The devil is me

Xuan Min's heart was beating like a drum, and when he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow circling into an alley, this shadow traveled extremely fast, neither made him follow too closely nor lost him.

After turning seven or eight times from the small path, I arrived at an ordinary family, but this family was the only one in a remote place.The front faces north, and the sun cannot be seen. There is no sign in front of the door, and there is no Pixiu town house, except for a yellow and bent persimmon tree, there is nothing else.

The door of the house was quietly closed, and the silence was like an abyss.

Xi Buwen felt perplexed, uneasy for no reason.He faintly felt that behind this door was the truth that he and Wu Nian were looking for back then.

Xuan Min slowly pushed open the scarlet door.

What came into view was the scattered scarlet blood stains, a torn corpse with a blurred face, and an ugly ghoul drooling.

This scene makes people think that what they are in is not the world, but the eighteen levels of hell.

Amid the bloody smell, Xuan Min's blood began to surge up, and his eyes were about to burst, because Xi Buwen saw that beside the corpse was the Lanqin that had been smashed and its strings were broken.It seems to record the inhuman pain and torture its owner endured before death.

The ghoul heard the sound of the door opening and looked over from a distance.

With those cloudy yellow eyes, Xuan Min recognized that this was the male ghoul that he and Bian Lanshan let go many years ago out of compassion.

He is familiar with this feeling, the fear and despair stared at by these eyes, he will never admit it.

Xuan Min roared like a desperate beast, the Buddhist pestle flew out with all the spiritual power in his body, and hit the wight on the head fiercely.The top of its head collapsed in half immediately, and a stream of black blood spurted out, but the ghoul was neither dead nor alive, nor felt pain, and still looked at him so coldly.

This calmness was too abnormal, Xi Buwen was worried that the ghoul would explode, but it suddenly turned around and fled like an arrow from the low wall of the back door!

Xuan Min wished to fight to the death with the ghoul, and vowed to take revenge, but unexpectedly, the ghoul did not intend to deal with it, and suddenly lost his strength, and suddenly fell down beside the broken Lanqin, his hands clenched tightly. The sugar figurine's bamboo stick pierced into his palm at some point until it was dripping with blood, and he cried bitterly...

Xi Buwen felt sad.The momentary compassion at the beginning ended up like this, and it was Xuan Min's suggestion at the time, but now his madness is half of losing his beloved, and half of heart-piercing regret.

For eternity, life after life, he couldn't forgive himself, so he could only suffer in this regret, and be trapped in this besieged city forever.

Xi Buwen couldn't bear to see him again, and was about to recite the mantra for returning the spirit body, when suddenly the gate of the courtyard opened, and a visitor, Wu Guanjia, dressed in white clothes with red gold cloud patterns embroidered on it, turned out to be from the Xue family of the Wu family.

Xi Buwen saw that the leader looked familiar, and looked carefully, it was actually Xue Rongyu.

Xue Rongyu, with no special characters, was still the head of the Xue family at that time.When he was the head of the family, he was quite courageous, so that period was also the most prosperous period for the Xue family.The land is the most extensive, the people who are convinced are numerous, and the disciples are also the most extensive. All the Liuhe in the four seas are proud to join Xuemen.

Later, after the battle of Tianyuan, Xue Rong and his vitality were seriously injured, so he no longer performed the position of Patriarch, and rarely appeared in front of others. It was rumored that he was sick all day long, but based on his previous achievements, the younger generation always respectfully called him Lord Lingze.The current head of the Xue family, Xue Yu, whose alias is Bishan, is his younger brother.

Xue Rongyu seemed to be passing by for a rest, but he unexpectedly saw such a tragic scene when he opened the door.He immediately raised his sword to defend himself, and asked Xuan Min: "Who are you, doing evil here?"

Xuan Min was in grief at this moment, thoughtless and unconscious, lost all five senses, did not hear or answer, but his face was ferocious, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, red as if overflowing with blood, which made all the disciples of the Xue family suspect that he was a cultivator Bewitched by the demon, he immediately set up a sword array and pressed Xuan Min under the sword.

Xue Rong and then approached, and found that the Lanqin on the ground was after all named on the weapon manual, and he immediately shouted: "The one who died here is Cultivator Bian!"

His seat had a good relationship with Bian Lanshan, and his eyes immediately turned red: "Bian Lanshan is the one who died?"

Hearing this name, Xuan Min became mad immediately, struggling to fight against the sword formation, and wailing: "You lied to me! She's not dead! She's not dead!!"

