Shen Zhiyue, the old man in the prison awaiting execution, revealed that his son was Shen Xubai, who was currently taking over as the manager of the dead city. Yu Wenlie was suddenly shocked, and his handsome face changed drastically. Shen Zhiyue didn't notice Yu Wenlie's expression, and continued: "Anyone who commits injustice will be punished by his own death. What the dead city has done will make people and gods angry. The day will eventually come when they will be reduced to ashes. I sincerely request that the young hero can take the opportunity to wake up the bad guys." My son was lost in dreams and escaped from the devil's cave. I knotted grass in the street to repay him!" Two lines of old tears hung on Shen Zhiyue's fleshless cheeks.
Yu Wenlie hated Shen Xubai to the core. After hearing this, he didn't know how to answer.
Shen Zhiyue said sadly: "Young hero, are you willing to agree to this?"
Yu Wenlie looked at the old man who was living in despair. His pity and martial arts belief diluted his bone-crushing hatred for Shen Xubai. At the same time, the mysterious masked woman in black was waiting outside the prison door. He had no time to think deeply. He said resolutely: "What if he is obsessed with it?"
Shen Zhiyue took something out of his arms and said sternly: "Young hero, kill him for me. This is my ancestral token!"
Yu Wenlie took it and saw that it was a green jade lion, two inches in size and lifelike. He said in a deep voice: "Old senior, I promise to do my best!"
"Young hero, please accept my respects!"
"Don't dare take it!"
Shen Zhiyue knelt down halfway and was lifted up by Zi Wenlie with his inner strength.
The masked woman's urgent voice came again from outside the prison: "Yu Wenlie, if you wait too long, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
Zi Wenlie did not dare to delay any longer and said with a fist in his arms: "Old senior, I have to take my leave. I am determined to do my best to fulfill my entrustment!"
Shen Zhiyue said in a trembling voice: "I can die in peace!"
Zi Wenlie walked out of the cell door. Behind him, there was a sound of "bang!", followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. When he looked back, his whole body was shaken. Shen Zhiyue had also hit the wall and died.
The masked woman in black clothes ran out of the cave first. Yuwen Lie gritted his teeth and followed out.
The dark moon and high winds added a strong sense of terror to this ghostly place.
Yu Wenlie followed closely behind the masked woman in black, going east and west, getting higher and lower. While looking around, he came to a dangerous building that was about to collapse.
The masked woman glanced westward and whispered, "Follow me!"
Zi Wenlie followed in blankly, his heart filled with unspeakable surprise and heavy doubts. What is the origin of this black-clothed and masked girl?
Why would she risk saving herself? Can she solve the acupuncture points created by Death City's unique technique without any effort? How could she come and go freely in this terrifying and desperate situation...
The house was covered with cobwebs and dust, and there was a sinister air in it. It looked like it was a dead house where no one could find anyone.
The masked girl walked towards an altar table, turned the table legs, and a five-foot-square hole immediately opened on the ground, and jumped down without hesitation.
Although Yu Wenlie was suspicious, he didn't have any chance to think or choose, so he jumped into the hole with his heart crossed. The acupuncture point is about three feet deep and is solid. In front of it is an acupuncture channel that stretches out flatly.
There was a slight sound, the entrance was sealed, the cave was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers. In such a place with no light, no matter how strong his eyesight was, he could only avoid hitting the wall.
The masked girl ran forward as if she was familiar with the road. Yu Wenlie followed silently.
According to the old man Shen Zhiyue, there is only one way out of the dead city, which is guarded by the city lord's best friends and has many agencies. From this point of view, even Shen Zhiyue, who was once the city lord's guard chief, doesn't know about this secret path. The origin of the masked woman is indeed a bit incredible. Although I have doubts in my heart. But he couldn't ask, the other party came to save him.
After a full update, the tunnel has reached its end. The masked woman skillfully turned the mechanism to reveal the door. After exiting the tunnel, she saw a dark forest in front of her.
The masked woman restored the portal to the secret passage. From the outside, it looked like a huge boulder rooted in the soil. No one would have expected that it would be the portal to the secret passage. The person who originally designed this secret passage was extremely ingenious.
Yu Wenlie breathed a long sigh of relief, and the first thought in his heart was: I have actually passed another death hurdle. After calming down, he solemnly said: "Can I give you my name, girl?"
The masked woman shook her head. He pointed his hand forward and ran away. Yu Wenlie felt extremely puzzled, so he had no choice but to run along.
The branches and leaves are thick, the sky is opaque, and the ground is full of hazelnuts, mixed in between the giant trees. The speed of running is no different from ordinary people who are not familiar with martial arts.
After leaving the forest, the masked woman tightened her figure and sped forward.
Zi Wenlie judged from the appearance of the forest that this forest was the black forest surrounding the dead city, but it was not from the direction when he came. From the star position, it was on the right of the path into the forest dome.
Dawn breaks in the east. The two came to a hill, and the masked woman stopped.
Just as Zi Wenlie was about to speak, the masked woman spoke first: "My lord, we are safe now. Remember, the Dead City will use all its strength to deal with you when they find out you have escaped, so you must be particularly careful. It is best to hide your steps... …”
"Excuse me, girl..."
"I don't have time, we will meet again." After the voice fell, he ran away quickly.
Yu Wenlie was stunned, and his mood was extremely complicated. At this time, the sky was bright and his eyesight was not affected. He saw that the figure of this mysterious masked woman was very familiar, but her voice seemed unfamiliar. He could no longer recall where he had seen this woman before.
This woman suddenly came and drifted away, leaving Yu Wenlie with an extremely confusing mystery. Why should she save him? Why hide your true colors? He stared blankly in the direction where the other person disappeared.
This is a debt of gratitude that is difficult to repay. If the masked woman in black had not rescued him, he would have been doomed. However, the woman neither showed his true face nor revealed his name and origin, which really aroused suspicion.
Suddenly, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils. He looked to the west in shock, but saw nothing. When he was at a loss, he discovered that there was a silk scarf left on the ground in front of his feet. It was left by the masked woman in black. of.
Is it intentional? Was it unintentional? A subtle feeling made his heart skip a beat.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps came closer and closer. He looked up and saw that it was a woodcutter who came. He immediately raised his voice and said, "Brother, may I ask what the name of this place is?"
The woodcutter was waiting for a reply when he suddenly exclaimed and turned around and ran away like a ghost. Yu Wenlie was greatly confused. He was not a vicious person, so why did the woodcutter rush away as soon as he saw his face?
After several thoughts, he seemed to have thought of something. He jumped up and ran down the mountain. There was a stream at the foot of the mountain, crystal clear to the bottom. He leaned over and took a look at the stream. His whole body was shocked like an electric shock, and his handsome face stood up and twitched. .
"Hahahaha!" He laughed crazily, his laughter filled with endless hatred and boundless murderous intent.
On his forehead, there is a burnt mark, a fully drawn bow with an arrow on it. This is the gift given to him by the Dead City, a mark that will never disappear.
His handsome face was ruined, and he understood the reason why the woodcutter suddenly avoided him.
He made fists with both hands and waved them in the air, as if he wanted to wave away the resentment and hatred in his heart.
