The night wind was blowing and the bright moon was high, enough to imagine that this was another quiet and bright night.
However, a fierce-looking monk in official uniform stood in front of the empty alley, which made the scenery less elegant and more abrupt.
In the blind spot where Monk Yankong couldn't take care of both, a strange and bizarre shadow suddenly appeared, flowing through the stone path like black water, and got into the shadow of a courtyard wall.
The shadow appeared silently, calmly and indifferently. It was as twisty as a sparse branch emerging from the courtyard wall, as wild as the reeds growing on the side of the building, and as handsome as a carefully cared for plum blossom. It changed rapidly in an instant. It is difficult to describe, and the target of the attack is directed at the wandering monk Yankong.
At this time, the expression on Monk Yankong's face also fell into an obvious abnormality.
In his eyes, which were as angry as copper bells, there was a thin black air floating around, surging around the pupils, like a roaring, rolling black dragon in the sea of ink, taking away this murderer without any calculation. All the glory.
A burst of dust flew around, and strange shadows swayed in the wind, just like a light wisp.
This shaking is like the spring sprouts on the branches being shaken by the leaping yellow birds. When the branches take off their wings, some indescribable buds fall to the ground, twisting and turning in the wind and refusing to give up, until they are given over to a channel of gurgling water.
At that time, the water wave had not yet risen, and Monk Yankong's body was hit with a sudden blow. The official was repaired by a strong wind, with no retreat, and the scars had already appeared with the sound of cracking silk...
That murderous intention that was hidden to the extreme was like a sharp blade that had been turned into a hairpin, finally blooming with its due brilliance when it was unsheathed!
Monk Yankong was suddenly assassinated. The black energy in his eyes was still lingering. His body bent forward involuntarily, and his face was about to come into close contact with the bluestone pavement. However, his hands hidden in the sleeves of his broad robe suddenly leaned forward. body, letting out bursts of strange roars.
The weird and strange shadow was still looming in the corner of the wall, and its posture was difficult to describe at first glance. The moment Monk Yankong stood up, he had already captured the enemy's position. The copper fist and iron palm no longer concealed it, and attacked the opponent like a sudden storm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There were several loud noises in succession, and Monk Yankong's face was dull. His fist hit the wall without fear of pain, shaking off the powdery lime on the surface of the wall, revealing the extremely solid blue stone underneath.
The strange shadow began to be erratic, looking forward and then behind, dodging around uneasily. Finally, during Monk Yankong's quick attack without leaving any gaps, he was forced to a position where he could not hide, and was illuminated by an alleyway. The shadow of the incoming candle flashed past, revealing a face with upside-down features and distorted features, which was definitely not like a stranger!
Monk Yankong suddenly stopped, and slowly stood up from a low posture that looked like a long dragon lurking in the river. As he got taller, his whole body made a trembling and tooth-aching sound, just like this iron tower-like monk who had broken the precepts. , is experiencing the pain of rebirth.
"The rat finally showed up. I have been waiting for you for a long time..."
Monk Yankong's eyes suddenly blinked, and the black energy wandering outside his pupils disappeared like an illusion, leaving only a pair of murderous, cold eyes.
The figure of the Ghost-Faced Man is also extremely bizarre. It seems that he is changing the shape of his body by shrinking his bones and moving his acupoints. He is leaning against the corner and is dim and hard to distinguish. It is just as terrifying as his inverted facial features.
"You have tried so hard to find me, but how can I, the White Lotus Sect, be polite but kind?"
The male-female voice sounded slowly, and the ghost-faced man remained calm in his words, greeting the enemy in front of him without emotion.
Monk Yankong laughed suddenly, and the sound made the branches on both sides tremble.
"As expected, it's the White Lotus Demon Party! As expected, if I don't hurt you, you won't come out obediently! I just acted on a whim tonight to scare the snakes, and I didn't expect to catch big fish one after another!"
The ghost-faced man slowly raised his head, his distorted face expression incomprehensible.
"I am the Hongyang leader of the White Lotus Sect. I dare to meet you today, not because I want to fight to the death."
The cold wind surged in the empty alley, filled with the smell of distrust.
"Hmph, could it be that you are here to be captured without mercy?"
Monk Yankong sneered, "Do you think I will believe your lies?"
The Ghost-Faced Man was also rude.
"It's okay if you don't believe me, but there's no reason for me to take risks just to make this joke with you!"
The voice of the male and female Mo Mo was very stiff, and he said decisively, "It is true that you and I are incompatible in Fuzhou City, but what if I came to tell you the whereabouts of that bead?"
