As the bloody man who suddenly attacked was knocked to the ground, Jiang Wen was a step too late to catch up with the King of Miaobao who was attacking from the left. At this time, he showed great interest in his natural moves, but the one who was murmuring just now The bloody man was obviously more suspicious, so after muttering, he chose to touch into the grass first.
"I didn't expect that the Dharma King's kung fu was not weak, but Jiang was mistaken."
Dharma King Miaobao, who was wearing luxurious monk robes, walked without hesitation into the thorn bushes and followed the movement. He explained to Jiang Wen: "Donor Jiang Liu'er, this young monk doesn't know anything about martial arts. There are some things in Buddhism. There are countless magical powers, all of which are the mysteries of Buddhism.”
The blood spilled on the ground was clearly visible. It didn't take much effort for the two of them to find the bloody gourd collapsed in the grass. This man's appearance was so blurry that it was difficult to identify him, and he kept shouting "crazy, crazy, crazy!" as if he had been frightened out of his mind by some incident. He had just been hit by the surging power of Dharma King Miaobao. He was already on his deathbed.
"It seems that this person is already dead. God has good intentions, so let's save him first."
Jiang Wen pushed with the palm of his hand, first passing through the little remaining true energy, and pushing the Nine Yin Manual's healing method into the sea of Qi along the Ren channel to prevent this living person, who is considered precious in Jizu Shanyin, from dying suddenly in this place. Under internal injuries.
Seeing that the man's breathing was gradually becoming more steady, Jiang Wencai smiled slightly. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Dharma King Miaobao shouting the Buddha's name solemnly to express his sins. His current panic was completely different from his previous decisiveness, and he was filled with confusion.
Elder Qingzhu was just shocked and was not seriously injured. Young monk Pinzhao had also rushed back and stood guard around the old monk, paying attention to all the disturbances. After a while, a figure came out of the grass softly. Pinzhao and the others saw that it was Jiang Wen who came back. , and finally took a breath with difficulty.
"Huh? This man was so seriously injured, how can he still breathe?"
Pinzhao said cruel words with a serious face, but it was indeed a strange thing for a bloody man to still struggle to breathe.
Even though there was Jiang Wendu's healing energy in his meridians, he was now covered in bruises and bleeding spots, and his body was covered in unstoppable dripping blood. He looked as if he would die and be reincarnated in the next moment.
Dharma King Miaobao came back carrying the bloody man out of guilt. The monk's clothes were also stained with blood, but his expression slowly returned to a calm and calm face, as if the sky fell and it was just a breeze blowing, not stained with gold. body.
"Little Master, this benefactor's deeds may seem tragic, but in fact they are not in serious danger."
Jiang Wen slowly explained, "His Majesty also reserved some force in his attack, aiming to shake the person away rather than injure the enemy. Otherwise, even if he received the palm with his body intact, he might not be able to survive."
Hearing this, the Dharma King Miao Bao cast an admiring look, as if he was very grateful to Jiang Wen for explaining the explanation, and Jiang Wen knew better about the secrets of Dharma King Miao Bao.
As long as you have practiced martial arts in the world, you will inevitably leave traces. The bones of your fists and feet are thick, your steps are regular when you practice swords and spears, your eyes are dazzling when you are good at bows and crossbows, and you know how to nourish qi and breathe long. However, Jiang Wen had observed the walking, sitting and lying of Dharma King Miaobao at close range. , except for the physical strength that comes from walking on the snowy plateau, there is no trace of martial arts practice at all, and he looks like a carefree Kangzang man.
It can be said that unless, like Jiang Wen himself, he relied on external objects to improve his martial arts to an incredible level, it is impossible for others to leave traces. Logically speaking, the Dharma King Miaobao should not have such exquisite and natural fist and palm skills. Could it be that the rumored "Dai Go Initiation" in Tibet can also be used in martial arts?
Needless to say, Jiang Wen would definitely trick him out of this secret method, and then pack up his own skills and throw them to the little stones, so that the disciple would not have to use the experiential method to learn the method all day long, and torture himself, the master, day and night.
But soon, Jiang Wen put this bizarre thought behind him, because he remembered another similar martial arts, which could actually not reveal his martial arts foundation.
