Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 140 Three

The long night seemed endless, when Jiang Wen once again stood at the entrance of Nether Alley, looking at the desolate streets and alleys filled with water vapor and moss, he fell into deep thought.

"It's been a long time since the third watch, why don't you have any intention of dawn?"

Jiang Wen, who is silent, can always taste some familiar things in this kind of night, hoping that maybe crossing this street and turning a certain corner, he can meet the familiar neon lights and thousands of tourists , There will still be busy taxis wandering the streets and alleys, and the low and clear voice of the midnight radio station comes from the car.

But after passing through the mist, there is still only the lonely low tower standing at the entrance of the Nether Alley, and the whirling and gloomy wind echoes endlessly.

The moment they stepped into this place, the black and white phantoms leading the way disappeared in the air. They were unwilling to face the place where their master died and the master and apprentice suddenly parted forever.

Jiang Wen actually didn't want to come here, but he knew that he was determined not to avoid this alley tonight.

The key to invoking the White Lotus Sect lies in the Madonna of the Red Lotus, in the Nether Edition, and in the Nine Nether Scriptures, and it must be in this Nether Lane, which seems to belong only to the dead.

The heavy Hengmen still presses against the sky of the alley, countless stone carvings of couplets left by the Song Dynasty have been worn away, but the high walls rebuilt in the Ming Dynasty still guard the sides majestically.On the left side of the ghost bookstore, the evil wind gusts, and the broken chapters and pages are rolled up all over the floor, swaying and colorful like paper money floating on the grave.

The crumbling houses and scaffolding survived with difficulty, and they were still covered with dirty ink paper that was printed not long ago. When the wind blows, they turn into ghost butterflies flying all over the sky, ready to pounce on people.

Jiang Wen stepped into it, and there was no trace of the zombies that stood in a row. Presumably, they were cleaned and collected during the day, and the courtyard was turned upside down. Even the eunuch's tombstone was smashed. The bones of the graves are protruding, just like their lives were wandering and bleak.

"Monk Bujie is in a hurry to find the Mani Orb, and his subordinates are not good people. Even if these corpses are taken away, I am afraid there will be no good place to go..."

A gust of wind blew, and Jiang Wen smelled the faint smell of rotting corpses in the air again, but his expression suddenly became certain, "The bones are stored in the yizhuang opposite."

Jiang Wen jumped up, turned around with the flow of internal force and suddenly raised another three feet, climbed up the courtyard wall in an instant, looked at the gloomy old house opposite from his height, and wanted to find traces in advance from the cobwebs and dead bodies.

But at this moment, Jiang Wen suddenly saw an erratic figure swaying in the narrow Nether Alley, just jumping off the Ferry Tower with his feet stiff.

At first Jiang Wen only thought it was black and white impermanence coming in, but the shadowy figure could not be seen clearly, and his action posture was also very strange. Just in Jiang Wen's doubts, his limbs were stiff and his head was hanging down. In an instant, he crossed the high wall of Youming Lane and disappeared into the depths of Yizhuang!

Such a brilliant lightness kung fu, yet so familiar, the palpitations in his eyes only lasted for a moment, Jiang Wen knew what he should do...

Chase!
A wall could not stop Jiang Wen's footsteps at all, he fell into the courtyard after the rabbit rose and fell, but the ground inevitably stirred up dust on the ground.

Not far away, all the doors and plaques of Yizhuang’s houses disappeared, leaving only the dark doors. The rotten wooden doorposts on both sides read "No pail jars should be suspended around the first ban", "Second ban beggars are not allowed to borrow pictures". Staying at the time", innocently opened his eyes made of torn paper lanterns, staring at Jiang Wen.

It should have been a temple in the past, but it was turned into a place where spirits and coffins were placed.

There was a vague figure in the hall of Yizhuang, shuttling among the dead and unmelted bones, Jiang Wen rushed to him in an instant, pulled out the ancient bronze sword at his waist without hesitation, the cold light had already illuminated deserted hall.

As soon as the two met, Jiang Wen heard voices that were indistinguishable between male and female.

"……you again?!"

The movement of the shadow in the Yizhuang stagnated for a moment, and the trance figure quickly pulled away, reflecting in the courtyard full of zombies and decayed bones as one, and by the way, there was a strong rancid and unpleasant smell.It melted into the darkness that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away.

