Abyss Express

Foreword:

I remember when I was flying on the grass, wearing iron clothes and monk clothes.

——Huang Chao

[Part①·Ru Meng Ling]

Rows of low stools were surrounded by rows of low stools in the sacrificial hall at the Huotang in Shanzhen. Wu Xiuwen was in a daze and limped to the stone statue of the Blood Jade Bodhisattva Guanyin. He already looked like he was dead.

After the death of the Buddhist sculptor, the soul power of the [Merit Box] also gradually lost its power. There was originally a penetrating wound in his abdomen, but the Earth God used a little trick to turn the flesh and blood scar into a rock fragment.

But now that the rock fragments were gradually collapsing and destroying, his stomach began to bleed. After a while, he saw the rotten intestines protruding, and the same was true for the crack on his head——

——Xiu Wenqing, it seems that he will not survive.

The severe pain made it difficult for him to think, and the clever boy's brain was not smart enough to be used. Relying only on his will to survive, he came to the Blood Jade Guanyin Bodhisattva and wanted to get some fairy honey to save himself. This distance of seven to eight hundred steps determined his life and death.

When Wu Xiuwen first left the pasture and ran away from the Buddhist carver, he immediately regretted it - why did he give the last bit of fairy honey in his body to the poor people who had lost their limbs in the jar?

He didn't understand, didn't understand his choice, maybe he was crazy at the time.

With such a little kindness and kindness, he must be sent to the underworld and kicked into a quagmire where life is worse than death. Only by walking this long way and going around Black Wind Town can he survive.

What's the use of pouring some fairy honey into a human pig's jar? Even if these guys feel better and more comfortable, it's all in vain. They can't live a meaningful life, so they might as well die early.

Wu Xiuwen, Wu Xiuwen, how could you make such a mistake?

After entering the center of the town, he regretted it even more. The pain of being pierced through the intestines and stomach was like the heart of a thousand insects. The dizziness coming from the cracked skull made the pain double. He couldn't even walk steadily, and his things were too hard to move. He couldn't see clearly, and there was more and more blood on his face.

When he arrived at the fire pit, he didn't have the thought or energy to regret it. The stacks of low stools became one obstacle after another.

He felt like his eyelids were fighting, the sky and the earth were getting dark, his body was cold, and his hands and feet were numb.

There is only one thought left in my mind——

——Master, Master

Am I right? Master?

Am I doing the right thing?

Have the debts between me and the Zhao brothers been settled? Do I owe them anything?

Wu Chengzhang wants to kill Guan Xiangxiang. I will settle the bill. Do I still owe her anything?

"Mother."

Before death, people will instinctively call out a name or a nickname.

The vast majority of them died in a foreign land, or were seriously injured and dying in the war.

In the arms of their companions, under the care of their doctors, these wanderers will call out to their fathers and mothers when they finally experience black vision due to blood loss.

Wu Xiuwen was abandoned since he was a child. At best, he was called foster care. At worst, he was sent to a wealthy family to work as a servant as a slave because his family could no longer support him. He cultivated a sense of service from an early age and never betrayed his master when he grew up. .

When he came to the Blood Jade Guanyin Bodhisattva, he saw the auspicious cloud of the dharma treasure of the compassionate Buddha Mother and the great body of gold and red, so he couldn't help but call for mother.

He no longer had the strength to climb up the pedestal and could not reach the water channel where the red stone Buddha statue was to collect honey.

And there are still two roadblocks guarding Xianmi——

——Those are two clay jars made by two human beings. They were made by the Buddha carver and the clan priests.

I saw two strange-shaped yellow talisman jars on the left and right of the Buddha statue. The Heavenly Master's order talisman and the Bagua seal for rain were written on four pieces of yellow silk, covering the mouth and body of the altar.

Last time Wu Xiuwen came to get honey, he also asked the priests and elders to help drive away these two jar ghosts.

