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Ghosts are raining from the sky, bones are growing on the ground, and the scene of Abi Hell is already in front of us.
Heavy rain poured down from the sky, wandering white shadows rotated crazily in the air, and countless rotten corpses emerged from the ground. The miserable ghost was no longer enough to describe the horror in front of us. There were also countless stupas that became the boundary, marking life and death. The ultimate opposition of death, glory and dryness.
Jizu Mountain, which has been known as the "Kingdom of Heavenly Buddha" since ancient times, should have been filled with the auspicious atmosphere of nectar from the sky and good harvests from the earth. The dust and dirt were washed away by the falling rain of Dharma, and the tidy altars were pure and spotless. However, the Jizushanyin just across the line is now a terrifying sight with ghosts raining from the sky and bones growing on the ground. Perhaps as Abbot Hongbian said, this Fangtiankai Buddhist Kingdom is also destined to be another natural place. Demonic country.
"I probably know why it suddenly became dark and rainy."
Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and turned his back to the west. His Holiness Miaobao stood with his back to him, listening to Jiang Wen continue to speak.
"This primitive rainforest has a unique climate that is not connected to the outside world. The extreme humidity and heat lead to the intersection of hot and cold in the morning and dusk every day, causing miasma and clouds to cause rain. However, we previously crushed the hidden corpses. The cellar released the corpse poison contained in it, and the poisonous gas surged into the sky and broke the internal stability, which is why this heavy rain came suddenly."
The violent rain was still falling. Although Jiang Wen's speculation could barely be justified, it could not explain the origin of these strange ghosts in front of him. Even among the people who were unfortunate enough to bump into them, they might only have one foot in them. Only those who have passed through the gate of hell can calmly accept this horrific scene that is so close.
"Quick! Put me down, Wulu Yucuiguo is here to find me!"
Pinzhao, who came back to his senses, suddenly lost control of his emotions and said to Jiang Wen and Dharma King Miaobao, "Go rescue people quickly, don't be dragged down by me here!"
However, Jiang Wen's reaction to him seemed to be no surprise. He gave him a cold look and stabbed his neck with a knife in his backhand. Pinzhao tilted his head and fainted without any resistance. Then Jiang Wen was shocked by Dharma King Miaobao. With helplessness in his eyes, he said: "In urgent matters, follow authority. Otherwise, does His Holiness have a better way?"
The Dharma King Miaobao remained silent, and once again focused his attention on the slowly approaching Qian Muntjac. The cold rain poured on his bare chest and back, revealing the solid appearance of copper and iron. He stood tall in the crowd. In front of the corpse.
Ordinary corpses rotted and swelled, often with strange shapes and green faces and fangs, but the numerous dried muntjacs were all shriveled and ugly, as if they had been extracted and sucked, leaving only a piece of wrinkled human skin that was mottled and disgustingly eroded by underground mold, slowly approaching them.
Shocking rainstorms hit the sky and the earth, and the way King Miaobao started his hands was mysterious and unpredictable. He slowly pushed out from his chest in a mudra posture. It didn't look like he was performing kung fu, but instead showed some ancient yoga movements.
At this time, the rain curtain like seawater pouring turned into a sand table and drawing paper. Thunder exploded in the sky and was the first to be reflected. A mysterious and tricky arc passed through the void and suddenly came into contact with the dry muntjac. Together.
When the unparalleled sharp green sword of King Han struck his body, the dry muntjacs were like withered grass gnawing in the wind. They fell backwards in pieces and lay down in the knee-high wormwood bushes.
Jiang Wen closed his eyes and used his other sharp senses to make up for the limited vision. The sound of hard objects falling to the ground seemed to be heard in his ears. But when they stood up again, they exposed their heads and showed their fangs one after another. The strength of Jin Duanyu all disappeared for no apparent reason.
"No, it's extremely pure killing force!"
The long-range attack failed to achieve results. On the other side, Miao Bao Dharma King, who was fighting in close combat, could not help but catch the dry muntjac with his fists. Instead, he was swarmed by these monsters and took the opportunity to bite them, leaving traces of canine marks on his skin.
Jiang Wen, who had failed in the first battle, instantly understood the horror of dried muntjacs. These ghosts, which were rumored to be able to walk in rock crevices and underground, were different from the leathery and shield-toothed people in the Wuyi Mountains. They were just the dregs left over from some human corpses. Gathered together with the wreckage and the light smoke turned by resentment.
