The sad ghost poems drifted down in twists and turns, and the sounds reached Hong Wending's ears. Along with the rhythmic beating of the night patrol board, it seemed that every sound struck his heart, turning into a continuous and weird tremor, affecting
His internal organs were pounding violently.
His overly accelerated heartbeat seemed to make the monster with a face like black ink notice something, and then he stopped stiffly and abruptly, turned around suddenly and looked behind him - the speed of turning around was as fast as a ghost, even with Hong Wending's speed
Even with my eyesight, I couldn't tell when it moved or how it staggered and walked in the opposite direction.
Look at the nose with the eyes, look at the mouth with the nose, look at the heart with the mouth, spit out the turbid and take in the clear, hold the breath to make it soft, and breathe in confusion. Hong Wen Ding, these methods of calming the mind and concentrating the mind, are naturally familiar with them, and they can follow their secret instructions at all times.
But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the mysterious and unpredictable Celestial Silkworm Art when facing the enemy was releasing his true energy uncontrollably, and he was exploring the surroundings. Even though he had no intention of peeking at the paint-covered monster, the opponent was so ferocious and terrifying.
The terrifying appearance was still reflected back clearly, even more meticulously and meticulously than what he observed with his eyes.
On the face as black as ink, there is a weird wrinkled face, like a thick ink inkstone that has been knocked over and crumpled rice paper, tightly glued to a living person's face, trapping his seven orifices and facial features at the same time.
, leaving only the difficult ups and downs caused by heavy breathing.
But even so, its hidden facial features may not be very normal. The arc of the face suddenly collapsed due to the disappearance of the nose, leaving only a sinus-like protrusion, and the overly prominent cheekbones also pressed against the human face.
Instead of his eyes where they should be, he looked around slyly and sinisterly, very much like the Night Monk who was rumored to attack people at night.
Hong Wending suddenly understood why that weird and ever-changing Kung Fu was called the "Celestial Silkworm Magic Kung Fu", because at this moment I just felt that the inner Qi of the seven limbs and hundreds of bones had not yet converged into one, and they were intertwined with each other.
The movements of the whole body are under my control, and they are just like a giant silkworm wriggling strangely in the body.
At this time, the internal force flowing in Hong Wen's sea of calming energy was just the limbs of the silkworm that originated from the same source. It rustled and gnawed at all the food that could be seen, swallowing up this small, fat and white body.
For example, the secret dragon-shaped fist that was unruly and tame at first, but now it can only be swallowed by silkworms, digested and condensed in a hurry.
Investigating its origin, the fat white silkworm whose origin is Ming Dynasty has not yet been closely related to Hong Wending, but it can be cut off. The various miraculous effects every time it defends against enemies are partly due to the silkworm it spins to make a cocoon and the celestial silkworm transforms.
A means -
But it happened that now, Tiancan Shengong suddenly lost his thoughts and ended up having a kind of bad curiosity and greed for the paint-skinned weirdo wandering outside the abandoned government office. He spontaneously bent and stretched the silk in order to get closer to the monster.
!
My mind was spinning for a moment. Hong Wending's leaning forward did not cause him to fall. Instead, he clamped his legs back and forth against the wooden beam, tying himself firmly to it like a horse riding upside down.
" There was a slight sound, and in an instant, the back of the hand was turned inward, the fist fingers were like steel, and with the "double lift of the sun and moon" in the shape of a tiger and a crane, he used a huge force to hit the top of his head hard!
Hong Zhijiang took advantage of the situation and penetrated the stone tablet diagonally. When he was about to pass through, he used his arms to grab the force and used the inertia to circle around and change the direction weakly, and counterattacked!
The nearest exit to me now is the low wall of the government office in front of the corridor. However, the wall is slippery and difficult to climb, and monks often appear and disappear between the corridor pillars at night. I must have accidentally intruded into the narrow narrow space.
In the Tao, there will inevitably be no room for maneuver, and if you are caught in the trap, the only way to escape is to not destroy the messy thatch and reeds in the old government office.
At that moment, Hong Wending had torn apart the tattered robe that Monk Ye was wrapped in, and discovered that underneath were rugged and rough back rib bones, which had long been in the same place as human beings, even the bones connected to them
Only a few pieces of muscle and human skin that had shrunk to almost dryness were left in the arms, still hanging under the arm bones.
Hong Zhijiang, who was temporarily freed from his pursuers, had time to catch his breath and rushed resolutely towards the white and dangerous building.
There is only one main entrance behind the dilapidated building, and an old plaque with the Chinese character "Qingxian Building" hangs below. The traces of the calligraphy have not been eaten away by moths. Only the plaque on the slightly slanted building still overlooks the top majestically. If you look closely, you can see the rest of the two floors.