Suddenly, the Yizhuang was full of dust, Jiang Wen swung his sword to catch up, and the shadow penetrated into the aisles on both sides of the dilapidated Buddhist hall, turning into a trance ghost, and then chanted strange words with a sharp and piercing voice like a night owl scriptures.

Jiang Wen suddenly lost sight of the other party. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the withered and damaged Buddha statue in the center of Yizhuang. It seemed that someone pushed it, and it collapsed on the lotus platform, exposing the mud tire of the base, and fell to pieces on the ground.

But at the moment when the damaged Tathagata statue was pushed down, countless strange shadows in the Yizhuang quietly danced along with the sound of sutras.

【If I go to fire soup.The fire soup has dried up. 】

As soon as the voice fell, the statues of Arhats sitting in the aisle on both sides suddenly fell down from their seats.This fall was completely stupid when the heavy object fell to the ground. With a loud noise, the lower body shattered, revealing the straw stuffed in the statue and dead bones!
【If I go to hell.Hell destroys itself. 】

The long-browed arhat also jumped off the throne suddenly, and the movement of his hands stroking his eyebrows caused his center of gravity to become unstable. He hit the ground lightly, smashed his head, and turned his withered yellow skull to stare at Jiang Wen.

【If I am to a hungry ghost.Hungry ghosts are full. 】

Jianglong Arhat was originally riding on an ugly dragon, but at this moment it also shook suddenly. When his feet broke free from the shackles of the statue, they also tore the rosette, revealing a pale skeleton leg bone, covered with traces of brittle elegance.

【If I go to Shura, I will subdue my nausea. 】

The Joyful Arhat is shaped into a posture of raising hands to celebrate and being elated, suddenly enveloped by a strange atmosphere, the place where the chest is exposed suddenly shatters, and the empty stomach is wrapped by a few shriveled ribs, and the smile is daunting scary.

Gradually, the arhats in the hall showed a strange appearance of coexistence of skeletons and dharma images, and they woke up in different ways one after another. Jiang Wen suddenly found that the eyes of all the statues seemed to emit scarlet light, and they looked at Jiang Wen faintly and calmly. ...

"Enough is enough, even a small skill dares to come to the class to make an axe."

The sword light was like a gossamer, floating in the air suddenly and erratically, and at some point it had already caught the black shadow's throat, stagnating in mid-air and shining faintly.

Jiang Wen, holding a sword in one hand, closed his eyes with a smug smile on his face.The ancient bronze sword was clinging to the opponent's neck, and it only took one step closer to cut off his head.

"There are people with such perseverance in the world..."

The ghost-masked man said quietly.

Jiang Wen smiled mysteriously, and naturally he would not tell him that he had already understood the ecstasy and poisonous smoke of the White Lotus Sect, so he would not be fooled a second time.

"Your Excellency seems to know me. I wonder if you will take off the mask yourself, or will I do it for you?"

The ghost-masked man who was forced to show his figure slowly stood up from the ground, wearing an upside-down and distorted ghost-mask face, showing a trace of extremely complicated eyes, and stretched out his hand to take off the mask little by little, revealing a face that Jiang Wen killed. Unexpected face...

"Jiang Daochang, long time no see."

Leaving aside the disguise of his voice, the ghost-faced man returned to his original hoarse voice. Apart from the five willow whiskers and a pair of triangular eyes on his thin and mean face, he seemed to be frowning and thinking deeply all the time.

The experience of the ancient city of Minyue in Wuyi Mountain is still in front of him, so Jiang Wen will never admit that this guy in front of him is one of the original five elders of Shaolin, the current head of Wudang School, and the uncle of Hong Xiguan who is a fake——

Feng Daode!
"If I didn't want to reveal my martial arts footsteps tonight, how could you catch me so easily."

The Taoist in front of him was still not angry, but his expression did not change.It is true that he is also the director of Shaolin and Wudang, and his internal skills and moves have already been perfected. Just now, he was more anxious to escape. He did not expect Jiang Wen to recover quickly from the poisonous smoke.

"Is the point here? You don't oppose the war, you only oppose the defeat, right?!"

Jiang Wen put away the ancient bronze sword, stared at Feng Daode's old face in front of him and asked, "Master Feng, should you explain why you are in this Yizhuang! And you are dressed like this? It looks like a ghost!"