Back in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Nimo Xing, a master from India, was proficient in a powerful Buddhist martial art called "Shakyamuni Elephant Throwing Kung Fu" from the Buddhist scriptures.
There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: When Sakyamuni was the prince, he was out of the city one day. An elephant blocked the way. The prince carried the elephant by its feet and threw it high into the sky. Three days later, the elephant fell to the ground and hit the ground to form a deep ditch. This is called throwing. Elephant ditch. This book is just a fable, describing the incredible Buddhist dharma, but Tianzhu’s method of practicing yoga of three rounds and seven meridians is also very miraculous. Some martial arts scholars have developed an external skill that allows people to exercise from light to heavy, and gradually become able to throw objects with great force. Named after this.
For example, Nimoxing's martial arts skills are extensive but not specialized. However, Jiang Wen saw with his own eyes that he could hold a huge stone and compete with Jinlun Dharma King who had mastered the "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" and possessed the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. In terms of strength, King Jinlun was at a loss.
Jiang Wen himself said that he originally looked down on this kind of hard-working Kung Fu in the gym, which was definitely not as good as his own loose and vigorous shaking. But now it seems that the secret lineage of the Miaobao Dharma King started from Master Padmasambhava entering Tibet. , having a deep connection with Tianzhu, he probably also unknowingly understood similar martial arts from yoga.
"Donor Jiang Liu'er, why do you keep looking at the young monk?"
Dharma King Miaobao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Jiang Wen, and he quickly asked, thinking that he had done something wrong again, but Jiang Wen just coughed twice and turned his attention back to the bloody gourd lying on the ground.
"It's okay. I always feel that his figure looks familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere..."
As Jiang Wen spoke, he used the water he brought with him to stir his face, slowly removing the bloody hair from his face. After doing this, a face full of fear and pain soon appeared, and all three people except Elder Qingzhu fell into some kind of deep contemplation.
"It does look familiar. I should have seen it somewhere." Pinzhao nodded in agreement.
In the end, it was Dharma King Miaobao who recognized the other person after familiarity: "If the young monk is correct, this person should be from Prince Pingxi's palace - he usually walks around with a sword in the Sidan Temple, so he has some impressions..."
Speaking of "walking with a sword", did Jiang Wen and Pinzhao suddenly realize that the bloody guy in front of him was clearly the junior brother of the "Eight Immortal Swordsman" Xu Chongzhen. He always followed his senior brother inseparably. He also once walked at the foot of Jizu Mountain and Fengwei. He had fought with Jiang Wen outside the village, so Jiang Wen was more familiar with his figure.
"I remembered, his name seems to be Xu Yingfeng..."
Jiang Wen had already secretly inquired about the details of the people in the Pingxi Palace. At this moment, the integration came to mind. He quickly squatted down to check the details, treating the opponent from a usable prop to an important clue to solve the puzzle.
Jiang Wen used the medical skills he had learned over a long period of illness to search for a while, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly tore off all the clothes on the bloody man's back, revealing a horrific scene of bloody flesh and blood.
"The injuries on his body did not touch any vital points, and the action of rushing towards Elder Qingzhu was quite agile. Jiang felt strange just now...see here for yourselves..."
The bloody man's back and body are covered with large and small, pitted bite wounds. The bite wounds extend to the subcutaneous fat tissue, but the blood can solidify after flowing out, so there is no shock like arterial bleeding, but no matter After all, the pain of having flesh bitten off piece by piece is enough to make one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.
"Such a wound does not look like it was caused by a sword or bayonet...the flesh and blood can be torn so messily, it is more like being bitten by sharp teeth and then jumping up and down, penetrating the skin of the limbs in the process...but the perpetrator is neither Killing the enemy is not like a wild beast that bites people for meat, it is like a sucker, just trying to suck out the flesh and blood!"
Jiang Wen transformed into a forensic doctor and conducted an examination, and gradually revealed some shocking evidence, "It's weird, what kind of monster is there in the Jizu Mountain Yin!"
Tibetan medical skills also have wonderful features. His Majesty Miaobao solemnly stepped forward to massage and perform Qigong exercises in an attempt to wake Xu Yingfeng out of coma. However, no matter how he tried, the other party was left with only a breath of turbid air and it was still difficult to regain consciousness.
