Yun Kong screamed loudly in the fire, the Taoist robe on his body caught fire, and his skin, hair and eyes were quickly devoured by the flames.
This fire is not an ordinary fire. Even if a person is cremated with ordinary fire, it will take half a day, and there is no guarantee that it will be burned cleanly. This demonic fire is extremely blazing, penetrating into the muscles and bones, and boiling even non-flammable flesh and blood in an instant.
"God's will..." Polu sighed sadly. Seeing this scene, he was already very desperate. He knew that even if he put out the fire, he would not survive, so he could only watch Yun Kong rolling on the ground.
Yankong had nothing to do, so he simply sat down and chanted sutras, hoping to help Yunkong reduce his pain.
Soon, the clouds stopped moving, and the fire burned to its heart's content. Finally, only a human-shaped charcoal was left on the ground.
The flames disappeared without a trace, leaving bursts of pungent burnt odor in the air, the unique stench of human flesh and bones.
Ruo Lu stared at the scorched corpse on the ground, waves of grief beating in his heart.
He managed to let the child escape for so many years, but he still died in the fire.
"I hope you won't encounter disaster in the next life." Po Lu stepped forward and stared at Yun Kong's body: "Send you back to Yinshan Temple and let Master Deng Xin and Deng Huo save you."
The sound of running footsteps came from the mountain road, and two strong monks ran over panting, holding a roll of sheets in their hands: "Taoist Master Broken Lu, don't touch Yun Kong!"
Po Lu and Yan Kong looked at them in astonishment.
"Abbott Master has ordered that Yun Kong be brought back to Yinshan Temple for salvation!"
Po Lu was about to do just that.
The two monks seemed to have been trained for a long time. One kneeled on one side, the other spread out the sheets, and the other gently carried Yun Kong's charred corpse into the sheets. The two worked together to roll up Yun Kong and wrap him up so that he would not be exposed. outside.
"Abbott Master ordered us to return to Yinshan Temple as soon as possible. Please follow us, the two Taoist priests." With that, the two monks ran up the mountain as briskly as jumping.
Po Lu was so anxious that he forgot about the pain in his thighs and tried his best to catch up with them. In order to protect his master, Yan Kong ran behind Po Lu.
It has always been easier to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain, but the quick actions of the two monks in front drove Master Polu and his disciples to speed up their pace, and they saw the mountain gate of Yinshan Temple before it was dark.
As soon as they entered the temple gate, they immediately walked into the main hall and closed the huge temple door.
Polu and Yankong felt that the atmosphere was unusual and watched with bated breath.
The temple door was closed, and the hall was dark, with only the slanting sunlight penetrating through the sill above.
The two monks placed the sheet covering Yun Kong on the ground and carefully opened it, revealing the human-shaped charcoal that was still smelling pungent.
Dengxin and Denghuo had been waiting aside for a long time. They walked to the scorched corpse. Dengxin stopped smiling and squatted down with a serious expression, using his fingers to explore the neck of the scorched corpse.
Dengxin smiled. He looked up at the ragged shoes and showed him his usual silly smile.
Deng Xin put his hand on the charred corpse and pushed it with a little force. A pile of charcoal fell to the ground, revealing the intact skin.
Polu was startled for a moment, and then he exclaimed.
"Master!" Yankong also saw it, and hurriedly ran forward to help remove the charcoal from Yunkong's body. Sure enough, under a lot of black charcoal, there was an intact Yunkong - except for the clothes and clothes on his body. All the hair has been burned clean.
Yunkong's nose twitched and he began to inhale hard. He seemed very weak and could only open his eyes a little: "Master..."
"What's the matter?" Po Lu was extremely happy, and the wrinkles on his face squeezed into a weird look of dumbfounding.
"I can't be burned to death..."
Everyone around laughed.
"Welcome back," said the lighting master.
They put clothes on Yunkong and slowly helped him up.
This is a huge city.
It was called Tokyo, the correct name was Kaifeng Prefecture, and later it was called Bianjing or Bianliang.
The vast moat, the wide streets, countless stalls, and the endless crowds of people.
In fact, at that time, this was the largest city in the world, with a population of over one million.
The city is full of lively markets, and commercial activities are unprecedentedly developed, which is unprecedented and unprecedented in ancient Chinese history.