Jiang Wen had already made it very clear that he even planned to settle the ledger in the Wuyi Mountains together, and asked him to explain why he could appear confidently in every disruptive occasion.

Feng Daode snorted coldly, and only eight words came out of his mouth.

"Being entrusted by others, you can't help yourself."

Jiang Wen almost laughed out loud.

"Are you entrusted by someone again? Head Feng, you have repeatedly committed bloody crimes and stirred up storms in the city. I'm afraid you can't help the Wudang faction's reputation!"

The snake hits seven inches, Feng Daode hides his head and shows his tail tonight and just wants to dodge, because of his status as the head of the Wudang School.At this time, even if Wudang disciples are involved in the mess of Fuzhou City, it may cause hidden dangers. Therefore, considering the interests of all parties, he is most worried about being exposed.

And Jiang Wen didn't get angry with him, and just came up to tell the truth, to see if Feng Daode was as angry as a fish.

Sure enough, Feng Daode, who is the head of a sect and is not the head of a grass-headed sect like Jiang Wen, stared at Jiang Wen aggressively, but said slowly after a long while: "I didn't kill anyone."

"Did you fight me at Nether Books that day to chase down Guardian Huang? Wasn't the death of Chang Qingzi, the head of the Qingcheng Sect outside the alley, planned by you? The mysterious disappearance of the Red Lotus Holy Mother of the White Lotus Sect is also related to you." Irrelevant? Some people are targeting the bodyguards who intercepted and killed Fuwei bodyguards day and night, isn't it your credit?"

Jiang Wen frowned and said jokingly, "How is it different from stabbing someone and killing him? It's not me, soldiers?"

"I was entrusted by someone to apprehend Guardian Huang, so I also used the identity of the White Lotus Sect. I was also careful when I sparred with you, and I never hurt him. Obviously he was suspicious and thought someone was plotting, so he ran away again and again, and finally Frighten yourself to death."

Feng Daode sighed deeply, raised his left hand, revealing a strange-shaped knife in his palm.

"In addition, the other things you mentioned have nothing to do with me. I, Wudang and Qingcheng, are both members of the Taoist sect. Tonight, I came to Yizhuang to look for clues. fierce……"

Jiang Wen glanced at the ghost mask on the ground, and said without hesitation: "Do you think our people's police will believe your nonsense?!"

It's a lie to say this, so sneaky in the middle of the night, as long as Jiang Wen is not blind, he will not believe his nonsense.

In order to protect the reputation of the Wudang School, Feng Daode also tried his best to clarify the facts at this time, for fear that Jiang Wenzhen would put all these shit bowls on his head.

He knows that it is often better to analyze than fabricate excuses and swear at critical moments, and it is more useful to confess the reason for coming.

"Jiang Daochang, this Yizhuang is a place for bone examination in the past dynasties. Since the former Song Dynasty, it was occupied by the Criminal Division, and it was used by the Fuzhou Governor in the Hongwu Period. What's wrong with me coming here to examine the corpse? You heard The strange incident of 'biting your finger and dying' in Fuzhou during the former Song Dynasty?"

Jiang Wen looked at him suspiciously: "How to say?"

"Fuzhou is also known as Rongcheng, and there is a lot of mystery in it. In a certain month in the third year of Shaoding in the former Song Dynasty, eight government officials died in a row in the Yamen. Seven of them died suddenly on a certain night of terror. I heard that the first seven officials After the news of the slave's death, the eighth slave was frightened and 'died by biting his finger'."

Feng Daode's eyes were full of jealousy, "At that time, the Lufu Prefecture Army often killed the priests indiscriminately, so this incident even shocked the court. In order to prevent officials from protecting each other, Song Lizong sent Zheng Xingqian, a pacifier in Jiangxi, to Come and investigate."

"The case gradually found out about Emperor Daojun's politics and Wanshou Daozang. The printing bookstore suddenly became strange and gradually became deserted, but there were always strange and unknown publications circulating in the bookstore. Over time, even Lu Fangweng wrote to the emperor, saying that the above "It's all absurd monsters' words, which are different from Taoist and Buddhist scriptures. As for the pronunciation of the characters, they can be recognized. For a while, the ghost images of pseudo-scriptures were engraved and circulated. "

"What's even worse is that rumors of Zheng Xingzhi's murder have gradually spread in Jipi Lane. It has not ceased to this day. In the end, the case can only be let go, and the eight people died violently and died..."