Where could Xue Rong allow him to be so reckless, he pinched his two fingers and recited a formula, and the Wuji sword pierced his shoulder blade immediately.

Xuan Min's qi and blood flowed backwards, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

Xi Buwen was afraid that Xuan Min would die under Wuji's sword.After all, Xue Rongyu is a monk who has practiced for seven more years. In addition, the Wuji Sword ranks third in the weapon list, and the sword is so fast that there is no trace. How can Xuan Min be his opponent.

Xi Buwen scratched his ears and cheeks, not knowing how to rescue him, when suddenly his spiritual consciousness seemed to be kicked by someone, and he immediately lost his mind and didn't know what time it was.Xi Buwen didn't open his eyes until Wu Nian's clear voice hit his ears.

"Xi Buwen!" Wu Nian shouted again.

Xi Buwen frowned, his expression was in a daze, and it took him a long time to say: "My words, it sounds really nice when you call them out."

Wu Nian just thought that he was very concerned about what was good or bad, but he was quite speechless when he heard such a scoundrel's words, so he took Xi Buwen out of his arms and leaned against the tree, pulling out his hand and never wanting to touch him again up.

"Hey, it's said that this monk cut off three thousand threads of troubles. It's really cold. I kindly went to seek the truth for him, and left me alone after using it. Tsk tsk tsk." Xi Buwen leaned against the tree and still had some headaches , closing his eyes and pretending to sigh.

Suddenly felt a little cold on the lips, opened his eyes and saw that Wu Nian couldn't let go, scooped up water with leaves to feed him.

Xi Buwen raised the corners of his mouth and smiled heartily, licked his dry lips and took a big sip, and said with a cheeky face, "My brother is still caring."

Wu Nian ignored him and asked: "My senior brother, how is it?"

Xi Buwen knew what he wanted to ask, it was related to the reputation of the teacher for many years, and he should be accounted for his impatience, so he stopped teasing him, and just replied: "It is true that Brother Bian was not killed by him, but by the ghost. "

Xi Buwen told what he saw and heard one by one, causing Wu Nian to sigh endlessly: "It is said that Brother Xuanmin killed Brother Bian, although in our opinion, this is a great injustice, but Brother Xuanmin himself As far as he is concerned, he may also feel that Brother Bian's death is related to him, and he is unwilling to clarify."

"This emotion moves the world, but it's a pity that there is no good result." Xi Buwen curled his lips, "It can be seen that for these things, the method of probation will not work."

Wu Nian remained silent, even though he didn't quite agree in his heart, he didn't want to argue at this time.

The moon is hidden in the sky, the dawn is approaching, and the sky is already bright.Xi Buwen put the jade pendant that he had taken off before close to his body, smoothed the letter from Xuan Min and put it back into his lapel.At this moment, a whole body of transparent lark hovered and landed on his arm. This lark was delicate and cute, with the feathers on its head curled up, very lively.

Generally, the purer and more abundant the spiritual power of a practitioner, the more delicate and flexible the spiritual pet formed will be.Xi Buwen understood, and smiled at Wu Nian, half explaining half sighing: "My brother is here."

Sure enough, within three quarters, a swordsman dressed in a red sandalwood outfit stepped down with his sword, full of pure spiritual power, he must be from a famous orthodox Taoist family.

"Don't ask! Where did you go, you've caused a lot of trouble for me to find!" As soon as Xi Yangzhou's feet touched the ground, he rushed over to Xi Buwen and raised his ear.

"Ahem." Xi Buwen bared his teeth and frantically looked at Wu Nian, begging Xi Yangzhou to save himself some face in front of outsiders.

Only then did Xi Yangzhou let go of his hand, and bowed to Wu Nian: "You're taking the liberty, Mrs. Xi made a decision, and the name is Yang Zhou."

Xi Yangzhou was tall and tall, and his black hair was tied with a red hair rope just like Xi Buwen. His brows were sword-like, his eyes were deep-set, and there was a long and thin scar on his forehead, but he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully. It doesn't affect his dignified face, which is quite different from Xi Buwen's rambunctious look with red lips and white teeth.Such two people are brothers, Wu Nian is amazed.

"Wu Nian, the seat of Jialan Temple." Wu Nian also reported the dharma name and bowed.

Xi Yangzhou didn't seem to have any prejudice against his younger brother's association with Buddhist cultivators, but asked anxiously, "What happened to Xue Xun's death?"