Chapter 206: Fengyun (Part 1)

This time, the Baekdo coalition vowed not only to face the notorious funeral palace, but also to fight against the evil demons from all corners of the world, and its momentum far exceeded that of the battle of Judging Valley. To this end, Shen Wuduan released the wind to attract the pile, while sharpening the Huo Huo secretly pulled out the nails in the eyes; the elders Duan Heng, Semen Abbot, Qu Jin, Duan Yitai and other four well-respected elders quickly cut through the mess and contacted the masters People gathered to discuss major events, and then vowed to the heroes. Under the suggestion of Qu Jin, the coalition forces were divided into three roads: left, center, and right. The three sides of the waterway, mountain pass, and official road were copied. The time before and after was staggered for half a day. , And can take care of each other.
Xuansu and Hengyuan take the pedestrian trail. In addition to the experienced old generation, this team is mostly the younger generation of martial arts, such as Luo Ziting, Hengming, etc., all the way from the mountain to the road, regardless of encountering the green forest The bandit or the demon demon never retreated half a step.
It is not that no one is afraid, nor is there no one who fears to fight and hide behind others. At first, Xuan Su wanted to help as much as possible. For this reason, there were several dangers around him. Later, Hengyuan saw that he was trying to lead the enemy and used his strength to push the person away. He watched the cowardly person evasively under the shadow of the sword, and finally picked it up. Weapons fight desperately, or die on the spot.
"You can save them once, you cannot save them for a lifetime."
When camping in the woods that night, Xuan Su frowned and took Hengyuan away from the crowd. However, before he could speak out, the young monk chanted "Amitabha" together, saying.
Xuan Su knew that he was right, but he could n’t agree with it:
Although it ’s an experience, it ’s a mystery. Life and death are n’t a joke. I ’ll wait to save someone once, but do n’t you see death?

Heng Yuan smiled: "I had to clear the Taoist Chief's entrustment, I thought Xuan Su's Chief Dao has entered the" Renqing "consummation state, it should be the time of indulgence, now seeing benevolence and compassion, only to know the long way and the poor The monk is different. "
Xuan Su said: "It is Xuan Su's heart that has foreign objects, so it's hard to discard the dust."
Hengyuan shook his head: "No, just because Xuan Su Dao has nothing outside of his heart, he can only think of benevolence. He sees all people as everything, and can be divided into nothing. Even if you are alone in the red dust, you will feel calm and stable . "
Xuan Su replied: "So what is Master Hengyuan's way?"
Hengyuan smiled slightly, his voice was very soft, and he said: "Fodu has fate, and I cross fate."
The string of red sandalwood beads in his hand was stained with blood, and even though it had been scrubbed, there was still a dark red residue in the nicks of the score. At this time, it was gently moved between the white fingers of the monk, as if turning back and forth.
Those who are destined can put down their butcher's knives and become Buddhas, while those who have no destiny can suffer bitterly.
Despite the compassion of the Buddha, there are also stubborn and stubborn people who are unable to survive, so they are angry with the vajra to kill and kill.
Xuan Su was stunned.
"When I started, I asked Master three questions. He said that it would be eight years for me to think clearly. This is eight years ..." Hengyuan looked at his eyes. Those who can put down the butcher's knife and drink the hateful sea know that it is the shore, and I go to only to save suffering. In this case, although the golden body is in Galan, the Buddha is in the heart. As long as the poor monk's mind has a desire to ride through, it is me. Buddha among the people. "
Xuan Su stopped talking, he couldn't think of what he could say, he didn't know what to say, and he swallowed it back to his mouth.
Hengyuan laughed: "Doctor Xuan Su thinks this is a heresy?"
"The way is different, maybe it's not a matter of conspiracy, but there are many opinions in the world, but there is no guilt, so what is the difference between right and wrong?" Xuan Su said in awe, "Master Hengyuan's way, only his own way, outsiders have no way to put his beak, Xuan Su only hopes that the master will remember his heart and live up to 'Amitabha'. "
Hengyuan looked at him, and suddenly felt that this person was very similar to Zhao Bingmo and the Western Buddha, and it seemed nothing like it.
Xuan Su has Zhao Bingmo's style and arrogance, but she is not paranoid and arrogant; he has the kindness and compassion of color, but he has no dry Zen meditation.
