windy cold

Chapter 46

For a while, Chaohua Temple was turned upside down.

The only night watch monk who might know the truth has been in a coma.

Lu Wanfeng was awakened by the night's movements, his eyes were blurred and his body was weak, as if his bones had been pulled out, and he had to rely on Qin Chuhan to stand still when he got up.

The two went out of the house and brought a little monk to ask about the situation. The little monk was also called up to find someone in the middle of the night when he was soundly asleep. He was confused and forgot that he had been told not to say anything about it. He blurted out and told them: "Ji Chen Eldest brother's body was stolen..."

After speaking, the little monk woke up, covered his mouth and knew he had said something wrong, and was so anxious that he was at a loss.

Qin Chuhan nodded to him first, and comforted him: "Don't worry, we will keep our mouths shut."

Having said all that, seeing that these two are the honored guests of the host, and that they are not deceitful, the little monk had no choice but to run away, thinking about why the person next to him was lying on the head of the Taoist priest like an eel.

It took a while for Lu Wanfeng to wake up completely. His face was dry from the cool night wind. Before he got up from Qin Chuhan's arms, he rubbed his face again, feeling the ups and downs of his chest. Lines, dark cool.

Knowing his little thoughts, Qin Chuhan immediately pushed him away.

Alas, it's a pity, it's not enough.Lu Wanfeng thought about it, but he stood up straight, and said solemnly: "Sure enough, he's still here, let's go, let's find someone."

Qin Chuhan said: "Do you know where it is?"

Lu Wanfeng put his index finger in front of his mouth, and whispered, "If it's really made of Zhuqing, then I should know."

They went to find the host, but found that he was not there, instead they found Chun Zhi who was the first to meet the enemy during the day.

"The host went out alone after learning that the uncle's body had been stolen. Do you two have anything urgent to do? Right now, I will take care of the affairs of the temple temporarily. If the two of you feel at ease, you can hand over to the poor monk."

It turned out to be Jichen's descendant.Lu Wanfeng didn't hesitate and said, "Forget it, you can go with us."

At the third quarter of the Yin hour, the moon also slanted, and the dense bamboo forest on the back mountain was illuminated by the moonlight, and the mottled long shadows confused the road. From the foot of the mountain, you can feel the faint evil spirit coming from the mountain.

"Some time ago, there was a demon formation here. It disappeared, but it reappeared tonight. Thinking about it, it is most likely made by Zhuqing."

Chunzhi was dragged here by a group, and his doubts were getting bigger and bigger: "The demon formation existed before, and my uncle came to deal with it. As a result, my uncle left for several days. When I came back, the demon formation was gone, but The uncle's complexion is also very bad."

No one knew what happened to Ji Chen in the days when he disappeared. He didn't say anything, but occasionally distracted himself when no one was around.

It was clear that something happened between the two of them in the Bamboo Forest Demon Needle.

After continuing to walk for a while, the demonic aura became stronger and stronger. When they were about to reach the edge of the previous enchantment, the three of them found a figure in front of them. He was walking heavily, and his figure was slightly short and fat, which looked familiar.

They walked lightly, approached quietly, and found that this person was actually the host Zhanming.

Zhan Ming stopped in front of the enchantment, twitching the rosary beads, muttering in his mouth, seemingly inactive, but the enchantment in front of him was torn open by the pale golden Buddha light, and when the size was enough, Master Zhanming walked in .

It was not easy to break the barrier, but Zhan Ming was able to open it quietly. Lu Wanfeng was very surprised, and hurriedly followed Qin Chuhan and Chunzhi before the crack healed.

Although they had been prepared for a long time, the three of them lost track of Master Zhanming in the bamboo forest maze just as they caught up with them. The bamboo shadows changed, and a completely unfamiliar road appeared before their eyes.

Where the two forked roads lead to is still unknown, and how to choose is unknown. Qin Chuhan simply swung his sword, and the bamboo forest between the forked roads was cut in half, but it returned to its original state after a while.

They tried a few more times, but still to no avail, so they chose one side at random, but encountered the same fork in the road several times in a row. Lu Wanfeng thought about it, and decided to change the way. The other side goes deep.

After walking for a while, the bamboo forest in front of him was no longer in an unchanging layout, and more or less messy scratches appeared on the body of the towering tall bamboo, and the farther he went, the more and more scratches appeared.

Lu Wanfeng smiled: "You're on the right track."

The wounded bamboos became more and more serious, and later a large number of dead and broken bamboos appeared. From the cross-section, most of them were injured by blunt blows or air currents, like the scars caused by practitioners who practiced here all year round and used bamboo as a stake.

