Chapter 151: Shenhou and Shou Mi

The severed hand with crimson skin, lying quietly on the couch, the epidermis bulged out dark blue blood vessels.
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an now feels like he had just watched the old corpse in the mountain village in the living room. While scared, he returned to the bedroom to sleep, opened the door, and found that Chu Renmei was standing by the bed, staring at him with Sensen white pupils.
　　
　　 The fear in his heart "boom" exploded, and every nerve urged him: run away, run away quickly...
　　
　　 At this time, Xu Qi'an saw the index finger of his severed hand and moved slightly, and...the index finger tapped the bed.
　　
　　 The next moment, the air seemed to become sticky, and Xu Qi'an felt that he was an old bull who had fallen into the quagmire, with an empty body, but it was difficult to take a step.
　　
　　The five fingers of the severed hand moved, and then, using the feet to refer to it, it climbed down from the bed and crawled along the ground towards Xu Qi'an.
　　
　　 This scene is too horrible, just like witnessing a scene in a horror movie. Xu Qi'an can't move, rolling his eyes, desperately watching it climb to his feet, follow his pants, all the way up...
　　
　　 It wants to parasitize me, just like the parasitic monk Henghui...why? Why stare at me? I'm just a plain gong... Xu Qi'an's horrified thoughts flickered, and the broken hand crawled to his chest, still up, and then, thumb and index finger opened Xu Qi'an's small mouth .
　　
　　... Xu Qi'an couldn't resist, his eyes widened instantly and his expression was terrified.
　　
　　 Immediately afterwards, his mouth was pushed open, his hand severed brutally invaded, and his fingers and palm pushed into the inch by inch.
　　
　　 The corners of Xu Qi'an’s mouth were cracked and dripping with blood. How could a human’s mouth fit a hand? Not to mention the throat, but the severed hand seems to have this intention.
　　
　　 Soon, he severed his hand and entered his throat, only to see that Xu Qi'an's throat was raised and stretched a little bit, clearly printing the lines of his fingers.
　　
　　 This process is very fast, because the severed hand does not consider Xu Qi'an's ability to withstand at all. Like the opposite sex, he simply passed through the mouth and throat roughly.
　　
　　 The moment he broke his hand and entered his body, Xu Qi'an wailed in pain, and his consciousness seemed to explode into countless fragments. I don't know how long he had passed in the dimness. He saw a temple where there was no Buddha image. A young monk sat on the futon.
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an tried his best to see his appearance, but the monk's face seemed to be shrouded in mist, and he couldn't see clearly.
　　
　　 Why did I come here...I'm dead? Then did you enter the Western Bliss...Impossible, a person like me who is rude to the Buddha, the Buddha would only use the door to clip my head, and then kick me out of the Bliss...Xu Qi'an thought to himself, hearing it in his ears The gentle voice of the young monk:
　　
　　 "The little monk wants to use the donor's body to warm his broken arm and hope that the donor will be comfortable."
　　
　　... Is he the monster that broke his hand? Xu Qi'an was frightened and suspicious, and tentatively said: "Should I be accommodating?"
　　
　　 The young monk sat cross-legged quietly and ignored him.
　　
　　...Xu Qi'an said solemnly: "Who are you and why were you sealed in Sangbo?"
　　
　　 "The little monk's name is Shenshu." The young monk said here, paused, and his tone was a little hesitant:
　　
　　 "Why am I in Sangbo... Can't remember... Why am I being sealed there... Where am I from?"
　　
　　 "I am a god, but why am I in Sangbo? Where am I from?"
　　
　　 He was calm at first, but gradually, as he asked himself a few sentences, his emotions began to lose control, his calm and serene temperament disappeared, the entire space vibrated, and an unspeakable horror aura escaped from the monk's body.
　　
　　 It was a hell-like breath that made Xu Qi'an's hair horrified and his heart beating violently.
　　
　　 This familiar breath... At this moment, Xu Qi'an confirmed that the young monk was indeed the severed hand.
