It was late at night, snow fell from the sky, and the entire Jinguang Temple was shrouded in cold. Except for a group of vicious thieves in Yunting Village who gathered around the brazier to keep warm, the rest of the monks could only huddle together to resist the severe cold.
In a Zen room in the temple, the headmaster is sitting cross-legged on a futon with his eyes closed. At a glance, he looks like a layman practicing Buddhism and meditating.
But if you look closely, you will find that the golden-faced boss is shaking constantly, with a painful expression on his face. Even in a cold Zen room without a fire, there are still beads of sweat on his forehead.
The big boss of Yunting Village was also a lieutenant colonel in the army in his early years. During a battle with Tubo, he encountered an enemy evil witch who cast a spell to cause a landslide, causing the big boss and a group of soldiers to fall into a deep valley.
Although the great master himself was seriously injured, he was lucky enough to survive. A secret cave was discovered at the bottom of the valley, which turned out to be the retreat of an unknown master.
The unknown master has passed away long ago, leaving only a bald mummy sitting cross-legged motionless, with two palms folded in front of the abdomen, holding a fleshy pill, no decay and shriveled, very mysterious.
At that time, the big boss had multiple fractures in his body and could only crawl with one arm. At the same time, he was trapped in a deep valley and was destined to die. In a completely hopeless situation, the big boss acted as a doctor and took away the meat pills.
Swallow it.
When the flesh elixir enters the body, it immediately grows rapidly like a living thing. Tentacles invisible to the naked eye extend crazily inside the headmaster's body, just like those doctors in the army who are proficient in suturing wounds, bridging the broken and broken limbs together.
Even though this process was extremely painful, the master couldn’t remember how many times he fell into unconsciousness and woke up repeatedly in the cave.
After the injury was fully recovered, the boss was overjoyed. He immediately kowtowed heavily to the unknown mummy to thank him. Then he found a martial arts secret book inside the mummy's robe. After careful examination, it turned out that the material was human skin.
The leader is just a rough man. Although he knows a few words, the human skin scroll is full of difficult scriptures. He has no way to start practicing. He can only make plans after escaping from the deep valley.
But for some reason, after the big boss recovered from his injuries, he became particularly hungry and thirsty. The wild fruits and trees in the valley alone were not enough to satisfy his hunger. By some mistake, the big boss looked at the fallen soldiers who fell into the deep valley together.
Sure enough, after a full meal of blood, the master immediately felt that his muscles and bones were nourished, and the internal energy in his body was flowing far better than before.
With this help, the boss finally climbed out of the abyss and regained his life.
The boss, who had gone through hell once, did not choose to return to the army. After experiencing such a transformation, he was very happy and unwilling to succumb to others anymore. He planned to make a name for himself with his own strength.
The big boss then went through the world several times, selecting a group of thugs from the refugees and starting a business of robbing homes and plundering merchants and travelers.
In addition, the great master also went around looking for literate scholars and literati, forcing them to interpret the martial arts secrets on the human skin scroll for themselves. In order to prevent them from deceiving, the great master often copied the text and gave it to different people to interpret.
After comparison, in order to prevent the secrets from being leaked afterwards, it was natural to suppress them.
After spending several years like this, the master has roughly understood this martial art called "The Blood Wheel of Death".
"Nasho Blood Wheel" mentions that to feed on the flesh and blood of living people, the liver is the first choice. After swallowing the flesh and blood, it is refined according to the exercises. Not only can the muscles and bones be strengthened, the power can be enhanced, but the consciousness can also be improved.
His senses are greatly enhanced, and he has extraordinary keen awareness when facing enemies.
The master knows how evil this martial art is, but every time he cuts open the chest and abdomen of a weakling and the hot blood sprays on his face, he feels great pleasure and it is difficult to give up.
It is not that he has never tried to interrupt his life, but if he is not nourished by flesh and blood for too long, the old injuries from falling off the cliff will immediately reappear, and the pain of tearing his muscles and bones will almost kill him.
Only then did the Great Master realize that the Meat Pill that saved his life had not been digested and absorbed. It was parasitic in the body like a living creature... No, to be precise, the Great Master's life depended on the Meat Pill. If
Without the nourishment of living flesh and blood, the master’s body would probably collapse and shatter.
The headmaster also tried to teach the "Naked Blood Wheel" to his subordinates, but found that even if they swallowed fresh flesh and blood, they could not improve as quickly as he did. After thinking about it, he may have received the help of the flesh pill, so that he could practice evil skills with twice the result with half the effort.
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Moreover, in order to prevent anyone from challenging his authority, the "Nasa Blood Wheel" mental formulas taught by the master to his subordinates were all incomplete. Most of them rarely entered the country, and some of them had physiques and bones that were different from those of ordinary people.
It's like a master who has practiced hard outer skills.
