The night wind is blowing and the bright moon is high, which is enough to imagine that tonight will be another quiet and bright night.

However, standing in front of the empty alley, a fierce-looking monk in official uniform made the scene less elegant and more abrupt.

In the blind spot where Monk Yankong couldn't take care of both, a strange and bizarre shadow suddenly appeared, flowing through the stone path like black water, and got into the shadow of a courtyard wall.

The shadow appeared silently, calmly and indifferently, twisting like a sparse branch emerging from the courtyard wall, wild like the reeds growing beside the building, handsome like a carefully cared for plum blossom, changing rapidly in an instant.

It is difficult to describe, and the target of the attack is directed at Monk Yankong, who is wandering in a different world.

It happened that at this moment, Monk Yankong's face also fell into an obvious abnormality.

In his eyes, which were as angry as copper bells, there was a thin black air floating around, surging around the pupils, like a wingless black dragon flying and roaring in the sea of ​​ink, easily taking away this man.

All the splendor of a murderer without calculation.

A burst of dust flew around, and strange shadows swayed in the wind, causing a slight sway.

This shaking is like a spring sprout on a branch being shaken by a leaping yellow bird. When the branch lifts its wings, inexplicable buds fall to the ground, twisting and turning in the wind and refusing to give up, until they are filled with gurgling water.

Before the water waves in the void could rise, Monk Yankong's body was struck by a sudden blow. The officer was replenished by a strong wind, and his strength was not retreating. The scars appeared with the sound of cracking silk, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth...

The murderous intention that was hidden to the extreme was like a sharp blade that was deliberately made into a hairpin, finally blooming with its due brilliance when it was unsheathed!

Monk Yankong was suddenly assassinated. The black energy in his eyes was still lingering. His body bent forward involuntarily due to pain. His face was about to come into close contact with the bluestone pavement, but his hands hidden in the sleeves of his broad robe suddenly stretched out.

He leaned down on all fours and let out a series of strange roars.

The weird and strange shadow was still looming in the corner of the wall, and its posture was difficult to describe at first glance. However, the moment Monk Yankong stood up, he had already captured the potential position of the enemy. A pair of copper fists and iron palms no longer concealed themselves, and attacked like a sudden storm.

The other party roared like a wild beast.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were several loud noises in succession, and Monk Yankong's face was dull. His fist hit the wall without fear of pain, shaking off the powdery lime on the surface of the wall, revealing the extremely solid blue stone underneath.

The strange shadow began to move erratically, looking forward and sometimes behind, dodging around uneasily, and was finally forced into a position where it could not hide due to Monk Yankong's quick attack that left no gaps.

As the candle shadow from an alleyway flashed past, a grimace with upside-down features and distorted appearance was finally revealed, which was definitely not like a stranger!

Monk Yankong suddenly gave up and slowly stood up from a low posture that looked like a long dragon lurking in the river. As he got taller, his whole body made a trembling and bone-crunching sound, as if he was breaking the rules like an iron tower.

The monk is experiencing the pain of being reborn and having his tendons pulled out and his veins regenerated.

"The rat finally showed up. I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

Monk Yankong's eyes suddenly blinked, and the black energy wandering outside his pupils disappeared like an illusion, leaving only a pair of murderous, cold and bright eyes.

The figure of the Ghost-Faced Man is also extremely bizarre. He is changing his body shape by shrinking his bones and moving his acupoints. His posture leaning against the wall is dim and difficult to distinguish, which is as surprising as his inverted facial features.

"You have tried so hard to find me, how can I, the White Lotus Sect, have any reason to refuse such kindness..."

The male-female voice sounded faintly, and the ghost-faced man remained calm in his words, greeting the enemy in front of him without emotion.

Monk Yankong laughed suddenly, and the sound made the branches on both sides tremble.

"As expected, it's the White Lotus Demon Party! It seems that if I don't hurt you, you won't come out obediently! I just acted on a whim tonight to scare the snakes, and I didn't expect to catch big fish one after another!"

