After re-establishing Qi Fan Guan, Shen Yuanqiong lived in seclusion and simplicity, like a spider entrenched in the center of a cobweb, quietly spinning its threads and wiring. Unless necessary, he rarely went out to stir up trouble. What is elusive is that he keeps a low profile while showing off his talents. He behaves in such a contradictory and moody manner that he doesn't sell anyone's face. Therefore, except for the big sects who want to beg him, few people are willing to get close to him. As a result, Qifan Guan was able to stay out of the chaos and act independently in the chaos sweeping Xia.
After quietly laying out the plan, when the heat was finally high, and just about to "sharpen the sword against the pigs and sheep", the Three Saints Sect made fun of them and "sent me a pillow if I feel sleepy", which was really an unexpected surprise. According to the news sent by Xiao Yazhi, Master Huoyun massacred a village at the foot of Thorny Mountain. He was ruthless and did not leave any chickens or dogs behind. However, that was already ten days ago. The murderer had already escaped, but Shen Yuanqiong He didn't care and still headed towards Thorny Mountain.
The Thorny Mountain stretches for nearly a hundred miles. It is covered with thorns and the roads are difficult to navigate, but it is a "granary" for famine relief. In addition to wild vegetables, snakes, rats, birds and birds are also rare delicacies. The villages under the mountain count on this favor to eat from the mountain. things. No one expected that a bloody disaster would fall from the sky. Those monks, who were aloof and never looked at ants from the corner of their eyes, would kill an entire village and burn it to ashes, leaving no one alive.
After ten days, the smoke and ashes dispersed, leaving only a piece of scorched earth, broken walls and ruins. Burnt corpses were scattered everywhere, with flesh and bones cut off. It was too horrible to see. Everything was silent everywhere. Shen Yuanqiong was walking among the ruins, with brutal figures swaying in front of his eyes. The dead souls lingered on, wailing silently. Master Huo Yun did not act alone. He also had a group of desperadoes acting as minions to help him do evil. His hands might be clean and not stained with any blood.
However, there are also disadvantages of being too crowded. When you leave, you leave clues behind. Even though they are cleaned up, they are still hidden from the eyes of interested people. Shen Yuanqiong chased for hundreds of miles and came to a mountain stream. No trace was left. He was too lazy to search around. He closed his eyes and his spiritual thoughts spread like ripples. In the darkness, two light spots danced, one in the east. One to the west, one far and one near, one bright and one dark.
He has achieved some success in the fifth level of the "Bait Technique". He can sense the beating of souls of living beings through his spiritual thoughts, which are vaguely distinguishable like the flickering of fireflies in the dark night. Mortal souls are too weak and cannot be detected unless they are close at hand. However, the "Soul Refining Technique" strengthens the souls, no longer as subtle as a firefly, and as bright as a bright lamp. There is no way for them to hide, no matter where they are hiding. , were all caught out by Shen Yuanqiong.
Shen Yuanqiong opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips, turned around and fled to the west. In no time, he found a casual cultivator in a mountain col, sitting alone in the middle of a hollow tree, concentrating his energy. , very hidden. Shen Yuanqiong flicked his finger, and a ray of golden thread rippled out, breaking the "eyesight trick". The casual cultivator changed his color in shock and jumped out of the tree hole. He had obviously just experienced a bloody battle and finally escaped here to recover from his injuries. He was blinded in one left eye, had a broken right arm, and was covered in bruises. Even the magic weapon was incomplete and only half of the blade was left.
When he met Shen Yuanqiong face to face, the casual cultivator breathed a sigh of relief. He was not an enemy, and maybe they could discuss it. He subconsciously stood firm, his face twitched, and when he was trying to force a smile, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the golden thread passed by, beheading a six-yang leader. Shen Yuanqiong used a trick to take his soul into his palm, and floated away before the decapitated body fell to the ground.
Half an hour later, he found a lone monk at the foot of Thorn Mountain and asked a few more questions before taking action. The monk saw that Shen Yuanqiong had a dignified appearance and did not look like a sycophant, so he was not too wary. He poured beans out of a bamboo tube and claimed to be from the Grotto Temple, with the Buddhist name "Huiming". He walked away with his brothers and was hungry. He went to a village to beg for alms, but he encountered a hell on earth. He became angry and searched for the murderer. He wandered around for several days before he finally found this place.
Seeing that he was quite good at tracking, Shen Yuanqiong temporarily changed his mind, spared his life for the time being, and handed him a few pieces of white flour dry biscuits. Na Huiming adhered to the Buddhist law and refrained from killing. He had been chewing tree bark and leaves for the past few days. He was already too hungry. He took the dry biscuits and his eyes shone as if he had found a treasure. He swallowed his saliva and was not in a hurry to eat. He respectfully asked the other party's name and origin. After learning that the visitor was Master Qifan Guan Shen, who was entrusted by the head of the Three Saints Sect Teng to track down the murderer Huoyun Master, Huiming felt relieved and ate heartily. Dry biscuit, do you punch it in the chest with a fist, straighten your neck and swallow it hard.
With food in his belly, Huiming's spirit was lifted. His mind was simple.
There was no Buddhist grudge, since they were all here to pursue the evildoer, and he invited the other party to go with them, which suited Shen Yuanqiong's heart, so he agreed casually. The two traveled together, and Huiming indeed had a good track record. He was meticulous, patient and sharp, and he often picked up the broken clues, like a divine help. It turns out that he was born as an Orion hunter and was not ordained at a young age. He followed his father across mountains and ridges to follow animal tracks. When he was thirteen years old, he was enlightened by an eminent monk and put down his butcher knife and converted to Buddhism. The skills he acquired in childhood were deeply ingrained. Used.
Fortunately, there were few people traveling in the wilderness, and there had been no heavy rains in recent days. Huiming followed the trail and saw a ruined temple on the mountainside in the distance when it was dark. Candles were shining brightly, and rude noises could be heard vaguely in the wind. Huiming was brave and courageous, and he broke into the ruined temple at the head of the crowd. He saw about a dozen extremely vicious people, shouting and drinking around the fire, drinking heavily and eating large pieces of meat. He saw a monk standing at the door. He was stunned for a few breaths and was not aware of the commotion in the hall. Laughing, clamoring for the fat sheep to be delivered to the door, just in time to add another dish.
Among them were Taoists, monks, lay people, men and women, old and young. They all seemed to be evil heretics who did not blink an eye at murder. Huiming was afraid that he might get the wrong person, so he asked them if they were the murderers who massacred the village a few days ago. The criminals pretended to be deaf and mute, and no one had an answer. They stood up and blocked the door one by one, ready to attack. The Bodhisattva lowered his brows, showed compassion for the six paths, and with angry Vajra eyes subdued the four demons. Huiming clenched his fists and shouted angrily: "Where is Master Huoyun?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in shock, their eyes flashed fiercely, and they rushed forward without saying a word. Huiming's heart was like a clear mirror, and he showed no fear. He activated his "indestructible body" and fought with all his strength. His iron fists were indestructible, and he could shake all kinds of magical weapons, causing sparks to fly and never fall behind. The Grotto Temple is one of the four Buddhist temples. The chosen disciple is unusual. Huiming has a long spirit and is outnumbered. His forehead was slashed by a flying sword, and his face was covered with blood. He refused to retreat on his own, but the murderers fell one after another. Several of them were timid and timid.
The bonfire was flying, and the figures were swaying. I don’t know when, but a figure appeared outside the door. Standing under the cold moonlight, he quietly watched the fierce fighting in the temple, his mood was waning, as if he were watching ants pecking each other.