Jiang Wen sighed and persuaded: "It's no longer possible. He lost too much blood and can only rely on himself to recover. Fortunately, Abbot Hongbian asked me to bring the golden sore medicine before leaving. Otherwise, he would be doomed to die here just because of the suppuration and infection of the wound." In a dense forest.”
Pinzhao looked a little disappointed: "What should we do? The clues we finally found have just been cut off. I don't know who he said is crazy..."
Jiang Wen gave him a strange look: "That's not necessarily true, little master Pinzhao, sometimes the dead are better than the living. After all, the dead can't lie..."
Pinzhao wanted to argue that Xu Yingfeng was not dead yet, but when the words came to his lips, his eyes followed the direction pointed by Jiang Wen, revealing a look of surprise.
Dharma King Miaobao looked solemn, vaguely aware of the grim future, and took the initiative to say to Pinzhao, "Pinzhao, the great monk Hongbian once said before leaving that the young monk will protect you during this trip."
A keen person would naturally have noticed something was wrong, and Jiang Wen also knew that the future was difficult. Both of them looked at Elder Qingzhu, and the old monk nodded heavily with understanding.
"Amitabha, the old monk naturally understands. If this trip goes further, the old monk will only drag you down. Why don't you leave this injured donor to my care, and you can do your own thing. When the old monk completes his cultivation, he will take this with him. A donor returns from the side road of Ridge Ridge, so there is no need to worry."
Jiang Wen nodded without thinking and said: "Then, Elder Lao, you must be more careful during this trip."
As he spoke, he used the torn clothes to tie Xu Yingfeng's hands and feet tightly in the same way as a pig.
Then he stood up with the dumbfounded expression of Elder Qingzhu, looked at the two people around him, and walked towards the direction marked by Xu Yingfeng's blood. Behind him, only the old monk was sitting cross-legged, still reciting scriptures. Pray to Buddha for everyone’s safety.
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The dense forest in Jizushanyin is rugged, the bottom of the deep twists and turns cannot be seen, and it is surrounded by thick mountain fog. Every step forward must not only identify the direction of the darkness, but also fight against the weeds and vines everywhere. The few people seem to be walking through a quagmire. .
Fortunately, where Xu Yingfeng walked, there were blood stains on the leaves and branches of the trees. A little search can trace back to the source. It seems that where the people from Pingxi Prince's Mansion came from, there must be traces of Luo Shuang'er and Master An Ren. clue.
"Donor, Dharma King, I just took a look at the wounds on his body. They cannot be bitten by living people or wild beasts."
Pinzhao said worriedly, stepping into the deep grass that was several knees deep, bringing out a puddle of fresh muddy water, "The fact that the mouth can bite into that shape means that it has a long protruding mouth and unable to open its teeth." At the foot of the mountain My grandma Sunny once told me that there is something in the mountains with a head that looks very similar to a yellow muntjac, but it has a human body and is so thin that only a layer of skin is left, so it is called 'dry muntjac'..."
Jiang Wen, who was driving diligently in front, also chatted at this time: "Huh? I wanted to hear you talk about it last time. They are those who are nourished by the earth and metal energy in the ground, and their bodies are neither bad nor rotten. They are like humans but not human. Zombies, right?”
The last time Jiang Wen heard this name was after he was in danger in the medicine pond in the cave. The old monk was haunted by the scary ghost in Tanming Temple, but the young monk said that it was a dried muntjac crawling out of the cracks in the rocks. The two of them had different opinions. But it seems that the native mountain people have a heartfelt fear of this kind of monster.
Pinzhao looked around with a little fear: "The donor doesn't know something. If the dried muntjacs are elsewhere, they will turn into smelly black smoke and dissipate as soon as they see the sun. But in Jizushanyin, they can often be found in small groups. They appear and prey on poultry and livestock. If they are surrounded when they are alone, they will die."
Jiang Wen frowned. Listening to his words, it seemed that Jizushanyin was still different from other places. He didn't know whether it was the variation caused by the earth's magnetic field or the deep forest that had not seen the sun all year round. But combined with the relics and stupas all over the abandoned Buddhist temple, he didn't know. It was a terrifying scene, and he could always detect something indescribable and unexplainable surging under this ground.