It's over, this face will never be seen in front of others.
He screamed wildly, turned around and ran towards the dead city. After running for a while, his frenzied emotions calmed down a little. He stopped slumped. With his current skills, re-entering the dead city was like a moth rushing to a flame, especially In that extraordinary formation, even if one has profound skills, one can only sit back and wait for death.
Hatred and hatred were rushing rapidly in his blood vessels, and he once again experienced that crazy feeling.
The approaching words of the masked woman in black rang in his ears again: "... the city of death will use all its strength to deal with you... cover up your actions..." He felt a sense of horror.
After a person engages in a certain action with bloody courage and experiences the struggle of death, he will re-evaluate the value of life and the meaning of life and death. At this moment, Yu Wenlie had this idea in his mind. If he ventured into the city of death and died unfortunately, his grudges would be in vain, and he would die in peace. Since he miraculously recovered his life from the gate of hell, from now on How not to take unnecessary risks and fulfill one's wishes is the most important question worth considering.
Although he has a cold personality, he is not headstrong. The trip to the dead city achieved nothing, but almost killed him.
A faint fragrance came out from the arms. He suddenly realized that this purple silk scarf was intentionally left behind by the masked woman in black. His heartstrings trembled again, and he couldn't explain what he felt.
Last time, during the battle of the mass graves outside Nanchang City to capture the key to the Forbidden Palace, he followed Master Kongkong's instructions and concealed his true colors in order to avoid unnecessary trouble. Now, he conceals his true colors again in order to The brand on his forehead made him invisible.
He took out the purple silk scarf, poked two holes in it with his thumb and index finger as see-through holes, then covered his face with a hood, tore off his inner clothes, wrapped the Sword of Hell with its scabbard, and carried it on his back. On his back, he turned back resolutely and left, muttering to himself: "I will come back again, when the power is enough to destroy the dead city..."
At present, what he is eager to do is to rush to Songshan Shaolin at the invitation of Ouyang Zhi, the successor of Kongkong Patriarch. He must disclose what he saw in the dead city to the various sects. If each sect acts rashly and attacks the dead city, the consequences will be unimaginable when the situation is unclear.
Looking forward, he ran out of the mountainous area.
Suddenly, a familiar call came from the forest beside me: "Mr. Ziwen!"
Zi Wenlie's heart moved and he subconsciously stopped his body. A figure flashed before his eyes, and a Huang Zaili stood in front of her handsomely.
She is none other than Liu Yuchan, the daughter of the lord of the East China Sea Golden City.
Liu Yuchan said "Oh" in surprise and took a big step back unexpectedly.
He blurted out: "You...how...!"
A burst of tearing pain hit Zi Wenlie's heart. He thought that his appearance had been ruined and that he was wearing a purple scarf at the moment. He immediately changed his voice and said coldly: "I don't know the girl!"
Liu Yuchan's cheeks turned red involuntarily, and she said sarcastically: "Your Excellency, you are not..."
Zi Wenlie gritted his teeth to hold back the pain in his heart, and said calmly: "Young lady, you think you recognized the wrong person?"
Liu Yuchan said sadly: "I'm sorry, because your body shape looks very much like a friend of mine!"
"Oh! But I wonder what the name of the girl's friend is?"
"Yu Wenlie!"
"Second Iron Heart Shura?"
"Yes, do you know him?"
Zi Wenlie's heart was bleeding, and he said with all his heart, "I am a close friend of him!"
Liu Yuchan's pink cheeks flashed into a smile. A girl's unique intoxicating smile towards the person she likes, which represents the thoughts in her heart.
"May I ask how you address me?"
"I don't have a name, but I have an indecent nickname!"
"Ghost-eating guest!"
"What, the Ghost Eater?"
"That's right, Miss Liu probably hasn't heard of it?"
"This is indeed the first time I heard it, eh! How did you know that my surname is Liu?"
"Zi Wenlie once mentioned a girl to me, and I identified her as such based on her attire."
Liu Yuchan's face showed great joy, and she said softly: "Has he ever mentioned me to Your Excellency?"
Yuwen Lie was aware of it, and it could be seen from his expression that Liu Yuchan was infatuated with him. However, these only deepened the pain in his heart. After suffocating the whole room, he said: "Yes! I mentioned it!"
"How come you have such a unique nickname?" This sentence hit Yu Wenlie's pain point. He casually made up the nickname "Ghost Eater" to express his deep resentment towards these evil spirits and monsters in the Dead City. I really wish I could eat its flesh alive and sleep on its skin after death.
"Because my lifelong ambition is to conquer demons and slay demons!"
"Oh! But I wonder where Mr. Ziwen is now?"
"he……"
"how is he?"
"he died!"
Liu Yuchan felt as if she was struck by lightning. Her pink cheeks changed drastically, her delicate body staggered, and she said in a trembling voice: "What did you say, Your Excellency?"
"Ziwen Lieye is no longer alive!"
"No! He... won't die!"
"But he's really dead!"
Tears rolled down Liu Yuchan's pink cheeks, her beautiful face suddenly turned pale and sad, and her delicate body was trembling.
"Is your Excellency telling the truth?"
"Yes, why is Miss Liu so sad and crying?"
"I...I...because he took away my heart!"
Yu Wenlie raised his head to the sky and said sadly: "If someone sheds tears for him, his death is worth it!"
Liu Yuchan wiped away her tears and said sternly: "How did he die?"
"Dead City!"
Liu Yuchan took three steps back in a row, her beautiful eyes flashed with extremely malicious light, and she let out a soft whistle.
A figure came quickly, and it turned out to be a majestic-looking old man in yellow clothes.
The old man in yellow bowed and said, "What's your message from the princess?"
Liu Yuchan trembled and said: "Master Wang Altar, have all the disciples in this city arrived?"
"Everyone is here!"
"Send the order to march to the dead city immediately!"
"As you command!"
Yuwen Lie was secretly surprised and said loudly: "Miss Liu, wait a minute!"
"What do you have to say?"
"What is Miss Liu's purpose in attacking Death City?"
"On the one hand, I want to seek revenge for the disciples who died in this city, and on the other hand, I want to bloodbath the dead city for Mr. Yuwen!"
Yu Wenlie was greatly moved in his heart. This feeling was pure and precious.
"Girls can't make mistakes!"
"Why?"
"The dead city is no different than a ghost domain. The arrangements therein are beyond the imagination of outsiders. It is absolutely impossible to invade by force."
"You may not know it, but we have brought weapons to attack the city..."
"I'm not being alarmist. Even if we gather all the top martial arts masters today, I'm afraid we won't be able to get in or out!"
"How do you know?"
"I escaped from the dead city..."
"oh!"
"The periphery of the dead city is a dark forest. There is no daylight. It is difficult for even animals to cross. There is only one road. If you are ambushed, you can't even reach the edge of the city. Inside the city is an ancient formation of strange gates, which can make people lose their mind..."
"But I came here determined to attack. This city has dispatched selected master Xi Bai, as well as the sharp weapons of Fenlin to attack the city!"
"Miss Liu, can you listen to the next words?"
"Speaking!"
