Chu Xunyu returned to the room, and while changing the medicine for Mu Yuan, he told Wangchen and the others about his affairs in the Medicine Pavilion. He sighed and didn't expect to encounter such a story. However, he was very concerned about Chu Xunyu's last encounter with the figure Wangchen and asked, "What if some people from the Demonic Way sneak in?"

"Hey, this is no big deal." Mu Yuan lies on the bed and waves his hand indifferently. "A magic path runs into Shushan and then calls lanterns in the toilet. It's simply seeking death, not to mention a wounded magic path, which is even more like a birthday boy taking poison and thinking that his life is long."

"Yes." Chu Xunyu nodded, "Although Bajie's words are vulgar, they still make sense."

"What?" Mu Yuan was furious and pointed his hand at his nose, "Am I vulgar?"

Chu Xunyu was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to say his own words: "I probably are not a person in the devil's way. It is possible that Shushan's disciples caused some trouble outside, and it is difficult to report to the master's sect to heal the wounds secretly. We should not care about so many things, just walk our own way."

"Well, okay." Wangchen nodded, "I'm about to tell you that when you were taking medicine, an old friend from Shushan happened to be free. He was an elder from Shushan. We went to see him and maybe we could find out some news."

Chu Xunyu agreed happily, and Wangchen got up and was about to go out. Mu Yuan shouted on the bed, "Don't, it's too boring to leave me alone when I'm done."

Chu Xunyu took out the string of Buddhist beads from Master Moya and threw them over. He said without looking back: "If you are bored, just recite the scriptures and review your homework. I didn't see you reviewing your studies along the way. When Master Huitan knew about it, he had to say we should." After that, the two closed the door and left.

Mu Yuan rolled his eyes in anger, and picked up the Buddhist beads boredly. He saw the "Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch" engraved on the Buddhist beads. He started to recite them boredly. Before he knew it, he felt confused and seemed to be asleep. In the hazy state, Mu Yuan suddenly saw himself standing in a golden hall. The hall was magnificent, and a Buddha statue of Sakyamuni was enshrined hundreds of feet tall. The eight guardians surrounded him, surrounded by the incense. Mu Yuan stood in front of the Buddha statue and felt very moved. Suddenly, he felt so small, like a grain of sand under the feet of the Buddha.

Mu Yuan was puzzled. He didn't know why he saw this scene. Could it be because of Master Moya's Buddhist beads? Then why did he see this scene? Is there any deep meaning? Mu Yuan was puzzled and suddenly saw Sanskrit engraved on the incense table. After reading it carefully, Mu Yuan felt dizzy and could not understand anything. He felt that his chest was blocked and his breathing was rapid. He wanted to find an exit to escape from here quickly. So he quickly walked to the back of the Buddha statue, the existing exit, and went in.

Behind it was a garden, with birds singing and flowers scenting, and there was a pool of clear water in it. I felt refreshed and refreshed. The feeling of silt in my chest was swept away. Mu Yuan felt that this was in sharp contrast to the hall just now, and it felt very sensation of "golden sand lay on the ground, pure and solemn" as the Buddhist saying. Then he looked up at the sky. The sky suddenly came into the night, and stars flashed, and a meteor crossed the sky. Mu Yuan said depressedly: "It's strange, I'm not a Taoist monk. I can't watch the celestial phenomena at night and make fortunes."

Then he looked down at the water. The pool became turbid at this time. A beautiful carp wanted to struggle to jump out of the water and breathe air, but he was afraid that he would jump ashore and get out of the water surface. The water surface became more and more turbid. The fish was in a dilemma. Not breathing was death, and jumping ashore was also death. It was a dilemma, which was very painful. Mu Yuan was kind and couldn't bear to watch. Instinctively stretched out his hand to catch it. But then he thought, where would he go after he took it out? He was in a dilemma. He was also in a dilemma. He hesitated for a while and walked around the ground. The next moment, he yawned and woke up from the bed. Then he realized that he was anxious and sweaty. He didn't know what he dreamed about. He couldn't remember what the Sanskrit word on the incense table. This made Mu Yuan suddenly have a bad premonition...

At the same time, in the southwest of Shu Mountain, another scene emerged among the mountains.