King Miaobao spoke quietly at this time and intervened in this conversation of strange powers and chaotic gods.
"The Great Sun Tathagata always declares that all living beings have Buddha-nature, but not everyone is predestined for good dharma. For example, a person who has cut off his good roots and has heavy bad karma is called Chanti. This person has no chance to obtain the purpose of Buddhist principles and eventually falls into the trap of In the misery of the evil realm.”
He casually arranged his appearance and restored his treasure appearance, and continued, "What's more, the Saha world is surrounded by countless troubles, which can affect the whole body. If it cannot be broken, it will fall deeply into it, and there will no longer be a chance to clear the clouds and see the sun."
Jiang Wen turned to look at him and heard that there was a deeper meaning in his words, so he asked the young lama the question to see if he had any outstanding and novel insights.
"His Holiness sounds like he means something. Has he heard such stories?"
Dharma King Miaobao clasped his hands and said: "It is true. The young monk once met a horse team traveling in Kangzang. The leader of a horse team selling tea bricks dug mines in his early years, so he told me that these dry muntjacs were not originally ghosts, but probably just Some were trapped underground due to mining accidents, and they escaped underground after going through untold hardships and losing their human form.”
"The leader of the cavalry team said that in order to get out of the ground, Chang Chang knelt down and begged people to take him out. But when he saw it, he must not be soft-hearted. He even tied them up close to the earth wall, and then surrounded them. Seal it with mud, otherwise they will harm you.”
"It's not a ghost, why is it so cruel?" Jiang Wen asked doubtfully.
Dharma King Miaobao nodded and shook his head.
"Jiang Liu'er, the benefactor, and the young monk also knew that this matter was quite horrifying, and the leader of the cavalry even refused to say it clearly. But if you think about it carefully, these miners who died were starving underground and their bones were broken and their eyes were red. At that time, in order to survive They have already done everything possible. If you think about it carefully, what does the person who survives in the end rely on to make a living? And can a 'person' who can do such a thing regardless of everything be called a 'person'? "
After listening to Jiang Wen's silence for a long time, he gradually understood that the "cutting off the roots of good deeds" and "heavy bad karma" he said were not empty words like the theory of original sin, but after people committed some extremely evil actions and went through some cruel experiences, After the string that maintains the fragile human nature in the heart is broken, the consequences will occur due to fate.
Imagine that in the deep underground mine, there was suddenly a faint sound of knocking on the wall to survive. The miners braved the sound and dug along, and finally discovered a collapsed and damaged section of the mine tunnel. In the corner squatted a shape-shaped bone. Poor Liwan like a skeleton.
Blessed by Buddha and Bodhisattva, what the miners saw were red eyes, one with hunger, thirst, and madness. They held their pickaxes tightly at that time, silently telling themselves that no matter how human-like the thing they saw was, it must be dry muntjac. The child could only be a dry muntjac – because at his feet were scattered white bones covered with tooth marks, and splattered blood condensed into black ink...
The Dharma King, who spoke about all the dangers in the world, is still in his majestic appearance, and his appearance and demeanor can be said to be rich and handsome, which is in great contrast with the darkness in his words. It is as if the Buddha has personally bestowed wisdom on him, giving him the ability to do so. The wisdom that tolerates the beauty and ugliness of the world and sees through the truth of all things was put into his mind.
The so-called zombies nourished by the energy of hardware are probably just a tacit statement. The only thing that can really nourish people is flesh and blood, and those who are forced to work in the mines wielding pickaxes are just another form of zombies.
After pondering for a long time, Jiang Wen finally woke up from his distraction and asked the Dharma King Miaobao with a wry smile.
"His Holiness, I heard people say this is a dried muntjac, and some people say it's a ghost. According to what do you think it is?"
Dharma King Miaobao clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "The scary ghosts in Xitan Temple and the dry muntjacs in Jizu Shanyin seem to be the same thing. Donor Jiang Liu'er, do you know how I got these? Known?"
Jiang Wen shook his head.
