Sealing Sword

This time the Baidao coalition forces vowed to attack Mizong Ridge, not only to face the notorious Burial Soul Palace, but also to face all kinds of evil spirits and heretics who heard the news from all over the world.For this reason, Shen Wuduan let out the sound of the wind to attract the stakes, and sharpened his knife to secretly remove the thorn in his eyes; the four respected elders, including Elder Duanheng, Fangzhang Sejian, Qu Jin, and Master Duanyi, quickly cut through the mess and contacted the major masters. The people gathered together to discuss major issues, and then made an oath to the heroes. Under Qu Jin's suggestion, the coalition forces were divided into three groups: left, middle, and right, and surrounded by waterways, mountain paths, and official roads. , and can take care of each other.

Xuansu and Hengyuan lead people on the mountain road. Apart from the experienced seniors, this team is mostly young martial arts youths, such as Luo Ziting and Heng Ming. Bandits or demons, neither retreated half a step.

It's not that no one is afraid, and it's not that no one is afraid of fighting and hiding behind others.At first, Xuansu wanted to help as much as possible, so he was in danger several times. Later, when Heng Yuan saw him making a move to lure the enemy, he used his strength to push him away, and watched the cowardly man dodge under the shadow of sword, light and sword with cold eyes. Fight to the death with weapons, or wait to die on the spot.

"You can save them once, but not forever."

When they camped and rested in the woods that night, Xuan Su frowned and led Heng Yuan away from the crowd, but before he could say anything, the young monk put his palms together and chanted "Amitabha", saying so.

Xuan Su knew that what he said was right, but he couldn't agree with it: "Although this is an experience, it's more about killing demons. Life and death are not a joke. If I can save someone once, it's just once. Don't you want to die?"

Hengyuan smiled: "Before I was entrusted by Taoist Duanqing, I thought that Taoist Xuansu had entered the state of "Renqing" Dzogchen, and it was time to indulge in indulgence. Now that I have seen benevolence, kindness and compassion, I know the way of excellence and poverty. Monks are different."

Xuansu said: "It's because Xuansu has something foreign in his heart, and it's hard to let go of dusty thoughts."

Heng Yuan shook his head: "No, it is precisely because Taoist Xuansu has nothing outside his heart that he can be benevolent with one thought, regard all people as everything, divide what can be done or do nothing, even if he is alone in the world of mortals, his heart is quiet and stable .”

Xuan Su asked back: "Then what is Master Hengyuan's way?"

Hengyuan smiled slightly, his voice was very soft, and he paused every word: "Buddha crosses destined people, I cross unfavorable people."

The string of red sandalwood beads in his hand was stained with blood. Even though it had been scrubbed, there were still dark red residues in the indentations and depressions. At this moment, it was lightly moved between the monk's white fingers, as if turning one by one.

Those who are destined can put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, while those who are not destined will suffer endless suffering and unforgivable sins.

Although the Buddha is merciful, there are stubborn people who can't get over it, so he has a vajra face with angry eyes, and kills to stop killing, and cuts karma to judge crimes.

Xuan Su was taken aback.

"When I was getting started, I asked my master three questions. He said that I would only understand if I had to think about it myself. It took me eight years to think about it..." Heng Yuan looked into his eyes, "The one who kills karma and utters nothing Those who can put down the butcher knife and drink and hate the sea of ​​suffering will know that they will turn their heads. I went to hell only to save the suffering. In this way, although the golden body is in Jialan, the Buddha is in the original heart. Buddhists."

Xuan Su hesitated to speak, he couldn't think of what he could say and didn't know what he should say, so he swallowed the words back to his lips.

Heng Yuan laughed and said, "Master Xuan Su thinks this is heresy?"

"The way is different, maybe we don't conspire with each other, but there are different opinions in the world, but there is nothing to blame, so how can we talk about the distinction between right and wrong?" Xuansu said solemnly, "Master Hengyuan's way can only be done by oneself, and no outsider can comment on it. Xuansu hopes that Master will keep his original heart in mind and live up to 'Amitabha Buddha'."

Heng Yuan looked at him, and suddenly felt that this person was very similar to Zhao Bing'e and Xi Buddha, but he didn't look like him at all.

Xuansu has Zhao Bingye's arrogance, but not her paranoid conceit; he has Sekong's kindness and compassion, but he doesn't have his dry meditation.