The ghost-faced man slowly raised his head, and the expression on his distorted face was incomprehensible.

"I am the Hongyang leader of the White Lotus Sect. I dare to meet you today, not because I want to fight to the death."

The cold wind surged in the empty alley, filled with the smell of distrust.

"Hmph, could it be that you are here to be captured without mercy?"

Monk Yankong sneered, "Do you think I will believe your lies?"

The ghost-faced man was also rude.

"It's okay if you don't believe me, but there's no reason for me to take risks just to make this joke with you!"

The male and female Mo Mo's voice was very stiff and he said decisively, "Although you and I are incompatible in Fuzhou City, what if I came to tell you the whereabouts of that bead?"

Monk Yankong's expression suddenly stiffened, and he thrust out his fists and fingers from both sleeves. He no longer stayed behind with his Vajra Prajna Palm and Powerful Vajra Finger. He took advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness and suddenly attacked, rushing in front of the opponent in a breath.

The ghost-faced man twisted on the spot like a snake, jumped up out of thin air inconceivably, and froze on the courtyard wall for a few breaths before turning sideways again and standing on the high wall with one leg.

Monk Yankong was not polite. He chased after him with a little kick and stepped on the top of the narrow high wall.

The ghost-faced man didn't mind striking half way across. He turned sideways and concentrated all his strength with a single fist. As fast as lightning, he and Monk Yankong's sudden response to the Vajra Prajna Palm came together to compete with each other, and they were locked in a stalemate.

Monk Yankong's internal energy cultivation was astonishing, reaching a level that even Jiang Wen was afraid of. However, the internal energy contained in the Ghost-faced Man was also unyielding, and the inner energy movement frequently violated common sense, which made Monk Yankong extremely proud of himself.

In the quagmire.

Both of them failed to take advantage, so they withdrew their punches on one leg and then struck again. They fought like lightning, making crackling sounds in the air. In the end, the ghost-faced man relied on his bizarre martial arts to sometimes be agile and sometimes condensed.

turbid, allowing both sides to give up again in vain.

"The rat martial arts are not weak."

Monk Yankong nodded slightly and smiled scornfully, "Looking at you hiding your head and tail before, I thought you had something to hide."

The Ghost-Faced Man sways like a weak willow in the wind, but every movement sticks to the central axis, seemingly chaotic but not bumpy, clearly displaying a strange martial art.

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The ghost-faced man said without feeling dissatisfied, "Right now, the city of Fuzhou is in turmoil. In my opinion, we are neither enemies nor friends, and there is no need to fight to the death. I can tell you everything we want, and I can also tell you.

What do you think about the clues about the Mani Orb, in exchange for the opportunity to strike?"

Hearing the words Mani Baozhu, Monk Yankong's eyes revealed an unstoppable murderous aura, as if he would take action in the next second and kill the person bargaining in front of him.

But when the cold wind in the alley subsided, the only dead leaves left on the branches were falling, and monk Yankong's tight skin still managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Interesting, very interesting. I haven't encountered such interesting things in a long time."

This is not a matter of negotiation, it is also a matter of trust. People who haunt the dark woods are destined to be both hunters and prey. Those who are as fragile as paper can also be life, in addition to trust.

Therefore, Monk Yankong was very curious about why the other party was so determined. What he said was not only convincing, but also forced him to agree to give up and make peace.

The murderous intent on both sides receded like the tide, leaving only the naked stakes.

"We, the White Lotus Sect, came to Fuzhou for the sake of the wordless heavenly book in Netherworld Alley."

The male-female voice of the ghost-faced man said bluntly, "That book was written by the former Song Dynasty Governor Skull. After he returned to the sun after a long death, he was able to communicate with the underworld. The whole book was written with the original written words without words to communicate with the ghosts.

, the content is ever-changing and all-encompassing, and it also contains the long-lost classics of our religion..."

Monk Yankong narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly.