He was like a green bamboo, which had broken out of the soil under the shell of winter snow mud, and was born with a strong bone in the wind. There was Mingjie in the heart, and sections of it were free and clear.
Dongduan Duanyao Dao went too early. Hengyuan had only been fortunate to see him once or twice. The blurred impression gradually became clear at this time, overlapping with Xuan Su's figure.
The thorn that pulled out most of his heart finally crushed his bones and turned into smoke and dust, and flew away when Hengyuan blinked.
He smiled at Xuan Su: "If one day, the poor monk turns into a karma asura, please ask the Taoist to remember the idea of" doing nothing ", do something, do nothing."
Xuan Su raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "The poor Dao promised Master, but ... I believe that there will not be this day."
After this night, Hengyuan still calmly arranged the marching route, Xuan Su still tried his best to retreat the enemy to save people, Luo Ziting and Xuan Cheng took care of the middle section, Heng Ming led a group of Wuxiang Temple monks to break. The battles have made every young man who has just come out of the rivers and lakes realize that no one can stand in front of you except the cold iron sword in his hand.
The glory of our ancestors will eventually turn into decayed earth; the future of this world is still in our hands.
The blood of the children of the rivers and lakes sometimes needs to be ignited with blood and fire.
"Another three miles is the" Qiushuiwu "boundary. After that, you enter the door of Mizuo Ling." Luo Ziting nibbled dry food while spreading out the map, and raised the style of the Luo family to his ears from childhood. All the dogs were fed.
"No wonder there are many more people attacking in the past few days." Xuan Cheng frowned, and his fingers circled a few places on it. "Senior Hua Hua and his right army are following the official road, and they are relying on the support. Yin Shi arrived here; the left army they led by Lu Gongzi was a waterway soldier. It should be faster than us. How come they are still missing? "
Xuan Su saw his eyes blooming in front of the map, but he didn't see any way in it after he came down the mountain. He could only ask Hengyuan with humility, but he saw that the young monk was squatted and stunned, but don't talk about it there. A flower came out, not even a grass.
and many more! Xuan Su Huo Ran got up, and there was a lot of weeds around here, so why didn't the grass grow there?
Other people nearby also realized that it was wrong, and did not rush to disturb the rest of the crowd, only motioned to Luo Ziting to follow Xuan Su to see clearly.
Hengyuan asked Luo Ziting to ask for a silver needle. After inserting it into the soil, it was quickly pulled out. The lower half of the silver needle had turned black, and the tip even showed signs of corrosion and melting!
"Human corpse water!" Luo Ziting was born in Huayue Mountain Villa. He was very knowledgeable since childhood. When he saw it, he picked up a little dirt with stones, and smelled a pungent stench.
Xuan Su had heard that Ye Fusheng and other colleagues who had gone out to talk about this kind of corpse and ruined strange thing. He saw it for the first time. He carefully observed this untouched open space. Wet, but it has not rained for several days.
In such a place, how many corpses have been turned into water?
He looked a little stiff: "It's not overkill to kill ..."
"Although this is the truth, sometimes things are inevitable." Luo Ziting motioned for them to move closer, and then used stone to plow the soil away from the surface, not to mention bones, even grass root ants and ants.
He put down the stone and said, "Although the corpse water is powerful, it usually only hurts the flesh and blood clothing. In this situation, there is only one family on the rivers and lakes that can manage it."
"Who?"
"Zhongdu Cave Ninggu, Hundred Ghost Gates." Hengyuan was speaking. He looked at this land. "Hundred Ghost Gates have long been in vicious relationship with the Burial Soul Palace. This time, in order to eliminate the heart and soul, not only Chumen's main body is the pioneer. In Missing Ridge, Miss Qin Dadao, the young master, accompanied the Right Army. She brought a large number of subordinates of Baiguimen. Those people were used to stealth assassinations, so they agreed to let them open the way. It is not unusual to have such an effect. "
Xuan Su said: "Are they afraid of killing grass and snakes if they destroy the corpses?"
Hengyuan sighed: "You are going to lift people's nest, are you afraid to hit the watchdog?"
Xuan Su: "..."
This monk does not really speak like a monk.