"Dead City aspires to dominate the world, and what it has done is outraged by both humans and gods. Currently, Shaolin has issued a martial arts invitation, inviting the twelve sects and well-known people in the martial arts to conspire to deal with Dead City and eliminate the disaster. Why don't girls hold back for a while and take advantage of the situation? On the one hand, it can reduce unnecessary sacrifices. On the other hand, using your city's power to help various sects will benefit both parties. What do you think, girl?"
Liu Yuchan was silent, her two crescent-like shields tightly gathered together. After a long time, he uttered a sentence: "No, I can't wait, I want to avenge Mr. Yuwen immediately!"
Yu Wen Lie was so moved that tears filled his eyes. He barely suppressed his excitement and tried to keep his voice as calm as possible: "Young lady's hard work is appreciated. I would like to express my sincere thanks to my dear brother Yu Wen Lie who died for me. However, I am foolish. I think taking risks should also weigh the gains and losses. If the gains outweigh the losses, or there is no possibility of success at all, not only is such a risk not worth it, but Yu Wenlie will not agree with this if he knows it secretly, right?"
"This..." Liu Yuchan's tears began to flow down again.
Yu Wenlie said with a slightly trembling voice: "Miss Liu, I sincerely reiterate my request. I hope Miss Liu will think twice!"
The leader of Wang Tan, who was standing next to him, said: "Princess, please decide to advance or retreat immediately. If the whereabouts are detected by the dead city, I am afraid that it will cause trouble and cause trouble. We will go far into the hinterland of the Central Plains. We can only succeed but not fail. Please Zhuo Cai!”
Liu Yuchan's face tightened.
Yu Wenlie was hit again immediately: "Miss Liu, I am not overestimating the enemy. The dead city should not be underestimated!"
"Next month's fifteenth!"
"Do you still have plenty of time?"
"Yes."
"This city has always been far away from the East China Sea and has little contact with the martial arts community in the Central Plains. Since we have not accepted the invitation, of course we cannot attend the meeting rashly. It seems that the best way is to wait for the opportunity to support each other?"
"Young lady is very sensible. I am on my way to attend the conference. I will present your city's position then."
"So, thank you!" After saying that, he turned to the old man in yellow and said: "Master Wang Tan, send an order to break it into pieces and strengthen detection and contact.
"I obey the princess's orders!" The old man in yellow bowed and retreated.
Zi Wenlie didn't want to owe the other party any more favors, so he said to Liu Yuchan with ulterior motives: "Miss Liu, I'm sorry to say this, but I only have a casual acquaintance with my brother Yu Wenlie, but she actually pays so much attention to him. My brother doesn’t seem to regard the girl as a confidante..."
Liu Wangchan smiled bitterly and said: "Your Excellency, you mean that he doesn't love me at all?"
"This...this is my opinion!"
"What does it have to do with it? I love him, that's enough!" If she knew that the person in front of her was Yu Wenlie, she would never be able to say such a thing no matter what.
The more the other party is like this, the more painful Zi Wenlie feels. He can no longer accept any favors from others, especially those based on love, because he thinks he will never be able to repay them. In his mind, he said coldly: "I am well aware of Zi Wenlie's character and never want to accept favors from others. I have already started to avenge him. With the kindness of the girl, I would like to take my place on his behalf."
"Your Excellency, there is no need to say anything. Let's do our best! Goodbye." The yellow shadow flashed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yuwen Lie stood there with a sense of loss, not knowing whether it was sadness, bitterness, sweetness or bitterness in his heart. It was the hardest to bear the kindness of a beauty. He didn't know why he deserved such admiration from the majestic Princess of Golden City, even though his appearance was not ruined and he had a wife, Jiang Yaofeng. Now, he can't love her either.
Strange encounter! Confused life experience! Hate the torture of love! What a strange fate! These came one after another, seeming to suffocate him. The heavy load on his mind and the cruel blows on his body seemed to crush him.
He moved his steps in a daze, moving forward blindly and unconsciously. He didn't know how long he had been walking, and he didn't know where he was going...
Suddenly. There was a piercing sound of a woman wailing in my ears, mixed with a harsh and strange laughter.
Yu Wenlie was awakened from his sleepwalking state and took a look. They actually walked into a mountain col, and the wailing sounds and strange laughter kept coming from behind a clump of shrubs. Driven by curiosity, he bullied him as lightly as a ghost.
Behind the tree, a pair of women's feet were vaguely exposed. Looking away, they were pink legs that were as clear as jade. Moving his eyes carefully, he saw that it was a naked body.
He gasped, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly. He wanted to turn around, but when he thought wrong, the wailing sound was still intermittent, but the strange laughter had stopped. It was obvious that...
His eyes accidentally touched the body between the legs, and all he saw were red spots, which were unsightly.
Suddenly, a gloomy voice said: "If you taste this before you die, you will not be reborn in this world in vain!"
Zi Wenlie's heart was shocked. He looked closely and saw a strange man in white robes, standing less than eight feet away from the naked woman, adjusting his robes.
Messenger of Death! He screamed secretly in his heart, a wave of resentment. He rose up in his chest, with murderous intent piercing the door. He still didn't know where these extremely powerful death messengers came from, but they once took away the key to officialdom from Jiang Yaofeng, and now they are in this wilderness, treacherously Femicide...
The woman's wailing had turned into a vague moan that was unbearable to listen to. Zi Wenlie stretched his body and bullied him.
"Who?" As he shouted, the Death Messenger raised his palms to face Yu Wenlie.
Zi Wenlie said coldly. "You are one of the messengers of death?"
The Death Messenger was obviously surprised by the sudden appearance of the purple-clothed masked man who could say his name. His gloomy zombie-like face moved slightly and he said in a sinister tone: "Are you right, sign up?"
"Ghost-eating guest!"
"What?"
"The ghost eater specializes in eating the flesh of ghosts and demons and drinking the blood of ghosts and demons!"
"Now that you meet this envoy, you will be registered in the King of Hell's Palace..."
Yu Wenlie glanced unexpectedly at the raped woman lying on the ground. This sight made him feel all broken inside, his blood was boiling, and his murderous intent was blazing. That woman was none other than Cao Yueying, who was infatuated with him, and she was dying at the moment.
The Death Messenger suddenly took a step closer and said in a loud voice: "Did you commit suicide or..."
Yu Wenlie's eyes were almost bleeding. Before the other party could finish his words, he roared wildly: "Take your life!" He struck out with a palm. This palm was issued in a rage, and with a lifetime of skill, it was extremely powerful. Strong enough to shake mountains and mountains.
The Death Messenger sealed his palms together, "Bang!" Amidst the violent sound, the Death Messenger took three big steps back. This terrifying figure was shocked. He never dreamed that he would call himself a "Ghost Eater"
The purple scarf masked man has such high skills.
Yuwen Lie was furious, and he took action three more times, forcing the Death Messenger to take eight steps back.
The two sides launched a rare fight in the martial arts world and became inseparable. Ten moves! Twenty moves! Thirty moves!
Yu Wenlie looked at the gap and struck the opponent with a palm. His left finger was like a halberd, cutting into the opponent's "Qi Kan" acupoint. His right hand was like a knife, and he struck out with the move of King Jian.
