When Ye Wumian arrived at Guanwang Temple, he looked carefully at the main hall and the wing rooms one by one, and found two more corpses.
It was Junior Brother Pan and Junior Brother Ma who were lighting the fire in the kitchen.
Junior Brother Pan was not as good as Shun Tong, so he was probably killed by the crazy Junior Brother Ma with a sword; Junior Brother Ma might have inhaled too much poisonous evil miasma, fainted, and was unlucky enough to fall into the boiling oil pan.
When Ye Wumian walked in to take a look, the aroma of meat had already filled the entire kitchen. Junior Brother Ma and Junior Brother Sun both went through fire and water and were swollen by the boiling water.
Poor Junior Brother Sun's head was floating on the water, his eyes bulging out in fear, bobbing up and down in the bubbles of boiling water.
"You are a slightly better person, what a pity."
Ye Wumian sighed with emotion, and without stopping, he came to the main hall and picked up the green sword that had been placed on the ground by Senior Brother Mi.
This sword is quite spiritual. As soon as you take hold of it, the green light that was about to extinguish is like oil being poured on a fire. It jumps up and becomes strong for a moment.
It almost competes with the torches stuck in the four corners of the hall for glory.
"This sword shows such a strange phenomenon. Could it be that it is connected with my mind and recognizes me as its master?"
Ye Wumian was overjoyed, stroking the sword and praising it profusely.
Legend has it that when the sword meets Allah, various visions will appear.
In the hands of Senior Brother Mi, the brilliance of the Qingzhi Sword faded away, and it was forced to be buried in the dust; in the hands of Ye Wumian, it wanted to make the green light burst out like fire.
Comparing the before and after, after thinking about the two aspects, Ye Wumian became more and more sure that the Qingzhi Sword was destined to be with him.
"Qing~"
The long sword was unsheathed, bringing out the sound of dragon roar, and the silence of the night sky seemed to be broken by the sound of the sword roar.
The cyan sword body shines like warm jade, exuding heat and moistening Ye Wumian's hands. He poured out his inner energy and attached it to the sword.
The internal force gradually covered the ancient inscriptions and carvings on the sword body, making the green light brighter, rolling and surging, like a raging sea wave, rushing along the sword body.
Before Ye Wumian could use his move, the sword energy was already leaking out bit by bit, distorting the surrounding air by three points.
The powerful force made the pine pattern sword on the side tremble.
Obviously, Songwen is not as good as Qingzhi, and he is like this because he is suppressed by its power.
When facing enemies in the future, having the Qingzhi Sword in hand can even make up for the lack of cultivation and swordsmanship, and can become a decisive factor in winning the battle.
"That being the case, Qingzhijian, you will follow me from now on and help me travel the world together. Although I am not as good as Changshan Zhao Zilong, I am much stronger than your second master Xia Houen, and I will not let you be buried. The pearl is covered in dust!”
Ye Wumian muttered to himself, and Qing Zhijian seemed to understand, and actively made the sword chirp, trembling with excitement, wishing he could immediately confront the enemy and make his first achievement.
Ye Wumian returned the sword to its sheath and looked at the green light on the sword's body, but then said: "Although the Qingzhi sword is good, the light is too bright. As the saying goes, 'If the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them.' It's always like this. If it is so bright, it will be too eye-catching, and it will attract people who are greedy for swords, which will be bad."
As soon as he finished speaking, the green sword suddenly lost its light, stopped shaking slightly, and the small seal script on the scabbard seemed to have faded a bit.
The green and black sword body, even if the four torches illuminate each other, has no luster. It is inconspicuous like a pile of dry firewood and cannot attract any attention.
In this way, sleepless nights of worries can be put to rest.
Nightless, I exclaimed that it was magical. I played with it up and down and couldn't put it down. It was even better than the pine pattern sword.
Put away the green sword and put it on your waist.
