8 Master Shenbi's Diary "Mr. Zhang, let me lend you the Burmese knife in your sleeve." Tan Ye gently extended his hand to Zhang Baisen.
Xiao Ke was stunned, because on the surface, Zhang Baisen was bare-handed and never showed signs of carrying weapons, but I know that at any time, he will never leave his body with the knife, even when taking a bath or going to the toilet, which is the most personal matter.
During the action, his knife was in the sleeve of his left arm. I couldn't see it, but I could feel its presence.
Zhang Baisen made an arc with his right fist in front of his chest and slowly landed on his left elbow, as if facing a formidable enemy: "I have the knife, but I will never lend it to the Japanese."
There was a sudden "clang" sound in his arm, and it turned out to be a peerless knife that had been "refined over a hundred times and turned into softness around the fingers". It could sense the hostility of its owner and make a sound of the knife in advance to scare the enemy.
The current situation can be roughly regarded as three against one. We have an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, body, and height. Even Xiao Kereng is almost taller than Gu Ye, but he exudes an aura that is neither humble nor arrogant, and is not overpowered by Zhang Baisen at all.
Suppress it.
The twilight has become extremely thick. The elephant monk at the Reincarnation Courtyard is probably waiting impatiently, right?
Zhang Baisen's martial arts was already revealed when he carried Master Xianyun into the temple. He should be a top-notch martial arts player in mainland China, but Gu Ye waved his left arm, and from his shoulder to his fingertips, his joints made "beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep"
There was a strange sound, and suddenly Zhang Baisen's left sleeve was torn apart as he opened and closed his left palm. A two-foot-long and two-inch-wide Burmese knife fell into Gu Ye's hand.
"It's indeed a good knife." Gu Ye said four words, the tip of the knife pointed in front of him, stone chips flew around, and a criss-crossing maze pattern appeared on the ground.
A series of movements were dazzlingly fast, and the three emeralds embedded in the blade shone like green fireflies in the night sky. When Zhang Baisen roared angrily, Gu Ye had already completed the shape, and threw it casually.
The knife clicked into the stone slab.
"Good skills, but I think Mr. Tanino still concealed his true martial arts." I knew that the reason why he deliberately used the sword with his left hand was to conceal his right-handed martial arts. From this, I even more doubted whether his martial arts was
It has reached a state that even I cannot fathom.
Since the Opium War, between China and Japan, two neighboring countries separated by a strip of water, martial arts masters have never stopped official and private ring competitions. From many old records of Jianghu, we can learn that the history of Japanese winning championships in China is still
There is no record of breaking through zero. After all, the saying "The world's kung fu comes from Shaolin" will not be in vain for so many years. Every kind of martial arts respected by the Japanese as "magic skills and unique skills" has its founder or copied prototype.
In China, when a disciple challenges his master, the result can be imagined. Occasionally, there are a few outstanding Japanese warriors who can temporarily win for a while with their weird martial arts, but in the end they still cannot escape defeat. After all, all the essence of fighting is
It has been studied very thoroughly by the Chinese, and it is no longer possible to introduce new things from the old.
What Tan Ye used was just a combination of "Air-Splitting Palm, Air-Sucking Palm, Grasping Hand, and Dragon-Capturing Hand" plus Indian yoga techniques. Strictly speaking, it was just a simple free-mixing method without any sect.
"Yes, I did hide my martial arts. Fighting and killing are outdated. And for the masters of the 'Hidden Sect' in Nepal, I don't need to use the secret ninja skills. Feng, if you have also been imprisoned for three years,
In the dark days, I will definitely feel the feeling of my heart stopping like water. Victory, defeat, honor and disgrace are just meaningless fame to me."
Gu Ye waved his right hand, and with a whoosh, the Burmese knife bounced up again, flew smoothly in front of Zhang Baisen, and stopped in the air. This was still the skill of "Capturing the Dragon", and his attainments in "Controlling Objects in the Air" were extremely high.