"Bang! Bang!" A groan and a scream came out at the same time.
Yu Wenlie actually received a palm on his chest. Even though he had magical powers to protect his body, he was still beaten until blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and there were stars in his eyes.
The Death Messenger dodged a finger, but his shoulder bone was shattered by a palm, and his body was shaking.
Yuwen Lie was filled with hatred to the extreme. After suffocating for a moment, he raised his palm and entered again.
The Death Messenger's eyes were full of horror, and he shot out of the bushes...
"Where to go!" Yuwen Liesu shouted, swiveled his body, and struck out with a palm in the air.
Amidst the surge of energy, the Death Messenger was knocked to the ground.
Compared with the Death Messenger, Yu Wen Lie's skill is only second to none, not much higher. In normal times, it may take more than 500 moves to determine the outcome. It may be difficult to take the opponent's life. But now, Angry The hatred had stimulated him to the point of going crazy, and his skills were invisibly pushed to the extreme, so he was shot down by dozens of Death Messengers and was seriously injured before escaping.
"Bang!" Yu Wenlie struck hard with his palm, blood spattered from the mouth of the Death Messenger, and he fell down. Yu Wenlie grabbed the opponent's shoulders and lifted him up. His fingers dug deep into the flesh, causing the Death Messenger to scream several times again in pain. Humph.
"What is your origin?"
"You don't deserve to ask."
"Did not say?"
"You do not deserve."
"Pa!" A slap in the face, causing the death messenger's teeth and mouth to spurt blood.
"Tell me, who ordered you to rob the key to the Forbidden Palace?"
The Deathbringer closed his eyes and said nothing.
Yuwen Lie's blood surged all over his body, and his emotions reached boiling point. He grabbed the opponent's shattered left shoulder with his other hand and said sternly: "Speak!"
The Deathbringer's eyelid openings were distorted and distorted. Sweat beads rolled down his face, and he hissed: "Boy, just be cruel, you... just wait and see!"
"You really won't tell?"
"Did not say!"
"Hurrah!"
A heart-rending scream started, red light burst out, blood splashed to the west, and the Death Messenger's arms were torn off alive, "Bang!"
Suddenly, he fell to the ground and died.
Yu Wenlie wiped the blood from his hands on the death messenger's robe, and then moved towards Cao Yueying. Fang was stunned for a moment. The other party was naked. How to treat him?
After thinking hard for a moment, I came up with a temporary solution. He peeled off the white robe from the Death Messenger, gritted his teeth and walked over, covering Cao Yueying's body with the white robe. Then, he called out in a trembling voice: "Miss Cao! Miss Cao!"
Cao Yueying opened her absent-minded eyes, and after a long while, she struggled to say: "You...
who is it? "
"I am..." The two words came out and he suddenly paused. He thought of the brand on his forehead and the purple scarf on his face. Yu Wenlie was dead and he was now the "Ghost Eater". An inexplicable pain floated through his heart and he said sadly: "I call you the Ghost Eater!"
"Hey... ghost... guest?"
"good!"
"What about the devil?"
"died!"
"Your Excellency...saved me?"
"Yes!"
"Your Excellency...how did you know that my surname is Cao?"
"I still know that the girl is the daughter of old man Tongbai!"
Cao Yueying closed her eyes, squeezed out two bean-sized tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a hissing voice: "Thank you for saving my life. I will repay you in the next life!"
Yu Wenlie was shocked and said, "Why did the girl say this?"
"Do you think I can survive?"
"Why not?"
"I...I was raped by a demon...how can I be ashamed..."
"Girl, sometimes people have a hundred reasons to die, but as long as they have one reason to live, they have to live."
"A reason to live?"
"Yes, for example, in the Tongbai sect, almost everyone from your father on down was killed. Could it be that the girl doesn't want to reorganize the sect to comfort the deceased?"
"This...I can't take care of this anymore!"
"Girl, death is not liberation."
"I... know, but how can I survive? That life is more terrifying than death!" Tears came out again.
"Girl, did you suffer any other injuries?"
"not heavy!"
"Is there another reason why the Deathbringer is persecuting you?"
"He... only said that he was ordered to eradicate the weeds!"
"Oh! Did he tell me a way out?"
"No!"
Yu Wenlie fell into deep thought. He wondered where the Death Messenger might have come from.
Cao Yueying suddenly said with grief and anger: "My dear benefactor, I want to ask you for something!"
"What's up!"
"Please find Wen Lie, the second character of Tie Xin Shura, and tell him that I am dead and my unfinished dream will continue in the next life!"
Yuwen Lie's whole body trembled like a lightning strike, and he hardened his heart: "Miss Cao, do you love him?"
"Yes, but this unresolved relationship can only be looked forward to in the next life!" The heartbreaking words were unbearable to listen to. "Miss Cao, Yu Wenlie is no longer alive!"
"What?" Cao Yueying's eyes widened and her body twisted, but she couldn't get up.
"He broke into the city of death alone and unfortunately died!"
Cao Yueying suddenly laughed wildly in confusion. After a long time, she suppressed her laughter and said to herself: "Okay! Good! Have a good death! It's hard to be together in this world, but here I am willing to get married... But... But... ...How dare I see Brother Lie underground? I...I'm not qualified anymore!"
As he spoke, he began to sob again.
Yu Wenlie's nose felt sore and he almost shed tears. He said in his heart: "Sister Ying, if I can love you, I don't care if you lose your virginity. This is a disaster. It's not your fault. But, I can't, forgive me... "
Cao Yueying cried for a while, suddenly turned miserable, gritted her teeth and said: "My dear friend, please unlock the three main acupoints on your right arm for me!"
Zi Wenlie responded blankly and stretched out his hand to relieve her acupuncture points.
Cao Yueying stretched and bent her right arm several times to let the blood flow through her, then raised her middle finger and stabbed her right temple." Zi Wenlie stretched out his hand and said in a voice: "Miss Cao, what are you doing?"
Cao Yueying shouted sharply: "Let me die!"
"no!"
"I hate you, why did you save me?"
"Miss Cao, I can't just ignore death, not to mention that the messenger of death is the target of my pursuit!"
"I...please...let me die..."
"You can't die, and you don't deserve to die. You left your father's hatred unavenged and your sect unrestored. How can you say death easily? Although you have suffered a terrible tragedy, you can only regard it as a disaster. This will not damage your soul. Wulin Children, you should have a superhuman mind, why should you follow the example of secular women and seek death and life? I have said below that death is not liberation, and death cannot wash away the stains suffered!" These words are said with great righteousness. Like drums in the evening and bells in the morning, it is thought-provoking.
Cao Yueying closed her eyes and said nothing, carefully chewing on the meaning of the words. After a long time, he opened his eyes and said quietly: "Can I call you big brother? Because of brother lie."
Zi Wenlie's heart moved. After thinking for a while, he said with emotion: "We can become brothers and sisters with different surnames and support each other..."
Cao Yueying said sadly: "Won't my sister humiliate you?"
"You are absolutely wrong to say that."
"So, may I ask your eldest brother's name, Nian Geng?"
"My surname is Zi, and I am twenty-one years old!"
"Only the last name?"
"Yes!"
