Thirteenth month of death

Chapter 12 Clavicle Guanyin
Inside the ruined mountain temple, the rain that had been falling all night finally stopped.

The sky was turning white, and in less than an hour it would be daybreak.

But in this half-light and half-darkness, everyone in the temple suddenly heard some noise.

"Who?"

The Black Scale Guard was very alert. He immediately drew his sword and stared at the outside of the temple gate.

Li Daosheng and Chen Zhian were not sleeping deeply to begin with, so when they heard the noise, they looked outside the door.

There was no response from outside the door for a long time, only a scream was heard.

"what!"

The commander, Wang Dianzhou, frowned and shouted, "Come out!"

A figure flashed at the door, and the bonfire flickered, illuminating her face. The person who came was actually a woman who was soaked from the rain.

Li Daosheng glanced at Chen Zhian, who wrinkled his nose and sniffed, "No evil spirit."

He did not lower his voice when he spoke, and everyone in the temple heard it.

As a branch of Taoism, Heming Mountain has a very great reputation. Wang Dianzhou also trusts this Taoist priest with a certificate of ordination. He is a warrior and can smell blood and murderous aura, but not demonic aura or ghostly aura. Since the Taoist priest said so, then this woman is at least a human being.

"Who is this girl? Where is she from? Where is she going?"

After waving his hand to let the woman in, Wang Dianzhou asked a question.

As they got closer, the woman's appearance and features were truly revealed to everyone.

She was in her twenties, graceful and charming. Although not absolutely beautiful, she was also delicate and frail, which made people feel sorry for her.

Perhaps because she came in the rain, the woman's clothes were completely wet and stuck tightly to her body, making her look even more slim.

"My name is Miaozhen. I come from Fanlin Mountain and am heading to... Wanshou Village."

Her voice was delicate and weak, but without the slightest hint of coquettishness.

However, after she told him her origins, both the young Taoist priest and the commander felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Fan...Fanlinshan?" Chen Zhian was surprised and a little scared: "Are you the Clavicle Guanyin?"

Wang Dianzhou stood up directly with his hand on the knife.

"Fanlin Mountain Clavicle Guanyin, a demonic creature!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a line of blood was cut at the place where Miaozhen had just stood.

Hearing Wang Dianzhou's words, Miaozhen covered her mouth and smiled: "First, use desire to hook and lead, then lead to Buddha's wisdom. This is the desire that is not desire. Use desire to stop desire, just like using a wedge to remove a wedge, or using sound to stop sound."

Before the voice had died down, the people had already retreated.

Wang Dianzhou's knife failed to hit her at all.

"The official is so angry~"

Miao Zhen said, then glanced at the young Taoist priest and said, "We are all cultivators. Are you going to just watch me get bullied?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dianzhou rushed forward again without saying a word, drawing his sword.

He was tall and big, but his movements were as swift as wind and rain. As he swung his sword, the blade light flew across the sky. The already dilapidated mountain temple was filled with explosions and was on the verge of collapse.

Li Daosheng pulled Chen Zhian. The young Taoist priest was distracted by the words of the Clavicle Guanyin and was a little dazed.

Only after being pulled by Li Daosheng did he come to his senses, and quickly jumped out of the window with Li Daosheng and left the mountain temple, watching from a distance.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly recited the Heart Cleansing Mantra several times.

Li Daosheng didn't think the mantra sounded like a Taoist mantra, so he asked, "Is this a Buddhist mantra?"

Chen Zhian nodded: "No problem, they are all useful."

Li Daosheng glanced at the man and woman who were fighting fiercely. The soldiers had already drawn their bows and arrows and were aiming from a distance, waiting for Wang Dianzhou to distance himself and give the order.

"Who is that Clavicle Guanyin?" Li Daosheng wondered.

"An evil demon that has appeared in recent years," Chen Zhian explained quietly. "Rumor has it that she was once a daughter of an official. On her way home from worshipping Buddha in the mountains, she was robbed. Not only was her innocence ruined, but her life was also taken."

"A bag of flesh and blood rotted in the wilderness, leaving only bones. Yet, for some unknown reason, these bones gained consciousness, practiced Buddhism, and grew flesh and blood again, becoming her." "She calls herself the Clavicle Avalokitesvara, and practices in Brahma Forest Mountain, often alluring people with sexual desires. Anyone who hears her enchanting voice will be tempted into succumbing to lust and engaging in sexual intercourse with her..."

"Then what?" Li Daosheng asked.

"Then the vital yin and yang will be completely drained. Although it won't be fatal at the time, within three months after returning home, the intestines will be ruptured, the flesh will dissolve, and the blood will melt, turning into bones."

Chen Zhian seemed to be very afraid of her.

"People from the imperial court, those of my generation with profound Taoist skills, and even knights-errant have all tried to hunt her down. However, this monster is adept at transforming, and having practiced Buddhism, she can conceal her demonic aura, so she has repeatedly escaped. I never thought I would encounter her today in this dilapidated temple."

While the two were talking, Wang Dianzhou shouted:
"Enter the Cloud Dragon!"

He roared, and as he walked, the accumulated water flew.

He rushed to the front of the demon girl Miao Zhen in a few steps, leaped into the sky, and slashed down with unstoppable force!

The blade was bloody red, and the sound of it breaking through the air was terrifying.

The witch seemed to have no way to escape, and she tried to dodge with her body in panic, but she was still hit by the knife.

The knife leaped up into the sky and chopped down. After being hit by the knife, the "Clavicle Guanyin" was immediately cut in two and fell heavily to the ground.

The commander of the Black Scale Guard is a top master of martial arts. His murderous aura alone is enough to prevent many sorcery and Taoist spells from getting close to him.

However, Wang Dianzhou did not win either.

Although she was cut in half and bleeding all over the ground, she was not dead!

Strands of granulation tissue grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, like dense fingers, pulling the two halves of the body together and "sewing" her up again.

This time, Wang Dianzhou did not rush up again.

He waved his hand and gave the order, and black arrows made a sound of breaking through the air and instantly pierced her body.

The dense arrows, like a heavy rain, pierced her with holes.

“I practice Buddhism…”

Miao Zhen, whose face was stabbed beyond recognition and covered in blood, suddenly spoke.

"I came here today without hiding my whereabouts."

"Just because..." Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Li Daosheng clearly felt that this witch was staring at him!

“I feel the cause and effect…”

"Here, there is my cause and effect."

"It's you."

No one knows who she is talking about except Li Daosheng.

Seeing that Li Daosheng didn't say anything, the Clavicle Guanyin suddenly laughed piercingly: "Hahahaha!"

"I'll come find you again..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the monster turned into a pool of blood and merged into the rain, flowing away to an unknown place.

Wang Dianzhou frowned. Who was that witch talking to?
It didn't feel like he was speaking to him.

It was naturally impossible for Li Daosheng to suddenly jump out and say that the person the witch was looking for was him.

The witch escaped, and the matter naturally came to nothing.

After a lot of trouble, daybreak came.

Li Daosheng and Chen Zhian did not stay any longer. After saying goodbye to Wang Dianzhou, they continued to rush towards Wanshou Village.

Watching the two people leave, Wang Dianzhou suddenly put his fingers together to form a sword and pressed it against his eyebrows.

The dozen or so black-armored soldiers guarding him turned into black smoke and fell to the ground, turning into straw men.

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　　The first volume, the first story, is very long, or rather... This book is a little different from other infinite streams; each story, each instance, is very long. So, the story of this world will likely take time to be published. I'll take my time writing it, and you can take your time reading it. Good night.

　　
　
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