He is like a green bamboo, which broke out from the ground under the mud shell of winter snow, and was born strong against the wind.

Daoist Dong Dao Duanya left too early, and Hengyuan was lucky enough to see him once or twice. At this time, the already blurred impression gradually became clear, overlapping with Xuansu's figure.

The thorn that was mostly pulled out in his heart finally shattered into pieces, turned into smoke and dust, and flew away when Heng Yuan blinked.

He smiled at Xuan Su: "If one day, the poor monk turns into a karma-killing Shura, please remember the thought of 'doing nothing', and do something, and you must not do it."

Xuan Su raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Pin Dao promised Master, but... I believe that this day will not happen."

After that night, Hengyuan still calmly arranged the marching route, Xuansu still tried his best to retreat from the enemy and save people, Luo Ziting and Xuancheng took care of the middle section, and Hengming led a group of Wuxiang Temple monks to cut off the rear.After a series of bloody battles, every young man who is new to the rivers and lakes gradually understands that no one can stand in front of you forever except the cold iron sword in his own hand.

The glory of the ancestors will eventually turn into rotten soil; the future of the world is still in the hands of one step.

The blood of the children of the rivers and lakes is sometimes really ignited with blood and fire.

"Three miles further is the boundary of 'Qiu Shui Wu'. After passing there, you will enter the gate of Mizong Ridge." Luo Ziting spread out the map while nibbling on the dry food, showing the family demeanor that Patriarch Luo cultivated by giving him advice from childhood. All were fed to the dogs.

"No wonder there have been a lot more attacks these days." Xuan Cheng frowned, and circled a few places with his fingers, "Senior Hua and his party are following the official path, as a backup to rely on, about tomorrow Yinshi arrived here; Mr. Lu and the others led the left army is a waterway raider, they should be faster than us, how come they haven't been seen here?"

Xuansu looked at the map and saw that his eyes were dizzy, but he had not come down the mountain for a long time, and he couldn't see any way in it, so he could only humbly ask Heng Yuan for advice, but he saw a young monk squatting on the ground in a daze, but don't talk about it There is no flower, not even a blade of grass.

etc!Xuan Su got up abruptly, there are weeds all over the place, how come there is no grass growing in that place?

The other people nearby also realized that something was wrong, and they were not in a hurry to disturb the resting people, they only motioned for Luo Ziting to follow Xuan Su to see clearly.

Hengyuan asked Luo Ziting for a silver needle. After inserting it into the soil, he quickly pulled it out. The lower half of the silver needle had turned black, and the tip even showed signs of corrosion and melting!

"Corpse water!" Luo Ziting was born in Huayue Villa. He has seen a lot since he was a child. When he saw it, he picked up a little soil with a stone and got close to it. He smelled a pungent stench.

Xuan Su had heard Ye Fusheng and other colleagues who went out to practice mentioned this kind of miracle that destroys corpses and wiped out traces, but this was the first time he had seen it. He carefully observed this empty space that was barren of grass, it was about one foot square, and there was still some dirt Wet, but it hasn't rained here for days.

In such a place, how many corpses have been turned into water?

His face was a little stiff: "Killing is nothing more than nodding..."

"Although this is the truth, sometimes things are unavoidable." Luo Ziting signaled them to get closer, and then used stones to dig up the surface of the soil, not to mention the bones below, not even the grassroots insects and ants.

He put down the stones and said: "Although the water for transforming corpses is powerful, it can only damage flesh and clothing. There is only one family in the Jianghu who can handle such a situation where no bones remain and no grass grows."

"Who?"

"The Valley of the Underworld in Zhongdu Cave, the Gate of Hundred Ghosts." It was Heng Yuan who spoke, and he looked at the land, "The Gate of Hundred Ghosts and the Palace of Buried Souls have been feuding for a long time. In Mizong Ridge, Miss Qin, the young master of the sect, even accompanied the right army. She brought a large number of subordinates of the Hundred Ghosts Sect. It’s no wonder it’s so effective.”

Xuan Su said: "Are they destroying the corpses and eradicating traces, are they afraid of scaring the snakes?"

Heng Yuan sighed and said, "Are you afraid of hitting the watchdog if you want to go to the people's lair?"

Xuansu: "..."

This monk really doesn't speak like a monk.

Luo Ziting frowned: "Using corpse water like this is more like 'cleaning up' than destroying corpses."

Is there anything that cannot be left on those corpses?And why do you have to use corpse water?