Chunzhi said: "The bamboo forest in the back mountain has been the place where people in my temple practice martial arts more than ten years ago. Not long after that, my uncle suddenly ordered all the disciples not to use green bamboo as a stake, and we gradually came less. , look at this scene, you can’t go wrong.”

There was a strange smell in the air, Lu Wanfeng sniffed it and said, "The smell of the dead is very close."

He drew out the moon flute for self-defense, and the three of them stood close to each other to guard each other and continued to move forward.

Sure enough, after passing through a large piece of remnant bamboo, a piece of green Hsinchu reappeared, and surrounded by Hsinchu was an old half-sized wooden house.

As soon as they approached, a person flew out from the room, wearing sky blue clothes, it was Zhuqing.

Zhuqing's hair was a little messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exhausted. When he saw someone coming, he frowned and pursed his lips, and said angrily with a gloomy face, "Are you also here to snatch him from me?"

Today's Zhuqing seems to be different from the one in Jizhou, the suppressed frenzied aura around her is faintly murderous, Lu Wanfeng said cautiously: "What do you want his corpse for?"

Zhu Qing didn't want to talk more: "It has nothing to do with you, I advise you not to interfere, I don't want to be your enemy."

Chunzhi snorted, knocked his long stick on the ground, and reprimanded: "Uncle Shi is a disciple of Buddhism, the first disciple of Master Zhanming, the relationship is like father and son, no matter how friendly you are with him, in the end he will I always want my soul to return to the Buddha of the Western Paradise!"

"Friendship?" Zhu Qing snorted, as if he had heard some big joke, his expression was both funny and hurt, and he scoffed, "I have nothing to do with him... don't care about him, I only know that he can't die, Don't die!"

Chunzhi took another step forward and wanted to reason, but Zhuqing was aroused to be on guard. A green bamboo sword appeared in his hand out of thin air, raised his body, and stabbed at Chunzhi.

Chunzhi didn't have time to react, Lu Wanfeng raised his jade flute to block a sword for him, Qin Chuhan immediately flashed his sword and started fighting with Zhuqing, then Chunzhi joined, and the three of them fought inseparably for a while.

So what should we do now?Lu Wanfeng looked at Ji Chen lying on the bed in the wooden house from a distance, and saw a blue light on Ji Chen's forehead, as if he had inhaled a demonic aura.

He glanced at the three people who were fighting together, and walked towards the wooden house quietly.

This wooden house looks simple and unremarkable from the outside, but the interior is clean and refreshing. The tables, chairs and benches are spotless, and there are two sets of all daily utensils. It seems that two people have lived here for a long time.

Jichen's body was placed on the wooden bed, his hands were folded and his posture was dignified, there was a little bright red mark between his brows, his face had remained abnormally red and bloody after he had been dead for a long time, if he didn't see chest heaving, maybe he would be killed Thought he was still alive.

Lu Wanfeng took a closer look, the blue light floating on Jichen's forehead was a cloud of monster energy that was forcibly injected, and it was this cloud of monster energy that allowed him to maintain his appearance, but this monster energy could only create a Illusion, it is impossible to bring people back from the dead.

Just watching, a force from outside crashed into the inner room, Lu Wanfeng was caught off guard and was hit straight, and fell on Ji Chen, feeling a fishy-sweet taste in his throat, he let out a "wow" Ji Chen vomited blood all over his face.

He only heard Zhuqing's shout: "Don't move him!" After being distracted for a moment, Zhuqing was caught by Qin Chuhan and gave him a heavy blow. He fell to the ground and rolled several times before standing up again with the support of his sword .

Zhu Qing's injury was not serious, Lu Wanfeng shook his body, and found that there was something wrong with Ji Chen's body, and when he turned his head, a black shadow appeared on his forehead at some point, entangled with the blue light, Flickering.

Lu Wanfeng looked closer, and suddenly felt dizzy. The things in front of him turned into a vortex and twisted, making him dazzled.

When the rotation stopped, he had already arrived at another place.

There is still a bamboo forest here, but the wooden house is gone, and the bamboo forest is not as towering as before. Most of the green bamboos are still green and very tender, but unfortunately they are still full of scars.

He looked down at himself, his body was not illusory, but he couldn't touch anything with his hands and feet, he deliberately stepped on the dead bamboo leaves that fell to the ground, without making any sound, as if he was hanging on the ground.

He knew in his heart: It seems that he was sucked into the illusion, and he didn't know who the owner of this illusion was, and what was the purpose of sucking me in.