Lincheng Huamo Chapter 62: The Tribulation of Hanshan Temple
The lingering song of losing the dragon's sword drives the phoenix to soar into the sky. The air is thin and the wind is extremely cold. Misfortunes never come alone, but it is a moonless night, and the expression is in a trance.
Holding the broken mountain bird orange order tightly in his hand, his face was full of sadness under the mask, but what, what? Hong Hong, is the situation really at the point where we have to risk our lives?
The moonless night is overcast, as if the immortal power in the body has been dispersed, and the skill of controlling the beast can no longer be maintained. The flaming phoenix disappears in an instant, and the figure in red clothes and mask is lingering like a song, holding the broken arrow tightly like a maple leaf falling from a height of ten thousand feet.
The wind roared wildly, and even though I tried my best, I still couldn't turn that feather into a spiritual beast and phoenix again, or it was a disaster, and my life ended in such an accident.
Unwilling, unwilling, Ying Ruge bit her two fingers and spilled blood into ink, shouting: "Unveil the mysterious yellow, explore the Hongmeng, the heaven and earth are alive, chaotic and desolate; the dragon is the ancestor, the phoenix is the auspicious, I am the supreme creature in the universe!"
I saw purple energy slowly wrapping around my body, driven by auspicious clouds.
He managed to stabilize his body, but in an instant, the clouds and smoke disappeared again. His body sank, and he no longer had the strength to fight against the heaven and earth.
Either the fate should not be cut off, or good and evil are rewarded. The astigmatism spirit body separated from the heart and floated in the air. Da Lang's face was red and his small hands were tightly grabbing the red skirt. Unfortunately, although he had the Taoism and practice, he still had no knowledge.
Unable to save.
Reluctant, unwilling, at that moment, Ying Ruge remembered a person's name.
"You travel to Lingxi and return home!"
In an instant, firelight came out from within, illuminating the earth, and the night was as bright as day. A warrior in white clothes who was as beautiful as a woman appeared invisible, hugged Ying Ruge sideways, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, Mo
Young Master is in trouble!"
A short sentence, but it was like a bolt from the blue, You Lingxi, You Lingxi, why did you call back Youlingxi?
Returning to the earth again, he waved his sleeves and ordered: "Wander Lingxi, go back, no matter who you are, there will be no mercy for those who threaten you! He is the only master!"
You Lingxi bowed respectfully, and after bowing, the light and shadow disappeared. Ying Ruge's body paralyzed, and he fell to his knees, beating the ground with his fists, what a shame!
He stood up again, drew an array in the air with the blood dripping from his broken fingers, and shouted sternly: "Thirteen Hate..."
The mind is full of ambition but the power is insufficient. The thirteen famous swords are just like a mirage, a bright picture appears, but in the end it is nothingness.
When he was helpless, in the dim light, Dalang gently put his small hand on Ying Ruge's shoulder from behind. The little boy's infant spirit stopped talking. However, Ying Ruge stopped moving and turned around to see Dalang worried.
He looked like he was crying and laughing.
Ying Ling's brows were still furrowed, but she didn't know how to comfort her. Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of oppression came over her, which actually came from Ying Ruge.
Brother Ying, who had saved him, had lost his visor. He had a gentle face with tears in his eyes, as if he was pleading. But in this pleading, Dalang was afraid like never before, a kind of instinctive and primitive fear.
It was a cold and windy night in the secluded mountain temple. Apart from "whoosh", the only sounds left were the chirping of insects and birds. A distinguished guest lived in the Chaimen monk's room in the innermost nunnery, but from time to time, heart-breaking cries of pain came one after another.
Again and again.
Two elderly monks were guarding the outside, but they sat cross-legged in silence, as if they had not heard anything going on inside the house.
The old monk with long eyebrows said in an old voice: "Junior Brother Wujue, what's the difference between a singer chanting Buddha and a scholar chanting Buddha?"
