Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

As the blood man who suddenly attacked was knocked to the ground, Jiang Wen was a step late to catch up with the Miaobao Dharma King who was attacking on the left. At this time, he showed great interest in his natural moves, but the muttering The blood man was obviously more suspicious, so after muttering, he chose to touch the grass first.

"Unexpectedly, the king's kung fu is not weak, but Jiang was mistaken."

King Miaobao wore luxurious monk robes, and at this time he also walked through the thorn bushes without hesitation, followed the movement, and explained to Jiang Wen: "Jiang Liu'er benefactor, the little monk doesn't know much about martial arts. In Buddhism, there are There are countless supernatural powers, all of which are the mysteries of Buddhism."

The blood spattered on the ground was clearly visible, and the two of them didn't need much effort to find the blood gourd collapsed in the grass.This person's figure was too illegible to recognize, and he kept yelling "crazy, crazy". time is already dying.

"It seems that this person is useless. God has the virtue of loving life. Let's save people first."

Jiang Wen pushed with the palm of his hand, and first passed the little remaining true energy through, and let the Nine Yin Scripture Healing Method be pushed into the sea of ​​energy along the Ren meridian, so as to prevent this living person, who was so precious in Jizu Shanyin, from dying violently in this place. Under internal injury.

Seeing the man's breathing gradually stabilized, Jiang Wen smiled slightly. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the Miaobao Dharma King muttering the Buddha's name with a solemn expression and only pleading guilty.

Elder Qingzhu was just shocked and there was nothing serious about it, the young monk had already rushed back to guard around the old monk, paying attention to all the wind and grass, after a while a figure came out of the grass softly, waiting to see Jiang Wen and the two came back , it was difficult to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh? How can this person still be breathing after suffering such a serious injury?"

Pinzhao said cruel words with a serious face, but it is indeed very strange that the blood man is still panting.

"It's okay. I always feel that his figure is very familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere..."

Pinzhao had already received the call from the Miaobao Dharma King, and now he came in a hurry from the other side, walking among the rocks and miscellaneous trees with one foot deep and one foot shallow, when he saw the two people from a distance, he asked: " His Holiness, what place did you bring us here? Is there anything unusual about it?"

Xu Chongzhen, who had been dead for a long time, held the famous Baihong Sword in one hand, and clenched it tightly in the other hand as if accumulating strength, but the pain and fear before dying interrupted all these efforts, and his lower body was empty and his intestines flowed all over the ground, and he was never seen again. During his lifetime, he sat and watched the situation, mature and prudent.

King Miaobao clasped his hands together and said: "Indeed. The monk once met a horse team traveling in Kangzang. A leader of a horse team selling tea and bricks was mining in the early years, so he talked to me about these dried muntjacs. They were not ghosts in the first place. Some encountered mining accidents and were trapped underground, and escaped after going through untold hardships and becoming thin and out of shape."

Pinzhao said worriedly, and stepped into the knee-high grass, bringing out a puddle of fresh muddy water, "If the mouth can bite into that shape, it means that there is a protruding long mouth, and the teeth can't be opened. My mother-in-law Sonny told me that there is a thing in the mountains whose head is similar to that of a yellow deer, but has a human body, so thin that only a layer of skin remains, so it is called a 'dry deer'..."

"The little monk stayed at the Huayan Sansheng Hall of Xitan Temple before, and the stone lion and statue he saw in the hall were extremely old, so he knew it was an ancient artifact with his celestial eyes, and it was also the reason for the disturbance of the fearful ghosts in Xitan Temple."

Speaking of "walking with swords", did Jiang Wen and Pin suddenly realize that this mangled man in front of him is clearly the junior brother of the "Eight Immortal Swordsman" Xu Chongzhen, who has always followed his senior brother inseparably. Jiang Wen had fought against Jiang Wen outside the village, so Jiang Wen was more familiar with his appearance.

"So much strength can tear people apart alive, who did it?"