Luo Ziting frowned: "Using corpse water in this way is more like 'cleaning up' than destroying the dead."
What can't be left on those bodies? Why must we use corpse water?
He was still thinking, Xuan Su suddenly got up.
Sudden laughter of women came from the forest.
The laughter was sometimes tender and charming, and sometimes it seemed to be crying and howling uncomfortably. From the first voice to the hundreds of people who later cried and laughed in unison, but just hovered in the forest, straight into the ears, a little bit There is no wind.
Those with high skills immediately stabilized their inner breath, those with shallow skills suddenly felt that the Qi was disturbed, headaches and tinnitus, they could not close their earplugs and listened, they were irritable and even vomited blood.
The laughter could no longer be heard from a few people, only knowing that it was deafening when Gao Wao, choking and suffocating when weeping, and stirring up insiders.
Xuan Su's eyes were cold, and the copper flute in his hand was across his lips.
He blew a break.
The break was tight and high, as if the mad bird was banging loudly, and it was suddenly inserted at the turning point of the laughter, and it was interrupted mercilessly, followed by the singing of the sutra, Hengyuan's lips fluttered, and the opening and closing speed was not fast or slow, Every word happened to fit the syllable with that cry.
Luo Ziting finally came back slowly. He looked at Hengyuan's eyes with consternation. Before, people all said that the Buddha had no successor. Fang Xiao had been hiding this for years.
He settled down, pulled out his long sword, and forced himself to calm down, breathlessly distinguishing the sound.
The sound of flute, scripture, laughter, crying, the overlapping and separation of multiple murmurs is simply miserable. However, there were many people in the other party, and the atmosphere of Xuan Su and Heng Yuan was long, and they were inseparable for a while. They glanced at Luo Ziting and nodded secretly.
At the next moment, the scriptures replaced the flute sounds, and gradually heightened and strove with crying and laughing sounds. The two sides struggled together and no one dared to relax. Seeing the sweat beads appear on Hengyuan's forehead, the crying and laughing were gone, and the silent flute sounded again. This time it was another broken sound, breaking the wind when the scriptures and crying and laughter merged. Then, as if the thunder in the sky of Jiuxiao was furious and thundering, his ears burst into tears, breaking the void like a water-stop mirror, rippling when the water was rippling, and back to shock!
At the same time, Luo Ziting heard the direction, and the sword in his hand came out from the air, but when he heard the sound of "flutter", it seemed that someone had fallen down from a height, followed by Wan Laiju silence, surrounded by death-like silence in.
"It's a spooky man." A middle-aged man, Heng Jian, guarded several injured juniors behind him, and at the same time exclaimed, "These guys are best at confusing sneak attacks. You must protect each other in pairs, and you must not leave it alone. "
He had just dropped his voice, and the people who had been trained by successive battles to gain experience and understanding had already spread their positions. The intention of the forest to kill was pervasive.
Since ancient times, the defense is not as good as attack.
Xuan Su and Heng Yuan glanced at each other, the young monk opened his palms, the string of beads connected in series broke, and 108 red sandalwood beads were shot from all directions, and several of them hit the trees with thick bowls. In the middle, the dark place suddenly heard several humming sounds, and the smell came away with the wind.
At the same time, Wuwei Jianqingfeng was off the sheath. This sword was only a few feet long. When it fell, the sword wind was as real as it was. The trees were torn down in an instant. The blood of the thief hiding behind the thief appeared. Open.
This blood-stained loess is like pulling off the smoke curtain. Several black shadows flashed from the front and the left and right. There are about a hundred people. The leader is a beautiful woman. Describe the embarrassment, a blood stain runs across the face, and the color of the seven points is reduced to three points.
The middle-aged man who previously reminded them whispered: "The deputy master of the door, Di Yourong."
Everyone's heart was stricken, Xuan Su's eyes turned on the blood stain, it should have been crossed by a sharp weapon not long ago, to watch its wound, I am afraid that the other party is using a halberd weapon to poke the face directly, Di Yourong sideways The face was cut away before he could dodge it, so it was shallow and shallow, and a piece of skin was torn apart at the forehead of the attack.
Di Yourong sighed softly, raised his hand and pinned his messy sideburns behind his ears. His eyes looked like Yingshui Yingying, the scar was like a rouge across the snow, enchanting and pitiful, touching.