No matter how powerful the force is, it can't eliminate the air. The numerous scars on the hands of Dharma King Miaobao on the other side have proved that once ordinary people are trapped by the siege of dried muntjac, they will be bitten and swallowed by these ghosts all over the mountains and plains at any time. At this time No matter whether it is a head-on confrontation or an attack and disruption, it will not be wise.
The vague rise and fall of the red mist behind the heavy rain made Jiang Wen feel as if he had returned to that unforgettable night at Manting Peak in Wuyi Mountain. However, his current situation was completely different from the original situation where he could only advance but not retreat. Therefore, his consciousness and The body came to the same conclusion almost at the same time——
"We are outnumbered and we cannot stay for long, so retreat quickly!"
Jiang Wen gave the order without hesitation, breaking the horrified silence. Jiang Wen reached out and grabbed Pinzhao's arm, which was limp on the ground. King Miaobao also stood up almost at the same time to lift up the young monk, and they worked together regardless of his injuries. , and rushed in one direction.
Pinzhao was still unconscious at this time, and the dense forest of Jizushanyin was full of obstacles. He was carried away by two people in unison, holding his shoulders behind him. In this way, he faced the enemy with his back, which was better at bearing injuries, and also avoided the danger. When running head-on, rainwater choked into the trachea.
But in the shocking darkness, the actions of the three people were like moths rushing to a flame. The red mist in the sky was like a strict prison. The oncoming heavy rain and thunder and lightning would extinguish the last fire of hope in their hearts at any time. However, Jiang Wen and His Holiness Miaobao Their steps did not waver, as if there was an extremely strong string tightening in their bodies.
The dry muntjacs stretched out their withered arms and waved them randomly in the direction of the strangers, as if they sensed their aura that was inconsistent with the netherworld.
At this time, Dharma King Miaobao learned his lesson and used the rain-soaked sleeves of his luxurious robes to fight against the enemy. Therefore, Gan Muntzi's obstruction did not succeed, and he was soon defeated by the light of Jiang Wen's sword and the wave of sleeves of Dharma King Miaobao. After that, the looming siege finally weakened a little.
Pinzhao woke up dizzy during the bumps, feeling pain in his neck as if it was broken, and he couldn't help but feel weightless, just like in the Buddhist classics when he was lifted up by a yaksha and walked through the void, and the branches and leaves of the trees around him flew by quickly. There was a rustling sound, and even the sky and the earth were filled with vast and invincible darkness.
After regaining consciousness slightly, he struggled to turn his head and noticed that Jiang Wen's steps on the left were as delicate and strange as the waves. When his feet hit the ground, it seemed that they did not need to bear any weight, while the steps of the Master Miaobao were solid, thick and even, and they were clearly just simple. The steps were like Shuchi's magic, and the two of them led him to run away in the heavy rain forest, as if they were being chased by some kind of indescribable ghost.
Pinzhao's throat made a roaring sound, as if he wanted to say something, but the wind and rain that passed by quickly stopped everything, and the force of his rapid running also shook his breathing. Pinzhao could only widen his eyes at this time. Looking up to the sky, staring at some undetectable anomalies.
The ominous mist-like white shadow followed closely behind. Pinzhao, who was being carried on his back and running, tightened his eyes, staring at the whirling white shadow in the heavy rain.
Those shapes became clearer and clearer. At a certain moment, the distance between him and the spinning white shadow was less than a foot. The haggard and terrifying appearance condensed by the white mist was almost close to Pinzhao. Pinzhao hurriedly closed his eyes, Because he was about to see clearly that face with an inhuman smile. This terrifying appearance would bite his skin and bones severely at any time, and bite deeply into his mind!
Fortunately, at this time, Jiang Wen and His Holiness Miaobao, as if they had eyes behind their backs, increased their pace again, dragging Pinzhao through the dense forest at a speed that was almost like flying in the clouds. His upside-down facial features were deformed by the rapid pulling, as if they were about to be pulled from his face. Pulling it off, revealing the pure terror hidden under the skin - Pinzhao finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.