"Can I reveal my identity?"
"This... Yingmei, please forgive Brother Yu for his sorrow. How about a little vacation?"
"good!"
"Sister, can you get up?"
"I..." Cao Yueying couldn't help but blush and didn't dare to look at the other person.
Yu Wenlie suddenly felt that he had made a mistake. The other party was only covered in a white robe. He was naked and naked. How could he get up and take action? At that moment, he said awkwardly: "Sister Ying, forgive me for my momentary gaffe."
At this time, a ghostly figure stood quietly behind a tree a few branches away. With Yu Wenlie's skill, he was completely unaware of it.
Cao Yueying said shyly: "Brother, sincerity leads to wisdom. There is no need to stick to formalities. Little sister, can I just make an oath with our hearts like this?"
Yu Wenlie has good intentions. He knows that he cannot love her, but he must give her the courage to live, so he proposes to marry a brother and sister with different surnames. He thinks his surname is Bai, which is true. The character is his mother's surname, and Bai is his mother's surname. His father's surname is that sooner or later he will change his surname and return to the clan. After hearing this, he should kneel down on the ground and pray: "Disciple Bai, I am now a brother and sister with a different surname with Cao Yueying. We share blessings, share hardships, and share life and death. Breaking the oath, God will hate you!”
After Cao Yueying stood up after taking the oath of alliance with Yu Wenlie, her cheeks were filled with piety, she closed her eyes and prayed: "The orphan Cao Yueying is now a brother and sister of the same surname as the elder brother of the Bai family. We share weal and woe, help each other in times of adversity, and we have learned from each other. ”
This is a very subtle scene. Yu Wenlie seems to be sincerely happy because he has done a good thing. Cao Yueying still has a mysterious feeling about the purple scarf masked man.
After the oath of alliance was over, Yu Wenlie fell into a layer of confusion again. He didn't know how to deal with the aftermath. Cao Yueying's clothes had turned into rags and were scattered in pieces. There was no one nearby, so she couldn't lie still. , if I have to leave her to look for clothes, it will not only be inconvenient, but also uneasy. For a moment, he felt trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Cao Yueying was extremely anxious. After hesitating for a moment, she said helplessly: "Brother, it seems that I can only go on the road wrapped in a white robe. I wonder if there are any mountain dwellers nearby."
"I guess it will happen, Yingmei, get up!" He said, turning his back.
Cao Yueying struggled to get up, but couldn't get up. Her whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and she couldn't use any strength at all. She tried her luck, but most of her meridian points were blocked. She couldn't help but screamed: "Brother, I was controlled by a weird technique." The acupuncture points are blocked and I can’t move!”
Zi Wenlie was shocked and turned around: "This... what should I do?"
"Since the alliance has been broken up, there is no need to be too avoidant. Brother... you try to explain it."
"Yeah, okay. I'll try!"
He said that his handsome face was already blushing, and the skin of a man and a woman touched each other. Even if he had no evil intentions, it would still feel unnatural. What's more, the other party was not even naked. Since he was controlled by a unique technique, he had to check all the connections. , but if the other party doesn't open his mouth and be more generous, wouldn't it prove that he has evil intentions? In his mind, he arrived at Cao Yueying's side.
Cao Yueying's heart beat wildly, she closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks turned as red as a ripe apple.
Yu Wenlie gritted his teeth and looked at his nose and nose, then looked at his heart. He held Yuan Shouyi in his arms and stretched out his fingers to explore... After exploring several acupuncture points, sweat beads appeared on his forehead due to nervousness. He could not control the trembling of his fingers no matter what.
After finally exploring the important meridian points, his handsome face suddenly tightened and he said in panic: "Yingmei, this method is too weird, stupid brother, I... can't figure it out!"
Cao Yueying's heart sank, and her eyes suddenly burst into tears.
Suddenly at this moment, a vigorous voice suddenly came! Baby, if you can’t figure it out, someone else can! "
Yu Wenlie was shocked. He looked around and saw an old man wearing a tuge cloth shirt, with a face as red as a baby, a white beard reaching his belly, and a fairy-like spirit. He was walking slowly. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed. It seemed that Cao Yueying was saved. .
The person who came was none other than the Immortal Immortal among the three extraordinary people a century ago.
In Xifa Nunnery, the Immortal Immortal gave enlightenment to the nunnery owner Yang Lixian, and at the same time gave Cao Yueying advice, asking her to rein in her horse. Now, the appearance of this strange man is definitely no accident.
Yu Wenlie hurriedly saluted and said: "Hello, senior!"
The Immortal Immortal nodded, walked to Cao Yueying's side, and sighed slightly: "It's so pitiful!"
Cao Yueying murmured: "Old senior, please forgive me for not being able to be polite!"
The Immortal Immortal waved his hand and said: "Daughter, there is no need to be polite. Throughout my life, I have believed in the word "fate" the most, and I have also attached great importance to the word "evil". Everything in this world is either fate or evil. What is rare is to turn back and find the right shore. "You can turn violence into good fortune." This paragraph has no beginning and no end, and is like a Buddhist statement. Only Yu Wenlie can understand it, and Cao Yueying only has a partial understanding.
The Immortal Immortal glanced at Zi Wenlie and said in a deep voice: "My dear, I know who you are, so maybe what you did is right!"
Zi Wenlie couldn't help but be horrified, and said with profound meaning: "What this junior did was unavoidable!"
"I know that the martial arts world is facing a catastrophe. I hope you can be the mainstay, eliminate demons and protect the Tao, and benefit the common people!"
"Juniors should try their best!"
"Leave the baby girl to me, let's go!"
Zi Wenlie was overjoyed. He was worried that he would not be able to arrange Cao Yueying. This time, he got what he wanted and said hurriedly: "Then I'll rely on the old man!"
Cao Yueying had no reluctance in her heart, but she was somewhat dependent on her brother with a different surname who saved her life and became sworn sworn brother again. He couldn't help but blurt out: "Brother, are you leaving?"
Yu Wenlie said sadly: "Sister Ying, I have a lot of things to do, so I have to leave. You should be happy that the old man is willing to show his favor!"
"Will we meet again?"
"Of course, we can meet at any time!"
"Brother, little sister, I won't say any more words of gratitude. I hope you will cherish it!"
"You value it too!"
The Immortal Immortal pointed at the corpse nearby and said, "Did you kill that?"
"Yes!"
"Do you know who the deceased is?"
"He calls himself the Messenger of Death..."
"Where's the origin?"
"have no idea!"
"Search him and you may find something. I'm leaving!" After saying that, he hugged Cao Yueying and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Yu Wenlie was stunned for a moment, then jumped to the Death Messenger Factory. He stretched out his hand and touched out a golden disc with a embossed lotus on one side and the word "Nirvana" on the other side. This discovery , which shocked his heart. Unexpectedly, the Death Messenger is actually a gold medal master under the "Death City". It seems that the key to the Forbidden Palace has fallen into the hands of the Lord of the Dead City.
No wonder the Messenger of Death once said to eradicate the roots. It seems that the situation of the twelve sects is quite critical. The Death City first took the leaders as hostages and forced each sect to exchange secrets for their lives. Afterwards, the leaders were still not spared, except for those who committed suicide on the spot. , were all assassinated. This kind of behavior is indeed outraged by both humans and gods.
