Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 258 The Bald Deer and the Lightless Shadow
The boy in red, Bai Xiu, returned to Xiaoshan, thinking about the competition with the black bird all the way. He could not stop recalling how exciting it was.

Suddenly, bursts of bells and Buddha chants came continuously.

"It's strange, how come there are people ringing bells and chanting sutras in Xiaoshan?"

Searching for the sound in hundreds of jagged hills, the shadows of the trees faded, only the sound could be heard, but no human figure could be seen.

Wandering and wandering, back and forth again and again.

After several turns, the mountain ghost finally saw a monk with antlers on his head ringing a bell on the edge of the cliff.

"The six consciousnesses are planted with Bodhi, the six mirrors are on the stand, the six paths of causes and conditions are opened, and the six homes are dust."

The mountain ghost walked up to him and said, "Bald donkey, no, it's a bald deer."

The monk kept holding the hammer in his hand, but he replied warmly: "Donor, you are wrong, I am not bald."

"Whatever, monks are all considered bald, what are you doing?"

"Ring the bell."

The mountain ghost was very smart and immediately questioned him using Zen principles: "You should not use the end of the tree to hit the main body of the tree."

"In your opinion, what is the beginning and what is the end?"

"Nonsense, the first one is of course the root, and the last one is naturally the last one. The grain of your mallet is closely arranged, obviously it is the end of the tree, and the bell's grain is rough and light in color, which is a characteristic of small trees."

Monk Lujiao still said slowly: "What comes first and what comes after comes from the same tree. Although one is exerting force and the other is receiving force, when they hit each other, both of them are injured. Although they are different in appearance, they are originally one body, why should we do it? What about hurting each other?”

Although the mountain ghost is smart, his patience is limited: "I can't understand these boring things you say."

"I don't know the true face of Lingshan, just because I am in this mountain."

"Hmph, you've said so much, it's time for me to tell you a story."

"Appreciate further details."

It was rare for the mountain ghost to have someone to talk to, so he started talking: "A long time ago, don't ask how long, I can't remember clearly... When I was hunting, a white deer ran into my forest and interrupted me. My game."

"and after?"

"The white deer asked me to let go of the tiger I was chasing, saying that it would be willing to compensate and become my prey. Later, for some reason, I became friends with it, until one day, the white deer suddenly disappeared and turned into an old man. bald."

"A deer turning into a human sounds very interesting."

The mountain ghost was angry: "On the contrary, that old bald man was too boring. He said things all day long that I didn't understand and didn't want to hear. In the end, I killed him."

After saying this, the Gui Gui Ling in the mountain ghost's hand slowly changed into the shape of a knife.

Step by step, he approached the monk who was ringing the bell.

"You know? It's been so long that I can't remember that old bald man's face, but I remember the smell of him clearly, it's the smell of you right now!"

The person from the past reappeared, but the mountain ghost didn't want to hear or see him again, so he slashed at the monk with his knife.

Unexpectedly, the monk turned into a puff of smoke and appeared behind him.

"Are you willing to fight back?"

"Oh, I can only give you a good beating."

I saw the mallet in the antlers monk's hand suddenly flashed and turned into a long staff, Fixing Light Thoreau.

The monk's martial arts skills are amazing. With one pick, one hanging, one piercing, and one twist, he can turn the rainbow into a thousand turns, which makes the mountain ghost inexplicably anxious.

"Ah~ah!"

The swords and sticks were going back and forth fiercely, and the sound of the sword was like thunder and drums, and each sound struck the mountain ghost's heart.

Shangui slashed several times to no avail. Just as he was about to use his ultimate move, the Buddha's staff suddenly hit him on the head.

boom.

"It hurts!"

Bang bang bang, the constant beating gave the mountain ghost a splitting headache, and he couldn't even hold the knife firmly in his hand.

Every blow is like a flash of inspiration, every blow is like the ups and downs of the past.

Just when Shangui was facing collapse, Monk Lujiao stopped and said: "Spirit of Xiaoshan, people can bear to lose everything, but they cannot bear to lose themselves. One day, you will move towards your destiny."

The mountain ghost was dissatisfied and scolded: "What destiny! I decide my own path, don't bother me!"

After saying this, there was an unexpected knife blow, and the Gui Gui Order penetrated deeply into the monk's heart, and the blood dripped down, staining the dust and soil.

After receiving this fatal blow, the holy light emanated from Monk Lujiao's body, and then scattered bits and pieces: "Baixiu Jingxun, you have to go to the place of destiny step by step, I will wait for you there."

The mountain ghost laughed crazily: "Lao Lubald, I will kill you again. If you bother me again, I will kill you again, hahahahahaha!"

The deer-antlered monk held Dingguang Thoreau in his hand. Although he left Xiaoshan, he did not return to the Palace of Destiny. Instead, he walked step by step towards the Sea of ​​Swords.

At this moment in the sword discussion, Ji Xiazhang was reading the sword manuals submitted by some players.

He will look over these sword manuals once, make three more copies, and hand them over to the three judges when the competition officially begins.

The Shepherd stood by the window, staring at the bright mountain moon.

The moonlight in the Sword Sea is naturally not as good as in the Tianjiang. For some reason, the Shepherd deeply misses the moon in the Tianjiang, the wind in the Tianjiang, and the wine in the Tianjiang.

Are they okay, old ghost?
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable surge of spiritual energy in the air.