The long-haired old monk held his chin up and thought for a moment, then answered: "Singers value meaning, while writers value etiquette?"
The old monk with long eyebrows smiled and said nothing. The whistling of the wind became louder. The old monk with long hair slapped his hands on the ground and flew up cross-legged. He opened his arms and the golden light shone brightly. When the real Buddha fell into the dust, he could only hear: "The world is covered with dust."
The calamity will last forever, and the butcher's knife will melt the blood and destroy the pagoda!"
With the Buddha's mercy, the "卍" golden seal appeared like an angry wind god Fei Lian coming suddenly. In an instant, the darkness was dispersed by the golden light. After the Buddha's light dimmed, when he looked again, he saw that there were thirteen warriors in black.
The long-haired old monk landed firmly on the ground, his body as straight as a pine tree, without any of the rickets that often appear among octogenarians. He made Buddha seals with his hands and said "My Buddha is compassionate".
The warriors in black drew their long swords one after another, and the white light shone brightly, seeming to foretell the coming bloody storm.
Thirteen white blades thrust out simultaneously. The old monk practicing in seclusion had never seen this kind of sword technique. It was simple and quick, and he could defeat the enemy with one move.
The sword stabbing movement stopped, and the first sound of Xiaoxiao wind fell.
The golden Buddha seal was shattered by the black-clothed warrior, shattering like glass and turning into nothingness.
The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying!
The swords of the three warriors in black were gleaming with cold light. They thrust out their sharp swords using the same move, just like the cold wind blowing away the clouds on the solitary peak.
The long-haired old monk felt the pressure. He raised his Buddha Yuan fiercely and roared like a lion. He was very angry and shouted: "You are such a domineering young man, so angry..."
Before he could make a move, he saw a strong wind suddenly blowing up, and all the swordsmen retreated and scattered.
"Junior brother, after fifty years of repenting for your sins, you must never have this murderous thought again!"
The old monk with long eyebrows also stood up, but he was old-fashioned, with a thin and rickety figure. His face was full of kindness, but there was something vaguely frightening about it.
"Dear good people, why do you come to my little temple in the mountains?"
The warrior in black didn't say anything. The leader threw out several beautiful sword flowers and attacked again. Each sword was faster than the other, and each sword was harder than the last.
It’s gin and wine that goes along with the song, it has nothing to do with romance!
Sword flowers fall, the white light dims, and blood drips.
The old monk with long eyebrows did not move, but he felt that the Buddha was shining brightly in the world. He struck back with a palm, and at first he saw the Buddha seals with the word "卍" coming overwhelmingly. It was black.
When the warriors saw that the old monk guarding the gate had been injured, they fled one after another.
No matter how much blood flowed from his left wrist, the old monk with long eyebrows still maintained his energy as steady as a mountain. His power as a Buddha continued to improve, and the black-clothed warrior reappeared in the wind-breaking sword formation, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying"!
The two moves meet and each disappears.
The long-haired old monk was as angry as a wild insect, and his robes moved without any wind. He was about to waste his cultivation and kill everyone, but he felt that the air around him suddenly heated up.
There were no stars in the moon, but the sky was filled with flames for an instant, and the wind came slowly. Looking from the source, it looked like bloody flames, like a harbinger of the devil's attack.
Ying Ruge, the Ghost Controlling Lord of Mu Han Tower actually has red hair that moves with the wind, and his half-naked upper body is covered with scars.
What's even more strange is that this man's right eye actually has a tattoo for no apparent reason, resembling a dragon, a phoenix, a ghost, a demon, the exact appearance of which is completely unexplainable.
Although his whole face was completely uncovered, this ghost-controlling master of the brothel gave people an indescribable sense of oppression tonight, and his murderous aura also contained a kind of terrifying and gloomy feeling that could only be found in ghosts.
