run a black shop here for 20 years, but your martial arts are so-so, I think you must know a lot of people?"

The old man squeezed out a smile: "Friends on the road, you are indeed willing to sell some noodles to the villain."

Fang Tianzhi stared at his face, and said coldly: "Then you should at least know where Zamuhe's people are?"