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【Where are you……】
【I am really scared……】
Pinzhao walked alone in the dense forest. The towering giant trees around him soared into the sky, but there was not a single autumn leaf left on the branches. Therefore, the huge and extremely cold moon could quietly shed the clear light from the gaps in the branches, guiding Dongsheng. The eternal direction of setting in the west.
The moon has set in the west, and it is now the darkest and coldest time in the second half of the night. Pinzhao is only wearing a thin monk's robe and has no hair to protect him from the cold. Therefore, he can only tighten his body and look up, struggling to find the way back to Sidan Temple. direction.
But no matter how he walked in the dense forest, he could hear a childish and miserable cry. Following the sound, it seemed that he could imagine a child who had strayed into the mountains by mistake, hiding in the crevices of the rocks, shivering and about to die.
【Where are you……】
【I am really scared……】
Rumors of ghosts in the mountains came to mind. Pinzhao had also heard that many ghosts would imitate human voices to make people jump off cliffs in exchange for a chance to be reincarnated. However, he wandered back and forth in search of the mountains, and kindness finally defeated his fear. , or gritted his teeth and moved towards the direction of the sound.
In the stone nest formed by three large stones, there was a mutilated and withered corpse sandwiched between the stones. The lower body was covered by a pile of grave soil turned into dead leaves. There may have been a climber who slipped and fell from the herb. The cliff fell, and dripping blood was splashed on the cold stone surface. He stretched out his hands and struggled to get up, but failed, so he lived in this burial place forever.
Pinzhao exhaled, thinking that it was indeed a ghost that wanted to harm people. He walked carefully along the way, naturally not getting close to the incomplete stone cliff.
But the next moment, the dead grass trembled under the dead body, and a pitiful-looking child with wounds all over his body emerged. A large piece of hair was solidified by the dirty blood, standing firmly on the top of his head, looking at Pin with eyes like a frightened deer. Zhao, neither dared to approach him, but also feared that he would go away and disappear.
【Take me away...】
【I am really scared……】
The child's voice was very weak, and he might have been on the verge of fainting due to hunger and lack of water. This made him ignore the fear of corpses at a young age, and desperately hid around the mostly rotting corpse.
Pinzhao was at a loss to find water, but found that he had brought nothing to eat or drink. However, his confused look seemed to win his trust. A cold little hand held his hand. Pinzhao quickly leaned down and hugged him tightly. Living with a child, wanting to warm the other person with the residual body heat that is constantly escaping.
Pinzhao walked with the child, the grass under his feet seemed to be endless, and the cold moon in the sky quietly changed its position to a strange and strange position, watching their every move.
No one knew where this place was. Pinzhao raised his head and looked up at the sky. The full moon cliff seemed to be clearly visible. Even Yixuan on the mountain was clearly visible. However, the dense forest under his feet was endless and the same no matter how he walked. The scene, with fallen leaves all over the ground and dead branches standing side by side, is like a cemetery where the vitality has suddenly disappeared after being sprayed wildly with defoliants.
At this time, Pinzhao gradually realized that something was wrong. The child's movements seemed a little stiff. Rather than saying that he was trying to get out of the dense forest with the child, it was better to say that the child was holding his hand and desperately walking towards the hidden direction of the dense forest, following the other person. His steps were getting faster and faster, and the cold nails clenching his flesh brought a stinging sensation. He almost dragged Pinzhao and ran away!
Ghost legends once again came to mind, and thinking that the next step might be to the cliff hidden by the blindfold, Pinzhao shook off the other party's cold hand in shock, and cursed the child in front of him loudly, but the child was just cold. Keng stood there, looking at him with contemptuous and depressed eyes.
【almost there……】
【do not be afraid……】
The exchange of identities and roles in the words made Pinzhao's scalp numb instantly. He seemed to be the little boy lost in the forest, while Fangzheng was walking in the deep forest with his sleeves flying, turning into an irregular shape under the moon. ghost.
But the next moment, Pinzhao was surprised to find that the figure in the distance was really wearing a thin monk's robe, walking deep into the dense forest without looking back, and his sight suddenly dropped, almost being blocked by the decaying grass on the ground. At the same time, he was wearing tattered clothes and his head was covered with blood. He stood there cold due to blood loss and trembling from the sudden fear.
Pinzhao wanted to use his roar to alleviate his fear, but the disappearing figure of the other party brought a new fear of loneliness, so Pinzhao's footsteps began to move involuntarily, stumbling forward just like before.
