Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 116

The picture scroll in front of me is like the remains of the Nine Nether Worlds, and it is extremely terrifying.

The fracture on the butcher's neck is uneven, it seems to be cut off after many cuts with a wide knife, but there is still a trace of flesh and blood connected, the black and rotting flesh has long since festered, but the stupid and huge corpse is standing still, wanting to Chasing into sleep has become a lingering nightmare in this ancient alley.

And the tongueless man with a mouth full of blood is still opening his mouth, the blood foam is sprayed on the old door panel, seeping into the original fine and smooth texture, leaving traces instead of the cry he can no longer utter...

Butcher Datou stood intoxicated under the moonlight, lifeless, a strange smell mixed with rancid, stench, and corpse wafted from the streets and alleys, and turned into a dense and floating strange fog that enveloped Jipi Lane.

"Amitabha Buddha. Greedy memory is a sin. After the sin of human beings, they will take shape in the face of decline. They are called ghosts."

Jiang Wen spoke softly, turning a blind eye to the horrifying scene in front of him, but he was more vigilant about the dense strange fog.

"Shurangama Sutra" said that if the ghosts in hell have the habit of resentment, they will take shape when the qi declines.

The counties in central Fujian were the first to develop. The poisonous fog in the Zhuhuisuze Valley in the south has long since dissipated. They shouldn't be breathing, drinking, or even dying. Therefore, the astonishingly thick miasma here is so unbelievable that people dare not act rashly.

At this time, the moonlight night is bright, the cold fog is clear, there are no people in front of and behind the ancient alley, the old trees are dense in the courtyard of the house, only the lanterns at the entrance of the alley are shining in the distance, like a pair of stone lions with red eyes at the entrance of the courtyard of the deep house.

The gate wall of the house is right in the middle of the front yard wall, and the rectangular gate made of stone frame and the same plane as the wall is not too high.

Jiang Wen climbed up the courtyard wall with his hands, supported the tile eaves, and climbed steadily with his light work.Relying on holding his breath, he broke through the cage of strange fog, and rushed straight into the cold night sky to shine with the full moon.Then, in the midst of the cold moon, there was a sword cry like a dragon chant in the sky, and a comet pierced down from the sky like a moon attacking the moon!

The butcher's huge body shook, and Fei Ying had disappeared from the end of the alley.

I saw that the ancient bronze sword in Jiang Wen's hand pierced through the corpse, spewing out blood, poisonous juice and foul-smelling corpse miasma seemingly endlessly, until Jiang Wen rushed across the alley and stood back on the courtyard wall. Only then crashed to the ground.

This sword was light and without a trace, and it was shocking. After Jiang Wen used it, he realized that the tongueless man at the door had disappeared, as if suddenly dissipated in the cold air.

"Do you know where this is? This is the emergency lane."

Jiang Wen swiped the sewage off the sword, put the sword back into its sheath, and said slowly, "You deserve to die twice if you don't hide from me when you see me."

Jipi Lane is adjacent to Palace Lane and Pagoda Lane. The residents of the two places have already fallen asleep, the lights are off, as if they have never heard any movement, and they dare not hear any sound.

At this moment, the alley is full of miasma and evil, and under the moonlight, it exudes colorful and evil shapes. It is no longer suitable for further investigation. Jiang Wen this time, except for the owner's house of Eryouzhai, which has nothing, this trip is almost in vain.

"There's a problem with Keep Lane."

Jiang Wen slowly thought about the scene just now, "The appearance of Butcher Butcher is such a coincidence, someone must have deliberately caused trouble..."

Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Wen went deep into Eryouzhai's master's house and found nothing, and two points can be judged through simple psychological profiling.

First of all, the steatite carvings on the roof ridge were commonly used Ming utensil ornaments in the Han Dynasty, but this owner placed them on the most conspicuous and hardest to be noticed roof.This shows that his character is ostentatious in forbearance, and he is dissatisfied with being in darkness and depression for a long time.

At the same time, Jiang Wen could see that the other party seemed to believe in Buddhism and respect the Three Jewels, and the artifacts collected from various places also deliberately preserved Buddhist objects.

Therefore, this admiration for Buddhism was externalized to this bewildering butcher with the head on his head—Jiang Wen probably guessed that the butcher's correct name should be Zhu Shaluo.

Jin monk Faxian mentioned in "Buddhist State Records", "There is a country named Zhushashiluo. Zhushashiluo means truncated head in Chinese. When the Buddha was a Bodhisattva, he gave his head to others here, so he named it."

There are Buddhist allusions about cutting flesh to feed eagles, giving one's body to feed tigers, and giving eyes to others, all of which are to prove great compassion and great enlightenment, but the story of King Moonlight beheading and giving to people has a hint of horror.

