I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Inside Silent Hill, in the deepest part of the foggy space.

The thick white fog left a large open space here, with carved beams and painted buildings, yellow flags and prayer streamers, green vines, tender wild flowers, blue-black stone bricks covering the ground in square shapes, and gray-white stone strips stacked into steps inside and outside the door.

Several large halls with gold-colored glazed roofs are surrounded by a courtyard in the middle, which is covered with colorful pigments, carefully depicting flowers, golden wheels, flames, springs, conches, drums, pipa, celestial maidens, white elephants, and buffaloes. The four corners of the courtyard are filled with gold, silver, agate and precious stones.

Although there are no patterns of Buddha or Bodhisattva, this place gives people a deep and splendid feeling of religious mythology, which is sacred, beautiful and desirable.

The Yaksha Demon Mother had her hair in a high bun, with a silk lining inside and several layers of brocade clothes outside, which were loose and luxurious. She was meditating in the middle of the courtyard.

The left half of her face was stunningly beautiful, with delicate skin and a thin silver chain and small green leaf earring hanging from her left ear. The right half of her face was dark and rough, with swollen cheeks and a horn-like tumor on her forehead. A large gold ring hung on her pointed right ear, and she still retained the original appearance of a Yaksha demon.

However, ever since her plans for great things came to fruition and she has been living in Silent Ridge of Huashan, her skills have become more profound, the essence of her magic has increased day by day, she is in a good mood, often smiling, and has a kind temperament.

Even with this half-human, half-ghost appearance, it doesn't look that scary.

The white-clothed figures hiding in the halls on all sides were very familiar with the Yaksha Demon Mother. They could see that her mood today was much worse than usual. Although she was not obviously angry, she was very solemn.

"What on earth was going on with the strange movement of the Xiyue Demon God?"

The Yaksha Ghost Mother repeatedly recalled that abnormal fluctuation and tried to communicate with it in her heart, but she could not find any result. Suddenly, the golden ring on her right ear shook, causing her to open her eyes with a cold light in her eyes.

She knew all about the number of evil monsters that accompanied the fog in the Huashan area, and she could sense whether they had diminished or not.

Over the past three years, in addition to the personnel specially dispatched by the Five Mountains Sword Sect to investigate and some self-proclaimed white-collar heroes, there have also been gangs that came to seek revenge for friends and relatives who died in the tragedy three years ago, or underworld organizations that tried to capture evil spirits and monsters, calling on their friends and entering Huashan.

Although evil spirits are scary, they are also rare and precious materials for refining magic in the world. Many evil skills must be practiced with the help of evil spirits in order to make rapid progress.

Among the 360 ​​professions, those objects passed down from ancestors through sacrifices and refining, if often used to subdue the corresponding types of evil spirits, can also be more nourished and become more magical.

Over the years, these people have also caused many casualties among the evil spirits in the Huashan area, but their casualties are often more severe, and few can escape with their lives.

The power of the demon is inexhaustible, and with these fresh sacrificial materials available, he can create new evil spirits in large numbers.

Although the total number of evil spirits in Mount Huashan has occasionally fluctuated, it has been increasing overall and the growth is encouraging.

Just a moment ago, hundreds of evil spirits suddenly lost their senses, and the blood lotus and sword-wielding evil spirit that was successfully created by a few masters was also seriously injured.

"The fact that he was able to kill so quickly, could it be related to the unusual movements of the Xiyue Demon God?"

The Yaksha Demon Mother took off the golden ring on her right ear and threw it into the air. The golden ring swelled up in the wind and turned into a three-foot-sized round mirror.

The mirror showed the scenery of Mount Huashan. Even though the fog interfered with the Ghost Mother's magic to a certain extent, the scene within five or six miles could still be seen clearly.

The Giant Spirit Temple was locked in the blink of an eye, and the bloody battle scene at the main entrance was magnified.

The figures of several people inside the shrine were also exposed on the mirror.

Su Hanshan remained calm, and with his left hand hanging on his knees, he made a preaching seal, and the four phases of the Great Compassion Seal of "observation, concentration, transformation, and extinction" rotated. With a formless heart, he looked directly at the essence of everyone inside the Giant Spirit Temple, and then from the essence, he created an illusion outward.