Monk Yankong's expression suddenly stiffened, and he thrust out his fists and fingers from both sleeves. His Vajra Prajna Palm and Powerful Vajra Finger no longer stayed behind. He took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and suddenly attacked, rushing in front of the opponent in a breath.
The ghost-faced man twisted on the spot, jumped up out of thin air inconceivably, and froze on the courtyard wall for a few breaths before turning sideways again and standing on the high wall with one leg.
Monk Yankong was not polite. He chased after him with a little kick and stepped on the top of the narrow high wall. However, the ghost-faced man didn't care about striking half way across. He concentrated all his strength with his single fist, and as fast as lightning, he clashed with Monk Yankong's sudden response to the Vajra Prajna Palm, and they were locked in a stalemate.
Although Monk Yankong's internal energy cultivation is astonishing, reaching a level that even Jiang Wen would be afraid of, the internal energy contained in the Ghost-faced Man is also unyielding, and the internal energy movement often violates common sense, which makes Monk Yankong extremely proud of his wrestling such as Trapped in a quagmire.
Both of them failed to take advantage, so they withdrew their punches on one leg and then struck out again. They fought like lightning, making crackling sounds in the air. The ghost-faced man relied on his bizarre martial arts to sometimes be light and sometimes solid. , leaving both sides to give up again in vain.
"The rat martial arts are not weak."
Monk Yankong nodded slightly, "Looking at you hiding your head and hiding your tail, I thought you had something to hide."
The ghost-faced man's figure sways like a weak willow holding the wind, but every movement sticks to the central axis, seemingly chaotic but not bumpy.
"Your Excellency should be able to let down your guard now and listen to what I have to say, right?"
The ghost-faced man said without feeling dissatisfied, "Today's Fuzhou City is in a treacherous state. In my view, we are neither enemies nor friends, and there is no need to fight to the death. I can tell you what we want, or we can What do you think about telling you the clues to the Mani Orb in exchange for a chance to strike?"
Hearing the words "Mani Baozhu", Monk Yankong's eyes showed unstoppable murderous intent, as if he would take action in the next second and kill the person bargaining in front of him.
But when the cold wind in the alley subsided, Monk Yankong's tight skin still managed to squeeze out a smile.
"Interesting, I haven't encountered such an interesting thing in a long time."
This is not a matter of negotiation, but also a matter of trust. People who haunt the dark woods are destined to be both hunters and prey. Those who are as fragile as tissue paper can also be life, in addition to trust.
Therefore, Monk Yankong was very curious about why the other party was so determined. What he said was not only convincing, but also made him agree to give up and make peace.
The murderous intent on both sides receded like the tide, leaving only the naked stakes.
"We, the White Lotus Sect, came to Fuzhou for the wordless book in Netherworld Alley."
The male-female voice of the ghost-faced man said bluntly, "That book was written by the former Song Dynasty Governor Skull. He was able to communicate with the underworld after a long death and returned to the sun. He wrote it with the original written words without words to communicate with the ghosts. The above It is ever-changing and all-encompassing, and contains the long-lost classics of our religion..."
Monk Yankong narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.
"So you want to say that what you are looking for is the Wordless Heavenly Book, not the Mani Orb that I am looking for?"
The implication of his words is self-evident. This statement is completely baseless. Monk Yankong will never believe that there is such an unheard-of "wordless book".
The ghost-faced man said calmly, "Your Excellency, you don't believe it? Then do you know that the house next to you is located between Ta Xiang and Ji Bi Xiang, and it contains the former study hall of Zheng Xingzhi, a master of the Southern Song Dynasty."
""Nancun Stops Farming Record" contains: "Xingzhi is known to kill indiscriminately for personal grudges. There is a corpse lying under the Qingfeng Hall where he lives. When it is dark, it appears and cannot be removed." This story is far-fetched. The shadow of the corpse is indeed real, but in fact it is just the scales and claws in the wordless book..."
"Zheng Xingzhi once lived in this shabby alley when he was poor. He dug up a broken stele left by the Skull Governor. He gradually became able to understand ghosts and gods and understand subtle things. When he was practicing reading the obituary, he painted with clear water on the ground, which turned into this shadowy place. When it gets dark, it appears, the shadow of a corpse that cannot be washed away."
Monk Yankong laughed.
"No matter how distorted the character shadow is, how can it turn into a corpse shadow? Your explanation is too far-fetched. Even if there is an occasional supernatural being, what can it mean?"
