Chapter 87: River blood (1)

"Don't you say that you saw him in Jiang Songshan ..." The man who rolled away among the many corpses and kept hiding himself finally exposed his position after seeing the appearance of Xuan Mercy. He still has a blind eye method. At first glance, he is not much different from the corpse. The minced meat has been shuddering to the ground in continuous avoidance, and the naked and exposed bones are crooked, as if patched together, yellow Dark, with a disgusting smell.
However, the real corpse around him was shrouded in golden light, and had collapsed to the ground and became a broken bone, leaving only a little sticky grudge lingering on it, in order to maintain his standing position. It looks particularly prominent and can be discerned at a glance.
There was only a skull on his head, cracks were scattered on the bones, and the dried skin was tightly wrapped around the bones, leaving only two black holes in the eye sockets. Naturally, there is no subtle expression in such a face, but judging by his open mouth, he should be surprised to forget the situation.
If he shoots at such a time, he must be too late to respond.
However, Xue Xian could not see him anymore. Except for the golden light, everything in the valley seemed to have nothing to do with him. He only knew that the pain in his back had penetrated into his heart, and he seemed to be stabbed into the body with a stab, and his chest was so cold and cold that it was freezing cold.
Xuan Mian and him separated the rocks, separated the golden light, and separated a thick mist of water. But he did not raise his hand to sweep away the water mist, but still looked at the white shadow on the stone peak so quietly, repeating softly: "Guo Shi?"
Many details of the past came to mind at that instant. Useful, useless, clear and fuzzy, flashed in a cluttered and painful way. With the claim of "National Teacher", suddenly Become clear-
Unusual ability, a relationship with the government, exceptional temperament, and the team that I met under the dustpan mountain last time ...
In fact, there are clues everywhere that reveal the identity of mystic origin. These days, especially after entering the wormhole, the kind of unsettling vagueness is simply a kind of subconscious uneasiness, even a kind of timidity. meaning.
He already felt it, but he always ignored it consciously or unintentionally.
Even up to now, through the implication of copper coins, he has experienced the memory of mystery, he still holds the last trace of luck, and still wants to ask him to understand, he can even pretend to be stupid, as long as Xuan Mian shakes his head to deny As long as Xuan Merci says a "No" ...
"The year of Wuchen, the seventh day of June ..." Xue Xian stared at the white shadow behind the water mist, and said softly, repeating the words of Xuan Merci in his memory.
He saw the white shadow move stiffly.
It was just that the mist was too thick, making it difficult for him to tell whether it was an illusion.
"What day are you talking about on the seventh day of the 6th year of the Wuchen period ..." Xue Xianmu's eyes remained motionless, and he asked a whole sentence.
In a life so long that there was almost no end, he never cared about a person's answer like this. For a moment, he even regretted it, and wanted to interrupt it by opening his mouth and take back the question.
For the first time he was so afraid of listening to the truth.
However, the man on the mountain once said to him, "I won't lie to you."
Xuanyi was silent for a long time, and it was so long that Xue Xian's chest was so cold that he was almost unaware, and then he heard him say with a low voice: "True Dragon ..."
Xue Xian's eyelashes moved, and then he closed his eyes quietly. When he opened his eyes again, he was expressionless. He finally glanced at Xuan Merci again, and said a word in a calm and disturbing voice: "OK."

In a temple dozens of miles away from Jiang Songshan, a young boy with a boyish face in his face sat cross-legged by the window to read the scriptures, and was about to turn pages. The outside was suddenly overcast with lightning and lightning.
Xiao Shami put down the scripture, reached out and looked out the window.
This temple was built on the mountain, the highest point within ten miles. From his perspective, one can see a distant mountain far away, facing the mighty river in front of the mountain, and a lonely temple on the mountain.
The dark clouds and thunder and lightning came inexplicably, and there was no warning at all, as if this God suddenly broke his heart and made a temper.
The dark clouds are rolling, just from the end of the sky to the end of the sky in a blink of an eye, it is depressed and drooping, as if it was heavily pressed on the roof, you can reach out with your hand.
Xiao Shami looked weird and strange. He really reached out and wanted to explore, but before the fingers were straight, the heavy rain fell suddenly.
The rain was so great that it was too big to see the mountains in the distance, and only a faint shadow of that lonely temple could be seen.
Xiao Shami's hands were hurt by the rain, and the cuffs of the gray cloth monk's clothes were immediately soaked and stuck to the forearms. The soaked sleeves were naturally uncomfortable when wrapped around the body, but Xiaosha didn't care, just staring at the pouring rain.
For some reason, he felt that the rain was so lively that he was venting, and he felt sad and inexplicable, as if surrounded by the dark cloud.
He was very young, and he lived in the mountains for a long time. He rarely developed such a sense of no reason. He suddenly thought of the scriptures that he just read. There was a sentence in it that he couldn't understand. If you are separated from your loved one, there is no worry or fear. [1]
He watched this heavy rain silently for a long time until the brother came in and told him to close the window.