It's reached the point where you can do whatever you want.
Zhang Baisen still wanted to have an attack, but knowing that the gap between their martial arts was too great, he could only let out a long breath and withdrew his sword in humiliation.
It is important for people to be self-aware. Zhang Baisen has been walking in the world for more than ten years. Of course, he will not be a blind and impulsive young man.
"Our 'Yin Sect' will never forget the accounts of those three murders. One day, we will ask the 'Tian Ninja Alliance' to get them back." Zhang Baisen's oath was mixed with helplessness. Although the Yin Sect is the number one in Nepal
It is a big sect, but when viewed in the overall context of Asia, it is almost insignificant and can only be compared to the second-rate small sects in mainland China.
Tan Ye pointed to the maze figure and replied calmly: "Let's look at this puzzle first. Being quick in action and slow in speaking is the shortcut to cultivating one's nature. If you 'yin sect' can reflect on this sentence often, you will not
It will put your own position in the snow-capped mountains in jeopardy." He spoke to Zhang Baisen in the tone of an elder admonishing a younger one.
The maze is composed of fifteen irregular circles, with three vertical and horizontal straight lines crossing the circles, like a deformed spider web.
I only glanced at it, then nodded slightly to Gu Ye, turned around and walked towards the Moon Cave Gate in the northwest. It was getting late, and I must finish refining the Shao brothers tonight and send their ashes back to China as soon as possible. Things you need to know
Too much, Toka's death will affect the Japanese royal family, big shots will come to Fengqiao Temple at any time, and Gu Qingcheng from Hong Kong Island will come - today's affairs must be completed today, so that we can seize the opportunity efficiently.
Xiao Kereng quickly followed, leaving Zhang Baisen and Gu Ye alone in the patio.
After turning around the moon cave door, Xiao Keleng let out a long breath angrily: "It's really weird! There is no murderous aura in Gu Ye at all, but is filled with a depressing aura as heavy as Mount Tai, which makes people breathless." She started again.
He took out the pistol from his pocket, checked it carefully, and then put it back.
Gu Ye's ability to see everything is truly shocking. If he had intended to deal with Xiao Kereng and Zhang Baisen, the two of them would have had almost no chance to fight back.
I led her quickly through the winding corridor, heading straight north, passing by the side of the Essence Washing Hall, and then passed the six-story courtyard. To the left in front was the black wooden door of the Samsara Courtyard. As soon as I got close to the wooden door, I felt the first breath in my nose.
There was a strange burnt smell, which was the special smell of funeral parlors and crematoriums, and was different from any other strange smell in the world.
The firelight shone through the gap in the ajar door and slanted on the square tile floor. Occasionally, the voices of several hoarse middle-aged monks chanting sutras could be heard.
I pushed the wooden door, and it made a weird "squeaking" sound under my hand, which was sudden and weird.
"Mr. Feng——" The elephant monk in front of the bonfire reacted very quickly and immediately ran over to greet him, his shadow jumping up and down on the ground.
In the middle of the yard, two meters square of fine pine firewood has been neatly stacked, with a height of more than 1.50 meters, and the smell of special fish oil is carried by the wind. The stretcher holding the bodies of the Shao brothers is next to the firewood pile.
He was surrounded by five monks in gray clothes and chanted sutras to see him off.
"Mr. Feng, as long as you give the order, the ceremony can begin." The elephant monk pointed to the bonfire ten steps away from the pyre and reported seriously.
There are a row of unpretentious north rooms and three west rooms in the Samsara Courtyard. The lights in the rooms are very dim because that is where the coffin is parked, just like the "Yizhuang" in southern China. The dead don't need lights, they just need
The "eternal light" used to guide the way.
"I have to wait a moment, Mr. Zhang, Master Xiang, you did a very good job, thank you." I was about to walk over to take a last look at the Shao brothers, but Monk Xiang mysteriously took out a notebook with a black plastic cover from his sleeve and handed it to him with both hands.