Jiang Wen didn't quite understand the previous words, but the three names Feng Daode said caught his attention.

Is it the lingering Song Lizong, and the inescapable Zheng Xingzhi?

And Huang Chang, who was pretended to be Zhizhou, could it be the rumored "Skull Prefect"? !

Putting these three names together, Jiang Wen immediately remembered all the rumors in this alley, and looked at Feng Daode with a little bit of enlightenment.

The eyes of the two people intersected, and they both saw the answer they wanted from each other's eyes, and said in a voice almost indiscriminately...

"You are also here for the "Nine Serenities Manual"!"

Feng Daode's expression was even more apprehensive, and he looked at Jiang Wen coldly.

"This thing has another origin with my Wudang sect. Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Yuan Dynasty, came here before, and then left two blood books with his fingertips and drifted away. It seems that he encountered something unspeakable in this Nether Alley."

"That's why our faction has been speculating that the Zao Li who died violently also encountered the same thing, but he died because of insufficient morality, and the last Zao Li who died by biting his finger, probably also wanted to write something in blood. But in the end, there was nothing I could do…”

Jiang Wen took a deep breath, looking at the corpses everywhere in Yizhuang, he felt cold from head to toe, it was a kind of trembling that pierced into the soul, as if something was hiding in the dark and watching them.

Jiang Wen calmed down for a moment and said slowly, "I sensed a conspiracy. Think about it carefully, when Zheng Xingzhi was the secretary of the provincial school in Jiading seven years ago, he offended the government because of his attitude towards the abolition of Jin Guosui coins. Shi Miyuan, the official of the imperial court. It is very likely that he got involved in the struggle between the imperial power and the prime minister by mistake, so he was maliciously slandered, so he had to stop."

But Feng Daode sneered three times: "Since ancient times, justice has been difficult to find, but it is so simple to kill people and pay for their lives. Is it so difficult to find the truth? Do you know who was the one who investigated the case at that time?"

"Who is it?" Jiang Wen asked.

Feng Daode said slowly: "This person was born in Jianyang. He became an official in the second year of Emperor Lizong Baoguang of Song Dynasty. He has successively served as the chief secretary of Jiangxi Province. During Shaoding's reign, he was serving as an aide for thoroughly investigating the case under Zheng Xingzhi."

Jiang Wen's eyes flickered slightly, and he vaguely guessed his confidence: "So what you said was..."

"That's right - if it's really as simple as the Prime Minister's meddling, would this person sit idly by and let him go to prisons in various places, go straight to Baomo Pavilion to serve as envoys, and finally to Song Ci, the envoy of Guangdong Economic Strategy?!"

Song Ci, the well-known criminal officer of the Song Dynasty, was actually related to this case!
Recognizing the admiration in Jiang Wen's eyes, Feng Daode said this, and finally said loudly to Jiang Wen: "You already know the reason for my visit, and I just follow the people's business in this city of Fuzhou, and I will never do it again in the future." Intervene—I hope you can understand that the purpose of my trip has always been only the secretive "Nine Serenity Manual"!"

Jiang Wen became quiet again.

Ever since the situation in Fuzhou City became turbulent, Jiang Wen has been troubled for a long time. In addition to the intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes, there is also how the ghost-masked man quietly attacked Changqingzi, frightened Guardian Huang to death, and kidnapped the Virgin of the Red Lotus. He can also wander around the three lanes and seven alleys without anyone noticing, drawing clues from all sides to himself.

And the Chang brothers strayed into Yizhuang that night, suddenly fell into madness, gnawed and bit the rotten bones, and refused to stop until they were discovered. Bewildered, it was regarded as a ghostly joke.

But like this alley with a hidden door, this kind of secret room murder takes advantage of the blind spot of thinking. When everyone is thinking hard about how the murderer entered the room to kill, maybe the real murderer has always been in the room.

After figuring out Feng Daode's suspicion, Jiang Wen had already thought that since the face of the ghost-masked man had never been revealed, maybe the people they saw were not the same person, and the most dangerous and unpredictable one might not be the same person. To hide in the most treacherous Nether Alley.