The ghost-faced man said calmly: "The death text is enough to refine Qiu into an immortal. Naturally, it cannot be measured in ordinary words. If you still don't believe it, there is also a record in the Jiajing period of the previous dynasty. The commander of the Jinyi Guards at that time came to search. From Netherworld Alley Two strange pictures were found, which are scriptures written by Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang when he was one hundred and twenty years old. They were later presented to the Imperial Palace as 'Zhang Sanfeng's Blood Sutra'. This matter is known to the whole world..."
"The contents of the two blood-written scriptures were also written by Zhang Sanfeng, who had a profound knowledge of the underworld and the underworld. It is said that he has deciphered the secrets of life, death, underworld, and immortality. You should believe this, right? "
Monk Yankong's expression slowly became serious.
The people who know you best in this world are not your friends, but your enemies.
Wudang has been the only constant enemy of the Shaolin Sect for thousands of years. Monk Yankong, who once lived in the Shaolin Temple, naturally knows the deeds of this land immortal very well, whether it is his debauched and crazy behavior in his early years or the obscure rumors of his death in his later years. .
Writing sutras by pricking blood is a common practice in Buddhism. It is recorded in "Samantabhadra Practice and Vows" that when the Buddha was practicing in Yindhi, he peeled skin into paper, pricked blood into ink, and analyzed bones into pen to write sutras. The accumulation is like Sumeru. It is said that the Blood Meridian can not only magnify vows, but also manifest the secret and undeclared meaning of the key points of the true scripture.
The contents of Zhang Sanfeng's Blood Classic have never been circulated to the world, but the notes of scholars in the Ming Dynasty once wrote that after Emperor Jiajing read the Blood Classic, he sat down on the ground in a cold sweat and exclaimed that immortality was a vain wish.
"It's useless to talk too much. No matter how much you explain, it's better to tell me the whereabouts of the Mani Orb."
Monk Yankong said straight to the point, as if he had some plan in mind.
The ghost-faced man struggled to form an expression on his strange face, constantly changing into various weird angles, and stretched out a finger to say.
"Since ancient times, scriptures should not be passed down lightly, nor should they be taken in vain. The Buddha said that a monk who goes down the mountain to preach the scriptures and only asks for three buckets and three liters of rice and gold is selling it at a low price. Now I have a condition."
Monk Yankong frowned angrily, but he showed even more confidence, "Who can tell me?"
"I want your Excellency to release someone."
The ghost-faced man said in an indistinguishable voice of male and female, "That man is now being held in the holding center of Fuzhou Prefecture, in a prison that never sees the light of day..."
Monk Yankong's eyes once again burst into light.
"The person you want to release is too dangerous, and I will never agree to it!"
Monk Yankong thought of the young man with unfathomable martial arts, and felt that he was planning something ulterior. Once he heard what he said and returned to the mountain, he might fall into a trap.
The ghost-faced man's voice gradually became colder.
"This leader has come thousands of miles away, and he will also go and get the Wordless Book himself. Is this something that is too difficult for others to release?!"
Monk Yankong flicked the rosary beads that were heavy on his chest, and his expression gradually became indifferent: "If you want to negotiate terms with me, you must first tell me the whereabouts of the Mani Orb!"
In the deep alley, the biting cold current whizzed past once again, and along with the silence between the two of them, there was the clanging sound of thousands of troops coming from the sky to kill.
"I, the Hongyang Sect, happen to know a little bit about the origin of the Mani Orb."
After a long stalemate, the ghost-faced man finally spoke slowly.
"That was a treasure brought by Master Hulu, the leader of the Twelve Mujus, whom I taught during the Huichang Dharma crisis in the Tang Dynasty. The place where this treasure is located is neither cold nor hot. If a person has heat, wind, Cold diseases or leprosy, sores, malignant swelling, etc., if beads are applied to the person's body, the disease will be cured, and the turbid water will be clarified and the color of the water will be changed."
"Later, Master Hulu saw that the city of Fuzhou was in danger, so he buried the Mani Orb at the foot of Jiuxian Mountain and anchored a netherworld spring under the city to prevent the city from sinking into the dark spring with no light from the sun and moon and filled with yellow sand. place."
"This treasure was hidden underground for a long time. Later, due to the circulation of the treasure's light, it was learned by Wang Shenzhi, the king of Fujian in the first year of Tang Tianyou. He then ordered the construction of the seven-story and eight-cornered Bao En Ding Guang Duo Pagoda to re-establish the flow of the underground Yin Spring."
"Later on, the King of Fujian's hegemony was filled with gold dust, and the fish and dragons became indistinguishable overnight, and the Mani orb disappeared in the troubled times. Only the Huang family in Fuzhou City had some clues, and the search continued for generations..."
