Ling Jing glanced around the Buddhist hall, and suddenly he scurried from the beam to the window on the right wall like a fish. He slipped and jumped out of the window, and then he jumped up to the roof again.
As soon as his figure disappeared, a "creak" was heard from below, and the door of the Buddhist hall was pushed open. Two figures entered the Buddhist hall one after another, and the one on the left was holding an orange lantern in his hand.
"Senior sister, I have read through almost all the books in this old house on Xiangyang Lane. Only the Buddhist scriptures and objects in this Buddhist hall are relics left by our ancestors, so I have never dared to check them without authorization. You said,
Could this sword manual be in these Buddhist scriptures?" Lin Pingzhi put the lantern on the table, lit an oil lamp casually, and said thoughtfully.
Yue Lingshan nodded and said: "This may not be impossible." After thinking for a moment, she pondered: "Perhaps we can also take apart the layers of these Buddhist scriptures and take a look."
Lin Pingzhi's eyes lit up and he said: "Senior sister is really smart. If it weren't for the help of senior sister, I'm afraid I would never have thought of this."
Yue Lingshan frowned slightly when she heard what he said was exaggerated. She glanced at Lin Ping lightly, then turned her head and picked up a Buddhist scripture.
Seeing that there was no response from Yue Lingshan, Lin Pingzhi smiled awkwardly and then went to the other side.
From time to time, the sound of paper being turned and book threads being torn could be heard in the room. Ling Jing stayed on the roof of the house leisurely. At that time, there was only a crescent-like waning moon in the sky. The moonlight was very dim, and he could hardly see anything in the dark night.
not see.
He stood on the roof, not afraid that anyone would discover his whereabouts. He only heard rustling sounds in the room under his feet for a long time, and then he heard someone sighing in despair.
"Senior sister, we have torn apart seventy or eighty volumes of this Buddhist scripture, but we haven't found anything. If we continue to unpack it..." He turned around and looked at the bookshelf beside him, which was only sparsely populated.
He placed a dozen Buddhist scriptures sparsely and said, "There aren't many left."
Yue Lingshan couldn't help but sigh when she heard this. She and Lin Pingzhi had been searching this old house for more than ten days in a row. They had searched almost every corner of the house, except for the missing parts of the old house.
I took apart the bricks and tiles on the wall one by one and looked at them, but still found nothing.
"No, I must prove Ling Jing's innocence."
She seemed to turn a deaf ear to Lin Pingzhi's words. She immediately took down several yellowed Buddhist scriptures from the bookshelf and placed them in front of her. She picked up the top one and read through each page carefully.
Lin Pingzhi looked at her profile, the expression in his eyes was complicated and difficult to understand.
At this moment, Ling Jing, who was on the roof, suddenly heard a soft sound from behind.
He quickly lowered his body and squatted behind the ridge of the roof. He turned around and saw two figures approaching from the south roof. They gestured to each other and jumped into the yard, landing silently.
The two of them immediately leaned into the window slit and looked inside.
Ling Jing looked in the direction of the two people, the blue light in his eyes became colder and colder, he suddenly chuckled and thought to himself: "It turns out it's the two of them, how could I forget them."
There was a thoughtful look on his face, and he thought to himself: "Since these two people are here, then Yue Buqun and his wife should also be here soon."
He still had a clear memory of the plot of this scene, and he knew that the two black figures underneath were masters sent by the Songshan sect to intercept the "Evil Sword Manual". One was called "The Bald-Headed Immortal" Bu Chen, and the other was called "The Vulture"
Sha Tianjiang, according to the seniority of the Songshan Sect, should be the junior brother of Zhong Zhen who died under his sword.
In the original plot, it was these two people who discovered the "Evil Sword Manual" first and were about to take them back to the Songshan Sect, but unexpectedly they met Linghu Chong and both died under the sword. In the end, Yue Buqun got an advantage.
"So, Yue Buqun probably hasn't noticed that Yue Lingshan is missing until now. But since there is such a big drama tonight, I have to wait until you arrive in person."
In the original plot, Yue Buqun took away the "Evil Sword Manual" without telling everyone, and then framed Linghu Chong. But with him here today, how could he allow this to happen?
He just wanted to put this world-shattering sword manual in front of Yue Buqun in front of everyone, and let's see what he would do.
"Humph! This is more interesting!" There was a sneer on his face, and his eyes were full of ridicule. Suddenly, he saw the two figures below silently walking around the door. They looked at each other and clicked.
Nodding, the man on the left suddenly slapped the door panel away with his palm, and the two of them rushed into the room one after another.
"Who is that person?" In the dark night, Yue Lingshan just heard a scolding sound, and she was about to draw her sword and stab the black shadow. Unexpectedly, the opponent's movement was really superb. She had just pulled out the sword halfway, and the enemy had already inserted two fingers into her eyes.
Yue Lingshan had no choice but to let go of the hilt of the sword and raised her hand to block it. The man grabbed her with his right hand three times, all pointing at her throat.
Ling Jing jumped off the roof and landed by the window. He held a small stone in his hand and stared at Yue Lingshan without blinking, waiting for her to be in the slightest danger before taking action.