"Well, there's another body over there?"

The direction that King Miaobao was looking for seemed to be a more majestic and more withered temple building, but he turned a blind eye to all of this. He focused on walking to the field behind the building complex and stopped in front of a low stone furnace with openings on both sides. It looks like a place where paper money is burned, but the furnace is too big to block the Foehn wind, and if it is a place where bricks and tiles are fired, it is too square to be sealed.

The broken sword style had already broken his tendons, but after the murder, the murderer put the Baihong sword that had been left on the ground back into his hand, giving him a hypocritical and tender dignity.

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At this time, the sky was getting dark, and there was not much time left for them. If there were no further clues, they might be trapped in the night, so the three decided to act separately in a small area.

"Little master, this benefactor's career seems to be tragic, but in fact, he has not yet endangered his vitals."

In "The Legend of Condor Heroes", Nimoxing, a master from India, was proficient in a powerful martial art of the Shakyamuni family from Buddhist scriptures called "Shakya Throwing Elephant Skill".

Jiang Wen turned his head to look at him, and heard that there was a deeper meaning in the words, so he threw the question to the young lama, hoping to see if he had any outstanding and novel insights.

It can be said that unless, like Jiang Wen himself, he relied on foreign objects to raise his martial arts to an inconceivable level, it is impossible for others not to leave traces.Logically speaking, Dharma King Miaobao shouldn't have such exquisite and natural fisting skills. Could it be that the rumored "enlightenment" in Tibet can also be used in martial arts?
Needless to say, Jiang Wen will definitely be deceived by this secret method, and then pack his own kung fu and throw it to the little stone, so as to save the big apprentice from using the experiential learning method all day long, torturing himself as a teacher day and night.

Jiang Wen nodded without thinking, "Then there will be Elder Lao, and you must be more careful on this trip."

The dense forest in the shade of Jizu Mountain is rough, the bottom is invisible in the deep and winding places, and it is surrounded by thick mountain fog. Every step you take, you have to identify the dark direction and fight against the weeds and vines everywhere. The few people seem to be walking through the mud. .

"I remembered, his name seems to be Xu Yingfeng..."

He understood that the cause of Xu Chongzhen's death was not the appearance of trauma and bleeding, but that he, as one of the top swordsmen in the southwest half of the wall, was easily seen through and swung two swords. The ultimate move, the last sword sealed his throat without blood, tearing his pride and self-confidence to pieces.

Jiang Wen sighed and persuaded: "It can't be done, he lost too much blood and can only rely on his own self-cultivation. Fortunately, the abbot Hongbian asked me to bring gold sore medicine before leaving, otherwise he would be doomed to die here just because of the wound suppuration and infection. In a dense forest."

The blade of the Baihong Sword is three feet and six inches, and the rainbow light floats between the blades and does not disperse.

"Jiang Liu'er benefactor, why do you keep looking at the little monk?"

Dharma King Miaobao put his palms together and said solemnly: "The ghosts in Xitan Temple and the dry muntjacs in the mountains with chicken feet are all the same thing. Donor Jiang Liu'er, do you know how I got them?" Known?"

The so-called zombies nourished by the spirit of hardware are probably just a tacit rhetoric.The only thing that can really support people is flesh and blood, and those who are forced to work in the mines with pickaxes are just another form of zombies.

While talking, he used the torn clothes to tie Xu Yingfeng's hands and feet tightly in the same way as a pig.

Pinzhao looked around with a little fear: "The benefactor doesn't know, if the dry muntjacs are elsewhere, as long as they see the sun, they will turn into unpleasant black smoke and dissipate, but in Jizu Shanyin, they can often be found in small groups. Infested, preying on poultry, humans and animals, if you are surrounded when you are alone, there is only one dead end."