"The old woman with the lamp wick, the ghost carpenter, and a few handymen and wizards..."

The Yaksha Ghost Mother saw clearly the treasures in these people's hands and the origins of their cultivation.

The ghost carpenter was worth a second look, and Master Ge was worth two more glances. She could see that this master was practicing witchcraft, using the evil blood as a guide to create a curse and suppress the power of the evil spirits.

After another sense, it was found that the evil spirits that rushed to the hill where the Giant Spirit Temple was located had their strength suppressed to varying degrees.

No wonder these guys killed so easily and quickly.

This kind of witchcraft and curse technique cleverly responds to the power of overcoming objects and is in perfect harmony with the rhythm. The effect it produces is obviously beyond the power that Master Ge's own cultivation should have. Looking around the world, he is probably the best in this field.

However, his own cultivation is not enough, and it is meaningless to face the strong ones who have cultivated into the realm of ghosts and gods.

The Yaksha Demon Mother made a judgment.

"Oh? There is another heir of the Five Absolutes Society and a dead survivor of the Huashan Sect?!"

The Yaksha Ghost Mother's gaze fell on Su Hanshan and Lin Shusheng. She stared at them deeply for a moment, and felt that one of them had the aura of the Xiyue Seal, and the other had mastered the essence of Huashan swordsmanship.

She was not surprised but happy.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is, they are the descendants of these two lineages, no wonder they caused some unusual movements in the Demon God of Xiyue!"

The Yaksha Demon Mother figured out the whole story and got rid of the worry in her heart. She felt happy again, relaxed, and thought calmly.

"Two of them have cultivated spiritual light, and a few have cultivated primordial spirit. Even if I have countermeasures in my hands, it is not a problem for me to take action to subdue them. But they are rare talents. It is a pity to kill them and make materials like this."

"We can use them to make the demon bleed!"

The Yaksha Demon Mother chuckled, turned her head, and chose the most capable one among her subordinates kept in the surrounding palaces.

"Xiao Qian, a group of evil guests have come to the Giant Spirit Temple on the opposite hill and are destroying grandma's property. This is an unforgivable crime. Go and get rid of them."

Nie Xiaoqian had light eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and skin as white as cream. The ribbon in her hair and the dress she wore were all as white as silk, floating in the air. She did not answer, but just bowed and floated out.

She left the foggy space and appeared on the surface of Silent Hill, looking straight towards the Giant Shrine.

Under the influence of the fog, the Yaksha Demon Mother had to use magic to be able to spy over such a long distance.

Nie Xiaoqian's eyesight seemed to be unaffected by anything, and she could see directly the scene in the Giant Spirit Temple.

The seven brothers who were the masters of the Yangzhai work, although they were uneasy and had many evil thoughts, they attached great importance to their promises. Once they agreed to come here to start the work, they put their best efforts. Sweat was already showing on their foreheads and necks. Their rough hands were moving the objects and shifting them from time to time, coordinating with the terrain of the entire Giant Spirit Temple to ensure that the evil spirits from outside could only enter through the main gate.

Grandma Dengcao held the lamp in one hand and gently fanned the flame with the other. Sparks would fly out and turn into circles of light, and blood shadows would fly in and add lamp oil.

She was very nervous, breathing slightly, and the wrinkles on her face, which were as numerous as orange peel, seemed to be stretched out.

But what supported her in this battle was a tender love.

Granny Dengcao was old enough to retire and take charge of the business. The most famous person was her eldest disciple.

Two years ago, the newly crowned number one scholar wanted to hold a grand water and land ceremony to commemorate his late parents. All the ministers in the court came in person, and many of the disciples and apprentices in the lamp-adding business went to work and stayed up late to light the lamps.

However, an evil spirit occurred during the ritual, and although it was finally quelled, a lot of damage was still left.

All of Granny Dengcao's disciples were harmed and possessed by evil spirits. After returning, they often vomited black water, fell into a coma, and became increasingly thin. Most of them no longer looked like human beings.

Granny Dengcao tried many ways but couldn't crack it.

Until a while ago, Master Lin, a "debt collector" who had become famous in the underworld, found her.