But for some reason today, my muscles and bones feel a dull pain when refining flesh and blood, as if there are several pointed cones wandering around in my body, piercing my intestines and scraping my belly, as if I have eaten something dirty.
After stopping the exercise, the master wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to himself impatiently: "What a bald donkey. Although he has not been beaten, he does have some practice."
In order to extort the treasure from Su Wangting, the Yunting Village thieves had to find a suitable place to stay near Weinan. The boss chose the Jinguang Temple, which is not far or near. It is surrounded by ordinary villages and villages, and there are no officers and soldiers.
Settled in. With the help of his capable men, he occupied this place overnight and persuaded other scattered pilgrims to leave in the name of merchants staying.
The monks in Jinguang Temple are all a bunch of vulgar people with no martial arts skills. They fell into the hands of the Yunting Village thieves and were allowed to be rounded and crushed without any complaints.
However, when the presiding monk of Jinguang Temple saw that the thieves in Yunting Village had kidnapped a girl, he took the initiative to dissuade her. He said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and that innocent children are willing to bear the responsibility.
The Yunting Village thieves were all a group of evildoers. After hearing these words, they became even more angry and immediately said they would kill the presiding monk.
The head master had never tasted the heart and liver of monks and nuns in the past. In order to prevent the presiding monk from doing bad things, he also wanted to show his authority to the other monks. The head master killed him in public, then took out the heart and liver, drank wine and ate it.
At first, the headmaster didn't feel anything was wrong, but now he was practicing the exercises according to the formula, refining flesh and blood to generate energy, and suddenly felt unwell, and there were faint signs of disorder in the "Naked Blood Wheel" exercise body.
He still remembered a scholar who had studied Buddhist scriptures a few years ago. When he saw the fragments of the oral formula, he said that this technique would lead practitioners to the animal realm and was extremely vicious. He also said that the boss was terminally ill. If he wanted to turn back, he should
You can only ask eminent Buddhist monks to teach you.
Naturally, the great master didn't believe such nonsense, so he broke the scholar's neck and cut open his chest to take out his heart and liver.
Now that I think back to the scholar's words, the master can't help but feel startled. Ignoring the theory of salvation, Buddhist skills may really be able to restrain "The Blood Wheel of the Sun".
Now that I think about it, the bald mummy in the cave in the deep valley was not a martial arts senior who had practiced the "Blood Wheel", but perhaps a Buddhist monk who had exhausted his cultivation skills to seal the evil flesh elixir.
As for the monk in charge of Jinguang Temple, although he has no martial arts skills, he chants sutras and worships Buddha all the year round. Perhaps he really has some Buddhist cultivation. The master ate his heart and liver, which is equivalent to absorbing the power of Buddha into his body, although it cannot be said to be restrained.
The skill of "Nasori Blood Wheel" is enough to cause trouble in the body.
"These bald thieves are more poisonous than arsenic!" The leader was very angry. He suppressed the discomfort in his body, got up and walked out of the Zen room, intending to kill a few monks to vent his anger.
As soon as I went out, there were two subordinates sitting beside the brazier outside the row of Zen rooms, drowsy. The boss stepped forward and kicked each of them, scolding: "Why are you sleeping? Where is that baby?"
The men quickly opened the door of the meditation room and saw a red-coated girl lying unconscious on the bed, with tears on her face. There was a half-bowl of cold porridge on the table beside her.
"Keep an eye on me!" the headmaster ordered: "The experts around Su Wangting might come to save people. If there is any movement, call immediately."
The two subordinates did not dare to be careless and even claimed that they were. After the boss left, they returned to their original state and sat down bored.
When they came to the main hall, they saw the group of monks sleeping on their pillows. The headmaster became more and more annoyed as he looked at them. He picked up one of them and threw him outside the house in the snow. He immediately used the power of "Nagi's Blood Wheel" and there seemed to be countless little ones all over his body.
The snake swam under the skin, blood gleamed on his hands, and a fishy wind blew against his face.
The monk suddenly fell to the snowy ground, and before he could react, he was hit repeatedly by the master as if he were a sandbag and a wooden stake for martial arts training. The crisp sound of broken muscles and bones made everyone else feel frightened.<
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After more than ten breaths, the unlucky monk was bleeding from all his orifices, and there was no intact bone in his body. Various fists, palms, claws and legs were used on him, like a chef breaking an animal on the chopping board. Except for the skin, it was still intact, and the inside of the cavity was probably
They are all broken into pieces of flesh and bones.
With a blast of his palm, the monk flew backwards and hit the wall of the courtyard hard. The internal force penetrated his vest and created a circular shallow pit. Blood spurted out from countless pores on the monk's body, splattering on the wall to form a horrific scene.
Picture of human blood.
The headmaster exhaled a breath of turbid air and took a blow. The discomfort caused by the conflict of Buddha's power in his body was relieved a lot.