The origin of the little man in the altar is an abandoned child picked up from the town by the Buddhist sculptor. In this kind of spiritual pressure environment, pregnant women can easily be contaminated by the Vita brand. The children in the belly occasionally have premature birth defects, and they will not be born when they grow up. If you want good health and good life - send it to the Buddhist carver to become a deity in the altar.

When these deformed children are raised to the age of three or four, they will be soaked in altars, grow up with fairy honey, and go to the mountains and forests to drink poisonous water and blow poisonous winds. If they do not die, they will become Buddha carvers by the age of seventeen or eighteen. The loyal ghost soldiers only listen to the orders of the Buddhist carving masters and priests and elders.

At this moment, the two jar ghosts poked their heads out of the big earthen jar, revealing pale faces, black melon-skin hats on their heads, and bright red rouge on their cheeks. Strong and powerful limbs emerged from the jar body. They looked at it curiously. Look at Wu Xiuwen crawling on the ground in a panic.

When the two ghosts saw Wu Xiuwen approaching, they immediately tore off the cloth from the altar and took out the Heavenly Master's Order Talisman. The cloth immediately hardened and took shape after leaving the jar, turning into a bright yellow sword.

Wu Xiuwen raised his head and couldn't see anything. He saw two earth-yellow spiritual energy tides in the black and gray mist, and he knew in his heart that this was the devil holding a knife and coming to take his head.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted to get fairy honey from the Blood Jade Guanyin Bodhisattva, he would not be able to escape this disaster and his life would be over.

"Mom. Mom hurts. I hurt."

Wu Xiuwen whined weakly, clutching his belly, just wanting to stuff the rotten intestines back. He lay on the ground like a worm, a dying ant.

He still remembers what he said to Zhao Jianxiong——

——He is not qualified to participate in the immortal fight. If the immortal breathes, they will feel pain. If the immortal waves his hand, they will die.

But Xiuwen didn't listen to what Xiuwen said, didn't act on it, and didn't continue to endure it.

In the spiritual vision, I saw these two bright yellow lines of true energy falling suddenly!

The two jar ghosts raised their bodies, tensed their limbs, and burst out with terrifying strength. The muscles in his arms were twisted, and veins sprouted from his shoulders, trying to chop the seriously injured man into pieces!

Wu Xiuwen did not close his eyes. He wanted to raise his head to see clearly. When he talked about his grievances with the King of Hell and explained the cause of death to the judge, he might be able to get good luck in the next life.

It's just that he couldn't see the big locust tree in Yingzhou, couldn't see the road signboard of Five Ghosts Yinsi, and couldn't even see the ferryman. He could only see two seducing Yin handsome men, black and white, waiting not far away.

[Part②·Define the Storm]

A Morpho butterfly flew in front of him with blue scale wings, tearing the dark sky and earth apart.

Wu Xiuwen could still hear some sounds, and the sound of "clanging at the command" sounded for a while, and then there was no sound at all.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment or a few breaths.

His eyes were bright again. At the moment he was about to die, he saw the two blurry shadows on the low bench opposite the fire pit. They had gone away. The black one was still slapping his thighs and beating his chest. The white one was waving his hands. The soul-calling flags inside are used as children's rattles - it seems that there is no chance to go to Naihe Bridge.

Zhang Congfeng was sitting on the pedestal of the blood jade Guanyin Bodhisattva statue.

Wu Xiuwen struggled to get up. He first patted his stomach and saw clearly the fist-sized scar under his navel. Then he touched the top of his head. There was a piece of skin that had just grown out. When he touched the soft hair on his scalp, he felt a strange itching. The feeling of forbearance.

His teeth were sore that he couldn't bear it. After he stood up straight, his energy and blood flowed smoothly. Strong pains came from his limbs and bones, and he finally choked out a sentence.

"Master."

Jiang Xueming: "Hey."