He was still thinking, when Xuan Su got up suddenly.

An abrupt woman's laughter came from the forest.

The laughter was sometimes tactful and charming, and sometimes it sounded like weeping or howling. From the first voice of one person to the voice of thousands of people crying and laughing in unison, it just hovered in the forest and went straight to people's ears. Nor did the wind leak out.

Those with advanced skills immediately stabilized their inner breathing, while those with lesser skills suddenly felt that their qi was disturbed, had headaches and tinnitus, wished they could close their ears to listen, became restless, and even vomited blood.

The laughter could no longer be recognized by several people, only that it was deafening when they howled loudly, and choked and choked when they cried low, stirring up people's inner breath.

Xuan Su's eyes turned cold, and the bronze flute was in his hand at his waist, and it lay across his lips.

He blew a staccato.

The staccato was high-pitched and tight, as if a wild bird was making a startling song. It suddenly inserted when the laughter turned high and low, and interrupted it mercilessly. Immediately after the chanting, Heng Yuan's lips moved, opening and closing neither fast nor slow, Every word happens to match the syllables of the crying and laughing.

Luo Ziting finally regained his composure, he looked at Heng Yuan with suspicious eyes, before the world said that Xi Buddha had no successor, so far Fang Xiao knows that this person has been in hiding for several years.

He collected himself, drew out his long sword, forced himself to calm down, and held his breath to distinguish the direction of the sound.

The sound of flute, scriptures, laughter, crying, multiple noises overlap and separate, it is simply miserable.However, there were so many people on the other side, and Xuan Su and Heng Yuan had long auras, it was hard to tell which was better for a while, they looked at each other with Luo Ziting, and nodded secretly.

The next moment, the scriptures replaced the sound of the flute, and gradually became bigger and bigger, wrestling anxiously with the sound of crying and laughing. Both sides put together internal strength and no one dared to relax first.Seeing beads of sweat looming on Hengyuan's forehead, crying and laughing over there lost his original temper, the sound of the flute that had been silent sounded again, this time it was a staccato, breaking the wind when the scriptures and the crying and laughing merged When it rises, it is as if the sky of the ninety-nine sky is furiously thundering, deafening, splitting the void like a broken mirror of still water, rippling when the water is rippling, and rebounding back!

At the same time, Luo Ziting heard the correct direction, and the long sword in his hand flew out, but there was a soft "pounce", as if someone fell down from a high place, and then everything was silent, and the surroundings fell into a deathly tranquility middle.

"It's a member of the Monster Sect." A middle-aged man held several injured juniors behind him with a horizontal sword, and at the same time warned loudly, "These guys are best at tricking and sneaking attacks, you two should protect each other, and you must not be alone. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the people who had been tempered by repeated killings and tacit understanding had already opened up their battles, and the intent of killing in the forest suddenly filled the air, as if their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Since ancient times, it is better to defend than to attack.

Xuan Su and Heng Yuan looked at each other, the young monk opened his palms, the string connecting the beads broke, and one hundred and eight red sandalwood beads shot out from all directions, some of them even smashed into the trees as thick as the mouth of the bowl Suddenly, several muffled hums came from the dark place, and the smell of blood dissipated with the wind.

At the same time, the Qingfeng of the Wuwei Sword left its sheath. The sword was only about a foot long. When it fell, the wind of the sword seemed to have real substance. In an instant, the tree was broken, and bloodstains appeared on the throat of the thief hiding behind. His eyes were still round when he fell down. open.

This time the blood stained the loess, it was like the prelude to the gunpowder smoke, several black shadows flashed from the front, left, and right in an instant, there were about a hundred people, and the leader was a beautiful woman with a charming figure and revealing clothes, it's a pity Described as embarrassed, a bloodstain slanted across the face, and it was not enough to reduce the color from seven points to three points.

The middle-aged man who reminded them earlier said in a low voice: "Deputy head of the Monster Sect, Di Yourong."

Everyone's hearts trembled, Xuan Su's eyes turned around on the bloodstain, it should have been cut by a sharp weapon not long ago, looking at the wound, it seems that the other party used a spear and halberd to poke the face directly, Di Yourong turned sideways The face was cut open when he couldn't dodge in time, so he explained the depth in a simple way, and a piece of flesh was torn at the forehead of the front.