There was a clearing in the valley, full of large pits and broken trees, and there were two people standing there. It was obvious that they had just experienced a fierce fight. One was a middle-aged man wearing a Shushan Taoist robe half-kneeled there, covered with blood. Although he held a sword in his right hand, he hung weakly on the ground. He covered his right shoulder with his left hand, and the blood flowed down his forehead blurred his eyes and flowed directly into his mouth. He looked at the man opposite with unwillingness and said with difficulty: "I didn't expect that you are still alive after so many years..."

On the stone opposite, a man with a black patterned mask sat. He couldn't see his face clearly. He was tall and short, all white, covered with black robe, his hands were covered with leather gloves, his fingers intertwined, and his chin was held. He didn't know how good his cultivation was, and he said lightly in an extremely hoarse voice: "I didn't expect that, but I really survived. Yuanlang, your sword skills have been abandoned over the years. I didn't expect that you have retreated to this field today, which disappointed me very much. It seems that Shushan has no more powerful swordsman since Wang Luran."

It turned out that the injured monk in the white robe was actually the elder of the precepts of Shushan, "Yuan Lang". His cultivation level was the sixth junior brother of the head of Yuan Feng. Today, he was defeated so much. It was simply unbelievable. Yuan Lang sneered and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you wearing a mask that is neither human nor ghost?"

"Aren't you thanking you?" The masked man was not angry at all. "The wound on his face has not healed yet."

"Oh? I'm afraid of being embarrassed?" Yuan Lang said sarcastically, "Then why did you do such a thing back then?"

"It is always difficult to heal with resentment, not to mention that I have never done anything like that." The masked man spoke a little colder, "It was you, the so-called righteous figures of Shushan who colluded and colluded to harm me. Today, I can come to you alive, and I must settle the matters of that year with you, the characters of the Yuan generation."

"A real man dares to act and take responsibility." Yuan Lang angrily rebuked, "After all, you are a swordsman, you are a man. In the past, you did something miserable and was caught on the spot. It is shameless to abandon the sword and punish him. What he actually said today is a nonsense."

"A row of nonsense." The masked man shouted coldly, "You are the ones who are miserable, and you hide the dirt and filth. I never confessed to your guilt back then. You actually wanted to kill me to silence him and cover up such evil deeds for him. Fortunately, the sky is endless. Today I will collect this blood debt from you."

After saying that, he stood up and walked slowly over. Yuan Lang struggled to stand up, holding the sword and shouted: "Take out your sword and fight to the death with a dignified and dignified battle."

"Okay." The masked man seemed to take out something under his black robe. "I used to be taken away by you, and now I have found another sword that is more suitable for me to send you off."

Yuan Lang shouted violently and used his last strength to his body. He saw the sword energy permeating. Four Yuanlang phantoms appeared beside the man with a sword. At the same time, he attacked with a sword. The sword energy was pressing down like a sea of ​​scattered mountains and seas. The man with a mask smiled contemptuously and had already seen through this move. He jumped and appeared behind the figure on the right, kicked Yuanlang's knee directly. The pain point that Yuanlang had eaten was dissipated. The man with mask turned his hand and saw a short sword with exquisite shape coming out in the wind, and pierced directly into Yuanlang's neck with a "puff".

This short sword is more like a dagger, with a thin blade, and its whole body is hollowed out. It is actually made of a dark blue stone. The hilt of the sword guard is a naked woman in naked clothes with her eyes closed, spitting out the sword blade with her mouth. The blade is spiral cone-shaped, and the threads on the blade are all sharpened into blades. The blade is full of ancient patterns and hollowed out. Yuanlang's blood gushed out along the hollow part of the sword. The masked man grabbed Yuanlang's collar and lifted it up. He pulled out the sword and stabbed it into the Yuanying in the Dantian. Yuanlang vomited blood and couldn't speak. He abandoned the sword with both hands and grabbed the mask tightly. The masked man choked up. The masked man whispered lightly: "Sword name - Jinxiu."

After Yuan Lang's eyes lost their spirit, the masked man let go and threw him aside. Because of the workmanship, the blood flowed through the hollow gap without any stains. The masked man put away his eyes and turned around and walked away. A person from afar came up. It was the "Senior Brother Liu" who was chasing the young man with the bow that day. He flattered: "Senior Master, you have good methods, you can kill Yuan Lang without any effort."

The masked man ignored it and asked, "What's the situation?"

Senior Brother Liu quickly replied: "It has been arranged and the child has entered Shushan. We also find a way to get all the monks from their 'Yuan' generation to come back and gather. At that time, they will poison or use traps. All the seniors will deal with it, but our plan..."
Chapter completed!