There is a two-story restaurant in the market, which is full of customers even in broad daylight.
The door of the restaurant is very wide, and there is a high archway above the roof, so that drinkers can see it from a long distance. The three characters "Ping An Building" are hung beside the door, which is worthy of its name.
Indeed, since the "Ping An Building" opened more than 30 years ago, no unpleasant incident has ever happened. It is indeed a very safe place, because no matter how irritable the guests are, as soon as they enter this building, their anger will disappear immediately. Without a trace.
It is said that the man who started the business at that time - the father of the current boss - was very knowledgeable about Feng Shui. The position of every decoration in the teahouse was designed, and even the patterns carved on the roof beams were carefully selected. Therefore, no matter whether there is violence, murder, ferocity, or evil, when it comes in, it will be a harmonious atmosphere.
On the second floor of the tea house, there was a young man sitting by the railing. He was drinking tea and looking at the crowds of people on the street.
He saw two very interesting things.
"Shu'er, Shu'er." Without moving his eyes, he waved his hand to greet his servant.
"Here we come, young master." It was a child of about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Look what that is." Young Master pointed towards the street.
The head is crowded on a bamboo pole, and a strip of cloth is hung on the bamboo pole, which is written in large and elegant characters: "Divination and fortune telling. Strange and difficult diseases." There are also two copper bells tied to the bamboo pole.
"Just an ordinary charlatan, young master." Shu'er said.
"I know," the young master said, "but he doesn't even move."
The crowds seemed unable to make the warlock move. Looking down from upstairs, he looked like a lonely beach in the river.
"His horse steps are very steady." Shu'er said.
"Look at the flagpole over there again." The young master took a sip of strong tea.
There is a small wine shop opposite the tea house, and there are no less people buying wine than Ping An Lou. In front of the wine shop, a thick flagpole is erected to distinguish Ping An Lou. On the flagpole, a large piece of blue cloth with red edges is hung. , wrote "Wangyoupu" in three thick European style characters.
Strangely, there was a man squatting on the flagpole.
It's a squatting person.
The "charlatan" standing on the street was looking at the man squatting on the flagpole.
The young master looked down at Wangyou Shop, searching for the reason for its constant flow of customers. When he saw a wooden sign outside the door saying "Cuiyu Loujiao Shop", the young master unconsciously said "oh" and murmured: " No wonder, no wonder.”
The "Cuiyu House" far away from the city gate just won the championship in this year's wine tasting competition. Although Wangyou Shop is not like Ping'an House, which has a government license to brew its own wine, it only needs to state in the letter that it is " Cuiyu Loujiao Shop" is enough to bring in drinkers.
The young master waved to Shu'er and pointed at the clerk.
"Waiter." Shu'er immediately called the store clerk over.
"What's the matter, sir?" The waiter quickly came over with a playful smile and a rag on his shoulder, half walking and half jumping.
"Do you know who the person squatting on the flagpole is?" Shu'er asked.
"Sorry, I don't know who it is," the waiter said with a smile, "but he has been squatting there for several days."
"How long?" Young Master said.
"Oh, it turns out to be you, Mr. Yu," the waiter's smile grew wider: "It's been four days."
"Four days have been a long time," Mr. Yu said, "You haven't come down even a day?"
"Never came down for a moment."
"Chess, Hua'er." Mr. Yu called again. It turns out that he has four servants, named Qin, Qi, Shu and Hua.
"Yes." The two servants responded.
"Qi'er goes and invites the warlock, and Hua'er goes and invites the weirdo on the flagpole."
There are so many people, how can we invite them?
Although they are servants, these two servants are tall and strong, while the other two servants are as strong as chickens.
They walked to the edge of the building and leaned on the railing.
Qi'er yelled down: "Hey──fortune teller──!"
The charlatan really raised his head.
Qi'er then shouted: "My master asks you to come up, come up!" With a wave of his arm, a rope shot down like a long snake, tightly wrapping the warlock's bamboo pole.
Mr. Yu showed his face from the fence on the second floor and waved to the warlock. The warlock hesitated for a while before nodding in agreement.
"Come up!" Qi'er shouted.
The warlock grasped the rope tightly with his hands, and saw Qi'er suddenly pulling him from the street to the second floor of Ping'an Building.
