Candle Dragon to the left

The blood clouds did not know how to change, but the roar in the deep mountain gradually stopped, and the dust in the temple also returned to calm, no longer fluttering.

Li Xi'an opened his eyes.

someone is coming.

He didn't condense his spiritual consciousness, but simply listened. There was a sound of heavy steps, and a sound of staggering steps. There was no flow of spirit, and both of them were ordinary people.

With the sound of the gate of the temple, a man with a broad knife in his hand rushed in. The man's arm holding the knife was strong and strong, and the surging blood was accompanied by the sound of thunder.Beside the man was a woman, pale and weak, with disheveled hair on her forehead. Because of the sweat tightly sticking to her forehead and cheeks, the woman was panting heavily, obviously exhausted from the journey from outside the mountain to the temple.

The man first observed the surroundings of the ruined temple, and finally set his eyes on the dilapidated statue in the center. He was not surprised that the pottery statue of the Fazu lost both eyes. Everyone bless, keep my family safe and sound, safe and sound!"

The woman followed the man and bowed, ignoring the dust and dirt. The beautiful blue shirt and apricot yellow skirt had already lost their color, just like the woman's face.

Clouds rolled over outside the temple, and the rain poured down, soon forming a puddle of blood-colored water outside the temple.The blood-colored rain was fatal to the couple, and these raindrops could easily melt them. They broke into this temple deep in the mountain all the way, and they saw too many compatriots who died like this on the road.

The two looked at each other, and they saw joy in each other.

They escaped a catastrophe, as if they were really protected by everyone. As long as they slow down a step, their fate will melt into the rain just like the tens of thousands of people they saw before, and they will lose their lives silently and turn into a group of people. Stagnant water that no one knows about.

With a "bang", the thunder light disappeared out of the sky.

Just at this time, the roaring in the deep mountain disappeared, and everything returned to silence. In this quiet and dilapidated small temple, the man could even hear his own heartbeat clearly.But with that flash of lightning, he saw someone under the vermilion pillar in the temple!

A pitch-black figure sat and leaned against the vermilion column, calm and restrained, as if it was a statue enshrined in the temple.

He tightly held the woman next to him, and put the broadsword horizontally three inches in front of his face.

The blazing thunder light disappeared, and the temple returned to darkness.

But the man couldn't relax at all, the woman didn't come in time to see clearly, didn't understand what happened, just about to speak out was stopped by the man with his eyes.The man stabbed horizontally, sweat dripped from his forehead, flowed over his resolute cheeks, gathered on his chin, and finally rolled down into the accumulated dust on the floor, becoming a black spot.Everything was silent, but the man felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at him everywhere in this temple!
This is his intuition from many years of martial arts practice, like seeing tigers and wolves in the jungle, the sense of terror that silently trails behind him all the way.

The sweat rolled, and another drop fell, and the place where it fell coincided with the first drop.

He didn't move a bit.

For a long time, a long time, until a whisper came from the dark place.

"Your name."

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Li Xi'an looked at the busy man, his pupils were lit by the flames.

He moved his gaze quietly, and glanced at the palm of his hand, where the dark lines of the law spread, just as he was talking to Li Chengqi, calling for the immortals to eat.The last time it spread was when he fell to the ground, revealed his real body, burned the remaining blood with divine fire, and dealt with all the creatures who witnessed his fall.

This was not a good sign. The power of the law was attached to him, and it became more and more obvious as the spirit moved.It was predictable that when the pattern of the law evolved and grew into an extremely conspicuous cursor, it kept beating in the eyes of the owner of the law.

I'm afraid the movement of the spirit has to be restricted, Li Xi'an doesn't want to be targeted by an ancient sage.

Surrounding a small bonfire raised in the temple, the man took out a leg of lamb marinated behind his back and put it on the grill, while the woman sat virtuously on the side to help manage the fire.