Although the God of Shepherd is a human being, he has accepted the power of faith from the people of Tianjiang and obtained the Qi of the King of Purple Zhi. His body has actually become spiritualized and his perception of spiritual energy is particularly keen.

"Jixia Shang, something special has come in from Lunjianhai."

"Ok?"

Ji Xia Zhang quickly came to the window and glanced around, but didn't see any movement.

"Going to the lake, follow the past." Lunjianhai, like Tiandu, has a lake. The difference is that this lake is not blue like the West Sea, but glows with blood-red light all year round.

Huan Zheng Xiuya said that all the swords buried in this lake were broken swords, broken swords, useless swords, abandoned swords... Because there were too many swords, there was a huge resentment of the swords.

The resentment caused all the blood marks remaining on the swords to dissolve into the water, so the lake turned into a sea of ​​blood.

The Shepherd brought Jixia Shang to the lake.

The lake water fluctuated gently as usual, the blood color remained the same, and the depth was bottomless.

"That spiritual energy entered the water."

"We have explored all areas of the Sword Sea, but we have never been to this Sword Sea. Why don't you let me explore it now."

The Shepherd stopped Ji Xia's cup and said, "It's harder to find spiritual energy in water, so let me go down."

"Thank you, Shepherd, please be more careful."

The Shepherd nodded, jumped into the lake, separated the waves with his hands, and slowly moved towards the place where the spiritual energy was.

Sure enough, tens of millions of swords were buried in this water area. The grievances of countless swords screamed and entangled, forming rope-like tentacles at the bottom of the lake, like a bloody forest.

The further down he went, the heavier the resentment became, and the strong smell of blood made it difficult for the Shepherd to breathe.

He swam toward the aura of resentment.

Among the densely packed broken swords, there was a red bodhi tree growing, and that little spiritual light was attached to the bodhi tree.

"How could there be trees growing at the bottom of the lake?"

The faun swam to the Bodhi tree and reached out to touch the leaves. It was indeed a living tree. He could feel the breath of life in the tree.

Swimming around the tree, the tree is still a tree, the sword is still a sword, nothing changes.

Unable to find out what happened, the faun had no choice but to return to the shore.

After he left, the spiritual light on the Bodhi tree gradually appeared like an antlered monk.

A helpless voice came from the tree: "You kidnapped me, and you want to kidnap my brother again?"

"Hey, your brother's life will naturally follow his brother's spirit and destiny."

"The man who came down just now is full of spiritual energy and has a deep foundation. Why don't you enlighten him? I believe that this man's ability far exceeds that of my brother."

The monk smiled slightly: "He is also in my chance."

While the deer-antlered monk was wandering around, another man was also wandering in the lonely forest.

Thrill, thump, the sound of horseshoes, the swaying fire, and the swaying shadows look so lonely and weird under the moonlight.

Suddenly, a shrill cry for help came from the forest: "Help! The monster is going to eat people!"

The man on the horse turned his horse's head and headed towards the source of the sound.

Several monsters who were pulling Qin Jiaxian and Ji Pong'er to prepare for a feast saw someone coming and immediately shouted: "Who are you? Mind your own business."

The only answer to them was a cold poem:

"Three hoofbeats sound, and a person loses three lives. The hoofbeats make countless noises, and a person loses his life three times."

The familiar poem number made several monsters scream:

"It means Tai Sui!"

"Tai Sui is here, run!"

"Go away!"

This group of monsters didn't care to take a second look. They either turned into smoke or burrowed into the ground, and fled as fast as possible.

Qin Jiaxian saved his life and became curious again: "Tai Sui? When did such a famous person appear in the world?"

Clop, clap, the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, leaving Qin Jiaxian behind.

"My benefactor~"

"Uncle Qin, everyone has gone away, what are you still looking at?"

"I look at the shoes on that man's feet and his shadow."

"What's wrong with the shoes and Shadow?"

Qin Jiaoxian patted Ji Pong'er's head: "Those shoes seem to be the jade shoes that Zhizhi Gugu lost, and his shadow can actually shine in the dark!"

Luo Hou naturally didn't know that Tai Sui had rescued Qin Jiaxian from the demon. He was thinking about the second task that he had recently conveyed.

A long time ago, it was said that Tai Sui was ordered by the Hell King of Forest Prison to come to a miserable state. Unexpectedly, he was tricked by Daozhen Zhai Chalcedony, and he was possessed by Taoist magic. He was trapped in the shadow sand and gradually petrified, and then floated to the center of the earth with the underground quicksand.

It is said that Tai Sui survived the catastrophe, but instead possessed the power of shadow fire.

As long as Time City obtains Tai Sui's shadow fire, it can activate the sundial again, but the city lord asks Luo Hou to go underground to get the sun's fire.

The so-called sun under the ground is naturally the black moon in the Black Sea Prison, and the fire is also the energy of the black moon.

While conveying the mission, Moji brought a palm-sized torch. As long as this torch is placed on the black moon, the fire can be taken away and it will not burn out halfway.

The Time City Lord has changed the script, what is the purpose?

Luo Hou used the excuse that his body was damaged and asked the most time to bring a message to the Lord of Time and Su Huanzhen. He needed two months.

The Zaohai Tuala Formation was broken, the Three Lights reappeared, and life and death continued to rotate in order. As for the affairs of Time City, Luo Hou was not that concerned.

Recuperating from injuries is important, and nothing else should be discussed before the body is restored.

(End of this chapter)