　　
　　 "The little monk has taken pictures..." The young monk recovered his calm, and his trembling breath receded. He said in a gentle tone:
　　
　　 "My soul is incomplete, so I can't remember the past. I only know my name, but I can't remember where it came from or what happened before."
　　
　　 At this point, the young monk's tone was helpless and painful, as if trying to know what had happened in the past, but there was no alternative.
　　
　　 The incomplete soul? Is it because there is only one broken arm? Well, the body is mutilated, so the soul is also mutilated. This is very reasonable... Monk, you are a bit miserable... Xu Qi'an tentatively said:
　　
　　 "Master, I may know a little information, but I don't know if it's useful for you."
　　
　　 The young monk's breath suddenly fluctuated slightly. In the mist, those eyes seemed to be staring at Xu Qi'an scorchingly.
　　
　　 "The formation of your seal was completed by the Dafeng Royal Family, Sitianjian, and Western Buddhism. Since you are a Buddhism, I am afraid that you are from the Western Regions." Xu Qi'an said.
　　
As he talked, he also began to associate himself: the owner of the severed hand was a monk, and the three powers that sealed him were the Dafeng Royal Family, the Western Region Buddhism, and the Sitianjian... According to the feedback from the Qinglong Temple, the Buddhism is obvious Pay more attention to the sealed artifacts under Sangbo... Wait! !
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered a few details about the Sangbo case: On the third day after the Yongzhen Shanhe Temple was blown up, Wei Yuan told him that Emperor Yuanjing opened the city forbidden.
　　
　　 On the second day after the explosion of the Shanhe Temple in Yongzheng Town, the bad old man Jianzheng pretended to be ill and watched the whole process.
　　
　　 The abbot of Panshu of Qinglong Temple confirmed from him that he was born with a severed hand, and immediately went west.
　　
　　From these details, it can be inferred that Buddhism is the leader of Sangbo's seal. Most of the young monks who were sealed were born in Buddhism in the Western Regions.
　　
　　 No wonder, no wonder Emperor Yuan Jing wants to open the city forbidden. No wonder the prison is about to pretend to be sick.... This is obviously not as good as less. Anyway, it is not my own trouble.
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an later realized the thoughts of Jianzheng and Emperor Yuanjing, and immediately he remembered one detail: Wei Yuan had repeatedly emphasized that he should not deal with the sealed artifacts and was only responsible for investigating the second and fifth children in the court.
　　
　　 Wei Yuan also knows the identity of the severed hand, at least knowing that it originated from Buddhism.
　　
　　 It's no wonder that the senior officials in the capital are not interested in the sealed objects, and their energy is to find out the twenty or five children... one by one, they are old silver coins.
　　
　　 Fortunately, I am clever and witty. I traced the details of the Qinglong Temple to the Qinglong Temple through the Xiaoqi official’s extermination case and the details of Zhou Baihu’s shielding of breath, and the mystery was revealed.
　　
　　At this time, the young monk sighed softly: "The poor monk wants to ask the donor for one thing."
　　
　　 "Master, I'm just a martial artist in the Qi state." Xu Qi'an wanted to tactfully refuse. Wei Yuan said that the level of sealed artifacts is at least second-rank or even first-rank.
　　
　　 At this level of struggle, he, a little reptile, really has no confidence in mixing. Moreover, Xu Qi'an has not forgotten the original intention of Daoist Jin Lian to set up the Tiandihui: the first grade of Daoist No. 2 of Dizong.
　　
　　 The difficulty is only smaller than letting me ascend to the throne as the emperor, and if your affairs involve the gratitude of Buddhism, I might as well usurp the throne by myself... Xu Qianxin said.
　　
　　 The young monk ignored him, and said to himself: "Help the poor monk trace the past and find the memory..."
　　
　　 "In this process, the poor monk will give the donor some help."
　　
　　 Give some help? Xu Qi'an thought of the appearance of the four golden gongs wrapped in gauze, and his heart moved. If there is a seal with the body, it is equivalent to an extra hole card.
　　
　　 In this world of imperial power and theocratic supremacy, he can settle down better, at least don’t have to worry about being ransacked, and whoever dares to touch his family’s hair will be out of his mind.