The man's name is Sun She, the heir of the Sun family's Eight-Horizontal Sword. He has practiced martial arts so far, but he has neither psychic nor hopeful. He opened a martial arts gym in a town and makes a living by teaching martial arts and hunting.His wife, Wu Shi, was pregnant for more than three months, and the two of them took refuge from the north of this Black Rock Mountain.According to Sun She, the blood rained down on the sky, and the common people died when they touched it. They even witnessed the scene of monks in the sky being forcibly melted into bones when they resisted with sacrificial vessels.

They have been lucky along the way.

At the edge of the mountains, they also encountered bandits. These evildoers set up checkpoints on the mountain roads and set up camps. Some of the people who fled from the town to seek refuge died in the hands of the bandits. Searching other people's property is not enough, they want to kill people For fun, rape women.The broad knife in the man's hand was stained with the blood of these thieves, and he stepped into this remote mountain to avoid the search of the thieves.

"These thieves!" The man yelled angrily, "When there is chaos, they will do evil. How many villagers and elders have their money stolen and their lives murdered in the valley! If you give me some time, I will... hiss..."

Suddenly, the man's words froze, blood seeped from the white cloth on his chest, and he gasped in pain.

The woman hurried over and lifted the gauze on the man's chest, revealing three hideous scars, the surroundings had turned black and purple, and the half-broken ribs could be seen clearly in the center of the wound.The woman gently put down the gauze, took it to the side and poured out a small bottle of medicinal wine to wash it. For a while, the strong smell of medicine and blood mixed together, covering up the meaty smell of the leg of lamb.

The man looked at Li Xi'an in embarrassment, scratched his head and said: "After all, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. When Sun was protecting his wife and leaving, he was plotted against by the villain, and he was wounded a few times."

"No problem." Li Xi'an replied, his voice was hoarse and low, like an elderly man.

The face is hidden under the dark star veil, but at this moment the star veil no longer conveys the magnificence of the starry sky, and becomes dull, just like an ordinary dark coat.

The man regards him as an elder with deep internal strength who lives here in seclusion.

There was indeed an abbot of this temple before, who was a bit of a Taoist, and he did not care about world affairs. He worshiped the statue of the Fazu and recited the legalist documents day and night.Li Xi'an knew that the former abbot of this temple was an extremely palace emperor of the Legalist family. He retired from the orthodoxy, learned that the statue of the Fazu was raised, and rushed to the Legalist after the orthodoxy was broken. Afterwards, he died. In the hands of the ancestor of Legalism who he chanted day and night.

Ordinary people who don't know how to practice orthodoxy think that there are masters in the temple, who don't eat or sleep, and don't fear the beasts in the mountains.

In the eyes of men, Li Xi'an is the host. They are people who are staying overnight and taking refuge, so they naturally have to lower their stance, not to mention that although they don't know the depth of the Taoism of the host in the temple, but from the scene under the thunder, one can see the leopard in the tube, Knowing that Li Xi'an's morality is terrible.

"Our husband and wife may attract those thieves. Sun will stay here for one night and leave at dawn tomorrow. I will never disturb your old peace, and I hope you will be happy!" The man clasped his fists.

"This rain of blood didn't come from other places, it came from here. You can't go anywhere, just stay here." Li Xi'an didn't raise his head, he knew that the rain of blood came from the depths of the mountains In the Shinichi fight, one side died out, and this bloody rain was not caused by a few small things from other places that happened occasionally.

The man showed a look of embarrassment, "As a martial arts practitioner, I can't cause you any trouble because of my grievances."

"Don't understand?" Li Xi'an said in a low voice.

The man looks down.

"This rain of blood lasted at least dozens of days. You can't leave, and the thieves you mentioned can't come up. Besides, it only takes a few days of heavy rain to wash away the traces of your walk, let alone dozens of days. Without traces, the thieves may not be able to turn over the whole mountain again?"

"That's it!" The man's eyes suddenly lit up, but he quickly lowered his face, lowered his head, and saluted Li Xi'an respectfully.

The implication of this old senior is to take them in these days. In this troubled world, how can he not be grateful for being so lucky?

In dozens of days, his injuries will probably heal. Even if the thieves find him by then, he will still have the power to fight and protect his wife and children.