There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: When Sakyamuni was the prince, one day he went out of the city and an elephant blocked the road. The prince held the elephant's foot and threw it high into the sky. After three days, the elephant fell to the ground and hit the ground to form a deep ditch. Elephant ditch.This is just an allegory, describing the inconceivableness of Buddhism, but Tianzhu’s yoga method of practicing three rounds and seven channels is also very magical. Some martial arts scholars have developed a foreign skill, which allows people to exercise from light to heavy, and gradually be able to throw objects with great force. That's how it's named.

After searching carefully, Pinzhao found a corpse lying on its side under the big tree, but this time it was more rotten than the previous one. Even men, women, old and young, tall, short, fat, and thin could not be detected, and the clothes on his body were also damaged and faded. , the body was covered with new vines of all sizes, like countless twisted hands, secretly trying to pull the corpse into the ground covered with green moss.

Even more frightening details appeared. Jiang Wen noticed that the details of this sword technique's movements and movements, all of which fit the mantra of "Guimei tends to Wuwang, Wuwang tends to like people, and like-minded people tend to be great". Someone used the "Broken Sword Style" to break the swordsmanship of various sects in the world.There are still people in the world who know Dugu Nine Swords!
There was the sound of the wind passing through the dense forest, and the rustling of the branches and leaves. It seemed that there were thousands of ambush soldiers lurking in it. Countless thoughts ran through Jiang Wen's mind, thinking of what could be a more appropriate explanation for the scene in front of him, but Xu Chongzhen, who died with regret, still held Jian stared at the sky, questioning his own ill-fated fate with his dilated pupils.

Even if there is Jiang Wendu's healing true energy in his meridians, his body is covered with cuts and bruises and bleeding, and his body is dripping with unstoppable blood. No matter how he looks at it, he looks like he will die and reincarnate in the next moment.

"The leader of the horse team said that in order to get out of the ground, dry muntjacs often knelt and begged someone to take it out, but when they saw it, they must not be soft-hearted, and even tied them up close to the earth wall, and then surrounded them. Seal it with mud, or they will kill you."

Jiang Wen pointedly said: "His Holiness is really elegant, why doesn't he care about saving people, but is so interested in these ruined temples."

A keen person has naturally noticed something is wrong, and Jiang Wen also knew that the future is difficult, the two looked at Elder Qingzhu in unison, and the old monk nodded in understanding.

"This kind of injury didn't touch the vitals, and the movement of jumping at the elder Qingzhu was quite agile. Jiang felt strange just now... Look at this for yourself..."

When they came here, Pinzhao said that they had come to the right way to enter Jizu Mountain Yin, and Xu Yingfeng's blood stains faded, which also meant that he was gradually approaching the scene of the injured crime. direction.

"Dari Tathagata often declares that all sentient beings have Buddha-nature, but not everyone has the predestined relationship with good dharma. For example, those who have broken the roots of goodness and heavy evil karma are called Chanti. In the sea of ​​evil and suffering."

"This kind of wound is not caused by a sword or bayonet... Flesh and blood can be torn in such a mess, it is more like being bitten by sharp teeth and jumping up and down, penetrating the skin of the limbs in the process... But the assailant neither Killing the enemy is not like a beast devouring people to eat meat, it is simply sticking to a sucker, just to suck out the flesh and blood!"

The Miaobao Dharma King, who tells all the dangers of the world, still looks solemn at this moment, and his appearance can be called Fengshen and handsome, which forms a great contrast with the darkness in his language. It seems that the Buddha himself bestowed wisdom on him. The wisdom of tolerating the beauty and ugliness of the world and seeing through the truth of all things was put into his mind.

Jiang Wen searched for a while with his long-term medical skills, his eyes flashed, and he tore off all the clothes on the bloody man's back, revealing a horrible scene of blood and flesh.

"It does look familiar, I should have seen it somewhere." Pin Zhao also nodded in agreement.

"Jiang Liu'er benefactor, I have some new discoveries in the east, but the situation is unknown and I have not been able to go deep. I am here to ask the benefactor to go with me..."