The voice that came with the wind was hoarse and cold. He was a cold-blooded spectator, more and more like a ghost who had succeeded in his evil schemes. The anger in Pinzhao's heart that his innocence and kindness had been trampled began to burn. The anger made his body temperature rise a little, and he became more determined. Move forward.
【Come with me……】
【just in front……】
At the end of the road, there is indeed a dangerous cliff. The jagged mountain bones are like the insatiable teeth of a giant beast, waiting for the prey to tame and jump off on their own. Pinzhao sneered and stopped, looking at the lustful figure beside the cliff. He took off his monk's robe and looked at his small hands with faint corpse spots. It seemed that he could already hear the wind rushing past when he fell off the cliff, and he would never let its trick come true.
But at this time, the monk did not make any move. He just stopped by the cliff and just stared at the direction of Pinzhao. Pinzhao hesitated and suddenly noticed a strange scene quietly appearing not far away.
What kind of sight is considered strange? A whale walking ashore, a lion speaking human words, or a ship docked at a train station? Pinzhao didn't know this clearly, but he knew that in the dense forest with swaying and scattered vegetation, the only tall and lush tree was definitely a wonder.
The sounds that came with the wind became more and more strange. Pinzhao looked at the two figures that suddenly appeared under the tree. They were in the absolute middle position between the monk and himself. With elegant and exaggerated silent movements, they each drank a glass of wine.
[Even if the scenery is good, don’t stop...]
[Go to the Fog Road to visit the Green Country...]
After a long time, Pinzhao heard the woman's sad lyrics mixed in the wind when he was upwind.
It was her playing her mouth string under the moonlight, and the man's low and constant sobbing. The extremely sad lyrics in these languages are all exhorting men to strengthen their will to die. The extremely frustrated man was finally moved by this. The two parties seemed to have reached an agreement to die for love, and finally came to the edge of the cliff.
Tianyue was as cold as the monk, and neither man nor woman found any trace of the monk. The man in navy blue clothes hesitated forward, but it was more like he was being pulled by the woman in red clothes, getting closer to the cliff little by little.
The man's cry came again in the wind. When it comes to the attitude of committing suicide, women always seem to be more resolute, proactive and decisive than men, but the man who is lying on the ground still refuses to leave. The look of retreating in the face of battle makes people feel sad and ridiculous. In the end, even Kneel down and beg her for a way out.
【Are you really unwilling...】
[If you can bear it, I walk alone...]
After all, a woman's strength is not as strong as that of a man. She can only stand up in embarrassment and dejection, looking at the man with a sad and sad look. They are obviously far apart, but Pinzhao can clearly see their every move under the clear moonlight. , every frown and every smile is so real and vivid.
The woman walked alone to the edge of the cliff, looking back every step she took, and sang the sad lyrics again. The oral strings played under the moonlight seemed to be calling for the door of Wulu Youcui Country to be opened for her, and the eternal lushness would be there. The worry-free kingdom came this night, but she knew that it was all in vain.
The moment she jumped into the wind, the woman embroidered a red wedding dress for herself. On the skirt of the dress was painted the image of Asami, the leader of the wind ghosts. It looked like a woman riding a green-maned female mule, holding a wind-breathing device in her hand. A horn-shaped object, with mountains, clouds and rolling wind in the background - this symbolizes that Asami was unable to unite with the person she loved, was forced to marry far away, and died for her love, and was eventually swept to the cliff by the strong wind. above.
Pinzhao watched this scene with splitting eyes. The monk was clearly a few feet away, but he had no intention of lending a helping hand. He just silently recited indifferent scriptures. Looking at the face that was exactly like his own, Pinzhao even felt that he was the one who refused to save his life, and that the disaster was quietly passed on to him by this cunning mountain ghost!
The cowardly man was standing at a loss on the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, it might be a strong wind or a force from nowhere, suddenly pushing the man who was standing tremblingly, and he staggered forward in two steps. He fell down, then stepped on a smooth stone, and finally his body fell uncontrollably and fell under the cliff!
[The Tathagata sacrifices his life and now takes the path of extinction...]
[The Tathagata enters the bardo and teaches and transforms all living beings...]
