Hidden Blade

September 30.

Autumn, South desolation, night cool.

On the wasteland 30 miles away from Jianling, a crowd of people like tide stands still. Their bodies are as motionless as sculptures, and their eyes are cold as ghosts and wolves.

They do not know how long they have stood here, as if only for a moment, or as if standing for thousands of years.

In the center of the dark group, there was a tent three feet away. Outside the tent stood two figures. One was nine feet tall and his muscles were cast like bronze. The other was weak and dry as firewood. It seemed that a gust of wind could blow it down.

In the white tent, there is a monk on his knees. He was wrapped in a black cassock, and the white Rosary was hung around his neck. It was made of the third phalanx of the third ring finger of the stranger's right hand. The number of the beads was just 108.

His appearance is beautiful, like the Buddha coming out of the painting, but there is a strong evil spirit in his eyebrows. The combination of the two makes his appearance a little weird and strange. At the moment, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his mouth was full of words, which made him fall into the devil kingdom.

Suddenly, a wind blows.

The tent was strong and thin, and the two figures seemed to feel it, and their eyebrows were cold. However, the wind suddenly stopped in front of them, and then condensed into a small figure. However, it seems that the figure has no substance, it is just a virtual shadow formed by some secret methods. Although we can't see the appearance clearly, the purple eyes are shining in the dark.

When they saw the figure of the girl with purple pupil, she was strong and thin. The chill between her eyebrows suddenly disappeared and turned into fear and respect. They quickly knelt down to the girl with purple pupil and said, "see your majesty."

"You two Yanluo have worked hard. Where is the king of Tibet?" Asked the girl, in a cold tone.

The two stood up and looked at each other with a look.

Purple pupil girl one eye then saw two people's mind, she slightly nodded, said: "I know, I go in to see him."

They did not dare to stop, so they opened the tent curtain for the girl and let her step in.

The man in the tent is still trapped in the dream, his brow is locked and his face is pale. Purple pupil girl slowly walked to him, she looked at the man, purple pupil light complex.

After a little thought, she reached out her hand and gently put it on the man's sleeve.

...

the world is grey.

Dark grey, dead grey.

Perhaps it is because of this gray, that resounding in the ears of the roar just now seems so harsh.

"You die! We can only live if you die! "

"It's cost-effective to replace the lives of 108 of us with your own life!"

On the barren hilltop, a group of people in rags looked at the beautiful but embarrassed woman at the top of the mountain.

Obviously, the woman had never experienced such a thing. She looked at them strangely, and her eyebrows were full of fear.

"Princess, we also have no way, we also have wives and children, we..." the head of the Oracle look crazy said, "we have gone, escaped for too long, big Chu died, we can't go anywhere."

The Oracle said, then slowly toward the top of the mountain where the woman was. They may be really tired. This seems not to be a rugged mountain road, but they have to climb up with hands and feet, just like hungry wolves, desperate.

The woman at the top of the mountain was pale. Of course, she was afraid of the impending death, but she was more puzzled by the ferocity of these warriors.

It is clear that after the fall of the capital, she took these defeated generals and took them all the way to Tibet. But why did they kill her at this time?

She is not without accomplishments, but she has been exhausted from many battles in order to protect these defeated soldiers.

She was more or less reluctant, especially when those beetles came to her and wanted to take off her head. She struggled to escape, but she was pulled to the ground because she was too weak. Her clothes were torn and her white body was revealed.

The Oracle's eyes changed at that moment. They became a little crazy and greedy.

"It's not too thin for the princess to take us. Since the princess is going to die today, we should let the princess die happily, don't you?" The head of the armour suddenly put down his knife and untied his broken armor.

So the crowd flocked to drown the women, just like a wolf eating fat sheep.

Men's ferocious roar and women's pain and sorrow resound through the valley for a long time...

...

the beautiful monk and the girl with purple pupil woke up from their dreams at the same time.

The monk opened his eyes and looked at the girl. In his calm eyes, the stars seemed to be annihilated.

"He's about to wake up." After counting the silence of the monk, he said suddenly."What will happen to you?" Purple pupil girl asked.

The monk was silent again for a long time, and then he said, "maybe he will die, or maybe not."