"The young monk previously stayed at the Huayan Temple of the Sidtan Temple. The stone lion and stone elephant he saw in the hall were extremely old and abnormal. He knew with his clairvoyance that it was an ancient object, and it was also the cause of the disturbance by the scary ghosts in the Sidtan Temple."
The young face of Karmapa Miaobao was full of solemnity, no longer as calm and carefree as before.
"Today, when I walked into the Jizu Mountain Yin, I realized from the drawings of Buddhist relic stupas that the stone lions and stone elephants came from here, which is what you call the legacy of the monks of the Song Dynasty. The eminent monks of Xitan Temple should want to dissolve Jizu Mountain. Even though the evil karma of Yin is boundless, it will eventually lead to evil thoughts."
"Therefore, the fearful ghosts in the Jizu Mountain Yin are the dry muntjacs that haunt the Sidan Temple. The dry muntjacs in the Sidan Temple are clearly the terrible ghosts in the Jizu Mountain Yin that have been poisoned for a long time..."
This insight was as enlightening as Huang Zhong and Da Lu, and it also broke Jiang Wen's hesitation between Buddhist scriptures, ghosts and Yunnan folk customs.
As His Holiness Miao Bao said, if one does not consider the authenticity of the ghost story, as long as one piece of the puzzle of countless abandoned Buddhist temples in Jizu Shanyin is added, it seems that the difference in the appearance time of the ghosts on both sides can be explained, and the clues suddenly become apparent. Pointing to the strange group of monks who insisted on entering the mountain for unknown reasons during the pre-Song Dynasty.
In the strange silence, the three of them were chewing the five flavors in their hearts. The blood stains left by Xu Yingfeng on the road gradually became thin and hard to find. Fortunately, a small intestine path appeared in the forest at this time, which was difficult to identify. Along the way, There are clearly visible traces of footsteps all around.
At this point, Pinzhao said that they had reached the right road into Jizushanyin. Xu Yingfeng's blood stains became lighter, which also meant that they were gradually approaching the crime scene where the injured body was injured. At this time, he could know where to go without the blood stains to guide him. direction.
But none of the three of them expected that clues would appear sooner than expected. After walking along the road for just a stick of incense, Jiang Wen discovered that there were "strange trees" of different heights and a blockage all around. The "green wall" covered with dill vines rises and falls steeply along the mountain. It is even more magnificent than the original abandoned temple.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, and there was not much time left for them. If there were no further clues, they might be trapped in the night, so the three decided to split up in a small area.
"Well, there's another body over there?"
After searching carefully, Pinzhao found a corpse lying on its side under the big tree. However, this time, the state of decay was more serious than the previous one. Even the male, female, old and young, tall, short, fat and thin could not be identified. The clothes on the body were also damaged and faded. , the body was covered with new vines of all sizes, like countless twisting and winding hands, secretly trying to pull the body into the ground covered with green moss.
There is no doubt that this is another poor man who strayed into the depths of the green mountains and could never turn back. His final destination is to die secretly here with nothing and no one to bury him. A rabbit dies and a fox grieves for its own kind. The reason why Elder Qingzhu was able to show compassion and bury the deceased Song monks was because there were too many appalling tragedies hidden in the darkness of Jizu Mountain.
On Jiang Wen's side, he saw several highly decomposed corpses wearing night clothes. Knowing that they were martial arts figures from Prince Pingxi's palace who didn't care about life and death, he didn't care much about it. But when he looked further, he found a An extremely strong smell of blood was smelled near the blocking wall, and the blood flowed straight into the sky, attracting countless flying insects and flies!
Jiang Wen decisively jumped up and crossed the broken wall, and instantly came to a corpse that was broken from the waist and seemed to be torn apart alive. The deceased remained in an extremely frightened and dazed manner until he died. He did not close his eyes until he died. Eye.
From the blood-stained face, Jiang Wen recognized his identity. He turned out to be Xu Yingfeng's senior brother and one of the three people he had deceived, the "Eight Immortals Swordsman" Xu Chongzhen!
Xu Chongzhen, who had been dead for a long time, held the Baihong Sword for which he was famous in one hand and clenched it tightly in the other hand as if accumulating strength. However, the pain and fear before his death interrupted all his efforts. His lower body was empty and his intestines flowed all over the floor, and there was no more. During his lifetime, he sat back and watched the storm, showing a mature and prudent appearance.
