Chapter 89:

A little bit of fresh blood was drained from his body, and it seemed to bring the heat around him all together. He started to get cold, his vision became blurred, his head was drowsy, and his neck became increasingly weak to support his raised head.
In the almost blank fear, he suddenly remembered many things, fragmented and loose.
He remembered the people who grew up in the mountains with him, and now he is rolled down in the same blood as him.
I remembered the scene when I first met the National Teacher. At that time, he was still a child. He did n’t understand the matter, and had nothing to do with the National Teacher. He only sneaked down the mountain while peeking at the heavenly sacrificing team passing by the county. I have glanced at the Master. There were so many people at that time, but no one dared to lean too close. He squeezed back and forth among the crowd, trying to pick a clearer position, but was accidentally hit by an elbow, and threw himself into the heaven offering team. Seeing that he was about to fall, he just felt that Yunxue swept away from his eyes, and then a light wind was blown so lightly that he would straighten his body.
At a young age, he never even reacted to what had happened. He returned to God and stood on the side of the road steadily. When he looked up suddenly, the team had already moved forward, but he still At a glance, I saw the white monk riding on the tall horse ...
This memory is too long, even he thought he had forgotten long ago, but at this moment, he remembered it again.
It turned out that at such a young age, he was not as afraid of the National Teacher as he is now, or even a little reverent. Since when did he see the National Teacher, there was only fear and consternation ...
He took Song Yun's life, and the same group of brothers ran in secret for several years. He couldn't remember how many things he had done. At first watching the life pass from his hand, he was still guilty of panic, and also asked Song Yun to trace his roots.
Song Yun said that everything they did was for more people. Those preparations are all in a grand battle. The battle is called burying bones in the mountains and rivers. If the battle is completed, it will not only prevent the calamity they have counted, but also protect Changan for hundreds of years.
Song Yun had never taught him these too advanced things, and he knew nothing about how to handle this grand game. I just remember a song that I heard Song Yun say countless times since I was a child: Some great things are done, and there is always a little sacrifice.
He understood this, so he kept it in mind for many years.
To this day, until he watched the blood flow steadily, there was only a blink of an eye from life to death, and a huge fear shrouded his head, and suddenly he became confused.
He suddenly felt that sentence was wrong and missed a lot of things, at least ... at least it should be asked whether those people were willing to be sacrificed.
After another hopeless dying struggle, he felt that he was right in the confusion, but ...
He was suddenly a little uncertain. Was this indifferent teacher really for the people's involuntaryness? The hundreds of people lying here, the dead bones on the bottom of the river, and many more implicated people, are they really worthy of death, and are they inevitable ...
But he no longer had the strength to ask these questions. He couldn't even look at the Master again. He could only sleep a little bit in the thicker darkness, and then ... wouldn't wake up Now ...
The blood flowing from the fingers of these hundred people finally went down the lotus seat and dyed the entire stone statue into dark red. Even the back no longer appeared dust, but showed a strong evil spirit.
It seemed as if a strange ritual had finally begun. Suddenly, the entire Jiang Songshan and the Black Rock Beach where the National Teacher ’s Station stood were shaking. Stop and return.
At first glance, it seems that there are two forces fighting frantically.
The teacher was sitting on the spot, his palms were folded together, and the verse was whispered in his mouth. At first glance it seems to be exaggerating the undead, but there are some weird tones in the thick and simple verse, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.
The black stone fell behind him, and the waves rushed in front of him, but strangely formed an arch above his head, which did not hurt him.
There were no changes at first. When he finished reading a scripture, dense blood spots suddenly appeared on the two-finger end of the cross, which looked terrible and abnormal. There were hundreds of blood spots.
The scriptures in his mouth are still so far, seemingly unaware of these blood spots.
These blood spots seem to be alive. In the thick scriptures, they are pushed a little bit towards the back of the hand, but each step is extremely difficult.
The national division had a silver hood on his face and never showed his face, but in the blink of an eye, the areas where the two crickets were pressed by the edge of the mask had already exuded a thin layer of sweat. It can be seen that his voice did not fluctuate, but it was actually exhausting.
The blood spot slowly climbed from the back of the hand to the forearm, hidden in his wide sleeves.
The wind and waves between heaven and earth are even more terrifying, and they have a tendency to encroach on the earth. The small building on the far river bank was directly beaten by the wild waves. In the end, it failed to hold for a long time, accompanied by countless brittle Yin, another huge wave rolled, completely collapsed, planted into the river.