He came over, glanced at Xiao Kereng warily, and then lowered his voice and said: "Mr. Feng, this is one of Master Shenbi's diaries. Although more than a dozen pages have been torn out, I still think it is of great research value.
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The notebook is only twenty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide. It is something similar to a calendar, and is usually only used to record phone numbers and the like.
The elephant monk's sleeves were so big that they almost rolled up when blown by the north wind. He hurriedly shook his arms and let the cuffs hang down.
I opened the book and found a missing page at random. I saw Master Shenbi writing in very sloppy handwriting: "If it can produce a huge impetus for the future development of Fengqie Temple, give way, retreat, and leave the temple.
It's not a problem, but it seems to me that Yano Kamishu doesn't have a complete and thorough understanding of the 'Wrath of the Sun God'. Is it credible? Is his plan feasible? Also, the appearance of a mysterious figure is a big sign for Fengqiu Temple.
A blessing? A curse?"
Two pages were torn out from the back, and the date jumped greatly, from February to October of 2003. The next paragraph was like this: "What is buried underground? The detection pictures shown by Tanye explained
The existence of a huge deep seabed hole. Where does it lead to? The depths of the Pacific Ocean? Ridiculous! The instruments are artificially made, and of course there will be deviations. I don’t believe it. If such a big hole really exists, how could all the presiding officers know about it?
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After hastily reading these two paragraphs, Zhang Baisen strode in and approached the stretcher without saying a word.
The atmosphere in the Samsara Courtyard suddenly became sad. I only saw Zhang Baisen's back, his head hung deeply, and his heavy guilt was clearly revealed.
Monk Xiang asked in a low voice: "Mr. Feng, the other diaries are records of trivial matters from long ago. Only this one, from 2003 until the death of the host, involves many sensitive terms. Is it useful to you?"
I patted him on the shoulder twice and replied with a smile: "It's very useful, thank you."
If the key pages are torn out, no matter how useful it is, it will only be a incomplete puzzle rather than an enlightening answer. It seems that I need to stay up late to read tonight - Tanano is discovering the "Wrath of the Sun God" incident
The main character in the story, it was his greed that allowed Feng Linhuoshan to take advantage of the loophole, which led to the fact that he was imprisoned.
This time, the elephant monk was very close to me and stood upwind. A strange body odor spread into my nose with the wind.
I raised my head and looked at his face, which was bright and dark in the firelight. Suddenly, an extremely familiar feeling came to my heart: "Why do I always feel that he seems familiar?"
"Hehe..." He keenly felt my strangeness, and took three big steps back with a smile.
The farewells of life and death of people in the world did not involve the crying scenes of ordinary people. Zhang Baisen remained silent and maintained that posture for ten minutes. The chanting monks had retreated to the eaves of the west room and stood in the cold with their necks curled up.
In the wind, I half-closed my eyes and felt drowsy.
The elephant monk spoke again: "Mr. Feng, it's getting late, can your friend-"
I suddenly became alarmed: "He shouldn't call Zhang Baisen that way! After all, the two of them have fought against each other in the marrow washing hall before. At least they are more familiar with each other than ordinary people, and they are not so strange that they would say Zhang Baisen is your friend."
'This sentence."
Zhang Baisen suddenly leaned down and held the hands of the Shao brothers respectively.
Xiao Kereng came close to me and asked for instructions in a low voice: "Mr. Feng, would you like to persuade Mr. Zhang to prevent him from being too sad?" Just after saying this, Zhang Baisen shrugged his shoulders, and with a "chuck" sound, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Fortunately, he turned his head quickly so that the two corpses were not soiled.
The monks under the eaves of the corridor exclaimed at the same time, and one of them could not help shouting: "Spraying blood on the dead is a sign of great evil! It is a sign of great evil!"