Tibetan medical skills also have their advantages. The Miaobao Dharma King solemnly stepped forward to pat and massage, perform exercises to regulate qi, and tried to wake Xu Yingfeng from his coma, but no matter what he did, the other party only had a breath of stale breath, and it was still difficult to recover his mind.

There are three similar wounds in total, namely Xu Chongzhen's left and right wrists and throat. The left and right hands are thin and long, but the throat is short and deep. It was the ruthless hands who were torn in two.

Dharma King Miaobao was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Jiang Wen, and asked quickly, thinking that he had done something wrong again, but Jiang Wen just coughed twice, and turned his attention back to the blood gourd lying on the ground.

Dharma King Miaobao folded his palms together, his exposed skin was not afraid of the cold and heat, but there was a trace of pity in his dark eyes, beckoning him to come over and take a closer look.

Perhaps thinking that the speaker was not interested in the listener, Pinzhao looked at Dharma King Miaobao in puzzlement, quickened his pace and wanted to come to the edge of the low stone furnace, but suddenly felt a broken sound under his feet, and then the soles of his feet suddenly felt strong, and his body suddenly Once it sinks, it will fall down.

But none of the three of them expected that the clues would appear sooner than expected. After walking along the road for a stick of incense, Jiang Wen found that "strange trees" of different heights appeared around him, and there was a block of trees. The scale of the "green wall" covered with vines and vines is steep and undulating along the mountain, which is even more magnificent than the original abandoned temple.

He tidied up his clothes and restored his precious appearance, and continued, "What's more, the Saha world is surrounded by countless afflictions, which can affect the whole body. If you can't overcome it, you will fall into it, and there will be no chance to turn the clouds to see the sun."

On Jiang Wen's side, he saw a few highly decomposed corpses in night clothes. He knew that they were martial arts practitioners in the Pingxi Palace, so he didn't care too much about it. An extremely strong smell of blood was smelled near the Duanbi wall, and the blood aura shot straight into the sky, attracting countless flying insects and flies buzzing!
Jiang Wen jumped up decisively and crossed the broken wall, and instantly came to a corpse that was broken from the waist and seemed to be torn apart. Eye.

After pondering for a long time, Jiang Wen woke up from his distraction and asked Dharma King Miaobao with a wry smile.

Jiang Wen retracted his sword and turned around, without repeating what he had just discovered to Dharma King Miaobao, he followed him to the dense forest to the east.

"Sorry, it was Jiang who took the liberty."

Jiang Wen shook his head.

The blood man's back and body are covered with large and small, pitted gnawing gaps, the bite wounds extend to the subcutaneous fat tissue, but the blood can coagulate after gushing out, so there is no shock like arterial bleeding, but no matter what How to put it, the pain of being bitten off piece by piece is already enough to make one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Pinzhao really wanted to argue that Xu Yingfeng was not dead yet, but when the words came to his lips, his eyes showed surprise as he followed the direction Jiang Wen pointed out.

"His Holiness seems to have something to say, has he heard such stories?"

As Jiang Wen spoke, he used the clean water he carried with him to stimulate the noodles, and slowly melted away the blood-congealed hair on his face.After doing this, a face of extreme pain and fear was revealed very quickly, and the three of them, except Elder Qingzhu, fell into some kind of whispered contemplation.

Pinzhao looked a little disappointed: "Then what should I do, the clues I finally found are cut off like this, and I don't know who he is talking about is crazy..."

Dharma King Miaobao spoke quietly at this time, intervening in this strange conversation.

As long as you have practiced martial arts in the world, you will inevitably leave traces. You can practice fists and feet with thick bones, practice knives and guns with regular steps, be good at bows and crossbows. , except for the strong body that comes with walking and living in the snowy plateau, there is no trace of martial arts at all, and he looks like a carefree Kangzang man.

In Jiang Wen's own words, he originally looked down on this kind of kung fu in the gym, and it must not be as clever as his loose and vigorous shaking. But now it seems that the secret lineage of King Miaobao started from Master Padmasambhava's entry into Tibet. , has a deep connection with Tianzhu, and he probably learned something similar to martial arts unconsciously from yoga.