Not many people know the specific origins of Young Master Lin, but everyone guesses that he has a powerful backer. Once he appears in the world, he brings tokens from the elders of various sects, brings up old matters, and goes to collect debts.

To have so many tokens and collect so many debts, yet he is still alive, can be said to be omnipotent.

Granny Dengcao was determined to try every possible means and followed Master Lin's method, using the things he gave her and arranging the situation for 49 days, and she actually managed to save many of his disciples.

After burying a few unfortunate disciples, Granny Dengcao followed him to Huashan without hesitation.

She came for gratitude and fought for the tender affection she had for her disciples.

The ghost carpenter, Old Man Yuan, stood closest to the threshold and sometimes rushed out of it.

Among these people, he fought the fiercest and had the purest heart.

The world is not peaceful. Good people are not necessarily good, and bad people are not necessarily bad. Everyone has their own schemes, and everyone may have their own difficulties, be coerced, or be forced to do things against their will. The executioner never asks about good or evil because it is impossible to tell clearly.

There are too many executioners, and they become confused and muddle-headed after doing too much work. Old man Yuan is an exception. The more money he gets, the more guilty he feels.

But there are still evil things in this world.

It is hard to tell what the thoughts of humans, demons, ghosts and monsters are. Only evil spirits are completely evil!

When evil spirits are born, they may use the body of the deceased, but their existence has nothing to do with how the deceased was in life. They are just desecrating the body of the deceased.

They are completely non-human, non-intelligent, and non-good. Killing them is equivalent to saving people.

Nie Xiaoqian had a cool demeanor, but there were slight ripples in her eyes.

Those who are willing to go into danger and fight to the death for commitment, tenderness, and a clear conscience are all precious and beautiful people.

However, she has seen too many people die since she was a child. No matter whether it was ugly or beautiful, they would die unwillingly in the end. After death, everything would be meaningless.

"Xiaoqian!"

The voice of the Yaksha Demon Mother sounded in my ears again.

Nie Xiaoqian lowered her eyes, blinked, and was pushed up by the mist, floating towards the Giant Spirit Temple.

Those blood lotus buds and sword-wielding evil spirits were originally like a passing visitor, moving back and forth in front of the main gate of the shrine, engaging in a round-the-clock battle.

At this moment, they all suddenly retreated into the fog and stood on both sides. The two closest to the shrine were three feet away from the main gate.

The blood lotus-like balls of flesh leaned forward as if they were kneeling.

Old Man Yuan and the others were extremely alert. They looked up and saw a snow-white figure in the fog, being greeted by the evil spirits on their knees.

Compared to many strange and bizarre evil spirits, this woman in white had nothing unusual about her except that she had an expressionless face and her eyes were unusually wide.

But because of this, Old Man Yuan and the others felt even more pressure and were sweating profusely. They looked at each other and decided that the light of the old lady was the most suitable for testing.

The old woman flicked her finger, and a spark flew out and landed on the snow-white figure.

The spark was still three feet away from Nie Xiaoqian when it was suddenly stopped by a figure.

Granny Dengcao and the others concentrated their attention, but no one could tell how that figure appeared.

He was a strange man who was nine feet tall, but had an extremely slender body, a thin waist and ape arms. He had no clothes on his upper body and wore loose trousers on his lower body.

He wore a strange mask on his head with sharp edges on the top and spikes on his face that extended forward for a long distance.

It looked like a crow mask made of rusty iron, with extremely rough workmanship and every outline being almost a straight line.

This mask alone is probably equivalent to half the weight of this monster.

A spark from the lamp wick fell on the skin of the monster's chest. There was a crackling sound and green smoke came out. It seemed that there was a very brief burn, but it healed so quickly that people couldn't be sure whether there was any injury at all.

"Thousands of people killed?!"

Old man Yuan looked surprised.

Executioners deal with too many dead people, and their murderous aura can easily attract evil spirits. Any executioner who has killed thousands of people will either put down his knife and stop doing this, or use strange techniques to avoid disaster.

Crows are messengers of death that follow the laws of nature. Although they announce death, they are rarely tainted with resentment or evil spirits. Many people who practice evil arts use crows as protective substitutes to prevent evil spirits from invading themselves, thus turning crows into evil creatures.