Although the stars were dim and the moon was dark, the leader of the black-clothed warrior finally saw clearly the face of the person under the firelight. He was shocked. How could he believe that this face was exactly the target tonight, Mo Ming, the young master of the Mo family?
The black-clothed warrior no longer thought about it, he waved his sharp sword, the white light shone, and thrust out with a sword. Hearing the song "The wind is rustling and the water is cold, the strong man will never return when he is gone", he was sad and felt inexplicable sadness in his heart.
The flame demon-like Ying Ruge was full of anger, "The wind is rustling, the water is cold, the water is cold!"
His right hand turned into a claw, wrapped in blood and flames, and faced the sharp sword that broke the wind.
"Star Jue-Kui Mulang!"
The flaming claw suddenly changed color, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into black iron. With a "Crack" sound, the black-clothed warrior collapsed to the ground. The sword was not broken, but the hand holding the sword flew away.
The body is several feet tall.
The pain of breaking his wrist was unbearable, but the warrior in black smiled and laughed. He staggered to his feet and raised his left hand. The assassins behind him actually put away their swords and gradually disappeared into the darkness. It could be heard that they had already
Evacuate.
The black-clothed warrior gathered strength in his left hand and turned it into a blade of wind. Ying Ruge, who was almost demonic and almost crazy, got a little interested and gathered his energy to form a blade, but it was a pity that the fire was not enough.
Before the wind blade took shape, I heard "Nine Nethers Lihuo!"
Will-o'-the-wisps fell from the sky, and the warrior in black instantly turned to ashes. The black mark on the ground seemed to prove that it once existed.
The unkind Lord Controlling the Ghost slowly turned around and looked at the two old monks with long hair and long eyebrows. He no longer showed the usual respect for the Buddha, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up into a smile like an evil charm.
Hanshan Temple, Hanshan Temple, does that eldest cousin who I have never met still live in this Hanshan Temple?
Attacking again, the eight golden dragons seemed to have been imprisoned in Lei Ze for hundreds of years. They howled like wild horses and attacked the injured old monk with long eyebrows.
Seeing that his senior brother is in danger, the long-haired old monk appears again with world-shattering cultivation. Compared with the long-browed old monk, he does not have the compassion that a Buddhist should have.
Jiufeng's wise sword subdues the black tiger!
They saw the long-haired old monk holding a sword in his left hand and forming a fist in his right hand. He thrust out the sword and then struck with a punch. The sword was about to pierce his throat when he saw the golden dragon turning back and attacking the long-haired old monk again.
Ying Ruge actually felt that the "Jiu Feng Hui Sword Crossing the Black Tiger" looked familiar. The long-haired old monk sharply turned his sword and slashed eight dragons with one sword. The momentum of his right fist did not decrease. As he got closer, he heard the sonic explosion of Po Feng.
Voices.
Star Art-Female Earth Bat!
The floor tiles in the temple shattered in an instant, and then built into a wall to separate the two people.
The Fuhu Luohan Fist punched through the earth wall with one punch, and the remaining force hit the side of Ying Ruge's face. The Ghost Controller's body flew four to five feet, and he kept adjusting his body in the air. He turned over like a civet cat and landed on the ground, but the side of his face was already burning and painful.
.
The long-haired old monk struck again, and the blood in his chest was filled with an inexplicable and long-lost excitement. Ying Ruge boxed in Tai Chi, transformed into the Eight Diagrams of the Immortal Path, opened the door to life and death, and the sky fire came.
Although the long-haired old monk was old, he was still as agile as a stubborn monkey jumping around in the forest, but he was unable to completely dodge. The monk's clothes caught fire, but fortunately he fell off in time and escaped the disaster.
The long-haired old monk's eyes were like fire and his brows were angry, but he was stopped.
"Junior Brother Wujue, stop it quickly!"
The long-haired old monk withdrew his attack, but Ying Ruge ignored it and continued to attack fiercely. The long-browed old monk did not care about being injured. The power of Buddha Yuan reappeared, but he saw the chaimen open and a figure jumped out.