"It's so strong that it can tear people apart alive. Who did it?"
Countless mosquitoes and flies were flying around. At this time, they had begun to line up around the visitors. Coupled with the pungent and unpleasant smell of blood, ordinary people would have covered their mouths and noses and walked away. But who was Jiang Wen? He didn't even pay attention to the rotting corpses in the tomb. At the moment, he was just wondering why there was an expression on the face of the deceased that only a person in the world could understand.
This expression was somewhat familiar to Jiang Wen, because Xu Chongzhen once showed such a subtle expression when Jiang Wen used his superb sword skills to defeat the Eight Drunk Immortals Sword. It was definitely not something that could be achieved by pure fear and shock.
Jiang Wen frowned and knelt down, carefully searching Xu Chongzhen's body regardless of the blood, and suddenly found a very inconspicuous wound on his hand. If he hadn't searched with his superb vision and profound skills, he would probably have just thought it was a reed. Cuts from sharp plants such as thatch.
Looking at it, there were three similar wounds in total, one on Xu Chongzhen's left and right wrists and the other on his throat. Both his left and right hands were thin and long, but the throat was short and deep. His trachea was cut off with great force, and then his trachea was cut off. What he encountered next was the ruthless hand who was torn in half.
He understood that the cause of Xu Chongzhen's death was not the symptoms of trauma or bleeding, but that as one of the top swordsmen in the southwest, he was easily seen through and swung two swords. One sword abolished the drunken fist skill, and the other sword destroyed the swordsmanship. The killing move, the last sword sealing the throat without blood, tore his pride and confidence to pieces.
In the calm, Jiang Wen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the aura on his body was as unfathomable as the abyss and the sea. It repeatedly climbed to the level of frightening insects and birds in the air, which was almost the same as when Zhao Wuji was frightened by death row and Wuyang fought to the death in the boiling sea!
More terrifying details emerged. Jiang Wen noticed that the details of this swordsmanship's attack and movement, as well as its vigorous movement trajectory, all fit in with the mantra of "returning to a sister without any pretensions, without any presumptions to become a fellow, and with a fellow to have a great future". Shockingly, it was There are people who use the "Breaking Sword Style" to break through the sword techniques of all the sects in the world. There are still people in the world who know the Dugu Nine Swords!
The wind blew through the dense forest, and the branches and leaves rustled. It seemed that there were thousands of ambushes lurking in it. Countless thoughts flashed through Jiang Wen's mind, wondering if there was any more appropriate explanation for the scene in front of him, but Xu Chongzhen, who was still holding his hand with a look of death. Jian stared at the sky, questioning his own unfortunate fate with his already dilated pupils.
The sword-breaking style had already severed his hand tendons, but after the murder, the murderer put the white rainbow sword that had fallen on the ground back into his hand, giving it a false and tender dignity.
In the dense forest of Jizushanyin, it is not something to be happy about when such an unknown master suddenly appears. At this time, the intention of getting involved in this farce seems particularly sinister. At least Jiang Wen does not want Ping Xi to Is there any unexpected trump card hidden in the palace that he can use...
Suddenly there were footsteps outside the bushes. Jiang Wen raised the white rainbow sword with his toes and flew into the air. He was suddenly holding it in his hand like a magic trick. The flowing sword intention turned into light fluff and fluttered to lock the direction of the wind. As long as there was a trace of murderous intention When it appears, he can swing a sword with great clarity.
"Donor Jiang Liu'er, the young monk has made some new discoveries in the east, but the situation is unclear and he cannot go deeper. I am here to ask the benefactor to go with him..."
The blade of the White Rainbow Sword is three feet and six inches long, and the rainbow light floats between the blades, condensing and not dissipating.
But even with the sword pressed tightly against his throat, Dharma King Miaobao did not show a trace of anger or murderous intent. He was completely different from the previous appearance when he was eager to ask for help from Elder Qingzhu. Even Jiang Wen couldn't help but wonder whether there is really a way to help people in distress and save all sentient beings in the world. Do people who have no regard for themselves exist?
"Sorry, it was Jiang who was presumptuous."
