After walking for about half an hour, I saw the yellow walls and black tiles of Tianshui Temple from a distance, hidden among the green trees. The gentle breeze brought the sound of reciting sutras, and also brought the fragrance of fireworks and the curling green smoke.
, sent together into this world of mortals, into the boundless blue sky.
Under the guidance of Master Huiwen, Mu Zizhen and Corpse Man Juchen passed through the door wall, climbed up the stone steps, and arrived outside the main hall. Master Huiwen stopped, turned around and smiled at the two of them: "Master Mu, I don't know
Could you please, please go to the west wing first, wait until you have bathed and changed clothes, and then enter the palace."
Although he was very anxious and wanted to know how to get rid of the evil spirit as soon as possible, Mu Zi really understood that he couldn't be impatient about this matter. After all, he was so filthy now, how could he break into the Buddhist palace without permission? This would be too presumptuous and rude.
So he nodded lightly and agreed to Master Huiwen's proposal. But when he pulled the iron chain and was about to take Juchen out of the main hall and into the side room, he heard Master Huiwen say again:
"As for Ju Shaoxia, I was led into the main hall first by Lao Ji. The first step in this method of dispelling evil spirits is to resolve his violent spirit. There are twelve novice monks in the hall chanting scriptures, which can calm the mind and calm the mind.
, it will be of great benefit to Ju Shaoxia."
Although the master's words were reasonable and well-founded, Mu Zizhen had never left him even an inch since he became possessed by the devil. At this time, he was inevitably a little uneasy: "Master, can you wait for a moment? Junior brother, he has no sense at the moment. Once he becomes crazy,
Dafa, I'm afraid he will hurt innocent people."
"Young knights, you can rest assured, I have my own plans in mind," Master Huiwen smiled slightly and replied, "It's not that I force others to do something difficult, it's just that it's the evening class at this time. If the monks disperse, I will be left alone to recite the Buddha's name.
There are bound to be some shortcomings.”
The so-called "evening class" refers to the fact that in the evening, the monks in the temple will gather in the temple to chant Buddha and chant sutras. For the monks, the time for the evening class is the same every day, and it is unchangeable. Muzi really cannot let everyone else do it because of his own selfish desires.
It was too difficult for the monks in the temple to change their schedule. Thinking of this, he could only hold up his fists and bow deeply to Master Huiwen:
"Everything will follow the master's arrangements. Thank you, master."
After saying that, Mu Zizhen handed the iron chain in his hand into Huiwen's palm. Corpse Juchen, who had never been involved by outsiders, became manic again. His hands struggled to swing up and down, trying to break free of the iron chain.
He was restrained, and seemed unwilling to leave with Huiwen. Seeing this scene, Mu Zizhen said "Ah Chen" in a deep voice. Just as he was about to give advice, he saw Master Huiwen put his palms together and bowed to the restless corpse.
He bowed and then recited aloud:
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and can survive all hardships."
This is the starting sentence of the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra". When Master Huiwen recited it loudly, the sound of the sutra made the corpse gradually calm down. Those eyes that were originally scarlet and strange,
The color actually dimmed a bit, becoming less bloodthirsty and terrifying. Seeing this scene, Mu Zizhen felt a surge of excitement in his heart. He raised his fists, bowed deeply to Master Huiwen, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Master!
Ah Chen is saved!"
"That's good, that's good." Master Huiwen smiled and nodded, then he took the dead corpse, Juchen, who was not struggling, and stepped into the treasure hall.
More than ten monks in the temple, benefited from Master Huiwen, chanted sutras loudly and loudly. The sound of "Bodhisattva" lingered around the beams. For Mu Zizhen, the sound of chanting sutras was like
Tianlai, when he thought that the demonic energy in Ju Chen could be suppressed and finally completely eliminated, a warm current surged in his chest. This joy that he had not experienced in a long time warmed his heart.
Although it was dusk at this time, Mu Zizhen felt that his vision was bright. The sufferings and hardships of the past had faded away. This long journey finally passed through the endless darkness and ushered in the moment of dawn.
.He did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly walked all the way, rushing into the west wing.
After bathing and changing clothes, he washed away the filth all over his body, washed away the embarrassment and sloppiness. Mu Zizhen put on a clean set of Tianxuanmen disciple uniforms, with three thousand black hair hanging down his shoulders, and was tied up high by him.