"So you want to say that what you are looking for is the Wordless Heavenly Book, not the Mani Orb that I am looking for?"

The implication of his words is self-evident. This statement is completely baseless. Monk Yankong will never believe that there is such an unheard-of "wordless book".

The ghost-faced man said calmly, "Your Excellency, you don't believe it? Then do you know that the house next to you is located between Ta Lane and Jibi Lane, and it contains the former study hall of Zheng Xingzhi, a master of the Southern Song Dynasty."

""Nancun Stops Farming Record" contains: "Xingzhi is known to kill indiscriminately for personal grudges. There is a corpse lying under the Qingfeng Hall where he lives. When it is dark, it appears and cannot be removed." Although this story is far-fetched, but Qingfeng Hall

The shadow of the corpse outside is indeed true, but in fact it is related to every claw and claw of the Wordless Heavenly Book..."

"Zheng Xingzhi once lived in this shabby alley when he was poor. He excavated the ground and found a broken stele left by the Skull Governor. He gradually became able to understand ghosts and gods and understand the subtle things. When he was studying the obituary, he painted with clear water on the ground, and then he came up with this picture.

Wherever there is darkness, the shadow of a corpse will appear and cannot be wiped away."

Monk Yankong laughed heartily.

"No matter how distorted the character shadow is, how can it turn into a corpse shadow? Your explanation is even more far-fetched. Even if there is an occasional supernatural being, what can it mean?"

The ghost-faced man said calmly: "The death text is enough to refine Qiu into an immortal. Naturally, it cannot be measured by ordinary characters. If you still don't believe it, there are records in the Jiajing period of the previous dynasty."

"The commander of the Jinyi Guards at that time searched Fuzhou and found two strange pictures from Netherworld Alley. They were scriptures written by Wudang Zhang Sanfeng with blood when he was one hundred and twenty years old. They were later named 'Zhang Sanfeng's Blood Scripture'.

If you present it to the inner circle, the whole world should know about it..."

"Actually, the contents of the two blood-written scriptures are that Zhang Sanfeng, with his profound and unpredictable cultivation, forcibly comprehended the underworld and wrote the death text in blood. It is said that he has cracked the underworld of life and death, and the key to immortality. You should know this, right?

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Monk Yankong's expression slowly became serious.

The people who know you best in this world are not your friends, but often your enemies.

Wudang has been the only constant enemy of the Shaolin Sect for thousands of years since its establishment. Monk Yankong, who once lived in the Shaolin Temple, naturally knows the deeds of this land immortal very well - whether it is his debauched and crazy behavior in his early years, or his obscure and unknown behavior in his later years.

Rumors of death.

Writing sutras by pricking blood is a common practice in Buddhism. "Samantabhadra" records that when the Buddha was practicing in Yindhi, he peeled skin into paper, pricked blood into ink, and analyzed bones into pen to write sutras.

Accumulation is like Sumeru. It is also said that the Blood Meridian can not only magnify vows, but also manifest the secret and undeclared meaning of the key points of the true scripture.

The contents of Zhang Sanfeng's Blood Classic have never been circulated to the world, but the notes of scholars in the Ming Dynasty once recorded that after reading the Blood Classic, Emperor Jiajing sat down on the ground in a cold sweat, exclaiming that immortality was a vain wish.

"It's useless to talk too much. No matter how much you explain, it's better to tell me the whereabouts of the Mani Orb."

Monk Yankong said straight to the point, as if he had some plan in mind.

The ghost-faced man struggled to form an expression on his strange face, constantly changing into various weird angles, and stretched out a finger to say.

"Since ancient times, scriptures should not be passed down lightly, nor should they be taken in vain. The Buddha said that a monk who goes down the mountain to preach the scriptures and only asks for three buckets and three liters of rice and gold is selling it at a low price. Now I have a condition to do it."

Monk Yankong frowned angrily, but he showed even more confidence, "Who can tell me?"

"I want you to let someone go."
To be continued...