He had the experience of wearing two swords at the same time. Even though the Qingzhi Sword was slightly heavier, he didn't feel it was a burden.
After opening the door, he took off the reins of the horses tied by the group of men and women, patted the horses' butts, and urged them to flee in all directions.
Only the youngest and strongest white horse was left, and he led it to a safe area, patted the horse's head, and said with a smile: "But I can't let you go. In the future, the mountains are high and the roads are long, and I will have to rely on your foot strength."
This horse was very cold and did not respond to his words either salty or cold.
He just shook his head, flapped his ears a few times, swept his ponytail back and forth, and blew out hot air from his mouth.
Wu Mian returned to the temple and bowed respectfully under the broken statue of Guan Gong. With a serious face, he said in a deep voice:
"Guan Gong Rong reported: The scattered people in Jianghu were sleepless at night. They passed by this place and stayed at Guibao Temple. They woke up in the middle of the night and encountered some strong men. They hid on the top of the temple and saw through his wrathful deeds. They wanted to kill them. However, relying on Guan Gong's divine power to attack first, the fans were confused. Their minds were confused, causing them to kill each other, and they all died one after another. There were also eight victims of the children in the temple. All of them had no way to recover, and their souls returned to the underworld.
Today, sleepless nights, I implore you to tear down your noble temple and burn it with fire, burning all the good and evil in the temple to ashes. When the ghost messenger comes, send the child to the afterlife; but be sure to capture the souls of the evil men and women so that no one escapes the net, and immediately ask the City God's Mansion to interrogate them, determine the guilt, and escort them to the underworld, or fry them in oil pans, or burn them with fierce fires. body, make him make amends for the evil he did during his lifetime! "
After saying that, Ye Wumian kowtowed solemnly three times, raised his head and looked at the statue of Guan Zheng, without squinting, with an upright mind and no distracting thoughts. He looked at it for a long time.
"When the fire breaks out, it will definitely affect Guan Gong's golden body. If there is any offense, I will come back to make amends after a hundred years of sleepless nights and my soul is lost."
Bow three more times and kowtow.
Looking at the corpses strewn across the hall from the corner of his eyes, he rushed to the kitchen without sleep and put piles of dry firewood on top of the main hall.
After a while, a fire broke out in the temple, and the green sword shot out of the sky. Ye Wumian stood up in excitement, and with one sword "who is like me when the cold wind blows", broke and folded the temple beams and added them to the fire.
The fire became more fierce, peeling and peeling, like Zhu Rong waving the fire flag, soaring into the sky, reflecting the white snow.
I think it won't be long before this temple will be burned to the ground.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but I smelled the aroma of barbecue. Ye Wumian frowned and stopped staying. He went to fetch the horse, hugged the child, and prepared to go out of the mountain along the road.
Under the snowy light, the peace blessing and longevity lock hanging on the child's chest are very conspicuous.
Ye Wumian trembled and looked carefully at the child's face.
I was anxious before and only took a careless glance, but I never looked at it carefully.
Now that everything was settled, he clearly recognized that the child who was sleeping peacefully was actually the grandson in the arms of the old woman who gave him food and wine during the day.
I looked at the swaddling clothes again and again, matching the baby's face with the memories from the day. I recalled the conversations between Senior Brother Mi and the others. I was sleepless all night, my fists clattering, and I looked back at the light and black smoke behind me. There was a bone-chilling coldness in his eyes.
It finally turned into a sigh of helplessness.
After a long time, he got on his horse, waved his whip, and drove the white horse, which he was not familiar with, towards the old woman's farmhouse.
This horse is very smart. It avoids deep pits and difficult sections along the road. It takes less than two and a quarter of hours to reach its destination over the three to four miles of snowy terrain.
Ye Wumian got off the horse, hugged the child, and stood blankly in front of the thatched house.
The smell of blood hit his nostrils, and the four sections of corpses were boiling and hurting his eyes.