Wu Xiuwen was so aggrieved that he didn't care that he was covered in mud and blood. He wanted to step forward and hug Zhang Congfeng, and never call him father or mother again.

"Master!—Master!—"

At this time, he finally understood a little bit why Zhao Jianxiong, an idiot, had to kneel down towards the Sifang Earth Temple, to worship the mountain and the road, and to kowtow to the Black Wind Village, even if his head was bleeding and he didn't want to stop.

"Master!"

Xueming had quick eyes and quick hands. He took off his spider-silk Morpho clothes, raised his legs high on the pedestal, and stepped on Wu Xiuwen's belly. He pushed the smart boy upright and stuffed the mask and clothes into Wu Xiuwen's stomach. In arms.

"I don't have time to catch up with you, watch this monkey head."

Saying this, Jiang Xueming kicked over the jar ghosts on both sides of the Bodhisattva statue. The two little guardian ghosts on the left and the right were already dead, but they didn't have time to fall down.

Wu Xiuwen looked intently when the jar overturned. The heads of these two white-faced brats just fell off.

He hugged Morpho Yi and picked up another baggage. After opening it, I discovered that Mr. Mu Dexing was inside!

"Ah! Master!" Wu Xiuwen was horrified for a moment, "This is the disciple of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord! You want me to keep an eye on it? Why don't you kill it?"

"The common people in Black Wind Town have turned into monsters and monsters." Jiang Xueming explained: "Being able to eat a mouthful of whole grains depends entirely on the true energy of this old monkey. Let's save his life first."

In addition to this reason, Xueming had one more thing that he had not explained clearly to Wu Xiuwen.

Empress Zhuzhu is dead. For the people of Black Wind Town, the Huan Dan in their backs will run wild sooner or later. These seeds of power, without being wrapped in gold, will quickly enter their nerve centers and transform their genes - transformation It's only a matter of time before you become a monster.

Judging from the age structure of Heifeng Town's population, there are at least three to four hundred underage children alive. Their parents have taken over the family business and inherited the Huan Dan. During the growth period of alchemy, the grandparents who went up further He is about to die and enters the harvest period of returning elixirs.

Killing Mr. Mu Dexing with one knife, this household blood-gathering freak will not be able to eat grains, but can only eat human flesh. By then, there will be no living people in Black Wind Town. After being dominated by cannibalism, everyone will have to change their sons to eat.

"And" Jiang Xueming nodded Wu Xiuwen's head: "You shouldn't be afraid of it. This old monkey should be afraid of you!"

Wu Xiuwen suddenly realized: "Oh"

"Mude Xingjun?" Jiang Xueming smiled and said: "It is the disciple of the Hundred-Eyed Demon. You are my disciple - why are you afraid of it?"

"Hakumu escaped, I'm going to beat it now."

Jiang Xueming pointed to the unconscious old monkey in the cloth bag and said to Wu Xiuwen.

"If it wakes up and isn't honest, and wants to hurt you and scare you, you put on my clothes and my mask in advance, and then it's done."

At this moment, Bai Mu fled back to the cave as if flying.

In the forest, I saw a big centipede walking around the tree, climbing branches and leaves, jumping and crawling between the trunks. Half of its body was missing, and pus, blood and black fluid kept pouring out of the wound.

The stench of blood reaches the sky and falls on the vegetation and kudzu vines in the forest, showing signs of decay and decay.

This centipede insect is difficult to die, its jointed legs are more than ten feet wide, and its mouth under the flat-headed hooked legs can swallow a sheep.

If you look closely at the joints between the back and head plates, you will see a circle of golden eyes, with six eyes in each section. The name of the Demon King is the hundred eyes made up of these sixteen joints and the four eyes on the skull.

But at this time, it can only be called the Demon Lord of Fifty Eyes, or the Demon Lord of Two Points and Five Entries.