The cold and ruthless scriptures were clear to his ears. It was at that moment that Pinzhao discovered that he had crossed a long distance to the edge of the cliff. He wanted to grab the monk's collar, but suddenly he felt that the dazzling red color was in front of his eyes. The blood was burning - the eyes stained by anger and the bright and sad eyes looked at each other at that moment, as if time had been frozen, but the endless words were frozen on the woman's mouth that was constantly vomiting blood and poison.
Pinzhao stretched out his hands as if thundering, and pulled hard on the woman's belt, but his body suddenly fell forward limply, and was about to fall into the cliff, but Pinzhao's whole body and mind were focused on the woman in front of him. On that extremely familiar face, even if he closed his eyes, he could still recall the curvature of her lips, eyes, nose, and the way she smiled at him countless times.
The woman was still falling slowly, and time was so thick that it seemed to be standing still. Pinzhao reviewed her lip movements over and over again, and that was a short sentence that he remembered firmly in his mind.
【Acuolin, why you...】
[Don’t come to Wuluyoucui Country to find me...]
Time returned to normal and suddenly sped up. The red wedding dress that fell from the cliff was flying. The graceful beauty gradually turned into hot and sticky blood in Pinzhao's eyes. The ferocious blood vessels burst in the dazzling red color, and cruel blood flowed along the cracks in the stone. .
Pinzhao clearly saw that a door made of Mohu's flesh and blood was quietly opening in mid-air. Traces of miserable blood crawled across every corner of his field of vision. Behind him was the darkness of Mohu that was heavier than the night, as if giving the world They were all covered with a dark filter, and finally condensed into the word "sacrifice for love" that people couldn't bear to see...
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"Are you awake? The operation was successful."
When Pinzhao screamed and opened his eyes again, he found that he was hiding in an extremely dark cave. Outside was the endless wind and rain. Jiang Wen and the appearance of King Miaobao completely occupied his field of vision. , Jiang Wen also said confusing words in his mouth.
"Where is this...are we out of trouble..."
Pinzhao held his head, feeling that his mouth was dry and his throat felt like a blade was cutting his vocal cords. Jiang Wen patted his shoulder and pushed him back down in a hurry to get up.
"Do you feel that your throat is sore? This is normal. After all, you have been yelling for a long time and your throat almost burst out, so you should just be quiet and listen to me."
Jiang Wen stared at the cold wind and rain outside the cave and continued to speak to him.
"I found that the strangeness of Jizushanyin seemed to be caused by the miasma in the forest, so we ran all the way towards the cliff pointed by Elder Qingzhu. After hiding in the cave, the various strange phenomena were indeed alleviated a lot - however The dry muntjac is still chasing us, so this is the third cave we have hidden in in a short period of time."
Pinzhao's expression gradually darkened, as if he wanted to say something. Jiang Wen could also see that he was thinking, so he simply warned: "Shut up. If you dare to say anything to disturb the morale of the army, I will tell you what you said." Write out all the sleep talk and distribute it in Lijiang City!"
Hearing these threats, Pinzhao could only choose to remain silent with his eyes blank.
Karmapa Miaobao also patted the shoulder of the photo with relief. He had been running in the wind and rain, and the rain slowly seeped into the bandage that tied the wound, but his expression did not show any struggle, and he continued to exert force along the way. Running, at this time, he also smiled indifferently at Jiang Wen's actions.
"Xiao Monk always feels that what Pinzhao knows may be helpful for us to get out of trouble."
Jiang Wen nodded and continued to meditate until he took a breath.
"No need to ask, Jiang has already figured out the reason behind this. What kind of people are Pinzhao? They believe that the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain is the supreme god, the world under the snow mountain is the first country of the Jade Dragon, and the heaven above the snow mountain is the Jade Dragon. The second country, but the former is full of hardships and the latter is uncertain and difficult. The Mist Road Tour Cui Country mentioned by Pinzhao is the Jade Dragon's third country in the underworld, a paradise dedicated to the ghosts of men and women who died in love."
Dharma King Miaobao looked at the looming shadows of the deep forest in the distance, his bright eyes actually ached with pain, as if something was preventing him from prying, and he gradually felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Where do men and women who die in love die?"
Jiang Wen nodded and continued to add: "Exactly. I thought Pinzhao deceived someone's daughter into committing suicide, and then ran out because of fear of death, but I didn't expect that he was even more bold than I thought."