The executioners who kill thousands of people also have a method of making crow masks. They wear the masks to the execution ground, covering their heads and faces. Before leaving the scene, they will leave the masks at the execution ground to prevent themselves from being targeted by evil spirits.

Over time, this crow mask became known as the "Thousand-Man Killer."

The pointed-headed monster was indeed holding a knife in his hand. The knife was longer than his body, wider than his waist, and the back of the knife was thicker than his wrist.

The pitch-black spine of the knife and the dull white blade were covered with rusty red bloodstains.

He walked forward holding the knife, very slowly and with small steps, just like a butcher taking a stroll after a meal. He was about three or four feet away from the gate of the shrine, which was enough time for him to walk more than ten steps.

Although I don't know whether it is a bluff or some kind of law followed by this evil spirit.

But since he walked slowly, Old Man Yuan and others took the opportunity to attack.

Among the seven brothers of Yangzhai, the third brother shook his hand and produced an iron spike made of hemp rope. This iron spike was hung vertically on the ground and was used to measure whether the wall was standing straight.

As an object that wards off evil in a house, any evil spirit that walks upright will stand still, adjust its body shape, straighten its back, and try to keep itself perpendicular to the ground after being hit by this iron spike.

The pointed-headed monster didn't dodge at all and was hit by the iron spike, and his body paused.

Granny Dengcao clenched her fingers into a circle and pushed with all her strength. Most of the bean-sized flame was pushed out by her and turned into a yellow flame moth in the air. It flew towards the chest of the monster and tried to bite it.

Old man Yuan's ghost-head knife made a series of slashes. The moment he started, there were three completely different knife styles and knife intents. One knife light broke through the air without leaving a trace, one knife light split the ground, and one knife light was wrapped in flames and slashed horizontally.

The pointed-headed monster's neck, waist, and right foot were hit by the three knives, and blood spurted out of them. A bloody hole was also made on his chest by the moth.

But he still took a step forward without any pause, and swung the big knife in his right hand and chopped forward.

An extremely simple vertical chop!
As a leading figure in the executioner business, Old Man Yuan inherited the knife skills that he summarized from the industry.

Compared with the vast majority of sword-wielding sects in the martial arts world, his sword is concise enough, with only five moves in total.

Moon-breaking Wave, Earth-splitting Strike, True Flame Slash, Scorching Sky Evil, and Demons' Woe.

This is also from a practical point of view.

Since ancient times, prisoners who were taken to the execution ground were not just those who were tied up tightly and lay there waiting to die.

There were also those who knew magic and could temporarily create a substitute, or escape by borrowing the blood of the unfortunate person nearby; there were also those who knew supernatural powers and could make a breakthrough on the spot, greatly increasing their power, or burst out their power with forbidden techniques; there were also those who ran to rob the execution ground, with swords and hidden weapons flying everywhere, and they would kill the executioner with ease.

Sometimes, evil spirits would appear on the execution ground. When a knife chopped off a person, the head would be separated from the body, but the head would stick to the knife and bite the executioner. This kind of thing was not uncommon.

The executioner classified the various situations that might be encountered into five categories, and dealt with each one with a different knife technique. It can be said that he struck a most delicate balance between simplicity and practicality.

One more move would make it messy; one less move would make it simple.

However, this pointy-headed monster seemed to be able to deal with any situation with just one move: vertical chop.

No matter resistance, robbery, escape, illusion, or evil spirit, with all the thousands of schools and tens of millions of techniques in the world, this one knife can hit the vital point.

The whole world is left with nothing, cut it off with one stroke!

boom! ! !
The main hall of the Giant Spirit Temple suddenly cracked open with a loud bang and tilted to both sides.

The golden crown on the giant statue on the altar was cracked, and straight rust-red cracks spread from the forehead to the chest.

The reed mat attached to the roof suddenly rolled up into a bundle and fell down at a high speed.

Lao Qi, the chief worker of the Yangzhai, hurriedly wanted to rush out to catch it, but he saw Su Hanshan stretched out his hand and grabbed the bundle of mats first.