The gabled roof is full of eaves and corners, and the vines climb as if wearing a pale green robe. The shape looks more like a dysprosium building with a stone and wood structure. It is connected to the blockhouse and surrounded by low walls.
same.
I saw me cross-legged and hit Monk Ye with a heavy horse fall. With my lower arm, I used a crane peck and a tiger claw to hit the enemy's heart hard. With each click, muffled thunder rose from the ground, chasing after the slow-moving Ye Ye.
The monk was able to dodge just in time, but his edge was immediately defeated, all remaining strength was gone, and he was severely beaten back into the grass!
The sad ghost poem once again sounded in Hong Wending's ears. I tried my best to rely on my memory and wanted to move towards the open window lattice, but the clouds in front of me were far away from Xiaoshui, and the dream was behind me. The waves of dizziness always seemed to be the same as mine.
After leaving, the back of the eyes became more and more white and dry, as if they were separated by clouds and mist, until they were able to move...
Before I could think it through, I deliberately used a flaw to take advantage of Monk Ye's sudden attack. I used my "right hand to break the row" to fall into the corridor, and retreated high into the vast grass and rocks.
Even though I was determined, Monk Ye suddenly appeared out of thin air from the wooden pillar in front of my back, staggering in his tattered robes. Everything about his body looked smooth, but he was able to attack Hong Zhijiang as slowly as lightning.
, even a moment's distraction will turn into a flaw.
Hong Wending was horrified in his heart, and asked himself that there was no such thing as the ability to escape from the ground and disappear, and there were other things besides the weeds and vines to block him. Could it be that there really were no ghosts and monsters in the world that could block the eyes and ears of a living person?
?
In the thatch and reeds of the abandoned government office, Tong Jian was a head lower than an adult, and the rocks on his feet were equally safe. Hong Wending used the Heavenly Silkworm Magic that he had just glimpsed to the extreme, and every step he took was using the force to lift him.
, the body became heavier and heavier, as if it would fly into the sky at any time, but the sound of Monk Ye shaking the night patrol board still followed closely, and he could always catch up in a moment.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hong Zhijiang recalled Ruiyan Zen Temple’s description of the "drought demon". At this time, he saw Monk Ye, who seemed not to be dead but to be transformed.
As for the beast that was bitten, the opponent's muscles and bones were stiff and withered, and he was dead but rotten. No wonder the two of them had been fighting for so long without showing a trace of decadence and fatigue.
"...It's bad and has been discovered!"
Hong Zhijiang reacted quickly. He slapped the pillars with his palms and suddenly exerted force. He immediately leaned out from the corridor where he was hiding. He suddenly dodged the Ye Ye monk who wanted to sting him. In fact, I thought it was Qing Ye at all.
The monk's actions, after all, all the actions of the attack, only happened when I was distracted for a moment.
Hong Wending flew through a wooden window, and the rotten support instantly turned into powder. The pursuit in the building seemed to suddenly disappear, with only the chirping of insects and the squeaking sound of footsteps falling on the ground, as Hong Wending climbed into the darkness.
The seven levels of Ming Dynasty are located.
Before a burst of fighting passed, Hong Wending was riding on the crossbar upside down, using his chest and abdomen to penetrate his strength. Even though his body had been tempered for a long time, he would still show his exhaustion between breaths. He had to relax for a moment, but not that moment.
The dangerously flying Monk Ye once again broke away from the attack and suddenly fell under the bluestone slab of the corridor. His footsteps were slow and staggering, and he disappeared behind the wooden pillar without any warning!
A muffled sound came, and Hong Zhijiang's fists first hit the steel-like night patrol board, and then the force suddenly penetrated the iron board and penetrated directly into the enemy's body. It landed without reservation under the tattered leather bag, and a burst of
The muffled sound of the formation was like an angry beating of a broken drum.
Monk Ye's strange mouth opened more clearly, his joints were ringing wildly as he tried to grab Hong Wending, but I caught him again at the right time. His fists turned into flying sand, and he quickly struck with "One Star" in front of the Tongtian Fist Technique.
” Respond and completely restrain it!
After trekking for a long time, Hong Wending felt that the sand on his feet turned into wet soil, and gradually turned into mud. It seemed that this white and dangerous building was built under the mud, standing towering on the side of the flood.
Will step into the icy hot river water.
Hong Zhijiang's body seemed to be pressed by something, and he suddenly lost his breath. The Heavenly Silkworm Magic was still shrinking rapidly, and it was not until he entered the Dantian Qi sea that he became slightly stable, and the fluttering true Qi disappeared.
It was like Hong Wending's eyes were covered by a pair of pale and thin hands, and he could only rely on his eyes to see things in a faint trance. What he saw and heard became more and more ethereal, and more and more real.