Jiang Wen took a breath, swallowed the raindrops dripping from his mouth, and continued: "It is difficult for the heirs in the Pinzhao family. His sister came from Wulu Travel to Cui Country to 'exchange', and she died of love in the end. Pinzhao relied on witchcraft to break into it and wanted to save his sister. In the end, he angered Karan, the god of suppressing lovers and martyrs in Wulu Youcui Kingdom. He was about to capture him into the underworld, but Master Anren rescued him. Come out, he should have died months ago.”
Dharma King Miaobao frowned and said: "If you look at it from this perspective, Pinzhao offended the ghosts and gods with his mortal body, so he shouldn't have survived anyway."
Jiang Wen shrugged and said he had no comment: "Who knows, maybe because he is under the protection of King Yama, some ghosts and gods may have given him some face."
Memories of the past overlapped with strange dreams. Pinzhao tried to stand up with a painful look on his face. He staggered towards the cave to calm down for a moment. However, he stumbled on something and hit his chin on the hard cave wall. On top of it, blood suddenly flowed.
Pinzhao angrily turned around to look for the culprit, only to find that he was being stared at by a hideous and terrifying face in the cave. The eyelidless Tong Ling's eyes were so close that he could even see the red blood streaks emerging on them.
"There's a ghost!
! "
Pinzhao fell on his butt and crawled backwards, letting out a heart-rending scream. The sound continued to overlap and vibrate in the cave, until a hand tightly covered his mouth.
Jiang Wen shook his head with a headache. It seemed that his ears were also tortured by the shock. He didn't know when he came into the deep and dark cave. He reached out to pick up the photo and pointed at the blood-stained picture in front of him. said.
"What are you yelling about? Look carefully, this is just a stone statue!"
Jiang Wen kept covering his mouth and walked towards the depths of the cave with Pinzhao. With the weak light, he could barely see some twisted and deformed shadows gradually emerging. The surrounding stone walls were covered with reliefs that were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. The carvings look as if they were alive, with plump and twisted limbs. The intact ones have been completely peeled off from the rock, but most of the incomplete ones are still hidden in the rock. At this moment, under the influence of the dim light, they look like they are draped over their armpits. The Bodhisattva was about to retreat into the rock.
"This is originally a Buddhist cave carved under the rock by Monk Song. There are countless statues. Naturally, there will also be some gods and monsters like Yaksha Rakshasa standing in it."
Jiang Wen's eloquent words finally slowly dissipated Pinzhao's fear, and the unnatural expression on his face gradually dissipated, until he suddenly saw a man sitting on a rectangular seat with a waistband and his feet on his back. Only when the statue of the Lord Buddha stepped on the lotus feet did it let out a dull scream again, causing fear to return.
I saw the Buddha with polished flesh and a plump face sitting on the lotus platform in a seal. Everything seemed to be the same as usual, but on the face of the Buddha that should have been calm and kind, another Buddha face suddenly grew. , occupy the already small space together, and also make the normal facial features become distorted and weird.
"Ahem, I also want to test Monk Song's mental state. Why are there all these distorted statues in the Buddhist cave? After counting, none of them are normal."
Jiang Wen tightly covered Pinzhao's mouth and raised his eyes to scan around. At first glance, the appearance here was not surprising, but upon closer inspection, there were always some problems highlighted, such as the eyes carved in the wrong place, the strangely long nose and mouth, Even the short hands and thin legs that grow diagonally under the sides can reflect the mental abnormality of the Song monk when he was carving.
He didn't tell Pinzhao that there was actually a human face hidden on the top of the Buddha's bun. He was looking up to the sky, as if he was attracted by a star in the sky and was intoxicated.
Taking a step back to say that these three Buddhas are nothing, the previous Buddhist caves are all weird and bizarre. For example, the Arhat Cave is full of mummified Arhats. Not only does it have no sense of majesty and sanctity, but it is also carved with narrative techniques. Full of details of the decay and transformation of corpses, the cave is filled with reliefs of mummified Arhats, layer upon layer, reaching the top of the cave.
Another Buddhist cave hidden in the cave is even weirder. In the cave, a statue of Guanyin with a plump face and a tall crown is seen standing quietly inside. However, it is carved with a strange proportion of a large head and a small body. On top of the crown, there is an unexpected figure. A series of heads of different sizes were born, three levels on top of each other, like a wonder-seeking temple composed of deformed and multiplied human heads.