This insight was as deaf as Huang Zhongda Lu Zhen, and it also broke Jiang Wen's hesitation between Buddhist scriptures, ghosts and Yunnan folk customs.

Dharma King Miaobao had a dignified expression, vaguely aware of the grim future ahead, and said to Pinzhao, "Pinzhao, the great monk Hongbian once explained before his departure, and the little monk will definitely protect you during this trip."

Jiang Wen was driving diligently in front, and at this time also said: "Huh? Last time I wanted to hear from you that those were raised by the earth and gold in the ground, their bodies were neither bad nor rotten, and they seemed human but not human." Zombies, right?"

"Almsgiver, Pinzhao, although the place I discovered is dilapidated, it is closely related to the bones that I saw everywhere in front of me."

"But today, when I walked into Jizu Mountain Yin, I realized from the patterns of the stupa in the Buddhist temple that the stone lions and statues came from here, which is what you said was left over from the monks of the former Song Dynasty. The eminent monks of Xitan Temple should want to dissolve Jizu Mountain Yin evil karma, but the boundless Dharma will eventually lead to evil thoughts."

"Amitabha, the old monk naturally understands. If this trip goes further, the old monk will only drag you down. Why don't you leave this injured benefactor to me to take care of you. You can do your own thing. When the old monk finishes training, he will take this The benefactor returned from the side road of the ridge, so there is no need to worry."

Dharma King Miaobao came back carrying the bloody man out of guilt, and the monk's clothes were also stained with blood, but his expression slowly recovered his calm and coping with everything, as if the sky fell, but it was just a breeze blowing, not stained with gold body.

In the end, it was Dharma King Miaobao who recognized the other party after looking closely at him: "If the monk is not mistaken, this person should be from Pingxi Palace—he walks with a sword in Xitan Temple on weekdays, so I have some impressions..."

There are still some remnants of the stone slabs on the ground, which are especially slippery and muddy when stepped on. Surrounded by grotesque trees and vines, the trees are as thick as rafters and their plank roots are as high and horizontal as a threshold. They are trying to block the sight in various ways, and the only What can stand out from the field of vision are those dilapidated stupas, one after another as far as the eye can see, the number cannot be estimated for a while.

But even with the sword pressed against his throat, the Miaobao Dharma King did not show any anger or killing intent. It was completely different from the appearance of the Elder Qingzhu who was eager to ask for help. Do people who have no compassion for themselves exist?

"Thus, the fear ghosts in Jizu Shanyin are the dry muntjacs that haunt Xitan Temple. The dry muntjacs in Xitan Temple are clearly the fear ghosts that have been poisoned in Jizu Shanyin for a long time..."

Jiang Wen gave him a strange look: "That's not necessarily true, little master Pinzhao, sometimes the dead are better than the living, after all the dead can't lie..."

Jiang Wen slowly explained, "The Dharma King also left strength in his strikes, aiming to shake people away rather than hurt the enemy. Otherwise, even if he received the palm with a healthy body, he might not be able to survive."

"It's not a ghost, why is it so cruel?" Jiang Wen asked in confusion.

Just imagine that in the deep underground mine, suddenly there was a faint sound of knocking on the wall to survive. The miners bravely followed the sound to dig, and finally found a collapsed and damaged mine tunnel. Poor man like a skeleton.

Jiang Wen frowned. Hearing what he said, it seems that Jizu Sanyin is still different from other places. I don’t know if it’s due to the variation of the magnetic field of the earth’s veins, or the deep forest that doesn’t see the sun all year round. However, combined with the fact that the abandoned Buddhist temple is full of stupas, A terrifying scene, and he can always detect something inexplicably surging under the ground.

Hearing the words, the Miaobao Dharma King cast admiring glances, as if he was very grateful for Jiang Wen's explanation, and Jiang Wen was even more wonderful about the secrets of the Miaobao Dharma King.