This answer did not seem to really answer the girl's question, but the girl with purple pupil seemed to understand the meaning of the words and frowned slightly.

She asked again, "is that the dream why you do this?"

The monk stood up and looked at the girl, but he didn't answer the question again. He was about to walk out of the tent.

"Time is running out. I have to finish this for you before then. You don't have to worry about it here. Do what you should do."

The purple pupil girl heard the words, and her eyebrows twinkled. She looked sideways at the curtain cloth lifted by the night wind. Along the gap, through the strong night, she could see the sword mausoleum in the distance. "I promised him not to start with Jianling," she said

"People always have to choose." The monk whispered.

"But must such a choice be right?" Asked the girl again.

"At least not worse." The monk replied.

At that time, the girl seemed to feel the monk's determination. She knew how much was useless, so she could only nod her head again. Then the body slowly dispersed and disappeared in place.

Seeing this, the monk's face slowed down. He was about to step out of the tent again.

as like as two peas in the golden card, he was suddenly seen in front of him.

The monk looked calm and made a Buddhist ceremony towards him, and his tone was as clear as a mountain stream.

"Amitabha."

Seeing the golden monk appear, the black monk was stunned. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "it's really said that Cao Cao has arrived."

But in the twinkling of an eye, the tone of the monk in black changed, and his eyebrows suddenly filled with anger: "I thought you were already weak, how could you still have the strength to come out?" Then he looked up and down the golden monk's shaking body, and then said, "or do you think you can stop me now?"

"You and I are one, how can I stop you?" Faced with his provocation, the golden monk seemed to have nothing to feel. He still responded calmly.

The black monk raised his eyebrows and asked, "what do you want to do?"

"If you take this step, you will not be able to turn back. Heaven has a good life. I would like to ask you to think twice." The golden monk said so.

The black monk sneered: "don't you think it's funny? You gave birth to me, and your evil made me evil. You can't suppress this evil idea, but you want to make me come back to life with dignity? "

The golden monk was still not annoyed and said in a deep voice, "I am measuring you."

"Take me?" The monk in black seemed to have heard the most funny joke in the world. He looked up to the sky and laughed a few times. He reached out to lift the Buddha bead made of the finger bone of a stranger at his neck, and said with a heavy smile, "OK, then you come to pass me!"

At that moment, behind the monk in black suddenly emerged a series of ferocious demons. They bit each other, growled and wrestled with each other, and the whole tent was filled with shrill roars!

"Come on, come and spend us!" Tens of thousands of evil spirits roared at the monk, and their voices gathered together, not distinguishing men and women, but extremely weird.

The Buddhist light of the golden monk's whole body gradually became dim under the ghost atmosphere that filled the whole tent. Even his body became bright and dark, as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

The monk in black looked at his body and mocked, "Li Dongjun, you can't even cross your own. How can you cross the common people?"

At that time, the monk in gold seemed unable to refute the black monk's words. There was a silence.

It was a long time before he said, "this is not the result she wants."

When he said this, the black monk's eyes suddenly filled with a strong evil spirit. At this time, the thousands of fierce ghosts behind him roared. They said together, "what is the result she wants? She is dead! Because you died, you have no right to mention her! "

The golden monk looked as usual in his fury. He just sighed, "you are the cause of my planting, and also the fruit of my fruit."

"Your iniquities are mine too, and I will take them on my shoulders when the karma comes."

After saying this, the golden monk seemed unable to bear the majestic ghost spirit in the tent any longer, and his body gradually turned into nothingness and dispersed.

And the monk in black, seeing this, restrained the ghost spirit of his whole body, but the nameless anger between his eyebrows became more and more intense.

He walked out of the tent. Outside the tent, a strong and thin man knelt down. Meanwhile, tens of thousands of sculptural warriors who had been standing there for a long time also knelt down one after another. They cried out: "see the Lord of the temple."

The black monk's eyes swept through the black tide one by one, and finally looked at the sword mausoleum in the distance. His eyebrows sank and he said in a loud voice.

"At the end of September, at the end of autumn.""The sword mausoleum should be destroyed, and the lotus flower should be withered!"

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