Although Su Hanshan was sitting, when he stretched out his hand, the mat in the air seemed to turn a corner and automatically flew towards his hand. When it hit his palm, Lao Qi was still more than ten feet away.

The mat clearly hit Su Hanshan's hand. Old Seven only suffered a slight aftermath and fell downwards. The bricks and stones under his feet shattered and cracked. With a bang, he sank into the ground below his knees, with a look of horror on his face.

The oil lamp of Grandma Dengcao was suppressed by the knife wind. It flashed twice in succession, and then went out completely with a puff. The figure also became half a head shorter and sank into the ground.

Scholar Lin suddenly stood up and stood in front of Master Ge. It was as if a strong wind hit him, causing his hair to flutter and his clothes to fly.

Old man Yuan, who was closest to the pointy-headed monster, was still standing.

The old man had one foot on the strongest iron threshold of a house, which had been completely sunk into the ground. His boots were cracked, his clothes were torn in countless pieces, his face was flushed red, and veins on his head were throbbing.

He held the ghost-headed sword horizontally to block the blade of the pointed-headed monster's sword.

But the blade of the demon-head sword was also half embedded in it by the thick machete.

"drink!"

Old man Yuan roared, and his aura surged. Facing the previous knife attack, he unexpectedly broke through the bottleneck in his cultivation, and finally took a step forward and cultivated his own spiritual light.

The executioner's five sword techniques showed a tendency to merge into one in him.

Although his knife was horizontal and the knife on the opposite side was vertical, the two knives now had a surprisingly similar temperament.

However, just as his aura surged, the aura of the pointed-headed monster also surged.

The entire crow mask exuded a rough blood-red light from the inside out, and the big monster's wound was seeping with dark yet shiny demonic energy.

When such a thin wisp of demonic energy happened to touch the ghost-head knife, a noticeable spark burst out, causing Old Man Yuan's body to shorten.

Clang clang clang clang! ! ! !

The sound of metal clashing made all metal and iron objects in the entire Huashan area echo. The tiny collision sounds, although obviously just sound waves, seemed to flow and all gathered on the mountain top that was not covered by fog.

Su Hanshan glanced downwards and saw that the Xiyue Demon God was emitting an endless stream of immortal demonic energy from the gap in the seal, all of which was directly infused into the white-clothed woman in mid-air.

When the woman in white got hold of this evil spirit, the pointed-headed monster's combat power immediately skyrocketed.

The flow between the three was completely captured by Su Hanshan. In the depths of his eyes, he made reverse and forward deductions, deciphered all the subtle details, and calculated various possible developments.

"The mist is like your servant, and this monster is your creation!"

Scholar Lin's eyes were filled with blood-red threads, revealing overwhelming hatred. His lips trembled slightly, and he raised his hand and pulled it out. A pitch-black iron sword emerged from his body.

"For the past three years, you have been stealing the power of the Xiyue Demon God. Three years ago, you were the one who wiped out the entire Huashan clan!"

The iron sword stabbed out silently.

Not only was the iron sword itself silent, but also when the sword was thrust out, all the sounds that flowed to the top of the mountain of the Giant Spirit Temple came to an abrupt stop.

The same silence, but different from the silence caused by fog. The silence in the fog is the nothingness of life and the coming of death.

This sword is meant to hit the nail on the head, stop the war, stop death, and enjoy the quiet beauty of life.

The flawless sword was also found to have a flaw by this sword.

A sword touched the tip of the knife, as if hitting a vital point. The figure of the pointed-headed monster slid back, and the huge machete was dragged away from the ghost-head knife, leaving a streak of blood-red flames.

Granny Dengcao sighed softly, he was indeed a disciple of Huashan, so Mr. Lin, he was probably Mr. Ning.

But even among the Huashan Ning family, no one has mastered this sword technique for many years.

The sword technique that was created under the direct guidance of Dugu Sword Saint is a fusion of the hard work of the Sword Saint and Tianyin Zhenren, the founder of Huashan Sect.

The three great swords of Huashan, the sword of wisdom pacifies all directions!
"Huashan's disciple, Ning Caichen."

Ning Caichen's eyes were bloodshot, and the sword in his hand was pointed at the woman in white in the air.

"Tell me, who are you?!"

(End of this chapter)