For example, Nimoxing's martial arts are extensive but not specialized. At the beginning, Jiang Wen saw that he could hold a huge stone and compete with the Jinlun Fawang who had mastered the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu" and possessed the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. In terms of strength, Jinlun Fawang was at a loss.

"Jiang Liuer's benefactor, the little monk also knows that this is quite terrifying, and the leader of the cavalry is even more unwilling to speak out. But when you think about it carefully, these miners who died were starving underground, with red eyes, in order to survive. He has been using everything to the utmost. If you think about it carefully, what does the person who can survive in the end rely on for a living? And can a "person" who can do such a thing desperately be called a "person"? "

The last time Jiang Wen heard this name was after he was in danger at the medicine pool in the stone cave. The old monk haunted Tanming Temple, but the young monk said that it was a dry muntjac crawling out of a crack in the rock. But it seems that the native mountain people have a heartfelt fear of this monster.

Then he stood up amidst Elder Qingzhu's dumbfounded expression, looked at the two people around him, and walked towards the direction marked by Xu Yingfeng's bloodstains. Behind him was only the old monk sitting cross-legged, still chanting scriptures Pray to the Buddha for everyone's safety.

From the blood-stained face, Jiang Wen recognized his identity. It turned out to be Xu Yingfeng's senior brother, and also the "Eight Immortal Swordsman" Xu Chongzhen, one of the three people he had fooled!

But soon, Jiang Wen put this bizarre idea behind him, because he remembered another similar martial art, which can actually not reveal the foundation of martial arts.

As King Miaobao said, if you don’t consider the authenticity of the ghosts, as long as you fill in the jigsaw puzzle of countless deserted Buddhist temples in Jizu Shanyin, it seems to be able to explain the difference in the timing of the appearance of ghosts on both sides, and the clues are suddenly highlighted. It points to the group of weird monks who insisted on entering the mountain in the former Song Dynasty.

"My lord, I've heard people say it's a dried muntjac, and others say it's a ghost ghost. According to what you see, what's causing the trouble?"

Fortunately, where Xu Yingfeng walked, blood had already been sprinkled among the leaves and branches, and the source could be traced back with a little searching. If you want to come to the direction where the people in the Pingxi Palace came, you must keep Luo Shuanger and Master Anren. clue.

Jiang Wen turned himself into a forensic doctor to conduct an examination, and gradually revealed some horrifying evidence, "It's weird, what kind of monster is there in this Jizu Shanyin!"

Jiang Wen was a little familiar with this expression, because Xu Chongzhen had shown such a subtle expression when Jiang Wen smashed his Drunken Eight Immortals Sword with a wonderful sword technique, and it was definitely not something that pure fear and shock could achieve.

In the strange silence, the three of them were repeatedly chewing the five flavors in their hearts, and the bloodstain left by Xu Yingfeng on the road gradually became thinner and hard to find. There are clearly visible traces of footsteps all around.

Undoubtedly, this is another miserable person who strayed into the depths of the green hills and never turned back. His final destination is to die here secretly, empty-handed, with no one to bury him.The death of the rabbit and the fox hurt its kind. The reason why Elder Qingzhu was able to sympathize with these dead Song monks was because there were too many horrific tragedies hidden in the shadows of Jizu Mountain.

Blessed by the Buddha and Bodhisattva, what the miners saw was red eyes, hunger, thirst, and madness. At that time, they held the mining picks tightly and told themselves in their hearts that no matter how human they saw, they must be dry deer. It can only be a dry deer - because there are white bones covered with tooth marks scattered under his feet, and spattered blood that condenses into black ink...

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the bushes, Jiang Wen picked up the Baihong sword with his toes and flew into the air, and suddenly he held it in his hand like a magic trick, and the flowing sword intent turned into light fluttering to lock the direction of the wind, as long as there was a trace of murderous intent In the blink of an eye, he can swing a sword with divine clarity.