He raised his sword eyebrows and flew into his temples, his starry eyes unwavering. At this moment, the chief disciple of Tianxuan Sect returned to his former high-spirited state.
On the way from the side room to the main hall, Mu Zizhen's mind was full of confusion and thoughts. The scene in the Tianxuan Sect in the past when he taught the swordsmanship to this young junior disciple, and the scene when Ju Chen transformed into a demon, were like a revolving lantern.
appeared in his mind. He knew that it was not easy to get rid of the demonic energy, but he still couldn't stop looking forward to the moment when Juchen recovered and returned to his former appearance...
Close.
Seeing the double eaves flying up in front, the glazed roof shining brightly, and the main temple Buddhist hall very close at hand, Mu Zi was about to step forward happily, but suddenly he felt a panic in his heart, as if something was slightly wrong. He saw that the main door of the main hall was locked.
, there was silence all around, and the previous sound of reading and chanting scriptures could not be heard at this time.
Could it be that the monks had evening classes? Muzi thought for a moment, but was immediately rejected. At this moment, in Tianshui Temple, not to mention the monks chanting sutras, even the birds and insects had disappeared, and there was no sound in the temple.
, like stagnant water.
With a shiver in his heart, Mu Zizhen frowned, not caring about etiquette and respect. He kicked open the door of the main hall without even thinking, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Achen? Master Huiwen?"
With a "bang" sound, the wooden door hit the wall, shaking off the dust. The main hall was dark, with only a white candle lit, and the candle flame flickered. It was completely different from the scene where the incense was in full bloom and the monks gathered together.
The statue of the golden Buddha stands tall in front, a few futons are lying crookedly on the ground, and wooden fish instruments are scattered on the ground. In the dead silence of the hall, there are only tiny "clicking, clicking" sounds.
The sound came from the corner inside.
Mu Zizhen followed the sound and saw a strange, rickety figure hiding in the dim corner. The corpse man Juchen curled up with his head lowered. The iron chains in his hands had been cut off. He held a hand in both hands.
A white bone was making a cracking sound when being chewed.
"..." For a moment, his mind went blank, as if he had been struck by lightning. Mu Zi really opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the monster eating flesh and blood. If he was not a martial arts student, if he did not have excellent eyesight, he might
He couldn't tell that what the other party was biting was a human leg bone. But he could recognize it clearly, clearly, clearly, clearly.
All the hopes, all the longings, all the joys seemed so childish and ridiculous in front of this scene that was like a bloody hell.
The hot blood in his body seemed to suddenly cool down at this moment. All the strength in his body seemed to be lost at this moment. Mu Zizhen, who had always been strong and unyielding, and would rather bend than bend, suddenly staggered, his body shook, and he fell forward. With one hand, he
He held on to the pillar next to the door to barely support himself.
"Hey hehe hehe, let me tell you, Daxia Mu, do you like this gift that the slave family has prepared for you?"
In the dead silence of the main hall, a strange and strange voice suddenly sounded. The next moment, with the sound of "Gulu Lu", a human head was thrown to the ground and rolled in front of Mu Zizhen. The head's eyes were closed tightly.
His face was wrinkled and weathered, and the white beard on his chin was stained with blood, which was particularly dazzling - it was none other than Master Huiwen, but his face was pale and rigor mortis was already present, which showed that he had been dead for a long time.
Mu Zizhen slowly raised his head and looked at the person who made the sound. On the shoulders of the towering Buddha statue, sat an old man with a white beard, who also had the face of Hui Wen. However, he stepped on the neck of the golden Buddha statue, without any trace of it.
With pious respect, his feet swayed happily and he shook his head, showing a frivolous expression that was incompatible with his face.
That masculine voice, that sinister way of laughing, that frivolous and shameless attitude, that person was the culprit who attacked Tianxuanmen that day and used demonic energy to turn Ju Chen into a corpse. He was the one Mu Zi really hated.
The enemy is so deep in my bones that I wish I could kill him with a thousand swords——
"Soul Evil" Emperor Slave.
Mu Zizhen clenched his fists and squeezed out a broken voice from between his teeth: "It's...you..."