According to legend, the Moonlight King was a Buddha in his previous life. He had a lot of wealth, was kind and generous, and responded to every request. One day, a wicked person claimed to have a headache and begged his head to replace it.

Hearing this, the Moonlight King immediately drew his sword, tied his hair to the tree to straighten his neck, took up the sharp sword with his right hand and swung it vigorously, but it was not completely cut off due to the pain, and then he swung it continuously, again and again, blood spurting continuously. Splashing, until it was completely broken, the headless king fell down...

Therefore, the butcher at the door seemed mysterious and terrifying, but in fact Jiang Wen could detect the religious meaning in him.

The death method of cutting off the head and the identity of the butcher knife in hand are all the Buddhist incarnation of evil retribution, which can give up the ego of external appearances, and persuade the world to do good as soon as possible and turn back to the shore.

But with such a cruel means to persuade people to be kind, Jiang Wen also understands that the other party is by no means a sane person, and he may have fallen into a deeper level of evil. He just wants to use more extreme methods to redeem the five evils World.

"It's the White Lotus Sect again."

Jiang Wen raised his head and said suddenly.

What is false is true, and what is true is false. The behavior of the White Lotus Sect is false and true, and people's lives are ignored. If they do these things, they can be solved easily.

Jiang Wen further speculates that the other party must not know who he is, and the reason for making such a big commotion this time is nothing more than scaring away or luring away two purposes.But no matter what the purpose is, the place they don't want to go to must be the most critical place for them!

I don't know why, since the first meeting in Sanliting, Jiang Wen has always been able to smell the clues of the White Lotus Sect, and he is even more familiar with their deliberate concealment methods.

He would never admit it, some of his ideas and the White Lotus Sect could always be thought of together.

At least his good nine-year compulsory education made him disdain to use these things to create terror and demagoguery.

——After all, he has encountered the truly terrifying thing in the arena more than once.

When Jiang Wen returned to Eryouzhai's owner's house again, the old house corridor was gloomy and gloomy, and the Buddhist hall and study were no different from before, but a faint blood energy permeated the air, as if there was nothing there.

But this time Jiang Wen did not go up to the attic, but looked at a dense ancient well in the courtyard, thoughtfully,
"The tongueless man at the door can suddenly appear at the door, and then disappear from the door for a short time, which means that the vicinity... that is called a tunnel..."

Jiang Wen approached the ancient well, stroking the rough and slippery edge of the well, imagining that the bucket and cable rubbed against the stone wall countless times, drawing cold water from the dark spring.

The well is the place where the ground is pierced. The well mouth is so narrow that it should be impossible for anyone to enter, but if someone does something during this sinking project, will it be a matter of course...

Jiang Wen went around the well and tapped the slate floor lightly with the hilt of his sword. Sure enough, he noticed a strange sound under a bluestone slab.

Moving away the heavy stone slab, a denser miasma drifted out from it, and the strange mist seemed to be transformed into poisonous, ugly snakes and worms, gushing out from the bottomless cavern come out.

Jiang Wen, with the success power of Wuming's same style, is running You Tanzhi's same style of "The Sutra of Desiring Samadhi Breaking Actions and Accomplishing God's Foot". He uses his unique method of exercise to dissolve poisonous gas, and even by dissolving miasma poisonous substance, he can recover slowly. Watching the loss of the Nine Suns Divine Art tonight.

Jumping into the crypt, Jiang Wen walked slowly along the corridor that can only be walked by bending over, and finally saw a cold purple candle burning in the distance.

From the moment he saw the candlelight, Jiang Wen found that his field of vision changed from head to toe to an octagonal overturned building paved with large green bricks, with various patterns of running deer and lotus engraved on the bricks.Further forward, bucket arches, false doors, and false windows are all available, and several imitation wood semicircular columns support the square and narrow space.

At this time, the fake bluestone door had been pushed open, and there was a lifelike half-turned-side maid carved on the door, standing there with a huanhua bun, looking at Jiang Wen, leaning against the door, covering her mouth with a smile, almost opening her mouth in the blink of an eye say.

But where the cold candles were shining, there were no traces of living people, only a huge faded red coffin quietly placed on the coffin bed.

The coffin board, which had been forcibly pushed away before, could not block the view, and one could clearly see an ancient corpse in a jade belt and silk robe, lying quietly in the silken sutra quilt that had turned into splendor gray. The corpse shrank and did not rot, as if sleeping ...

This house was actually built on top of an unknown tomb!

　An eunuch is impossible to be an eunuch, and it is impossible to be an eunuch in this life. Only by checking the information and continuing to talk nonsense can we maintain our life
　　
　
(End of this chapter)