The unfinished move was interrupted by Bai Ying, and the long-browed old monk staggered. Fortunately, the long-haired old monk held him up and kept him from falling to the ground.
Bai Ying's target was not the old monk, but the red-haired devil-like Ying Ruge. The pure white sword was not stained with any dust. When the sword was thrust out, white light flashed. It was the ancient sword manual Yi Shuihan's "Gin Wine".
Following the song has nothing to do with romance."
An extremely casual sword, but also a sword with a unique threat.
"Wandering in Lingxi, what Xiaoxiao did!" Ying Ruge reappeared the power of the Fire Dao Immortal and shouted loudly, "Jiuyou Lihuo!"
The nine flames followed You Lingxi like a shadow, and You Lingxi slashed left and right with a flawless white sword without fear of the Nine Nether Fire.
Ying Ruge flew by, picked up the sword of the black-clothed warrior on the ground, and used the sword move "Flying Flowers in the Sky".
You Lingxi is not afraid of the immortal ghosts, and once again uses the sword "Golden Bottle Full of Blood and Dances in the Moon", the sword is invisible, and it is done casually, but every sword hits the vital point.
Then came the sword move "Gin and wine are like songs, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon", one sword is better than the other, casual and exquisite, but there is no trace of bloodthirsty and viciousness.
Ying Ruge saw an opportunity to take advantage of the flaw in the gap between moves, so she urged him to use the move "Laughing Buddha"
"Drunk and lying in the flower-shaded stream", a sword thrust out, a stone with thousands of waves.
There is no way to retreat while wandering the Lingxi River, lingering like a song, and it seems that the murderous intention has been resolved, but I hear a Buddha's words: "If for hundreds of thousands of kalpas, the work is not lost, and when the causes and conditions converge, the retribution will be paid to you."
With a line of Buddhist words, the red-haired demon Ying Ruge actually withdrew his attack, not caring about the numbness and tingling pain in his right arm, unable to hold his fist, and the sword fell to the ground. The strange tattoos on his face slowly faded, and the color of his hair slowly recovered.
As if he was exhausted and unable to support his body, he fell to his knees and listened to the whisper of the ghost master, asking: "Master, is the reincarnation of life and death destined to cause suffering in this life and karma in previous lives?"
"Everything yesterday is like dying yesterday. All things today are like being born today. Donor, the old monk, although I don't know who the benefactor is, there is no intermittent happiness on the three banks of the river. The affairs of this life are not yet decided, so why worry about the afterlife?"
But the long-haired old monk said out of his mind: "Senior brother, this man is actually with Mr. Mo..."
"Donor, there is coarse tea in the shabby room, why don't you take off your armor? Although the tea has no fragrance, it tastes bitter and you can talk about Buddhism if you meditate?"
Although he didn't know what he meant, he couldn't help but stand up and slowly walk towards Chaimen. As he got closer, he felt pain in his heart, thumped again, and fell to his knees.
The long-haired old monk did not care about the previous offense. He quickly supported Ying Ruge and persuaded her: "Duckweeds travel eastward without roots, and migratory birds return home year after year. Donor, please go back."
"Go back? Go back!" Ying Ruge smiled bitterly and looked up at You Lingxi. It was ridiculous. How much strength did she still have? Even You Lingxi was above her.
Likewise, his loyalty to You Lingxi could not help but feel warm in his heart, as if a knot had settled in his heart.
In a windless and lightless place, the two figures were as weak as children.
One of them asked the other person in a voice that was not pleasant, like the roar of a beast: "Xiao Liu, why do you only like Xiao Shisan among the three junior brothers?"
"Don't blame me. Second senior brother is considered the pinnacle of swordsmanship. He also likes this lingering song. What's so surprising about me liking him?"
"Hey, such a good seedling, why does it suffer so much?"