At the critical point, the story of the Ghost-Faced Man came to an abrupt end. All the clues were consistent with what Monk Yankong knew, but none of them was beyond his expectation. Interestingly, this information was not enough as a price for the transaction. , but it is more than enough as evidence to win people's trust.
Huang family, Shibei, Huihuang, Fuzhou.
These seemingly unrelated things are actually inextricably linked. Monk Yankong smelled the probing meaning in the other party's words, but he also deliberately guarded the boundaries of the message.
"All the clues about the Huang family have now fallen into my hands. Even if you don't tell me, I will always find a way to find the answer."
Monk Yankong replied proudly.
The clothes of the ghost-faced man were flying, and his posture behind the voice, which could not distinguish between male and female, was extremely strange.
"It makes sense for our leader to come here. Huang Dun, the founder of the Huang family who followed Wang Shenzhi to Fujian, gave birth to six sons. Later, there were ups and downs. He once moved to Yongtai Longjing because he married the Yongyang Ke family, and then appointed the Lin family. Finally, he moved back to Fuzhou Yixu and became the current Huang family of Yixu."
"With so many changes, the clues they passed down orally have long been incomplete. It is impossible to find the Mani Orb by relying on the ancient monument alone. Coincidentally, one of the descendants of the Huang family has A descendant of a concubine with outstanding talents has served as the Protector of Hongyang in our religion."
The ghost-faced man's words were extremely sincere, because he knew that the other party could not refuse this reason. Everything was consistent with the clues he had, and he had enough evidence to prove that the Mani Orb was closest to him.
When no one succeeds, proving that you have been closest to success is the best choice.
"The Protector Huang you mentioned died in Netherworld Alley."
Monk Yankong spoke stiffly, not wanting to show any wavering.
But the Ghostfaced Man has seen through everything.
"Hufa Huang died, but what he discovered has been passed down. There is another thing I want to tell you. Huang Hufa not only told the Hongyang Holy Child in the sect about the clues to the Mani Orb, but he also seemed to have told the Geng family about it. Seek some kind of help - you may not have as much time as you think..."
Monk Yankong glared angrily and accidentally stomped on the wall tiles under his feet.
"Are you threatening me!?"
Soon after, the murderous intent in Monk Yankong's eyes could no longer be concealed. He stood on the wall and fired another cold arrow. He leaned forward and leaned forward, using all his strength to launch an attack.
The ghost-faced man floated backwards calmly, and the turning posture in the air was stiff and strange, but he was able to avoid the collision of Monk Yankong.
Seeing that the distance was getting farther and farther, Monk Yankong waved his robe sleeves like the wind, and the fists in his sleeves struck out again, extremely concealed, and went straight to the face of the ghost-faced man. The strong wind had already pressed against the terrifying and weird upside-down mask.
"Pretend to be a ghost! Show me your true colors!"
The Qiankun in the sleeve has been used many times, and the ghost-faced man has been prepared for it. Naturally, he dodges erratically again. At the same time, he raises his palm like a knife and quickly displays confusing, bizarre and weird martial arts methods. He wants to fight with Yankong again. Had a fight.
But this time, monk Yankong's angry face showed a hint of cunning, and the sleeves of his robe suddenly seemed to be blown up by a blower, making them as straight and indestructible as copper and iron.
"You've been fooled! Look at my flowing clouds and flying sleeves!"
The sweeping sleeves of the robe brought up gusts of evil wind, and passed in front of the ghost-faced man in a sway, cutting off some of the threads as thin as a hair that tied around his body, making a snapping sound.
And in the next move, Liuyun Feixiu passed by the face of the ghost-faced man, breaking a human skin mask that clung to his face, revealing the appearance under the mask.
"The rat acted recklessly, and finally I caught the flaw! Although you know the secrets of Buddhism and Taoism well, you have repeatedly hinted that my enemy is in the Geng family, trying to induce me to continue investigating. I think you are not the White Lotus Sect at all!"
Monk Yankong was overjoyed and looked intently, only to see that under the mask of the Ghost-faced Man with upside-down facial features, there was actually a terrifying face with twisted blood vessels and muscles, flexed muscles, and even the hair on the facial features could not be seen, extending all the way to the neck. , they are all such horrible gizzard-like wing flesh!
Even though Monk Yankong had an iron mind, he was frightened by this for a moment.
The ghost-faced man took advantage of this opportunity and suddenly jumped up, using light skills to fly across the roof beams under the moon. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared, leaving only a long-lasting echo of the strange sound of male and female -
"Mani Orb...
"It's right here at Fuwei Escort Agency!"