"Hey, Master Mu still remembers my family. I'm so grateful." Emperor Nu smiled sweetly. He suddenly raised his hand, and the green smoke suddenly rose, and he saw that the monk's robe and cassock on his body changed into soft water sleeves.
Where the water sleeves are raised, is there any shadow of the old monk? There is only a thin man. He is wearing colorful clothes, with a white face and red lips, making him look extremely enchanting.
This white-faced demon is the last "soul evil" emperor slave among the four masters of Yinglong. At this time, he pinched his orchid fingers, covered his lips, and chuckled again: "Hee hee,
The Nu family has been rehearsing for this play for a long time. Daxia Mu, do you think the Nu family's performance was good or not? Is it beautiful~"
Without waiting for Mu Zi to really answer, the emperor's slave continued to talk as if to show off: "In order to impersonate this old bald donkey, the slave family has been studying for a long time. The slave family has guessed that you will find Mu Daxia
This old guy, the slave family should take the first step and set up the scene for this big show~"
It turns out that Master Huiwen had already been killed by this evildoer. From the moment he first met in Tianshui Town, it was the trap set by the "Hunsha".
"Hehe, Daxia Mu, you are really a natural actor, you are a good actor. Do you know that as long as the slave family uses a little trick to suppress some demonic energy secretly, your ugly junior brother will have to behave
From the previous point, you thought he had regained a little bit of his humanity. His expression of gratitude made everyone feel sad~"
It turns out that the methods to relieve evil spirits and the theories of reciting Buddhist scriptures to resolve evil spirits were all fabricated and staged by this evildoer.
"Haha, Daxia Mu, you really want your ugly junior brother to recover and not let him be contaminated with raw meat and blood, for fear that he will be too deeply possessed and unable to turn back. Hehehehehe, the slave family will give that ugly junior brother a full meal. Not only will he be full of food and drink
It's enough, it's still human flesh and blood that's guaranteed to be fake. Although the meat is a bit old, it's still an eminent monk. Maybe eating it can prolong your life. Master Mu, do you think the slave family treats your ugly junior brother well?
Okay, are you very considerate~"
Mu Zi really felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone had hit him hard with a heavy hammer. Suddenly, a sea of air surged in his chest, and a fishy sweetness filled his throat. He staggered and knelt on the ground on one knee, "Pfft
"There was a sound, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Scam...everything is a scam. It was he who was blind and gullible. It was he who personally handed Ju Chen's iron chain into the hands of "Hui Wen", making A Chen embark on this path of no return from being an ogre and becoming a demon.
…
Mu Zizhen slowly clenched his five fingers and squeezed his fists tightly. Hatred boiled in his chest, and the boundless regret almost swallowed him up. He could only grit his teeth, but could not say anything.
One word. He slowly turned his head and looked at Ju Chen in the corner who was devouring corpses. Every time he gnawed off a piece of flesh and blood, and every time he swallowed a mouthful of muscle and blood, Mu Zi really felt that there was something in his chest, and he also felt that there was something in his chest.
Broken.
Gradually, blood-red veins burst out from Ju Chen's originally rotten black skin, protruding out of the flesh. His originally red eyes were now extremely bright red, so red that they almost looked like they were about to bleed.
Same. His body shape began to change, his size continued to expand, his black and purple muscles burst his clothes, the fangs in his mouth protruded outward, his nails grew crazily, and finally turned into sharp claws
——At this moment, Ju Chen’s figure skyrocketed and completely transformed into a monster.
He couldn't even hold on to the last trace of his humanity.
Seeing that his former junior brother had finally become a complete monster, eating the monk's corpse wantonly. The blood in Mu Zizhen's body seemed to be frozen at this moment. His heart felt like it had been gouged out.
, was thrown into the ice and snow, completely frozen, and then shattered bit by bit.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
In this endless purgatory, there was cheerful applause. Emperor Nu clapped his hands in a pretentious manner and said with a smile: "Oh my, my favorite thing is this climax scene. Mu Daxia and Mu Yingxiong, you
How are you going to deal with that ugly junior brother of yours? The slave family loves to watch dramas like annihilating relatives for the sake of justice."
"You..." A fierce voice came out from his teeth. Mu Zizhen clenched the sword in his hand. In an instant, each of his swords turned into a purple dazzling light and struck at the emperor's slave like a meteor!