"Brother, we only saw someone in the mountain temple in front of me." Xiao Sha Mi raised his finger and pointed at the shadow of the mountain in the heavy rain.
"What kind of trick are you, can you see someone from such a far place?" The brother cried and said, "No, it is Dazao Temple, the famous ghost temple. I have been out of use for many years. Where did it come from?" Silhouette. "
"I really saw it. I saw it before it rained. Wearing white clothes, I will stand on the top of the tower again, but I will disappear when I look at it again." Xiaosha said aloud "Amitabha," Yomo said. Then I thought of a lone soul and a ghost.
In fact, he didn't need to say that he knew that the lonely temple was Dazao Temple.
When he was a kid, he heard two words from his brothers, saying that long ago, maybe it was more than a hundred years and maybe more than 200 years ago, a young man from the southern Xinjiang shaved his hair at Daze Temple, yet he was not ordained. Daze Temple suddenly met the thunder fire, and a number of monks died in the fire, so that the privately mentioned Daze Temple, in addition to sighing, is to discuss that the young boy in South Xinjiang is a scourge of self-denial.
Ten years later, some people said that they had seen a monk in white clothes in the mountains of Songjiang, and picked up an abandoned baby in front of the deserted temple gate of Daze Temple.
Seeing the monk in white, the coward said with an oath that the monk rolled up his sleeves and revealed a totem only in the southern Xinjiang on his exposed wrist.
Decades later, someone also saw a white monk in the mountains of Songjiang. Of course, this time the monk did not roll up his sleeves and naturally did not see if there was any totem on the wrist, but the monk was also in the mountain. Picked up a child and left.
Of course, these rumors are not widely circulated because they are impossible to test. Until now, only some people in this temple who looked far away from Dazao Temple occasionally mentioned it. Xiao Shami remembered that when he talked to him at the beginning, he also said quite funny: Master had told me before. One of the most outrageous rumors also said that the young man from the southern Xinjiang was the white monk, and the white monk, It was the later state teacher.
"What about abandoned babies and later children?" Xiao Shami asked at the time.
The brother replied angrily: "Do you still believe it? Where can I go?"
That is why the lonely ghost temple is always accompanied by various legends in Xiaosha's heart. It seems mysterious and unpredictable. It is possible to see anything there.
"Don't be faint, this rain is so strange. I heard that the rivers in the county are flooding this morning. It's going to rain again, I'm afraid it will drown my feet. If you keep the window open like this, I don't think it will be long before It must be drowned. "Brother counted.
Xiao Sha responded repeatedly, reached out and grabbed the window frame. As he was about to pull back, he glanced subconsciously into the sky, and then stopped.
"Brother ..."
"What's wrong? It's so hard to close a window?" The brother came over with tears of laughter, intending to raise his hand to help him, but saw Xiaosha point to the dark cloud, and said blankly: "I seem to see the dragon ... "
The brother heard that he was about to knock on his brain, but he saw a long shadow among the dark clouds passing by, wrapped in a white cloud of thunder, unable to see clearly. But how does that shadow look like a dragon!
"Oh my--" shouted my brother.
Xiao Shami pointed at Songjiang Mountain and said with a dull look: "It seems, it seems to be running to Dazao Temple!"
At the same time, inside the Dazao Temple on the top of Songjiang Mountain, a team of funeral teams from Taichang Temple was standing in the hall. The original fire did not last long, but because of its remote location, the incense was sparse, and the monks were few. The fire was set off by thunder at night, so no one could escape.
In fact, the fire only burned the back, and the front houses were not damaged.
Taibu Taizhu wished the two to follow the instructions of the Master, and brought hundreds of famous mules to sit in a circle in the hall. Taibu was at the top, and Taizhu was sealed at the tail. On the ground in the middle was a small stone sculpture , The stone carvings are engraved with complicated runes, and they are covered with oil yellow paper runes from top to bottom. At the bottom of the stone carvings, a circle is drawn with blood.
Taibu pierced his thumb with a blood spot on each of his sisters, and bright red blood droplets burst out from that small spot. Just before it was dripping, a sigh suddenly sounded in the hall, and the sound was very light. , Mixed in the wind outside the hall, so that, except for a little bit of bluntness, no one else actually reacted.
Tai Bu frowned and swept around vigilantly, but remembered that they had carefully searched the hall as soon as it arrived, and there were no idle people.
Listened?
Tai Bu whispered in his heart, and finally shook his head and ignored it. She urged everyone, and raised her hand to slap the thumb on the ground in front of her, and hundreds of famous sisters-in-law and Taizhu wished the same.
I saw a string of blood-thin hairline extending from the place where the thumb pinched, as if alive, crawling towards the stone sculpture.
Then everyone narrowed their eyes and opened their mouths and chanted the scriptures.
The buzzing sound came out of the hall, and then it drifted into the heavy rain ...
Wan Shishan and Dongting Lake, the two Taichang Temple horses and horses, like them, are sitting around the stone carving step that the teacher first laid down, and will hold down their thumbs.