"The master is so awesome!" At this time, Shouhou appeared beside him, unable to conceal his admiration: "I wonder when will I be able to have such martial arts as the master?"
"I will kill you before you finish practicing, and take out your heart and liver to replenish your skills." Of course, these words are just from my heart. Shouhou is a recent subordinate, and the boss appreciates his diligence and dedication.
.Especially the knife skills that cut the heart and liver into thin slices, the boss is really reluctant to kill them casually.
"If you succeed in getting a hundred thousand pieces of treasure this time, I will teach you the skills and instructions when I return to Yunting Village."
As soon as the boss finished speaking, his ears moved slightly, and he noticed that a subordinate with dark yellow pupils flew over. He was the eagle who was responsible for patrolling the perimeter. This person also practiced the fragments of "The Blood Wheel of the Sun"
, developed a pair of sharp pupils, the ability to see at night, and good light skills, so he was called the Eagle.
Perhaps, as the scholar said, "The Blood Wheel of Death" is meant to lead cultivators to the path of animals.
"Su Wangting is here." Eagle's voice was hoarse.
"Is he the only one?" asked the boss.
"A man driving a carriage." Eagle's eyes were sharp: "The ruts are deep and there is a lot of cargo."
"No one else was found?" The boss was suspicious.
"No one is seen."
The headmaster pondered for a moment, pursed his lips and blew a whistle. In a blink of an eye, twenty or thirty people came nearby and heard him say: "Five people will follow me out. The others will stay in the temple. If any outsiders sneak in, stand shoulder to shoulder."
Kill him!"
The thieves looked fierce and nodded. Five masters, including Shouhou, followed the master to the front yard of Jinguang Temple.
Not long after, Su Wangting shouted from outside the temple: "Are you heroes inside? I am Su Wangting, and I have brought you what you want!"
The headmaster sneered silently. He could hear the anxiety and uneasiness in Su Wangting's shouts, and the desperate tone of a helpless person came to his ears. It was really wonderful.
Opening the temple door, the head master stepped across the threshold, strutting with his head held high and a arrogant expression. He saw Su Wangting leading a carriage and holding a torch. The cart behind him contained several boxes and covered them with bamboo mats painted with tung oil.
The master doesn't want to take all the treasures of Linlangyuan into his pocket, but he is not ungrateful. Even if Su Wangting can get it, this move will completely offend the four wealthy people in Chang'an, and will also lead to the court's investigation.
Even if he only gets 100,000 yuan this time, the boss plans to stay quiet for a few years afterwards, buy houses and land in the countryside, and pretend to be a commoner to avoid the limelight.
"Brother Su, thank you for your hard work." The boss raised his hands and clasped his fists, pretending to be close, and showed a kind smile. Although in the eyes of others, this was similar to a grinning demonstration by a jackal, a tiger, or a leopard.
Su Wangting looked at the bandit leader with a golden face and sparse eyebrows. In addition to caring about Gui Yatou, what he felt in his heart was not anger, but cold and deep-seated hatred.
Even in a dangerous place like the Western Region, where killings and strife are unavoidable, Su Wangting still chooses to value peace if given the opportunity. Only for this group of thieves, for the first time, he had the idea of skinning and cramping them and using all kinds of torture.
"Hero, where is my granddaughter?" Su Wangting said this deliberately to show his sincerity. The person being blackmailed would not ask more questions and would definitely talk about matters of concern first.
"Don't worry, she is sleeping soundly. She is not cold or hungry." The boss slowly approached.
Su Wangting smelled the stench of blood on the other party's body, and secretly thought that these thieves and bandits were so filthy that even if they died a thousand times, it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.
"Then the good man might as well carry her out so that Su can take a look, how about that?" Su Wangting asked quickly.
"No hurry." The boss waved his hand, looked at Su Wangting for a few times, and then walked slowly around the carriage. At the same time, he looked around and found no other people, but the uneasiness that appeared in his heart still made him guess.
Troubleshooting.
Looking at Su Wangting's slightly trembling shoulders, the headmaster suddenly became interested: "Brother Su, you took out one hundred thousand gold and silver treasures from Linlang Garden this time. How do you plan to explain it to the richest man Wang Da when you go back?"
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Su Wangting's face looked haggard, as if he had aged a lot. His teeth chattered: "I have my own way, so I won't worry about you."
"No, this is what I'm worried about." The headmaster said with a ferocious smile: "Brother Su can come up with a hundred thousand pieces of treasure so easily. It shows that no one in Linlang Garden can stop you, even the richest man Wang Da is completely unaware."
"How are you doing?!" Su Wangting asked through gritted teeth.
The boss couldn't bear his greed and said: "Brother Su might as well take another hundred thousand gu of treasure. After all, I have many brothers here, and it will cost a lot to take care of them!"
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