Sealing Sword

The people under the tree approached and left, Chu Xi held her breath slightly, and found that although there were many people in this forest, most of them were on one side and did not gather together. Turned around before meeting and missed.

The forest is deep, but it is not dead silent. Human voices and insects and birds singing can be heard occasionally, but the voice is not clear, as if the ears are indistinctly blown by the wind, and the eyes are always indistinct, very illusory.

This is a brilliant formation implying the technique of Qimen Dunjia.

Hundreds of ghosts have a collection of thousands of volumes, and there are naturally many strange and obscene skills in them. Chu Xiwei was Shen Wudu's adoptive son and one of the candidates for the master of the sect, so he naturally had to dabble in these things, although Not good but won.

Chu Xiwei knew how much he weighed, so he didn't rush to react after hearing the soft call, but held the handle of the knife and waited vigilantly for a while, and then another stone came, this time hitting his shoulder superior.

"Back one foot, go west three steps."

Chu Xiwei glanced back, but it was a mountain wall covered with withered vines, and there was no place to hide.However, without hesitation, he flew away from the tree and followed his words, and he passed through the "mountain wall". As soon as he stood still, he felt a sudden change in the foreground.

There is no mountain wall behind him at all, but a small open space, covered by vegetation and bluestones, and the moonlight cannot come in, like a natural cage.

An old Taoist sat cross-legged in the middle of the open space, his gray hair was tied up meticulously, but the black Taoist robe on his body was a little tattered, and there were even burnt marks on the corners. His thin body sat upright, but his face was small and mean, like a Majestic old monkey.

When he saw Chu Xiwei, he didn't look good, and said in a low voice, "Zhu Zi, you're not very capable, but you're quite courageous. How dare you come here alone!"

It was the first time for Chu Xiwei to see him, but this old man treated him like nothing else.Thinking about Ye Fusheng's appearance at the moment, Chu Xiwei thought for a while, and then made a joke, imitating that incongruous tone, half surprised and half teasing: "Oh, uncle, you... ...Looks like my time is approaching, I'm going to hell!"

"Whether it's big or small, you should be taught a lesson." The old man snorted and raised his chin, "If you don't have a proper shape, I will teach you a lesson for senior brother."

Chu Xiwei's heart shuddered, it really was him.

The formation method is extensive and profound, and many people in the rivers and lakes have dabbled in it, but they can build such an exquisite formation method according to the terrain in this mountain forest, so that people can't be seen, people's voices can't be heard, deceiving the eyes and ears, blurring the perception, and it's very difficult. Those who commit adultery in this way for a lifetime cannot achieve it.

According to Shen Wuduan, if there is only one person who is famous for his formations in the world, there is only one person - Elder Taishang Gong Duanheng, who inherited the ancient book "Xingluo Jiugong Jue" since he was a child. Taking over the master's mountain protection formation is unrivaled in the world.

A fire in the scripture building killed 27 people, including Taoist Duanheng and Abbot Sejian.Because the body was beyond recognition and could not be identified, only the belongings were used to confirm the identity. Everyone in the audience mourned. Only Chu Xiwei stood outside to spy on all this, with a cold face and a colder heart.

As the saying goes, "To live is to see people and to die is to see corpses", but he never believes in anything until the last moment.

Besides, Ye Fusheng didn't believe it either.

Ye Fusheng accompanied Xuansu and the others to fight the fire and look for people. He personally broke into the fire scene and saw the scene inside. : "Master Uncle Duanheng and Abbot Sejian are probably still alive, you should pay attention."

Although the Tibetan scripture building was surrounded by fire, it was hard to fly, but that was for others. Unless the two famous martial arts masters suffered disaster first, they would never have died so easily in the sea of ​​fire.

What's more, he touched the lapis lazuli Taiji pendant before. The clasp is a nine-joint chain clasp, very tight. It is troublesome to fasten it, and it will take more time to take it off, but the one on the corpse's neck is hanging loosely. , obviously put on in a hurry.

Chu Xiwei thought that the fire in the Sutra Building was strange, and he kept his words in his heart, but he didn't expect to meet unexpectedly tonight.

He was thinking all sorts of things in his mind, without showing anything on his face, he obediently sat across from Duan Heng, and asked, "How did Master escape from danger? How could he be here? Is it okay to see the abbot?"