At the same time, a golden silk thread, like electricity and light, wandered far away on the other side of the river bank, as fast as a thunderstorm. Before people reacted, it had already headed straight to the northeast, passing a certain river. After the passage, there was a burst of noise, and then it went straight to the southwest, and finally went straight to here.
Just when it passed Dongting Lake, Wanshi Mountain, and finally ran to Dize Temple. A glimmer of golden light began to emerge from the undergraduate body. The blood spot had already crawled along the neck along the arm and appeared on the neck.
The scene was actually appalling. A monk who looked quite dusty was covered with blood spots on his neck, and this blood spot was still struggling to climb towards him under the urging of his scriptures.
Just as the blood spot spread on his chin, there was a sudden bloodstream on the ground of Black Rock Beach.
There was a flash of blood in the circle, and two more people were cold.
One of them was dressed in a white linen monk robe, and it turned out to be dusty. It was beautiful, but also very cold. It was so cold that it was heartbreaking, as if under a hundred years of snow and ice pressing the vast abyss. And he politely pinched another person's collar.
The man was covered in blood, and the original gray-blue robe rolled into dust and mud, and there were tears everywhere. The exposed arms, neck, and even the face were all scratches. Itchyly made himself a blood man.
This blood man is not a bystander, it is the pine cloud warlock in the besieged valley.
The man holding his collar was mystic.
His face was still cold, but there was something faint in the dark eyes, and it seemed that the storm was coming, which made people look inexplicably afraid.
When the Songyun Warlock landed on the ground, he saw the Master with his hands folded together, and immediately he was amazed.
"You are not, you—" Song Yun jumped suddenly, unconsciously trying to break free from Xuanyi's hand, but saw Xuanyi move his face expressionlessly, originally pinching his collar and pinching it directly on his neck on.
"You--" Song Yun was suffering in the hundred insect caves, otherwise he would be able to resist for a while and a half, so that he would not end up in such a daunting end. He was pinched by Xuan Mian's neck, and his speech was vague and difficult. "You are another--ah--"
He didn't finish his words, and Xuanyi's hand was tight again, but not because of what he said, but because Xuanyi saw the circular array on the Black Rock Beach and the blood spots on the neck of the teacher who recited the scriptures.
Earlier in the valley, the fourth copper ban was lifted, and part of the memory of Xuan Mercy was restored. Those fragmented memories are too complicated, just like the next generation, not ordinary people can immediately digest them completely.
Before these memories were restored, Xuan Merci had already felt faintly. He felt that his relationship with Xue Xian was not simple. He even felt that the person he had been looking for seemed to be Xue Xian.
However, after all, intuition is just intuition.
But when he really saw in his memory that he was measuring the real dragon robbery, the whole person seemed to fall directly under the abyss, with a mighty wall and no sky.
How can words be forgiven for the bone-breaking enemies. So Xue Xian left without looking back, but he couldn't chase, only raised his eyes to see the long shadow hidden in the clouds, then disappeared and disappeared.
Maybe this life will never be seen again.
However, regardless of Xue Xian's willingness to see him again, he has to repay the debt. So he caught the Songyun Warlock, and he went straight to the ground and came to the place where the keel was buried. No matter what he intended, he would pay off the debt completely and clearly.
One bone for another.
Caused calamity, he came to town, involving human lives, he came back.
However, when he landed on Black Rock Beach, he found that what he saw was very different from what he expected. In front of him, the monk with silver palms and silver mask, he had seen in memory.
When he was young, he was punished by the monk for copying Buddhist scriptures in the heavy snow, and he was also led into the house by the monk, watching the other person carefully warm the bedding with a copper oven and talk to him Tell some truth, watch him enter the bedding, and close the door for him when he leaves.
He called the monk "Master" long ago, but this name has not been called for decades.
Here, he still has some omissions, and his memory is unclear. I only remember that many, many years ago, when he first called this monk master, the other party had been stunned for a long time, and then waved coldly: I dare not be a Master. "
He didn't understand the meaning of this sentence for many years, and never thought about it again.
Nowadays, he remembers a lot of things, but rarely related to the person in front of him. The moment he saw him, even a very complicated emotion came out in his heart, and it was unclear where it came from, but it was by no means an apprentice's emotion to see Master.
For a moment he frowned, but suddenly he understood something--
Because this "Master" dressed exactly like him is surrounded by a large array, not to save others, but to seek Fulu merit by changing lives.