There are countless mosquitoes flying around, and they have already started to line up to surround the visitors, coupled with the pungent smell of blood, ordinary people have already covered their mouths and noses and walked away, but who is Jiang Wen? The rotting corpses in the tomb were ignored, and they were just wondering why there was an expression on the face of the dead that only people in the world could understand.

Dharma King Miaobao nodded, then shook his head again.

Jiang Wen was silent for a long time after hearing this, and gradually understood that "cutting the root of goodness" and "heavy evil karma" in his mouth were not empty words like original sin theory, but that after people have committed certain heinous behaviors and experienced certain cruel experiences, After the string that maintains the fragile humanity in the heart is broken, the result of karma will appear.

Jiang Wen had secretly inquired about the details of the people in Pingxi Palace long ago. At this time, Fusion came to mind, and he quickly squatted down to check the details, and treated the opponent from a usable prop to an important clue to solve the puzzle.

In the calm and calm, Jiang Wen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and the aura on his body was as unpredictable as the abyss and the sea. It climbed repeatedly to the point where insects and birds were startled from the air, almost comparable to when the death cell shocked Zao Wou-ki, and the boiling sea and the Wuyang fight to the death!

In the dense forest of Jizu Mountain Yin, such an unknown master suddenly appeared. In the palace, there are hidden cards that he didn't expect to use...

Jiang Wen frowned and squatted down, carefully searching Xu Chongzhen's body regardless of the blood stains, and suddenly found a very inconspicuous wound on his hand. Cuttings from sharp plants such as thatch.

Dharma King Miaobao's young face was full of solemnity, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"Benefactor, Dharma king, I just took a look at the wound on his body, it is not something that living people and wild animals can bite out."

Fortunately, at this moment, Pinzhao was strong and strong, so he extended his arms in time, grabbed places where he could borrow strength, and tried to hold back the falling momentum to delay the time to wait for rescue, but in the next second, even the ground touched by his palms began to slam violently It collapsed, and there was no place to rely on it, and it fell uncontrollably!
Jiang Wen could see that in the black lacquered furnace in front of him, there were still some fine bone fragments left, and unstringed jade rosary beads were scattered around the corners, and he had an idea in his mind. In the past few breaths, Dharma King Miaobao shot out like a falcon, his luxurious monk clothes were hunting, and was scratched and damaged by the branches of the trees, just to stretch his arms and rush to the falling little monk Pinzhao.

And just when Empress Miaobao came first and finally grabbed Pinzhao's palm, the soil under his feet also shook and split into dark hollows, a cave was in sight, and a foul-smelling gas that solidified as solid rushed into it. Going up to the sky, covering the already worrying sight in front of him, it seems that the desolate night thousands of years ago has been condensed underground, and now he is trying his best to break free!
Seeing this, Jiang Wen also used lightness kung fu, his feet touched the surface of the fallen tree trunk, and his left hand threw out his robe and tied it outside the cave. He also rushed straight into the dark cave like a falcon pouncing on a rabbit. The cave was actually deeper than expected, and the clothes rope Jiang Wen had prepared was only long enough to hang in mid-air, so that he could see the cave from a distance from a strange perspective!

In the dark, Jiang Wenyao saw that King Miaobao took care of Pinzhao on the top, using himself as a cushion to absorb the damage from the fall. At this time, he was struggling to stand up slowly. The price for Pinzhao's safety was a scar on his right side. The wound was bleeding.

When the bleak sunlight from the Jizu mountain shone into the cave, barely revealing a corner of the veil of this strange world, I saw that on the wide and flat land in the cave, there were shriveled corpses covered with coarse cloth, densely packed and countless Among them, the arms stretched in all directions are already like dead tree branches, and they will be turned into dust if touched lightly.

Such corpses have no time to be incinerated, so they are piled up in the cave, shoulder to shoulder, and many clay Buddha statues in the cave have their heads and arms broken. A piece of silk is a fresh life in the past!