Duan Heng glanced at "Ye Fusheng", but his face was still full of disgust: "Being plotted by others is also saved by others."

Chu Xiwei had a thought: "Zhao Bingye?"

"Born from Jinghong..." Duan Heng snorted, "How did you know about Zhao Bingye?"

From Ye Fusheng's point of view, Chu Xiwei told about the secret investigation of Du'e Cave with Xuansu and the shocking changes in the Futu Pagoda, but only concealed the matter of the Hundred Ghosts Gate, and pushed the source of clues to Zhao Bing'e and Xi on the Buddha.

"...Zen Master Sekong said that we can trust Zhao Bing'e once this time. The younger generation is puzzled. After returning to the temple, he was first stirred into the muddy water of the pagoda, and then encountered the fire in the scripture building. He was really overwhelmed." Chu Xi Wei Wei rubbed his forehead pretending to be distressed, "However, it's a great blessing that the uncle and the abbot are well."

After Duan Heng heard all this, he finally found this bastard pleasing to the eye, and he also talked about his own experience——

"On the day Master Sejian and I were in Yunshui Hall, we discussed the Tao on the open side, and secretly exchanged information about the situation of Wuxiang Temple." Duan Heng said, "It was probably at the end of the year that Wuxiang Temple received some practitioners from the temple. The refugees who came into exile from the southwestern frontier heard that bandits were rampant in the frontier and the weather was freezing, so they were resettled near Wenchan Mountain. The Seruojian Temple was in charge of this matter.

"In order to maintain the livelihood of the refugees, the Seruojian Temple proposed 'helping the poor with work', asking them to often go up the mountain to help with chores in exchange for some money, which is also a way of life. Since then, Wuxiang Temple has mixed in Outsiders, at first they were just farmers who helped cook firework and deliver vegetables, and then there gradually appeared sweeping monks and cloud tourists...The identities of these people are inconspicuous, and the things they do are small, coupled with Se Ruo's covert cover, By the time Abbot Sejian realizes something is wrong, it will be too late."

The most gentle intrusion in the world is "moistening things silently" (Note).

"Replacing people by killing people, operating hidden piles, drug control, coercion and temptation... During the past half a year, Wuxiang Temple was dragged into troubled waters step by step. Even Zen Master Sekong was trapped in the cave because of his disciple Hengyuan's betrayal." After a pause, Duan Heng continued, "After Zhao Qing was captured and returned to the temple, these stakes moved together, and the ignorant monks and monks in the temple The safety of innocent people in the vicinity and the huge foundation of Wuxiang Temple were used as threats. The abbot Sejian wanted to break the situation, but it was difficult for a few people to do so. Warning..."

Chu Xiwei narrowed her eyes: "I'm afraid, the abbot's intention is to use this crisis to mobilize all the martial arts factions. Even if there is a danger of death, injury and death, it is better than a mess of loose sand and letting everyone break it down."

Duan Heng's fingers tapped on his knees: "Everything in the world cannot be broken or established... Besides, we don't have many choices."

"Right now, the uncle and the abbot took advantage of the fire to flee to death, turning the light into darkness, and Xuan Su therefore took over the banner and put pressure on Hengyuan with enthusiasm, forcing the Burial Soul Palace to turn from darkness to light... It was indeed a good move "Chu Xi slightly raised her eyes, "But what good will it do Zhao Bing'e?"

Duan Heng said: "Seize power, revenge."

Chu Xiwei's eyes darkened.

Zhao Bingye often lives in Mizong Ridge, and her reputation is not far-reaching. Judging from Chu Xiwei's information, she only knows the origin of her identity, and not much else.

"The matter of seizing power is easy to talk about...but where does 'revenge' come from?"

Duan Heng glanced at him, and said angrily: "Chen Zhima rotten millet, what do you care about so much?"

According to Chu Xiwei's usual temper, after hearing this, even if he didn't teach this old bastard to be a man, he would have to go back mercilessly, but now he is facing Ye Fusheng's face, and this guy in front of him has another elder Head, even if there is fire, you can't let it out, just swallow your anger obediently.