　　
　　 Moreover, after Zhou Chixiong catches him, he will definitely get a promotion and raise his salary, and his power will also increase.
　　
　　 However, there are two things that need to be clarified before agreeing to the monk.
　　
　　 "Master, do you need to swallow qi and blood from time to time?" Xu Qi'an tried to use calm words.
　　
　　 "As long as you are in your body, there is no need for external qi and blood replenishment. Of course, if you want to use my power, you need to be a cultivator afterwards."
　　
　　 That is to say, usually just stay in my body, nothing will happen, but if you want to work, you have to feed you... Xu Qi'an nodded, this equivalent exchange echoes his philosophy.
　　
　　 "Why, choose me?" Xu Qi'an said.
　　
　　 "Someone brought me here." The young monk said, "Because we are the same kind of people."
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an hurriedly asked: "What is a kind of person, master, please give advice to juniors."
　　
　　 The young monk said: "I feel so instinctively, and I can't remember more."
　　
　　 can't remember... Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched, and then asked: "Who brought senior here?"
　　
　　 The young monk showed a picture. In the picture, a figure dressed in black and wearing a hood solemnly opened a kit and included his severed hand in it.
　　
　　 Presumed from the body shape, she is obviously a woman with a full chest and a round hip.
　　
The 　　 brocade is embroidered with a white animal, shaped like a fox, smart and beautiful, with a white tail like a screen spread out behind it.
　　
　　 Fox, screen-like fox tail...Nine-tailed sky fox? Well, according to the confession of the gray fox in the Jiaofang Division, it was the remnants of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom who participated in the Sangbo case... and the fallen queen of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom was the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox. The man brought the severed hand to me.
　　
　　 Why?
　　
　　 They noticed me... Xu Qi'an became deeply worried.
　　
　　...
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold ground. The faint moonlight provided a faint light on the quiet house.
　　
　　 He came to the table, lighted the oil lamp, and walked to the bronze mirror with the lamp. The mirror reflected his masculine face, with dried blood remaining on the corners of his mouth. He gently wiped it off and found that there was no wound left.
　　
　　The wounds caused by the unreasonable Shenhou monk of the gods and monks have disappeared.
　　
　　The water leak shows that the time is one moment in time, which is 9:15 in the evening.
　　
　　 Xu Qi'an sat beside the bronze mirror, thinking divergently, considering what he should do next.
　　
　　 The immediate question is, how should he deal with the severed hand, should he report this matter to Wei Gong?
　　
　　 "Wei Yuan appreciates me very much, yes, but I am not his own son after all, and there is a limit to appreciation. And this matter involves Sang Bo's sealed artifact...
　　
　　 "If he can take out the severed hand for me, there is no problem. If he can't, will he protect me or seal it in Sangbo with me?
　　
　　 "And I'm just a gong for qi-training. It is impossible to live without eating or drinking for five hundred years."
　　
"Jianzheng must be able to take out the severed hand for me? He is a first-class warlock anyway. The problem is that I am not familiar with him... Xu Qi'an, Xu Qi'an, you have fallen again, and you can't extricate yourself from the fragrant warmth. . Forgot that Chu Caiwei is waiting for your strategy. Become Sitian Jian’s son-in-law earlier, Jianzheng is his own.
　　
　　 "The old man Jianzheng knows my weird luck~EbookFREE.me~ I can't trust him unreservedly, because he must secretly plan something..."
　　
　　 In addition, there is a distant question:
　　
　　 Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom has worked so hard to release the Sealed Artifacts, it is impossible to make wedding clothes for him.
　　
　　 secretly brought the severed hand to him, there must be a purpose, I want to know this with my toes. And is this purpose good or bad for him?
　　
　　 The monk said, I can warm his arm and soul...Is this the reason why the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom brought it to me?
　　
　　 Then one day in the future, will they come to retrieve the severed hand? At that time, my end will be life or death, no one can tell.
　　
　　 At this time, he heard the gentle voice of the monk from the gods and gods resounded in his mind:
　　
　　 "Keep the secret!"
　　
　　...Xu Qi'an's face was stagnant.