He first went to a nearby town and bought a purple shirt to cover up his original white clothes. This way, he didn't have any chance of being recognized. After that, he rushed towards Songshan Mountain.
This day is the period of the martial arts conference. Songshan, Shaolin Temple, from the foot of the mountain to the mountain gate, every one hundred feet, there are two Shaolin disciples standing beside the road to welcome the guests. From the mountain gate to the main hall, it is cleaned spotlessly.
The new head of Shaolin, Zen Master Wugou, and the five Shaolin elders sat in a quiet room to have a final exchange of opinions on the convening of the martial arts conference.
The meeting is scheduled to start at noon. Logically speaking, representatives from various sects should have arrived one after another in the first three days. However, at the end of the afternoon today, not even half of the attendees had arrived. There was obviously something fishy about this. At noon, the head of Shaolin, the five elders, the supervisor, and the guests gathered in the monk hall, and they were inexplicably anxious.
At this moment, the disciples on duty outside the monastery door sang loudly: "The empty donor has arrived!"
The monk who knew the guest hurriedly stepped out to greet him, followed by the five elders and the supervisor, and the head of the gate also came to the door.
A thin, white-haired old man with a solemn expression shouted loudly as soon as he entered the side courtyard: "Everyone, there is no need to hold the martial arts conference!"
The group of monks were shocked when they heard this. The leader, Zen Master Wugou, pronounced the Buddha's name and said, "Donor, please come in and wait for tea. If you have anything to say, please speak slowly!"
Patriarch Kongkong said hey, followed the monks into the monastery and took a seat. The deacon disciples offered incense and tea.
Then Zen Master Wugou said seriously: "What did the donor just say?"
"I said there is no need to hold a martial arts conference!"
"Why?"
"Have you ever thought about why representatives from various sects are so late in arriving?"
"I am puzzled by this!"
"Except for the Tongbai sect, which has no one participating at all, none of the representatives from the other eleven sects will come!"
"Appreciate further details?'
"If the leader is merciful, he can send more disciples to Dengfeng! Let's collect the corpses in Yanshi and Yanshi!"
The monks suddenly changed their colors and stood up from their seats.
Zen Master Wugou frowned and said, "Ah Amitabha, I am compassionate, what happened?"
Patriarch Kongkong said excitedly: "Except for the new heads of Huashan, Qingcheng, and Wudang, all the new heads and accompanying disciples of the other sects were killed in Dengfeng and Yanshi!"
"What, everyone was killed?"
"Yes, my master and disciple have personally seen that the three masters of Qingcheng, Wudang, and Huashan only escaped with their lives, and none of the accompanying disciples survived!"
"Amitabha, who did it?"
"Deathbringer!"
"Deathbringer?"
"Yes, with such high skill, I'm afraid I have very few opponents in today's world!"
Fan Su, who was in charge of the prison, said: "Is the so-called Death Messenger a subordinate of Death City?"
Patriarch Kongkong smiled miserably and said: "Other than that, who can do such an act that is outrageous to both humans and gods!"
Master Wugou, the leader of Shaolin, was so excited that his whole body was shaking and he said dejectedly: "It seems that the Tao eliminates demons, and the martial arts will repeat the story of two hundred years ago!"
Patriarch Kongkong said in frustration: "Two hundred years ago, the martial arts fell into the hands of the mysterious sect and was almost doomed. Fortunately, the Tianshan Shiying saved the disaster. Now, who will succeed the Shiying? All my original wishes have been shattered. "
"The donor must have been inspired by these words?"
"Yes, among the rising stars in the martial arts world, the one who stands out is the second Yu Wenlie of Tiexin Shura, but I heard that he died in Death City..."
"Evil has always prevailed over good since ancient times, and justice cannot last forever. What we worry about is a series of bloody catastrophes, which will destroy the vitality of the martial arts!"
"Everyone has done what he has done, so what should he do!"
"Donor, there are hundreds of martial arts posters scattered. Except for the ten sects, why are the other comrades also missing? Could it be that they have all suffered the same fate?"
"Perhaps, according to my judgment, everything within a hundred miles of Songshan Mountain may be blocked!"
Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the door of the monk's hall: "The old man is right. Most of the people who attended the meeting were killed, and a few escaped after seeing the opportunity."
Without seeing the deacons, it was really shocking to see someone come and attack the heart of the temple with their own heads.
Master Wugou is worthy of being a master of his sect. He is extremely excited in his heart. On the surface, he remains calm. He waved his broad sleeves and said, "Welcome the guests!"
"No need! I've ventured into the temple, and I'm going to accuse you of being rude!" When someone came, he realized that the visitor had already entered the monastery before the monk turned around.
The visitor was dressed in a green cedar and covered his face with a green scarf. When he saw him, he bowed to Master Wugou, and then nodded to Master Kongkong, the Five Elders of Shaolin, and the Supervisor Liaofan respectively. The air became tense when the masked man appeared.
The masked man said coldly: "Everyone, please take a seat!"
Master Wugou's eyes are like electric torches, destined to be a masked human being; "What do you call the donor?"
"Heart-killing person!"
"What, Heart-killer?"
"Exactly!"
"Why don't we meet each other with our true colors?"
"inconvenient!"
"When you come to our temple, you must have some advice?"
"I'm here with a martial arts post!"
"oh!"
Master Wugou was greatly confused. There was no such person as Heart-killer on the list of people who distributed martial arts posts. Where did he start talking about this? It was inconvenient to ask questions at the moment.
Patriarch Kongkong understood the thoughts of the Shaolin leader and said on his behalf: "Do you have a martial arts certificate?"
The masked man in green raised his hand and said, "Isn't this a lie?"
"That's not what I meant, but the distribution of martial arts posts..."
"There's no such person in the budget, is there?"
"Forgive me for my words, it is indeed the case!"
"Is Nezha a person with seven arms?"
"have!"
"Seven-armed Nezha Sun Tianhua passed away ten days ago. As a close friend, I am attending on his behalf!"
"oh!"
"This is extremely rude, please sit down!"
"Just now, Your Excellency said that Yuwen Lie lost his life in Death City?"
"good!"
"Where do the tears come from?"
"The beggar gang has reported that we have arrived!"
"Oh!" The masked man in green clothes was obviously shocked. His body swayed suddenly and he said in a trembling voice, "Is this report reliable?"
Patriarch Kongkong said: "It's probably not false!"
Fan from the prison raised his hand and said, "Donor, please sit down and talk!"
"No need, master, prepare to respond!"
"What?"
"A coffin has arrived at Songshan Mountain!" The leader, the Five Tigers, the Supervisor, and the Zhike were all shocked. Master Kongkong was also horrified.
Zen Master Wugou asked in confusion: "What kind of coffin?"
"Of course it's a coffin for the dead!"
"Why are you carrying the coffin to our temple?"
"Seek revenge!"
"Who is the other party?"
"It's a big deal, and your temple may not be able to handle it!"
Fan Yixuan, who was in charge of the prison, said with an eyebrow: "Did the donor come to attend a meeting, or did he come to show his pride?"