Jiang Wen sheathed his sword and turned around. Without repeating his findings to Dharma King Miaobao, he followed him towards the dense forest to the east.
There are still some remnants of the stone slabs on the ground, which are especially slippery and muddy when you step on them. There are strange trees and vines hidden all around. The trees are as thick as rafters and their roots are as high as thresholds. They are trying to block the sight in all kinds of strange ways, and the only one is. What stands out in the field of vision are the dilapidated and abandoned stupas. Looking at them one after another, the number is incalculable.
The direction Dharma King Miaobao was looking for seemed to be a more majestic and withered temple building, but he turned a blind eye to all of this and concentrated on walking towards the wilderness behind the building complex, stopping in front of a low stone stove with openings on both sides. It looks like a place where paper money is burned, but the furnace is too big to block the foehn wind. If it is a place where bricks and tiles are fired, it is too boxy to be sealed and molded.
Pinzhao had already received the call from King Miaobao before. At this time, he rushed over from the other side and was walking among the rocks and trees. When he saw the two people from a distance, he asked: " Dharma King, where did you bring us to? Is there anything surprising about it?"
"Donor, Pinzhao, although the place that the young monk discovered is dilapidated, it is closely related to the bones everywhere he saw."
Dharma King Miaobao clasped his palms together, his exposed skin was not afraid of the cold and heat, but there was a trace of compassion in his dark eyes, and he beckoned him to come over and take a closer look.
Jiang Wen said pointedly: "His Holiness is so elegant. Why doesn't he care about saving people, but he is so interested in these ruined temples?"
Perhaps thinking that the speaker was unintentional and the listener was interested, Pinzhao looked at Miaobao Dharma King in confusion, quickened his pace and wanted to reach the edge of the low stone stove, but suddenly noticed a broken sound under his feet, and then the strength of his feet suddenly increased, and his body suddenly As soon as it sinks, it will fall.
Fortunately, Pinzhao was very strong and stretched his arms in time, grabbing for places where he could borrow strength, trying to block the falling momentum to delay time and wait for rescue. However, in the next second, even the ground touched by his open palms began to violently Collapse, there is no place around him to draw strength from, and he falls uncontrollably!
Jiang Wen could see that there were still some tiny bone fragments left in the dark furnace in front of him, and there were scattered jade rosary beads in the corners. He had an idea in his mind. When he found that Pinzhao's posture was wrong, it took a while. In just a few breaths, His Majesty Miaobao had already shot out an arrow like a hawk. His luxurious monk's robes made a hunting sound, and were torn by the branches of trees. He stretched his arms to pounce on the falling young monk Pinzhao.
And just when Dharma Queen Miaobao arrived first and finally grabbed Pinzhao's palm, the soil under his feet also shook and split into a dark hole. A cave was clearly visible, and a stench of gas that solidified into substance rushed out. Soaring up into the sky, it blocked the already worrying sight in front of me, as if the miserable cold nights of thousands of years ago were condensed underground, and now I was trying my best to break free!
Seeing this, Jiang Wen also used Qinggong to get up. He touched the surface of the fallen tree trunk with his feet. He threw out his outer robe with his left hand and tied it outside the cave. He also rushed straight into the dark cave like an eagle attacking a rabbit. However, this deep place The cave turned out to be deeper than expected. The length of the clothes rope Jiang Wen prepared was only long enough to hang in mid-air, allowing him to see the cave from a distance from a strange overlooking angle!
In the dimness, Jiang Wenyuan saw that King Miaobao was protecting Pinzhao above him, using himself as a cushion to absorb the damage caused by the fall. At this time, he was struggling to stand up slowly. The price for Pinzhao's safety was that there was a wound on his right side. The wound was bleeding.
When the dim sunlight from Jizu Mountain shines into the cave, it barely reveals a corner of the veil of this strange world. On the wide and flat land in the cave, there are countless shriveled corpses covered with coarse cloth. , the arms stretched out in various directions are already like dry branches, which will be reduced to dust when touched lightly.
Such corpses had no time to be incinerated, so they were piled up one after another in the cave. The numerous clay Buddha statues in the cave had their heads and arms cut off, and they had long been twisted into a rope with this cave that had been forgotten and turned into death. A piece of silk is a fresh life in the past!