Hong Wending felt a bone-chilling cold wind blowing up, along with the fluttering silkworm energy, which froze up. He suddenly noticed the wisps of good intentions surrounding him, and then he was embarrassed and turned into fat white silkworms squirming inside my body.
, the scene behind my eyes blurred out.
"Why……"
In the empty hall on the seventh floor, there was a bright red wide-warped coffin. The low-burning candle had long been extinguished and turned into specks of wax tears under the coffin head. The paper money gathered together had also faded to color, and with it,
The cold wind on the low-rise building scattered dust and left a trail of rain and snow.
I suddenly turned around and made a seven-level pony posture, and clapped my arms until they were at shoulder level. "Double Dragons Going to the Sea" immediately took over the bridge-crossing hand that had tried everything possible, and slapped Ye Ye who was on the other side hard.
Under the monk's front and back.
Monk Ye's face was flaring in horror. At this moment, he was already one foot away from Hong Wending. He suddenly attacked, only to see his torn robes fly away, like a night owl and a jackdaw fluttering its wings.
Hong Wending narrowed his eyes slightly and realized that if he continued to fight with the monk that night, the fight would be over, and no matter how disadvantaged he was in the moves, he would always be able to break away from the opponent, and he would feel that his physical strength would be exhausted.
It's much.
A white shadow suddenly appeared among the reeds. Hong Wending punched to block it as if facing a small enemy. He was shocked to find that it was a stone plaque leaning against the rockery and lake rocks. Under the giant plaque was engraved "Zuoyi Peng's Eight Zhang Temple"
"Those small words that are as powerful as stone have not diminished despite the wind and rain.
At the end of the road, there is naturally no low wall blocking the government office, but there is also no white low-rise building overlooking it. Hong Wending's current idea is to take the opportunity to climb the building before getting rid of the entanglement, and then fly from the eaves of the building.
Once you get out of the low wall, the sea and sky will naturally be brighter.
Suddenly, the dust and dust on the seventh floor were blown all over the floor. There was a sudden "click" sound, and the broken window suddenly opened, quietly pushing out the strange night with stars and moon in the window, and the deep sky was rising slightly in the sky.
He was trapped in a trance, and there was no visible strange face looking up at people.
But Hong Wending was not firm at all, because the Tiancanzhen energy was fed back, and the corpse with a head stopped walking around the tree in a strange way, and ran towards my position proudly. At the same time, two white shadows also flew from the crack in the wall to the edge of the house.
When it comes out, it looks like a man looking in the mirror at one moment, and at another moment it looks like a woman teasing and ambiguously murmuring, both riding on the cold wind and retreating violently.
It was so late that Hong Wending quickly jumped from under the wooden beam to the ground. Before landing, I seemed to have sensed the attack, but my body miraculously moved half a step first, avoiding Monk Ye with his arms straight.
whip.
Monk Ye blindly looked at the roof of the corridor, Hong Zhijiang thought it was wonderful, even if I didn't try my best to control my Qi, I still couldn't stop the Heavenly Silkworm Magic from swaggering through the market. The strands of strange Qi had not been transformed recently.
The trend of rising was even more dispersed into the dark and terrifying ghost realm at this time, and his figure was suddenly revealed.
Hong Wending looked up in confusion, and saw a wisp of pale heavy veil floating under the beams of the room. Part of it was quietly hanging behind my eyes. It seemed that there was no ice-cold ghost hand under his shoulder, blowing coolness into my ear.
gas.
I feel that there must be nothing weird in the Chong'an County government office, but my purpose tonight is to slay demons, but to bring back the torture scroll on my chest. For this reason, I should stay less.
A sigh that was extremely sad and sad suddenly exploded in Hong Wending's ears. Even though it was just as strong as silk, it sounded completely different from the sound of thunder.
Before I even opened my eyes, I suddenly noticed that Monk Ye's figure standing blankly on the corridor had disappeared, followed by a gust of evil wind approaching me!
As the night patrol board wiped his face, Hong Wending noticed that there were a few large Chinese characters carved on it. It seemed to be "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra", but it was a passage from "Taixia Laojun often said the Purity Sutra".
It's ridiculous that the scripture that wipes away dust and dissolves old karma should be tightly held in the hands of such a filthy ghost.
"The flowers are blooming, and I am walking in the middle of the night. When I die, I hear that I have come back to life. Oil-painted carriages, hot green candles, pines and cypresses in Xiling are in the same heart..."
There is no incomplete pattern imprinted on the claws of an animal, and the traces are scattered and jagged with the word "Jie". There are no scattered white spots of mildew on the back, as if it is dead but rotten, moldy and ancient corpses exposed to the sun and wind!