Di Yourong sighed softly, raised his hand to pin the messy temple hair behind his ears, his eyes were like autumn water reflecting waves, and the bloody scar was like a rouge across the snowy skin, enchanting and pitiful, touching people's hearts.

"All heroes are masculine, so why bother with a woman like me?" She looked over sadly, even though she knew that this person was a demon girl, her mind was still fluttering, and even her breathing seemed fake Really blame disorder.

Hengyuan chanted "Amitabha", the voice was not loud, but it was like a drum at dusk and a bell at dawn, which made people tremble and came back to their senses immediately.

"It's a monk again." He interrupted Di Yourong's "Meiyin", and a sullen look flashed in his eyes.

Xuan Su didn't give her any more chances to confuse the crowd. Seeing that the two sides had already started to fight, the Wuwei Sword turned in his hand, and the person and the sword almost turned into a phantom that was flying like lightning. Lifting Chacha kicked on the hilt of the sword, and at the same time propped his palm on the ground, turned his body over, clamped Xuansu's sword-holding arm with his legs.

The skirt flew up, revealing a large section of smooth and fair skin. Poor Xuan Su, who had never known love since childhood, was wrapped around this warm and fragrant nephrite jade, and immediately closed his eyes.

Di Yourong laughed, eyes turning fierce, one leg twisted around Xuansu's elbow, and the other kicked him hard on the chest, then he let go of the confinement, jumped up with the force of the shock, a cold light froze in his water sleeves , the poisoned dagger turned into a cold light and wiped Xuansu's throat.

"Ding——" the dagger hit the Wuwei sword impartially, Xuansu's eyes were not opened, but his left hand pinched the pulse gate on Di Yourong's right wrist accurately, and at the same time Heng Yuan approached him with a light punch that landed on Xuansu's body. plain back.

A combination of rigidity and softness passed through Xuansu's body to Di Yourong, the former was normal, but the latter's face turned pale immediately, his body was shaken away and hit the big tree, his face was like gold paper when he raised his head, He opened his mouth and vomited a pool of blood.

"Buddha Boxing Sutra" is the famous martial art of Xifo. Although it is the most rigid and yang martial arts, the moves pay great attention to the combination of strength and softness. Hengyuan has been taught by it for eight years, and the essentials have already been memorized. Trapped in eccentricity, it is still impossible to see through.

Until now, the eight-year heart prison has been shattered, and the past and the past will all return to the loess.

He finally found his way.

Di Yourong was caught off guard by this punch. If she hadn't used her inner strength to protect her lungs in time, she might have been shocked by this punch. She was originally injured, but now she was injured again and again. The battle did not gain the upper hand, so he whistled on his fingers immediately, telling his confidants not to love the fight, and to leave quickly.

At this moment, the sound of the bowstring suddenly sounded, Xuansu's hearing was excellent, the footwork that was about to catch up was stunned, he turned around and held the sword and fell back in front of the Baidao people, shouting: "Get down!"

Everyone did not doubt that there was him, and those who reacted slowly were pressed hard by the people around them. Almost at the next moment, several arrows flew out from behind the way Di Yourong and the others had come before. , The angle is strange, the speed is strong, several disciples of the sprites just flew up, and they became the targets of their own dead ends, especially when they shot arrows in such a large area, they did not accidentally hurt the area where the Baidao people were. The timing was accurate and the position was calculated The essence of it shows the high calculation of the orderer.

Di Yourong narrowly escaped the rain of arrows by relying on his lightness, and when he entered the forest and hadn't stood still, his face changed, and his water sleeves swept away the oncoming weapons, but although the manpower was insufficient, he responded extremely quickly , the body turned along the trend, but the weapon returned from Wu Shasu's armpit after the backhand. This time, he used [-]% of his strength, piercing the bone and piercing the flesh!

The blood-stained cold iron spear tip pierced Di Yourong's abdomen and exited from her waist. She still refused to give up despite the severe pain. Unexpectedly, he didn't blink his eyes, but his face turned cold, and he added two points of energy to himself.

A stone pierced through the air, and when there was no time to send, it deflected the dagger. At the same time, the spear followed the owner's footsteps and lifted Di Yourong up, like a human-like battle flag.

Qin Lanshang wiped the blood splattered on her face, and smiled at Xuan Su and the others like a strange cat, but the smile was fleeting, and she swept away the remaining evils of the sprites in the arena, The surviving youthful voice was as cold as gold: "No one will be left except us, Waiting for Pao Ze!"