"It's really lively tonight."
Xia Zhichan pushed open the window in his room. He burped and looked at the bursts of blue smoke rising in the large yard not far away with blurred eyes. He then turned back to look at the two men confronting each other on the roof. people.
The confrontation between the two people did not last long. The burly man's body shook for a while, and the sword that was originally raised high did not chop down.
At this time, I heard Mr. Huang say in a calm voice:
"You've already been stabbed in the lower back. If you forcefully use your internal strength again, it will only widen your wound."
The strong man gritted his teeth and kept holding the knife high with both hands, trying hard to swallow back the blood that surged into his throat.
Even though it was just a stab in the back, it was more dangerous than a stab in the heart.
Anyone who practices martial arts knows that force starts from the ground, then goes from the legs to the waist, then from the waist to the shoulders, and from the shoulders to the arms. That's why those who practice martial arts first practice Zama Step since childhood, just to develop their waist strength. After all, the waist is in the middle of the human body, and it can be said to play a key role in connecting the previous and the following.
The timing of the thrust of this flying knife was also extremely perfect, just when the strength of the strong man reached from his legs to his waist, before it reached his shoulders.
At this time, the flying knife pierced the lower back, disrupting the transportation of strength in the strong man's body, causing the strength that had been condensed into a point in his body to be instantly dispersed.
Mr. Huang just shook his head and took two steps forward. One hand held the handle of the broadsword hanging in the air, and the other hand used gentle force to slap the burly man off the roof.
"Pfft..."
The burly man was knocked to the ground, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to get up from the ground, and the men in black who had fallen to the ground quickly ran over to help the strong man.
"Come on, the idea is tough. (The opponent is too powerful, we are no match.)"
Watching the men in black disappear into the distant night, Mr. Huang did not take action again, but turned his head to look at the situation in the middle of the large courtyard.
The blue smoke gathered in the middle of the yard and never dispersed, and it was impossible to see what was happening under the mist.
Meow~
With a meow, the black cat emerged from the cuff of Xia Zhichan's left sleeve with a furry little head. She opened her small mouth and stretched out her pink tongue to lick the fluff on her right paw.
"It...is it?"
Xia Zhichan seemed to be mumbling to herself, but in fact she was asking the cat demon in her sleeves. There is a fragment of a golden human head in the cat demon's body, so she will instinctively look for the same fragment. This is how Xia Zhichan looks for other scattered fragments.
Meow~
The black cat let out another milky cry, and then got back into Xia Zhichan's left sleeve.
Seeing the uninterested look on the black cat, Xia Zhichan estimated that the supernatural occurrence this time had nothing to do with the golden head.
But as a five-color spiritual officer, how could he watch the demons causing trouble and ignore them.
Xia Zhichan took out the red wine gourd, and he raised his head and took a sip of wine. This wine gourd is a special magic weapon passed down from the ancestors of Lingguan lineage, and the wine that can be stored in it is naturally not ordinary wine.
Taking a deep breath, Xia Zhichan spat out the invisible energy in his body mixed with the smell of immortal wine in an instant.
A tangible white gas swirled into the blue smoke.
The white gas is like a red-hot iron rod, easily dispersing the blue smoke and melting it. Not long after, the blue smoke that originally enveloped the entire courtyard dissipated, revealing the bodyguards lying on the ground.
"It's not even close."
The white qi just now was actually the invisible sword qi in Xia Zhichan's body using the Immortal's stimulating method. If he had already cultivated his true energy, the white energy he just breathed out should at least be in the shape of a sword.
Invisible Sword Qi is a partial technique that Xia Zhichan found out from three thousand classics of the year. The reason why this technique is partial is that it doesn't pay attention to any cultivation method at all, it only depends on talent.
Wait until all the blue smoke dissipates.
Xia Zhichan turned over and jumped out of the window, falling down as lightly as a leaf. Mr. Huang, who was still standing on the roof, secretly applauded and praised in his heart that this young man's Qinggong was really good.
How did he know that Xia Zhichan was not using Qinggong, but some rudimentary immortal arts and Taoism.
When Mr. Huang saw Xia Zhichan fall into the yard, he just tightened the wooden box he had been carrying on his back, and then tiptoed, it fell as lightly as a leaf.
This is a solid Qing Gong that he has practiced hard for decades.
"Could it be that you are a heavenly master?"
Mr. Huang has been traveling all over the country for so many years, and he has encountered a lot of demons and monsters. The only person who can blow away the mist of demons and evil spirits so easily is the Celestial Master on Longhu Mountain.
"No, he's just a nosy person..."
Xia Zhichan smiled and turned his attention directly to the bluestone wellhead in the southwest corner. There was already nothing there, as if nothing happened just now.
Seeing that Xia Zhichan was unwilling to reveal her background, Mr. Huang didn't ask any more questions. He understands that most of these people who seek immortality and seek Taoism have weird tempers, and it is better not to provoke them easily.
He turned his eyes and looked at the well, but found nothing unusual.
So he turned around and tested the breath of the escorts who fell on the ground one by one. After checking everyone's breath, Mr. Huang breathed a sigh of relief.
Everything is fine. Although their breath was weak, all the escorts were not in danger of their lives.
"They're fine, they're just possessed by evil spirits. Let the waiter make some anti-evil soup and drink it for them and they'll be fine."
Xia Zhichan walked to the entrance of the bluestone well and looked into the water inside, but saw nothing. He wasn't in a hurry either. This female ghost didn't seem to have deep spiritual knowledge, and she might have just taken shape.
He picked up the wine pot that had been placed next to the bluestone wellhead at night and shook it from side to side. He could still hear the sound of wine hitting the pot wall inside.