The masked man in green clothes said coldly: "Great monk, Buddhists abstain from anger. I am giving a warning with good intentions!"
At this moment, the disciple on duty who originally reported the matter came in angrily, lowered his head and said, "Report it to the leader!"
"What's up?"
"A woman broke into the temple. No one can stop her. She has destroyed eighteen brothers. Now she has reached the mountain gate..."
There is a ban in Shaolin Temple. Women are not allowed to enter the temple. Not only is the visitor a woman, but she has also destroyed eighteen disciples. This situation is indeed quite serious.
"what else?"
"Behind the woman was a coffin carried by eight bearers, and they announced that the master would come out to greet her!"
"I know, get down!"
"I will obey the instructions of the law!" The disciple on duty bowed before retreating.
Master Wugu, the head of Shaolin, could no longer keep his composure, and with his eyes full of knowledge, he said: "Come and see if you realize it!"
"Get the instruction!" Zhike realized and hurried out.
Fan Heshi, who was in charge of the prison, said: "Disciple, please order me!"
"Disciple knows!" Monk Liao Fan also ran out after him.
Master Wugou paid attention to Wu Zhen's way: "Junior Brother Wu Zhen, please stay here to accompany us. Junior Brother Xi, please come with me!"
The masked guest in green said, "Master, if you don't mind, would you like to go out with me to meet him?"
Patriarch Kongkong also said: "Great monk, the old thief can't help it!"
Master Wugou looked troubled and said: "The two visitors are guests, I'm afraid..."
The masked man in green clothes cut off the words and said: "Master, the martial arts world has been doomed, and those who come have bad intentions, so there is no need to stick to trivial matters!"
"So please!"
The eight people filed out of the monk's hall, with Wugou taking the lead and arriving at the front yard.
A woman's roar came from outside the temple gate: "If Wu Gu doesn't come out to greet you, I'm going to be rude to you, girl!"
Then, there were several angry shouts and two muffled groans.
A middle-aged monk, with blood stains still on his mouth, staggered in and bowed to the leader Heshi: "Abbott, I know that the guest and the two masters from the supervisor have been injured, and the visitor has broken into the temple gate!"
Wu Lao's expression changed drastically. The leader, Master Wugou, pronounced the Buddha's name and said: "We will be covered in dust again, get down!"
The middle-aged monk bowed before retreating.
"Where are the disciples on duty?"
"Disciple is here!" A tiger-faced monk responded.
"Ring the bell and order all disciples of all generations to return to their posts. No one is allowed to come forward without my order!"
"Please obey the law."
The bell rang for a long time, and the whole temple was enveloped in a tense atmosphere. The guardian disciples from the mountain gate to the main hall retreated one after another.
A slender figure slowly entered the courtyard where Master Wugou and others were staying.
The person who came was dressed in black plain clothes, with a white flower on her temples, and pink cheeks as cold as ice. Behind the woman in black was a red lacquered coffin, which was carried by eight people and followed slowly.
Women entering the temple and taking coffins with them is something that has never happened before in Shaolin since the sect was founded.
Although the headmaster and the five elders are eminent monks and have mastered the art of self-cultivation, they still can't help but become excited and have sharp eyes.
The woman in black walked to the center of the courtyard, waved her hand, and lowered the coffin smoothly to the ground. Then she looked coldly at Master Wugou and said, "Master is the abbot of Shaolin?"
"Amitabha, this is the throne. The female benefactor carries the coffin and breaks into the temple. She will definitely do something!"
"certainly!"
"It is forbidden by this temple and female donors are not welcome to enter the temple..."
"But girl, I'm already here."
"Please tell me why you're here?"
"Please answer, Monk Huijue!"
The five elders of Shaolin couldn't help but hummed, their faces as heavy as lead.
Master Wugou's old face showed a slight twitch, and he said solemnly: "My master, I passed away ten years ago!"
"What, Huijue is dead?"
"The female donor must not insult her ancestors, and she must speak in a measured manner!"
"Haha, be careful. Now that Hui Jue is dead, who will bear the debt he owed?"
"debt?"
"Yes, blood debt!"
"Amitabha, can the female donor explain more clearly?"
There was a hint of murderous intent on the face of the girl in black, and she said sinisterly: "Have you ever heard Master Ling say that fifteen years ago, he used one-yuan magic power to kill a pregnant woman with his palm, killing two people in a month?"
The five elders took a few steps back in shock, inexplicably shocked.
Master Wugou, the leader of the sect, loudly announced the Buddha's name and said: "Sin! Sin! The great reputation of our ancestors is rare among the ancestors of our sect..."
"Qingyu doesn't prove that he doesn't kill people!"
"Even if there is, the person who is killed must have a way to die!"
"Has the leader ever heard of the story of one corpse and two lives in Huangshan Lingquan Gorge?"
"No!"
"Master Huiwu, don't you know?"
The faces of the five Shaolin elders changed drastically, and their eyes showed a look of extreme shock.
Master Wugou subconsciously took a big step back, and after a while he said: "Why did the female donor mention my uncle's name?"
The face of the girl in black suddenly turned sad, and she said in a cold voice: "Where is the person?"
"Died fifteen years ago!"
"How did you die?"
"This... is our private matter, and the female donor does not need to interfere."
The girl in black gritted her teeth and said, "Hui Jue Bald Donkey killed him, right?"
The five Shaolin elders Qi Qihu roared and were about to take action...
The girl in black glanced at the five elders with a sinister look, and said disdainfully: "The time has not come yet, why should the five of you be in a hurry to return to the west!"
Master Wugou raised his hand to stop the five elders and said in a shrill voice: "What is the purpose of the female donor?"
"Repay injustice for injustice, revenge for revenge, girl, I want to bloodbath the Shaolin Temple!" As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked. This sentence full of bloody meaning made people shudder.
Beads of sweat appeared on Master Wugou's forehead, his face became extremely ugly, his lips were blue and his face was pale as he said, "Who is the female donor?"
"Master Huiwu's lay name is Qiu Yuanzhi, isn't it right?"
"good!"
"My name is Qiu Wen, and I am his daughter!"
"Are you Uncle Huiwu's daughter?"
"That's right!"
"Your Majesty is..."
"Poison Guanyin Tang Qi!"
Patriarch Kongkong and the Masked Man in Tsing Yi couldn’t get into the song. It seemed like this was a secret in someone else’s sect. Of course, outsiders had no room to comment. Now when I heard the name of Poison Guanyin and Tang Qi, I couldn’t help but be surprised, “Oh!” After speaking out, Patriarch Kongkong blurted out: "A family member of the Tang family in Xichuan?"
Qiu Wen rolled her eyes at him and said: "That's right, if the poisonous family is involved, it's best for you to stay out of it."
Patriarch Kongkong was silent. Because of Yu Wenlie, he was plundered by Qiu Wen into a tomb in a mass grave ten miles outside Nanchang City. He knew her skills very well and couldn't help but feel a cold sweat for the Shaolin Temple. Qiu Wen declared that she would The bloodbath in Shaolin was not just a false threat. With her skills, there would probably be no opponent in the Shaolin sect.