"Suffer! Die!"
With an angry shout, Mu Zizhen's sword energy rushed away like a furious wave. His body was as fast as a swimming dragon, almost becoming one with the Qingfeng sword, and the rainbow sword energy swayed like stars and flames,
Directly take the Emperor's slave's heavenly spirit. This move, "Burn the Nine Heavens", as its name suggests, is a move that exhausts the warrior's cultivation and burns both jade and stone.
However, the "Soul Evil" Emperor Slave is one of the four masters of Yinglong. Although he is the last in the ranking, he still has the demon power of a thousand years of cultivation. Mu Zizhen is a mortal after all. Even though his martial arts cultivation is extremely high and his sword skills are
He was praised for his fierceness, but how could he withstand this thousand-year monster? The emperor's slave turned slightly, raised his sleeves, and turned into a phantom of blue smoke.
"Boom--" There was only a loud explosion sound. Mu Zizhen's move hit the beam of the main hall, and the beam was broken into pieces. The collapsed curtain gauze fell to the table below, and was being
The white candle ignited. In just a moment, tongues of flames connected together, turning the Buddhist temple into a sea of flames.
"Ouch, the slave family really didn't expect that Daxia Mu would be so careless." Above the sea of fire, the alluring figure of the emperor's slave suddenly appeared.
Mu Zizhen immediately attacked with his sword, and saw a flash of sword light, flying in front of Emperor Nu, but it passed through the air. Emperor Nu's figure turned into smoke again, and this was another phantom.
"Oh, it's really boring, not interesting at all." This time, the emperor's slave did not show up, but his strange figure echoed in the empty hall, "In this case, the slave family won't play with you anymore. Mu Da
Xia, before I leave, I would like to give you a heads up. You should quickly think about how to deal with your ugly junior brother. Not only is he disobedient, but his skills have also greatly increased, which is not easy to deal with."
The emperor's slave's voice gradually weakened, as if he was really leaving, and only joking words floated from a distance:
"Hehe, what's a good name for this excerpt? Is it 'Senior Brother Kills Demons and Kills All Relatives' or 'Junior Brother Swallows Brother and Massacres All over Tianshui Town'? Master Mu, please don't mess up the performance~"
The frivolous and teasing tone revealed the fact that Mu Zi really didn't want to face: if he didn't stop Ju Chen, and if he lost all humanity and only knew how to eat people to fill his belly, it would surely bring disaster to the entire Tianshui Town. By then,
, I don’t know how many innocent creatures will be swallowed up by Ju Chen.
At this time, the culprit, Emperor Nu, had already left. Mu Zizhen, who was standing with a sword, silently looked at Ju Chen, who did not leave any trace of a human being.
The iron chain that once imprisoned the opponent has been cut off by the emperor's slave, leaving only half of the iron chain hanging on his wrist. Now the demon Juchen is as tall as two people, with a ferocious face and an ugly appearance. His fangs and sharp claws make him...
It didn't look like a human being, but more like a ferocious beast. He held the bones in his hands and gnawed them, not caring even if the flames were coming to his side. The red blood beads snaked along his sharp claws and along the broken iron chain.
Sliding down, dripping into the dust.
The flames rose, projecting the cannibal's figure on the white wall. This scene gradually overlapped with the childhood images in his memory. Mu Zi was so sad and speechless, he could only watch the two of them helplessly.
The tragedy of ten years ago happened again. Only this time, what he faced was no longer the heinous ape demon Zhu Yan, but his once dear and sincere junior brother...
The oath he once made to "kill all the demons in the world" has become the last thing he wants to fulfill at this moment.
The promise he made in the past to "never leave you behind" has become the last word he can keep at this moment.
Boundless grief, like a tide like a sea, almost drowned Mu Zizhen. His hands seemed to be bound by plumb bobs, which were extremely heavy. His feet seemed to be tied by huge rocks, dragging each other painfully. However,
, he still tightened his fingers, tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his palm, and moved slowly.
It was difficult, but he still walked slowly towards the sea of fire and the violent demon step by step.
His arms were as strong as a sword, but he still slowly raised his hands bit by bit, pointing his sword at his former brother.