He originally left this pot of wine as a back-up move for the female ghost, but now he has changed his mind and does not intend to eliminate her directly.
He took a sip of wine and sucked all the invisible sword energy originally hidden in the wine bottle back into his body. Then he poured the rest of the pot of wine into the bluestone well.
The face of a woman with disheveled hair and tears of blood appeared on the surface of the water in the well. She opened her mouth and sucked in all the wine Xia Zhichan poured into her mouth.
After the bottle of wine was gone, Xia Zhichan threw the bottle aside.
The woman in the well made a swallowing motion. She might have been too drunk, but a blush appeared on her cheeks that were originally as pale as paper.
She smiled charmingly and disappeared among the waves.
…
At the end of the night, there is only one sound of the golden rooster crowing.
The peeling paint gate of a dilapidated ancient temple in the east of the city was pushed open. A few dead leaves that fell at the door were blown by the wind. They walked into the courtyard one step ahead of the visitors.
The young novices responsible for cleaning the courtyard turned their heads one by one and glanced at the sudden visitor.
Xia Zhichan felt a little strange. He shook his left sleeve unnaturally, and then slowly walked into the main hall.
"Amitabha."
I only heard a voice in the main hall, calling out the Buddha's name in a low voice.
I don’t know when this ancient temple was built, but it is now in dilapidated condition. Even the most majestic Mahavira Hall is ventilated from all sides, and even the roof above the head, which is supposed to provide shelter from wind and rain, lacks bricks and tiles.
Fortunately, the inside of the main hall was relatively clean. It was so clean that there was nothing there.
There were only two patched futons in front of the high platform in the center of the hall. There are two figures sitting cross-legged on it, both of them are the same dry and thin ones.
It's just that one person wears a cassock and the other person wears a Taoist robe.
One monk, one group.
"Almsgiver Xia has come a long way. Please forgive me for being rude to this poor monk."
The monk didn't even open his eyes, he just clasped his hands and said with a smile.
The Taoist priest next to him also clasped his hands together like Tai Chi and bowed.
"Both of you are highly qualified, so I'll get straight to the point..."
Xia Zhichan looked at the ground. There was not even an extra futon, and she didn't even have a place to sit down. The ground should have been a smooth floor paved with bluestone, but now there is not even a single stone slab, only the yellow earth below is exposed.
"There is an old shop here called Dongjia Old Shop. This shop... is a black shop, right?"
"It's a black shop."
The monk nodded gently, holding the sandalwood rosary that had been rotating in his hand without stopping for a moment.
"Did the female ghost in the well behind the store die unjustly and tragically..."
"It was an unjust death."
The Taoist priest on the side also nodded.
"Even if it's a black shop, there are still people who die unjustly. Then..."
Xia Zhichan turned over her sleeves, pointed her finger at the two people who were still sitting motionless on the futon, and stared:
"I dare to ask you two, how can you sit here and be indifferent!"
Watch with cold eyes the thieves raising their weapons, killing people and taking their money. If ordinary people can only talk about protecting themselves, then why do these two people who have already cultivated to a high level turn a blind eye to the tragic situation that is happening in front of them?
In this world, there are not too few people who stand by and watch other people's jokes, but too many.
"Amitabha, everything in the world has cause and effect. All the suffering today is the result of what was sown yesterday."
At this time, the rising sun passed through the tile-less holes in the roof, and the bright sunlight fell down, landing on where the monk was sitting.
The halo of light covered the monk with a brilliant cassock made of gold.
It was as if the legendary Buddha had descended into the world.
"So, what Master means is to ignore him? Let the murderer go free, and let the innocent soul die in vain!"
Xia Zhichan took two steps closer. For a moment, she was so angry that she didn't even care about her usual demeanor, and her saliva was about to spurt out.
"Amitabha."
The monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice without saying a word.
The Taoist priest on the side twisted his beard and said nothing. Behind him was a three-foot sword used to ward off demons and protect the Tao. I think back then, I used to draw my sword out of its scabbard and slay demons with it, ensuring a safe and peaceful land. Now I don’t know how many years it has been since I took it out of its sheath.
It's a pity that the iron sword used to slay demons has long been rusted, and now there is a wooden sword without an edge in the scabbard.
The iron sword is sharp, but it doesn't last long.
A wooden sword lasts, but is useless.
"Xia Lingguan, you are so confident in your words. But when will there be no lonely souls and evil spirits in this world, and when will there be no treacherous people in this world?"
The Taoist priest spoke for the first time. Instead of defending himself, he went to question Xia Zhichan.
"Hehehe, hehehe..."
Xia Zhichan didn't answer, but sneered. He didn't even bother to say another word.
I originally thought that the two masters living in seclusion here should be people with profound cultivation who are willing to help the world and save people. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be two cowards, huddled in a ruined temple, watching with cold eyes and pretending to be carefree.
A ruined temple, two grass balls, and two people sitting in front of the high platform.
Generally, on the central high platform of the main hall is a tall golden body of Tathagata. Inside this ruined temple, there is a stone sculpture of a human being in the center. The humanoid sculpture is also sitting cross-legged, but its face cannot be seen clearly, and there are no decorations on its body.
It looks like it was carved by an ordinary stonemason in the village. Rough and stubborn, without any redeeming qualities. I don’t know what’s so good about this sculpture that it allowed these two people to sit here for many years.
Along with the anger, the invisible sword energy rose from the Dantian and began to flow along the Zhoutian meridians. Every time it circulates for a small week, the sword energy will increase by three points.
Thirty-six weeks is Xia Zhichan's current limit.
call--
With his sleeves shaking, a sword energy came out like a rainbow.