The people behind the scenes have repeatedly seduced and pointed the finger at the Fuwei Escort, which shows that their own intentions have been grasped. When the strategic goal is clearly exposed, no matter how subtle and unpredictable the scheme will lose its mobility, it can only become a trapped net. in the prey.The other party just wants the most struggling prey to fall into a cocoon and be embattled in the end.

Being able to break the game sometimes does not mean that you have to use one enemy and many places to overwhelm the crowd.

At this moment, Jiang Wen has slowly entered into the thinking of the mastermind behind the scenes.

He really wants to clean up the chess pieces that have entered the game now. Once there are no pieces available on the chessboard, the manipulator behind the scenes will have to do it himself.As long as the goals of the parties are different, and the opponent has a way to provoke a fight, he has a way to sweep all the chess pieces out of the game.

Do you like playing chess?

Then don't always think about being superior, one day you will become a pawn in the chess game, and face to face with Jiang Wenlai.

Fuwei Escort is the first.

The White Lotus Church is the second.

Feng Daode will be the third.

"Master Feng, I will not stop you from continuing to search for the "Nine Serene Scriptures". I can also pretend that I didn't see what happened tonight, and I won't force you to ask who you owe in order to run around..."

Jiang Wen spoke word by word.

Feng Daode nodded slightly, even though the night clothes were covered with dust, he still showed the air of a master: "Thank you."

However, Jiang Wen continued: "But I hope you can tell me something you know, such as what 'they' are for, and the whereabouts of the Madonna of the Red Lotus."

Feng Daode was silent for a long time, and finally raised his head, his eyes focused like lights.

"How can I trust you?"

Jiang Wen said proudly: "Then add another condition, if I can find the "Nine Serenities Manual", I can share it with you. But there is a false statement, you can come to Wuyi Mountain to find me at any time!"

After saying this, Feng Daode finally let go of his last consideration and spoke slowly.

"Actually, the Nether Book Store in the alley was just the publishing and publishing office of the former Song Zheng and Wanshou Daozang. The place where Huang Shang, the magistrate of Fuzhou, actually checked and proofread the scriptures was in the Yuhuang Pavilion built on Jiuxian Mountain. The person you are looking for, It's probably right there..."

"it is good."

Jiang Wen didn't say much, and kept his promise and turned around to leave, but at this time Feng Daode spoke slowly again.

"Jiang Daochang, I owe you a favor in the ancient city of Minyue. If you have to get involved in this, you must remember a few words."

"Thank you, Head Feng."

Jiang Wen stopped in his tracks and turned his head to listen to Feng Daode's weird tone of speaking an obscure prophecy poem handed down from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

"Then came the Three Kings, and the tide brought disaster.

It is inevitable that there will be a disappearance between the two rocks.

The children and grandchildren follow my way and seal Fujian and Xinjiang from generation to generation.

The emperor came out of Fujian, the battle field of Sanshan! "

The cold wind that howled in the middle of the night passed through the gate of Yizhuang, and suddenly swept and surrounded the two of them. The ancient courtyard in front of them was as silent as an ascetic who had been sitting in the wilderness for a long time. , Weeds and weeds.

At this moment, Jiang Wen kept turning his head, with his back to the gate of Yizhuang, and suddenly found that the expression on Feng Daode's face suddenly froze, and the triangular eyes under his eyebrows suddenly opened to the maximum, and the dim light in his pupils reflected Jiang Wen's In addition to the figure, there was a vague shadow standing not far behind Jiang Wen, who seemed to be drooping his head obliquely, and his limbs were stiff.

Almost instantly, the odd-shaped knife in Feng Daode's hand was thrown out like an electric shock, and before he could use the martial arts moves he knew so well, he flew past Jiang Wen as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

What is it that can make Feng Daode, the leader of the Wudang School, lose his composure? !

Jiang Wen woke up in an instant, and turned around instantly, but neither he nor Feng Daode caught up with the figure in the end.

He only had time to see a ragged and shriveled figure disappearing for a moment, his limbs were weirdly stiff, his knee joints seemed to be nailed to death, and he soared into the air in an instant, leaping onto the roof of the Yizhuang, which was more than ten meters high, without disturbing the slightest bit during the whole process. of soot.

But there was one point that Jiang Wen had already seen clearly.

The head on this thing's neck...is broken!
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