Chapter 111: West Buddha

In this moment, Ye Fusheng had thought a lot-Xifu could be superior, if he made the ghost attack trick fatal, but now it seems that the other party is still alive, but except for death, other means may only trap him For a while.
But the guards watching this gate are only two or two. Unless Bu Xueyao is a fool with a high self-esteem and a big heart, he would never dare to be so slack.
Bu Xueyao's natural thoughts are strange, so there might be another mystery in this hole.
It stands to reason that in such a situation where the truth and reality are unclear, Ye Fusheng should not let Xuan Su alone, but at first he was only able to lead the guard away and collect clues elsewhere in the cave. The child who needs protection like Xie Li has to step forward step by step, and it is impossible to be carried by him for life.
Compared to Ye Fusheng, who was thinking about something, Xuan Su's temperament was almost ingenious. Moreover, he was blind in such a place. Ye Fusheng said this, so he obediently responded without any objection.
Ye Fusheng nodded at him, picked up a pebble, and threw it at the right side.
He threw his hands very skillfully. Due to the special angle, the stone did not land after a blow. Instead, he used force to hit two more times. It sounded like the sound of footsteps passing by.
"Who!"
The guard was taken aback. Two of them drew their swords and chased them. The nearby sentry also rushed over to this side, and the scene was immediately chaotic.
Ye Fusheng made a gesture to Xuan Su, and flew away from the left side like a shadow against the wall. As a result, there was a problem on both the left and right sides. The guards did not know the truth and reality. Only the soldiers chased it in two ways, and most of them were taken away in an instant.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xuan Su had stepped on the upper mountain wall, carefully avoiding the fire, like a climbing gecko caught in the gap, hidden in the upper dead corner inside the cave, and was not in a hurry to act rashly.
A moment later, as expected, there was a guard hurriedly holding the torch in, and glanced cautiously in a circle. When Xuan Su was not found, he turned and went out to guard the hole.
Xuan Su has seen sweat on his forehead. His thrill in just half a day has exceeded the sum of the previous two decades. For a moment, his heart jumped wildly, and his hands and feet were a little soft.
He didn't dare to land, fearing to make a sound to disturb the outsiders, he clung to the wall with light skill and arm strength, and walked in the direction of the sound of the piano. It was a difficult journey. Fortunately, Xuan Su was extremely stable, calm and calm. He didn't lose his position because of the situation. After the first hardship, he quickly adapted and accelerated his movements.
Here the black lights were blind, and the Qin Qu of "Ask the Water" became the only guide. Xuan Su was so powerful that he came from the front door. He moved his body, clamped a sharp feldspar with his legs, and suddenly turned upside down, hands Landed on the stone door.
He carefully calculated the distance he traveled in his heart. The sound response of Shimen's opening would not alarm the outside guard, so he lowered his mind and exerted his hands to push the stone door to both sides.
The dust fell and threw a face, called Xuan Su, uncomfortable, Shimen made a soft noise, but not enough to attract attention, Xuansu resisted the sneezing impulse, and again pushed hard, slowly pushing Shimen away, revealing enough himself Turn in the gap.
He was like a monkey jumping up and down, squeezed in through the crack of the door, and as soon as he withdrew his palm, the stone door closed again. Xuan Su landed, and before he stood firm, he felt the wind pave the surface, subconsciously, a blue hand rubbed his cheek and hit the stone door heavily, and a shallow fist mark appeared.
Xuan Su was shocked and looked at his attacker through the dim light in the cave.
This is a monk, wearing a gray monk robe, only blood stained, ragged and ragged, his face blue, his eyes empty and numb, only to see some light when he saw a living person.
Like a hungry wild wolf, he saw a live prey.
A strong stench came over, Xuan Su was a little sick, and his long sleeves covered his face, and the eyes that were exposed faded the soft color, as if the spring water was floating ice, and the material was chilled.
The cave is large, but it is crowded because it is crowded.
Xuan Su's first glance, there are about forty people, more than half are monks, the rest of the dress is different, but without exception are all Jianghu people.
He saw the faces of these people, his pupils contracted instantly--
More than forty people were all blood-stained and covered without clothing. Many people still had limbs missing, and the wounds turned over, and they had even been purulent.
But they didn't seem to know the pain, they only looked at Xuan Su with their eyes straight, and then showed madness and maliciousness from the hollow eyes.
Some of them grinned at Xuan Su as if laughing, but Xuan Su only saw their teeth and mouth without tongue.
Their tongues were all pulled out of the roots. I am afraid that they would not let the wailing and screaming see through this mountain wall and attract the attention of outsiders.
The Buddha said that there are six ways to hell, among which there are hungry ghosts who are hungry, ugly and crazy.
Xuan Su is a young Taoist priest. Due to the difference in Buddhist and Taoist Scriptures, his account of Buddhism is largely superficial. Until now, he has seen "Hell" with his own eyes.
With his hands clenched into fists slowly, the back of his hands was full of blue muscles. He took an uncontrollable breath of smelly air and fell into his lungs. A anger rose in his chest.