The monks of the Song Dynasty who died sitting in the cellar only left the last words "If you don't see the real Buddha, you will not be able to be liberated." However, no one knows what the gods and Buddhas in their eyes look like. Hundreds of years ago, they were in the chicken What kind of horrific experiences Zushanin experienced before he could appear like this, gradually going crazy in the calm water.
"Donor Jiang Liu'er, bring Pinzhao out quickly, Ganzizi is chasing you again!"
Perhaps it was the exclamation from the previous photo that attracted the attention of Ganzizi. This time he was found in a much shorter time than last time. The few people did not have time to rest more, so they could only run out of the Buddhist cave in a hurry. go.
"Pinzhao, you continue to climb up, we will be responsible for diverting the dry muntjacs away."
The life-and-death battle was about to continue. Jiang Wen patted him hard on the shoulder and warned: "Don't let me think about it, and don't look back. If the three of us can get in alive, we must get out alive!"
Pinzhao was stunned for a moment, feeling Jiang Wen's extraordinarily determined attitude. He could only try to forget the red shadow in the forest, and began to climb up the cliff on hands and feet, trying to quietly avoid the pursuit of Ganzizi.
And Jiang Wen and Dharma King Miaobao stood at the entrance of the Buddhist cave, like two guardian gods guarding ghosts and gods, blocking the path that Ganzizi must pass through.
The wind and rain outside the cave never stopped. Jiang Wen and Pinzhao looked out from the half-suspended cliff. There were already dense numbers of dry muntjacs swarming up and climbing up the steep rock wall. In the distance, the dense forest and vegetation were all in pieces. , it seems that there are more ghosts gathering here, more than a thousand at a glance.
A ghost moon looked down coldly with a scarlet color, wandering and moving irregularly in the sky, and the previous nightmare came back in an instant.
If they can't get rid of the entanglement of these ghosts, the search for Luo Shuang'er will be impossible. But if Luo Shuang'er doesn't show up for a long time, they can't leave Jizushanyin to get rid of the entanglement. These two things seem to be twisted into a knot, and the three of them will be entangled. Trapped tightly inside.
"Donor Jiang Liu'er, if according to what Pinzhao said, Wulu Youcui Country came to him, one of us must have protected him from escaping, so that the other one can escape and continue to save people."
The indifferent smile of His Holiness Miaobao seemed to have seen through all the joys and sorrows in the world, "Now that Pinzhao has woken up, it's time to make a decision."
Jiang Wen glanced at him sideways and said angrily: "Why should the Dharma King ask questions knowingly? Shuang'er is my sister, so I should save her. Jiang is just worried about Pinzhao's safety. Anyway, if you die, I will save you." I’ll just barely burn it for you.”
Dharma King Miaobao laughed heartily and stood on the cliff of the Buddhist cave and said firmly: "The young monk promised the great monk Hongbian, and now he will be protected even if he is shattered to pieces. Donor Jiang Liu'er does not need to worry. Please keep the scriptures well, young monk I’ll come and get it!”
After saying this, he jumped down from the cliff, his posture was like the collapse of Mount Tai, and he jumped straight into the pile of dried muntjacs. His powerful and powerful moves pushed him horizontally to hit the enemy without a hit, occasionally touching him. The dry muntjac ducks were also swept away by the angry sleeves of the robe, and the body was as indestructible as if it were made of fine iron. Under the blessing of Zhuohuo Yuga, the skin appeared to be scorching and hot, and it was stained all over the body. Most of the rain has dispersed into streaks of mist before it even has time to flow down.
After sighing slightly, Jiang Wen placed his feet on the stone wall one after another and flew down, running towards the direction where Pinzhao and Miaobao Dharma King were. The foot of the mountain was densely packed like ants infested with dried muntjacs. As expected, he completely ignored them. Jiang Wen's solo action even took a detour, intentionally or unintentionally.
Jiang Wen pushed Qing Gong to the limit. At this time, he must use the time that King Miaobao fought for to find Luo Shuang'er's whereabouts. Otherwise, the longer the time goes by, the greater the possibility of the entire army being destroyed.
In the heavy rain, his senses were blocked and weakened, but Jiang Wen never stopped searching even with his eyes closed, just because he sensed a threat like a needle.