Returning to Yuehe Pass, the demon wanted to grab some wild food from the demon soldiers, but he saw the devastated demon cave - he climbed the mountain and drilled the cave, and when he found the house of the wild boar monster, he saw a bunch of Blackened peat.

More than three hundred monster "human" homes up and down, all died violently and were completely burned by a raging fire.

Bai Mu succumbed to convulsions and didn't lift his breath. It took a long time to check the caves - it still didn't want to give up. It just felt that the Buddha carver was really vicious and actually led people to steal its escape route early.

It went to the top of the mountain again and came to the moss field of its cave, calling for help from the leaders of the monster clans in the moss field. At first, he called his disciples by name, then he turned into human form and spoke human words, but still no one responded.

Looking at the mountains at the northern foot, the auspicious clouds and glow were rising, and there was no demonic mist lingering anymore. It felt panicked, so it ran back to the main hall——

——There are dozens of charred bones standing in this hall. Even if Chabon's most powerful forensic doctor comes, he can't help Bai Mu distinguish which one is his apprentice and which one is his accountant.

Its heart was half dead, and it walked towards Guanyin Cave in panic. I was still thinking about the Buddha carver - where could this bald donkey get a good helper? Can he actually kill all the demon generals in Black Wind Village? !

When they arrived at Guanyin Cave and saw Ah Hui Azhen's body, Bai Mu began to mourn.

It knew that Zhuzhu must have been in trouble, but it still couldn't believe it.

The fairy fetus has not yet grown up. No matter how crazy the Buddha carver is, he would not dare to destroy the merits of the aura Buddha, right? !

When it walked to the copper bed, it couldn't find Zhang Congfeng, and saw the scattered limbs of the spider monster, and its belly as smooth as a gourd. The belly was empty and there was nothing left -

——It just feels stupid, really.

It only knew that the doctor from Chabon might harm the patient, but it didn't expect that the foreign doctor sent by the Buddhist sculptor would also harm people. After thinking about this, it became mad with anger.

The centipede spirit's face was filled with tears, and it turned into its original form as an insect. It gnawed at the corpse of his wife while wailing, and turned its grief and anger into strength to grow back its lower body.

After recovering some of its vitality, it felt that it was not enough and swallowed Ah Hui Azhen's essence again. Finally, it gained some courage, picked up one of Zhu Zhu's protective heavy swords, and wanted to go out to seek revenge.

It thinks it has lost its magic weapon and cannot defeat the Lingguang Buddha and the Buddha carving master, but Zhang Congfeng, this bitch, must be killed! Otherwise it will be difficult to understand the hatred in my heart!

Maybe if you find Zhang Congfeng, kill him, and get the fairy fetus back, there is still a glimmer of hope before Lingguang Buddha. It has not given up on Lingguang Buddha's Hunyuan creation in its heart - it wants to make progress too much.

If you can't get it back

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" A little demon crawled out of the cave. It was a survivor of Yuehe Pass. Instead of following the other brothers into Black Wind Town, it ran up the mountain.

This little demon has yellow skin. He climbed into the Guanyin Cave and stood up. He wanted to look like a human being and greeted nervously.

"Your Majesty! An immortal has come to the village!"

Baimu shouted impatiently: "What kind of immortal! Isn't it that Zhang Congfeng?!"

"Hey" Huang Pizi didn't recognize Zhang Congfeng. He only saw a swordsman in white slaughtering him all over the house. He had to force a smile in front of the Hundred-Eyed King and replied with an ugly face: "Your Majesty, there are still three people hiding on the mountainside. Personally, it’s about Xiangxiang! I didn’t dare to provoke him, so I fled back to the mountain.”

When Bai Mu heard this, he immediately became energetic and rushed out with his sword in hand - since Guan Xiangxiang is still there, Zhang Congfeng can't go far!

Huang Pizi wanted to say something to show his credit, so he quickly chased him out.

Then he saw the huge centipede's head turning back and swallowing the unconscious little demon in one gulp.