But the masked man in green clothes spoke: "Miss Qiu, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Who are you looking for?"
"Which expert are you?"
"Heart-killing person!"
"never heard of that."
"That doesn't matter. There are still many things that the girl hasn't heard of!"
"Easy to say!"
"Do you want to build a bridge for Shaolin Temple?"
"That depends on the title of the song!"
Master Wugou asked: "What is the intention of the female benefactor carrying the coffin into the temple?"
Qiu Wen said bitterly: "The coffin is the remains of my late mother. I want her to watch her daughter avenge her!"
"The female donor still hasn't told the truth."
"As a Shaolin disciple, my late father violated any rules and regulations and was executed. The little girl does not intend to ask. My late mother was not a Shaolin disciple and was pregnant. She was hacked to death by Hui Jue. Shaolin must provide justice."
After Master Wugou's expression changed several times, he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Huiwu has only been a disciple for half a year. He does not abide by the laws and violates the strict laws of this temple. Therefore, I have passed down the family law to my master!"
"My late father turned against my late mother because of a misunderstanding, and became a monk in anger. Later, he found out that there was a misunderstanding and went back to explain to his late mother. This would be regarded as breaking the law and he would be executed suddenly. Is this the compassionate purpose of Buddhism?"
"I'm afraid it's not that simple?"
"What does the leader think?"
"When our master issued the law enforcement order, it must be decided by the elders. I believe it will never be rash!"
"What's the proof?"
"Back then, due to my seniority, I couldn't hear about this!"
"Strong words!"
The color of Master Wujin's face changed again.
Qiu Wen continued: "My late mother was killed, what's the explanation?"
"How old was the female donor?"
"Five years old!"
"Can a five-year-old determine the truth?"
"Someone witnessed it!"
"who?"
"Master!"
"Who is the commander?"
"No warning!"
"Female donor, how are you going to end this?"
Commissioner Qiu waved his hand to the eight bearers who were working on the coffin and said, "You can go!"
The eight bearers were obviously hired temporarily. Upon hearing this, they all left the temple.
Qiu Wen watched her husband leave and then said bitterly: "First, hand over Huijue's remains. Girl, I will ashes him in front of my late mother's body!"
The fifth elder's face was distorted and his eyes were cold. Due to the presence of his master brother and the Shaolin discipline, he did not dare to make a sudden move, but it seemed that he could no longer hold back.
Patriarch Kongkong could not help but look pale. This kind of condition is unacceptable to anyone, let alone Shaolin, which claims to be the leader of the twelve sects.
Master Wugou's expression calmed down and he said in a deep voice, "What else?"
"The head of the family should accept the training of his master and decide on his own in front of his mother's coffin!"
"Does the female donor think it can be done?"
"It must be done!"
"What if I say no?"
"The Shaolin Temple was washed with blood and the Zen Temple was set on fire!"
"The female donor is not afraid of heaven's sending?"
"The time has come, let the leader say something!"
One of the Five Elders, the Headless Master, took a step of eight feet and said in a shrill voice: "Master, please give me orders to get rid of this evildoer?"
"Junior brother, please step back?"
"Disciple is going to disobey the order!"
"No!"
Master Wuzhen looked like a madman. He pounced, using his whole life's hard work with both palms, he covered his body and struck Qiu Wen.
"Wow!" A Li Ren screamed in agony, and Master Wu Zhen spurted blood from his mouth and fell upside down two feet away. Immediately breathless.
Master Wugou's eyes turned red, and he said with grief and anger: "Amitabha, for the sake of the reputation of our sect and the teachings of our founder, this disciple is going to break the precepts!"
The other of the five, Xi Lao, did not wait for the leader's order, and all rushed into the field, each taking their position, and besieged Qiu Wen, the woman in black. The air suddenly became extremely tense, and murderous intent suddenly filled the entire temple.
The temple bell rang loudly, and Shaolin disciples from all generations came out one after another, built a heavy manned vehicle around the courtyard, and rushed wildly around the ground. The roaring sound was deafening. Xi Lao was like a tiger in the west, rushing and attacking violently. There were loud shouts and screams, and the body of the old man was lying on the ground.
All the Shaolin disciples were filled with inexplicable grief and anger, but their orders were not chaotic and they were waiting for orders to attack. Eighteen Dharma Protector disciples were lined up behind Master Wugou. The abbots of each courtyard, hall, building, and hall stood on either side of the headmaster.
Only three of the five elders are left, fighting to the death, but the dangers are everywhere and it seems that they cannot last for five more rounds.
Master Wugou shouted loudly: "Dharma comes out of the Arhat Hall formation, the three elders retreat immediately!"
At this moment, the masked man in green clothes suddenly raised his fist towards the leader and said: "Master, please take back your life."
Master Wugou raised his hand and said, "What do you think the donor has to offer?"
Dozens of figures stopped midway as the head abbot raised his hand.
The masked man in green said in a calm voice: "The head abbot has ignored the origin of the other party. The daughter of Poison Guanyin Tang Qi must be an expert in using poison. The Arhat Formation cannot trap her. The consequences of a group fight are unimaginable!"
Master Wugou was horrified.
There was another muffled groan, and one of the three remaining elders from the five elders retreated spurting blood.
The masked man in green said anxiously: "Can I please take my place first?"
"this……"
"Master, things are urgent. This is not the time to fight for fame and prestige!"
"Such a favor to the donor!"
The masked man in Tsing Yi swooped in. At the violent roll, the two elders staggered out of the circle. Qiu Wen was also shocked by the sudden and terrifying force. The masked man in green stood eight feet away, confronting Qiu Wen.
Qiu Wen said angrily: "Zhuxinren, are you going to sacrifice your life for Shaolin?"
The masked man in Tsing Yi said calmly: "I can't bear to sit back and watch Buddhism turn into a slaughterhouse. I would like to be a peacemaker and we may wish to discuss it in the long term."
"Get out of the way!"
"Girl, why do you need to push me so hard?"
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
"Girls can't be too willful."
"Are you going to get out of the way?"
"Girl, calm down!"
"I'm sorry!" The voice fell, and a palm was slashed diagonally. This palm was extremely strange, with countless changes hidden in it, and it was unpredictable.
The figures were separated at the first touch, and the masked man in green took a hard blow.
Qiu Wen's pink cheeks are more murderous. In one wrong step, he unleashed three moves, which were shockingly powerful.
The masked man in Tsing Yi also had surprisingly high skill, and easily took three more moves. The two of them immediately became inseparable. They were really matched against each other, and they met a talented person. The whole audience was dazzled and shocked.
"Stop it with me!" came the shout, which shocked everyone present and made their eardrums pierce. The pair who were fighting in the field also stopped unexpectedly.
The circle of people on the side of the Wei Tuo Hall near the temple gate split open on both sides, revealing a gap. A strange-looking white-haired old woman walked in tremblingly. Despite her old age, every step she took made the whole courtyard... The ground seemed to shake faintly, and the sound of the crutch hitting the ground seemed to strike everyone's heart, making everyone's heart tremble.
"Boom!" "Boom!" The whole place became dead silent, everyone's breathing stopped, and the blood seemed to solidify.
Qiu Wen called out sadly: "Master!"