"Cough ---"
The monk who attacked Xuan Su made a creepy noise in his throat. He crooked his fingers and grabbed Xuan Su's face door, as if to grab a piece of meat alive.
Xuan Su didn't want to be rough with these poor people, so he had to avoid this scratch in embarrassment, but felt that his legs were tight, and someone hugged his left foot.
It was a woman, her blood-stained face could still faintly identify her beautiful eyes. Once she should be a hibiscus-like girl with clean water, but now she crawled and hugged his legs without biting, and her own legs It has ulcerated below the knee.
The teeth tore through the trouser legs to bite the flesh, even if it hadn't been bitten, Xuan Su was shocked by the cold sweat. He bent over and pointed at the woman's hand, and exerted his skill to earn his own leg, but these forty mad people all came to him. Xuan Su held the copper Xiao in his back with his back hand, and his fingers went around for a moment. There is no solution.
Xuan Su bears two sets of exercises, one is Taishang Gong Zhigong's internal practice, "Promise," and the other set of external exercises is what he brought to the mountains. This set of exercises is different from his temperament. He takes a decisive way of killing and cutting decisively. Once used, it is a trick. Therefore, he had promised Master that he would not kill the non-sinners in his life, and would not deal with innocent people.
Although these people seem crazy and aggressive at the moment, they are all unfortunate people who have been harmed by people. Xuan Su had been very cruel to the wounded criminals on the streets of Galan, but now he is hesitant to face them. .
He stopped and refrained from killing or using heavy hands. He quickly stretched out and stepped back until he reached the stone gate behind him.
Crazy people approached with a flutter or a crawl, drooling in their mouths, nails digging through the walls and the ground, making a harsh sound.
There is a dilemma between human beings and people. Sometimes, if you just go backwards, can you really open up the sky?
Xuan Su's brain is blank at this moment, and only these crazy people are left in his eyes. Naturally, he does not know that his hand has once again been put on the waist.
Killing or killing yourself, which one do you choose?
Fingers twitched, tight and loose, Xuan Su pulled Tong Xiao aside, turned around in his palm, threw it homeward, and nailed firmly to a crack in the upper mountain.
At the same time, Xuan Su raised his hand and grabbed a man to force it out immediately, forcing a two-foot gap, and the man jumped at the opportunity and grabbed the copper Xiao, dangerously hanging in the air .
He didn't dare to take it lightly. His legs lifted up and caught the long lamp hanging directly above the cave. He pulled it hard, and the long lamp hit the ground, the fire extinguished, and the cave suddenly fell into darkness.
At this moment, the piano song of "Ask the Water" suddenly raised a key, Xuan Su was hesitating, but now he was so dark that he could not reach his fingers, he could only hear the sound of the piano coming from here, but could not find a specific location.
The sound of the piano turned into a high-profile, and the sound of clamor was constantly flowing into the ears. Suddenly, a flute sound protruded and cleverly inserted into the gap of the piano music. A stack of three turns, rising up and down, as if the running water came down to the end of the waterfall, the turbulent noise, just like the falling rock rolled into the deep pool, suddenly hit a loud noise, splashing water, arousing people's hearts and hearts trembling!
Xuan Su was caught off guard and almost vomited with a sip of blood. He quickly raised the internal breath to press down the blood flow between the throats, but felt that there was a sudden silence below, and those crazy people didn't move.
The sound of flute passed away, and the piano music gradually ended. The two merged almost perfectly. If they were not attentive, they would never hear this sudden abnormal sound.
The person who caressed the piano stopped the aftertones of the strings with his palm, but the person who made Xiao seemed to never exist. He said nothing and didn't move, as if perfection and darkness merged together.
The violinist is naturally a Western Buddha, so who is it that violently destroys the intellect with the sound of flute?
Xuan Su was hesitant, but thinking about Ye Fusheng, who had opened the sentry, did not procrastinate, but whispered in the direction from Qin Xiao's voice: "Dare you ask Master Sekong?"
An old voice came from the darkness, light and light: "Amitabha, Lao Guan's eyes can't be seen, so the donor can't discern it in time."
Xuan Su was shocked.
Five years ago, the front-end leader died, and Master Sekong came to mourn. He naturally recognized the other party's voice, but at that time, Master Senkong was very old, but his eyes were as bright as before. Why can't he see now?
Duan Yaodao treated him very well before his death. When he talked about Sekong Zen Master, he usually admired the admiration. Xuan Su was so close to him. Not to mention the death of Duan Dao Daochang, Duan Qing and Duan Heng were busy dealing with the chaos in the martial arts, and inevitably ignored his mood, until Master Sekong touched his cold forehead in Duanya Lingtang, warmly comforting him .
Xuan Su was close to Zen Master Sekong, and now he knew that the other party was not in good condition, where could he stabilize, but as soon as he moved, he heard another voice, such as breaking the ice and cutting the snow, very cold: "Do not act lightly , In short. "
The sound was too cold, like the strong ice covered by winter snow, so cold and impeccable that Xuan Su almost shivered.
He finally stabilized himself, and his lowered voice shook a little: "Duan ... Uncle Duan Qing?"
Duan Qing, who should have stayed at Zuo Wang Feng, how could it appear here?