That is the perception that only an extremely skilled person can have. It can clearly identify the direction in the dark, and it can even be like a trap that has been set for a long time - and there is probably a master hidden in the dark.
A master who is proficient in Dugu Nine Swords.
Linghu Chong in front of the Broken Mountain Temple could kill fifteen top masters with one sword. In such a dense forest, the power of the Dugu Nine Swords would only be infinitely amplified. Jiang Wen relied on Jiang Wen's deep understanding of the Dugu Nine Swords. , whoever gets the upper hand at this time will undoubtedly have a great chance of winning.
But so what, it was like a light in the darkness. Jiang Wen knew it was a trick but had to rush there. He soon came to the edge of a giant tree that even four or five people could not reach even if they hugged each other. There were no weapons left around, but the old tree was covered with sword wounds. The condition was horrifying.
Before he had time to identify the traces, Jiang Wen saw two corpses hanging horizontally high on the tree trunks. Blood was still dripping from the pale fingertips, slowly seeping into the soil under his feet.
Jiang Wen raised the knife and jumped in his hand. He knew that he had come to the right place this time. These two people, dressed in coarse linen and with strong bones, were obviously martial arts masters in disguise. Since their bodies would appear here, Luo Shuang'er must also be there. Not far away.
Halfway around the giant tree, he caught a glimpse of a figure in white sitting quietly under the tree. This woman looks like a young woman, with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, and her skin is as white as snow and rouge. Anyone who looks at her will be amazed by her stunning beauty, and then they can't help but look at her again and again.
That delicate profile face was undoubtedly that of Luo Shuang'er. One of her arms was stained with blood and was placed behind her back. But even this pitiful look of pale blood loss could not cover up her stunning appearance at all.
Jiang Wen hurriedly stepped forward to check, and quickly came to the unconscious Luo Shuang'er. He stretched out his hand to feel her pulse, only to find that her breath and pulse were extremely weak, and she was almost losing all signs of life. Only a trace of warmth remained in her chest.
"who is it……"
When the two people were close to each other, Jiang Wen quietly heard the faint voice of Luo Shuang'er who was in a coma, and quickly responded loudly.
"Don't fall asleep! It's me! I'm here to save you!"
After saying that, Jiang Wen struggled to squeeze out a stream of pure inner energy from the severely depleted and unrecovered Qi Hai's internal energy and penetrated it into Luo Shuang'er's meridians. At the same time, he continued to shout in her ears, hoping to help her regain her consciousness as soon as possible. At the same time, he tried his best to help her up and walk to safety.
Suddenly, Jiang Wen felt the leaves above his head stirring. He immediately raised his knife and looked above his head but found nothing.
But the cause of all this was actually the roots of the tree at his feet. In the twisted and twisted soil, something suddenly began to squirm crazily. A thin, dark hand stretched out unexpectedly and tightened its grip on Jiang Wen's hand. ankle!
Jiang Wen was shocked. He never expected that there would be someone hiding in the thick soil. He lost his guard for a moment and swung the knife with his left hand, about to slash at the strange hand that looked like a dry muntjac sticking out of the soil. Suddenly, I heard the familiar voice of Master An Ren coming from under my feet.
"Be careful, donor...don't be fooled..."
Jiang Wen turned around in astonishment, and the movement of waving the knife stopped in mid-air, but this did not alleviate the warning in his heart - his brain quickly calculated, if it was Monk Anren who suddenly appeared from the soil, then what would really happen? Where is the threat that looms over his back now? !
Just when he hesitated, he heard Luo Shuang'er's voice, attracting his attention again.
"You're finally here, Brother Wen..."
Luo Shuang'er stood up and slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were the most transparent and bright, as if they had crushed stars embedded in them.
When their eyes met, Jiang Wen's eyes burst into disbelief, and a very shallow and thin scar appeared on his throat, just like being cut by a leaf as light as a cicada's wings, and blood spurted out all over the sky.
Luo Shuang'er's originally pale face quickly turned into a flowery smile. She looked as charming and innocent as Jiang Wen had ever seen before. Her cheeks were slightly red, as if she was a boudoir woman in love. Unfortunately, no one saw that she was holding a piece of paper between her delicate fingers. The bloody long sword fell towards Jiang Wen's chest.
"Sister Shuang misses you so much..."