He saw that Duan Heng didn't want to bring up the past, so he changed the subject and said: "Just now I followed He Lianyu and Duan Qingdao... Teacher Niang came over, but lost her way because of the confusion, I'm afraid I will be lost, so please Master Master let me go."

Duan Heng snorted through his nose: "What are you going to do? Trouble or court death?"

Chu Xi frowned slightly, and heard him say again: "I know you have the ability, but this has to deal with He Lianyu...you can't go."

Before Chu Xiwei opened his mouth to ask, Duan Heng continued on his own: "He Lianyu's "Thousand Tribulations Kung Fu" is about to break through the ninth level. This is the most critical time for him. He is impetuous and irritable. It's not stable, but if you let him pass this hurdle, it will be difficult to kill him... However, you can't win by relying on a large number of people. On the contrary, the more people you have, the more troublesome you will be. Nothing can be guaranteed.”

Having said that, Duan Heng looked at him: "I know you have your own means, then do what you should do and be prepared for possible changes."

Chu Xiwei said: "Since you know the variables are huge, why do you still take risks?"

"Boy, when Mount Taishan is at the top, you should stay calm in the face of danger, but you can't blindly look forward and backward. Some things are inevitable, and there is no chance of turning around if you don't let go." Duan Heng lowered his face, "This matter tonight is Zhao Bing. Moth and his senior brother made a plan to use Zen Master Sekong as bait to lure him into the Duer Cave alone, and use Buddha Fist to suppress his Shura hand. However, Xifo was trapped for many days, and he had no chance to win. We can only control the situation of the battle so that the brothers can cut into it."

Chu Xiwei couldn't help asking: "Master... Is Mrs. Mistress sure of winning?"

Duanqing is the second level of forgetfulness in "The Promise", and Helian Yu is the eighth peak of "Thousand Tribulations". Both of them are only one step away from the highest level. I am afraid that there is a difference between them. Who can win? One chip?

Duan Heng was silent for a moment, but said: "I will open the gate of life later, you take this opportunity to leave here and go back to the temple, tell Xuan Su and the trustworthy people to prepare for the battle, and I will change the formation to make these sentries fall into the trap. Dead door, not one left."

But Chu Xiwei continued to ask: "And then? What will happen to Shi Niang and Xi Fu if they fail to capture He Lianyu? If Bu Xueyao and the others find out the clues to outflank them, what will happen to you, uncle?"

"You bastard, why are you talking so much?" Duan Heng glanced at him, "We are all so old, why do you need to worry about it?"

Chu Xiwei clenched her fists tightly.

This time, although the layout of internal and external cooperation is cautious, it is difficult to calculate people's hearts. It is uncertain when mistakes will occur and cause endless troubles. He should make other preparations as Duan Heng said, instead of taking the risk of taking the risk. Lian Yu.

But for a while, he didn't know what to say, Ye Fusheng's face turned over and over in his mind——

"Jalan City is safe from me, you must be safe."

Before leaving, the man whispered when he hugged him, which is still in my ears.

Chu Xiwei dared to plan martial arts for the Hundred Ghosts, and was willing to turn the tables for Ye Fusheng, but the two are placed on the same balance, which is the crushing and tilting of love and righteousness.

He Lianyu has some skills, and Chu Xiwei has personally learned it in Anxi Mountain. Even if he is in a critical moment, he may lose control and become more and more fierce. Even if he is defeated by the sword, he may die with everyone.

Regardless of Duanqing and Sekong in the Du'e Cave, or Duanheng in the dense forest, life and death are on the verge of death, and they may be lost at any time.

For love, Chu Xiwei wanted to stay; for reason, he had to leave.

Duan Heng seemed impatient, he reached out to drive him away, but Chu Xiwei grabbed him back.

The skin and flesh of the old man is not as delicate and firm as that of the young man. Even if he has practiced for many years and maintained it properly, he will start to loosen in the end. He is also very thin, like skin covered with bones.

But he didn't let go, he just held on tighter.

"Master, I will definitely live up to the entrustment, but..." Chu Xi said in a low voice, "There is nothing more sorrowful in the world than wading through mountains and rivers, and being homeless after going through all kinds of hardships...Master, all of you must treasure."

Duan Heng took a deep look at him, withdrew his hand, and said, "Get lost, hurry up."

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Note: From Du Fu's "Happy Rain on a Spring Night".