Yue Lingshan was horrified and took two steps back. Her back was already leaning on the edge of the altar table and she could no longer retreat.
The man's left hand slashed at her Heavenly Spirit Cap, and Yue Lingshan raised her palms. Unexpectedly, the man's palm was a false move, and he pointed out with his right hand. Yue Lingshan's middle finger on her left waist was leaning on the altar table, unable to move.
Lin Pingzhi on the side was even more embarrassed. He only took a look at his opponent and was hit on an acupuncture point. He didn't even use a move. At this moment, he stood frozen to the side, with a look of shame, anger and resentment on his face.
After the two people restrained Yue Lingshan and Lin Pingzhi, they did not attack them again. Ling Jing, who was hiding outside the house, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although he was sure that he could kill these two people before they took action.
, but putting Yue Lingshan in danger still made her feel a little uneasy.
The two men were looking around in the Buddhist hall. One person picked up the underground futon and tore it in half. The other person slapped the wooden fish and split it into seven or eight pieces.
Lin Pingzhi and Yue Lingshan could neither speak nor move. When they saw the two men tearing futons and smashing wooden fish with their palms as strong as knives, they were obviously looking for the sword manual to ward off evil spirits.
Among the futons and wooden fish."
But seeing that there was nothing hidden in the futon and wooden fish, she felt a little relieved. Yue Lingshan bit her lower lip and stared at the two people, hoping that they would find nothing. Otherwise, how could she prove that Ling Jing was
Innocent.
The two men were both in their fifties. One was bald and the other had white hair. The two moved quickly. In an instant, they smashed the altar table and other objects in the Buddhist hall one by one until nothing could be broken.
Everyone looked at the portrait of Patriarch Bodhidharma.
The bald old man stretched out his left hand to grab the portrait. The white-haired old man stretched out his hand and shouted: "Wait a minute, look at his fingers!" Lin Pingzhi and Yue Lingshan couldn't help but look at the portrait, but when they saw the picture
Zhongbo Bodhidharma puts his left hand behind his back, as if holding a sword formula, and the index finger of his right hand points to the roof.
When Ling Jing heard the man speak, a strange color flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the white-haired old man and thought to himself: "This 'white-headed immortal' Bu Chen is really thoughtful."
The bald old man had a puzzled look on his face and asked, "What's weird about his fingers?"
There was a hint of excitement on the face of the white-haired old man, and his face was slightly flushed. He said: "I don't know! Let's try it." He raised his body, aimed his palms at the place where Bodhidharma's index finger pointed in the picture, and struck.
roof.
There was a loud sound, and the sand and dust fell. The bald man stretched out his hand to block the top of his head and said: "What's there..." After only saying four words, he saw a group of red things coming from the hole in the roof.
It floated down, but it was a cassock worn by a monk. The white-haired old man stretched out his hand to catch it, illuminated it under the candlelight, and said happily: "It's...here." He was so happy that his voice began to
Trembling.
The bald old man didn't react for a while, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "What's going on?"
The white-haired old man was quite excited. He handed the other end of the cassock directly to his hand and took two steps back. The two of them just unfolded the entire cassock and said in a trembling voice: "See for yourself." Several people in the room, including Lin
Pingzhi and Yue Lingshan both saw that the cassock was covered with densely packed small characters. Their bodies couldn't help but trembled and their expressions were excited. Lin Pingzhi was so excited that his eyes turned red and he was breathing heavily.
The bald old man just read a few lines of words, and the excitement on his face was already uncontrollable, and he said: "Is this the sword manual to ward off evil?"
The white-haired old man laughed loudly and said: "Ten points, this should be the sword manual. Haha, we two brothers have accomplished this great feat today. Brother, please put it away."
The bald old man was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. He carefully folded his cassock and put it in his arms. He pointed to Lin Yue with his left hand and said, "Are you dead?"
The stone in Ling Jing's hand turned slightly. As soon as the white-haired old man showed his intention to harm Yue Lingshan, he immediately took action and restrained the two old men first.
Unexpectedly, the white-haired old man said: "Now that I have obtained the sword manual, there is no need to form a deep hatred with the Huashan sect, and there is no need to pay attention to them anymore."
The two walked side by side towards the door of the Buddhist hall, about to cross the threshold and leave.
Suddenly, there were only two "whirring" sounds, and two powerful forces attacked the two of them respectively. Just by hearing the harsh whistling sound, one knew that these two forces were coming fiercely.
The white-haired old man and the bald old man were shocked. They knew that there was probably an expert on the side, and their actions probably could not escape the eyes of others. The man on the left couldn't help but touch his chest.
From the front of his clothes, he quickly pulled out the weapon from his waist and turned around.
The two old men both used double swords, and their sword skills were refined. They had obviously reached a superior level. There were only two "bump" sounds, as if something hard object hit the two old men's swords.
"Okay... Such amazing strength." Bu Chen and Sha Tianjiang each received a hidden weapon, and felt an extremely strong force coming from their hands, which was far greater than the two of them, and their bodies couldn't help but sway.
After two shakes, their shoulders bumped into each other. (To be continued.