"Every heroes are deserving of masculinity, why should they not live with me as a female generation?" She looked over with sorrow. Rao knew that this person was a demon girl, and there were still people floating, even breathing falsely. Really blame the disorder.
Hengyuan chanted the phrase "Amitabha", but the voice was not loud, but it was like a twilight morning bell.
"It's a monk again." Di Yourong was interrupted by him, "Charming Voice", and the look of anger flashed in his eyes.
Xuan Su never gave her the opportunity to confuse her with words. Seeing that the two sides had begun to fight, the Wuwei sword turned around in his hands, and the man and the sword almost turned into a virtual shadow of power, shocked Di Yourong, who leaned back and raised her foot. When he lifted it, he kicked it on the handle of the sword, and at the same time, with a palm support, his body turned over and clamped Xuan Su's arm holding the sword with those legs.
The skirt was flying high, revealing a large piece of light, fair and fair skin. Poor Xuan Su had never known the wind and moon since childhood, and his arms were wrapped around this warm and fragrant jade, and his eyes were closed immediately.
Di Yourong smiled, his eyes flirting, one leg strangled Xuan Su's elbow, one leg kicked heavily on his chest, then released the imprisonment, rose by the force of the anti-seismic force, a cold spit in the water sleeve , The poison dagger turned into cold light and applied to Xuan Su's throat.
"Ding" The dagger hit the Wuwei sword without bias, Xuan Su's eyes were not opened, but his left hand accurately caught Di Yourong's right wrist vein, and at the same time Hengyuan bullied him, but the light fist fell on Xuan. On the back.
A strong and soft inner strength was transmitted to Di Yourong through the body of Xuan Su. The former was not unusual, and the latter suddenly turned white, his body was shocked and hit the tree, and his face looked like gold paper. Open mouth vomited a pool of blood.
"Buddhist Fist" is a famous martial art of Western Buddha Sekong, although it is the most recent martial arts, but the style is very focused on the combination of stiffness and softness. Hengyuan has been teaching it for eight years. The essentials have already been memorized, but Being trapped in extreme eccentricity can never break through.
Until now, the eight-year-old heart has been broken, and the past is gone.
He finally found his way.
Di Yourong was caught off guard by this fist. If she didn't protect her lungs with her internal force in time, she might be shocked by the fist. She was injured, but now she was hurt again and again. The war did not prevail, and immediately whistle whispered to let the confidant not to love the war, and quickly retreated.
At this moment, the sound of the bow string suddenly sounded, Xuan Su's ears were excellent, and the footwork that he wanted to catch up had a life. He turned back to hold the sword and fell in front of the Baidao people, shouting: "Get down!"
Everyone had no doubt about him, and the slow response was also pressed hard by the people around him. Almost at the next moment, several arrows flew from Di Yourong and others who had come before the road, and the three waves were connected before and after. The time difference was almost at a sudden. The angle is strange and fast. Several disciples have just flew up and become targets for finding their own way. Especially the large-scale shooting of arrows did not accidentally hurt the area where Bai Dao is located. The timing is accurate and the position is calculated. The essence of this can be seen in the high calculation of the orderer.
Di Yourong escaped the arrow rain with light work and danger. When he entered the jungle, he did not stand firm. His face changed, and his sleeves swept away the oncoming weapons. However, although the human power was insufficient, the strain was extremely fast. , The body turned around, but the soldier's blade was killed from the armpit in the dance moment after the backhand. This time it took 80% of the strength to penetrate the bones!
The blood-stained cold iron spear penetrated through Di Yourong's abdomen and penetrated her lower back. She was still unwilling under the pain, and the dagger in her sleeve came out of her hand. She shot the young man's face directly. His eyes didn't blink, but his face was cold, and he took care of himself.
A stone came into the air and missed the dagger at a time when it was not allowed. At the same time, the spear had moved forward with the master's footsteps and picked up Di Yourong, like a human-like battle flag.
Qin Lanshang wiped a splash of blood on his face, and at Xuan Su they laughed into an ancient and eccentric cat, but the smile flickered and saw her sweeping away the remnants of the spooky door, The still awkward voice is as cold as Jin Ge: "Except for my robe and the other, no one will stay!"