"Three, are you kidding me? Little Thirteen is going through a lot of hardships. He knows who his parents are after all. It's my life that is miserable. I don't even know who was born."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy named Xiao Liu was rewarded with a chestnut by the three, and then the three continued: "But, Xiao Liu, do you think there is something strange about the swordsman in white that you can't explain?"
He looked at You Lingxi intently, originally intending to observe what was different about this man, but he was greeted by a sword. The wind rustled with You Lingxi's sword, making the water cold, and the rocks and tiles flying where the two were hiding were splashing.
In the blink of an eye, the swordsman in white was nowhere to be found, and when he met again, he was met with another sword.
The boy, who was called Liu, used his hands to make a sword and waved it casually. With unparalleled sword power, he flew towards Youling River with a "Mountain City Ming King's Wheel-Destroying Slash".
You Lingxi struggled to take the next move, but he seemed to notice something strange, and feinted a few moves from a distance. This time, Xiaoliu changed his position to face the enemy, and saw him flicking the index fingers of his hands to knock down You Lingxi's sword force, but he could come back again
God, the swordsman in white has disappeared.
Just as he was about to pull away, murderous aura filled the sky, and Ying Ruge flew in from a distance. The corners of the three mouths were slightly curved, and they smiled like evil spirits, and they still waved their swords easily.
To the surprise of the two of them, Ying Ruge turned the flame into a sword and used the same move "Mountain City Mingwang Destroying Wheel".
The strength of the sword dissipated, but Ying Ruge was heard roaring and asking: "King Ming of Shancheng! What is your relationship with Yan Xiao?"
Seeing the change in the situation, the long-haired old monk looked at the long-browed old monk anxiously like an ant on a hot pot, but he saw that his senior brother was extremely calm and had returned to his original place to sit cross-legged and meditate, closing his eyes and chanting the Buddha's name.
Looking at Youling River again, it looks like a ghost has entered Chaimen.
"Learning a sword is just a sword, and learning a sword is just a sword. Being good at eighteen kinds of weapons but not mastering any of them is such a waste." After sighing, the two boys took the road and left.
The night was already half past, and there was no moon, but there was a faint moonlight falling in the darkness, hitting Ying Ruge impartially. Her resolute and handsome face was full of exhaustion, and her body seemed to be weighing a thousand pounds and could no longer support it.
Fall to the ground.
"You Lingxi, you Lingxi..." He muttered in his mouth and gradually lost consciousness.
The evil spirit was permeating the air, and the spirit of ghosts was dense. The long-haired old monk instinctively activated the power of the Buddha, but he heard a whisper: "Brother Wujue, recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra."
The long-haired old monk didn't say anything. He sat cross-legged and faced the old monk with long eyebrows, closing his eyes and reciting the Buddha's name. He heard the strong wind, the chirping of phoenixes, and the sound of flapping wings.
The ghost spirit is getting closer and closer, and the long-haired old monk has a golden light on his brow, but he hears the child whispering "Thank you, master".
Thank you? Thank you, master?
Is that the little ghost that Ying Ruge raised? Would such a powerful ghost child be a ghost child who knows etiquette and does good deeds?
Then I heard the phoenix chirping and flapping its wings. It became farther and farther away and became increasingly rare.
"Junior Brother Wujue, the Buddha drank water and worried about the common people. The world is vast and all things coexist. If you do good to the Buddha, why do you need to divide it into categories?"
The long-haired old monk smiled slightly and whispered: "Junior brother, I understand."
The long-haired old monk looked back at the meditation room, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he smiled a little stupidly. Somehow, he could recall the time when he was as young as these children. Although he was full of energy, he was surrounded by countless karma, and he did not know how to praise the Buddha in this life.
, can it be a little less sinful?
The long-haired old monk suddenly muttered a name, You Lingxi.
You Lingxi, You Lingxi, is there really such a person in this world named You Lingxi?