Today, ghosts travel in the rivers and lakes, the sound of the blue sky and white sun is chirping

At the time of Xu, the wind and snow stopped a little, and a ruined temple was built.

I don't know which dynasty this dilapidated temple was built in a barren mountain and was disrepaired. The walls that were supposed to be vermilion have now all painted off, revealing the brown flesh inside. The tiles on the top are broken by the wind and sun, and they have turned into dust on the ground. Only a few bare wooden beams are left, with thatched from some kind-hearted person on it, which can barely hide some wind and rain. But if you encounter wind and snow weather like today, there will be not much difference inside and outside the house.

Fortunately, there were many dead branches and rotten trees in the wilderness. Jingshi and his group picked up some of them casually, took out fire and lit the fire. Everyone sat around the corner of the wall to protect the wind and cold. After eating some dry food at will, they started chatting.

Originally, after Jingshi was seriously injured by Yang Qianye and Gu Chen, everyone asked to return to the small town of Mojia Po Shang to heal Jingshi. Unfortunately, Jingshi insisted on continuing to move forward, so everyone had to rely on him. Finally, half an hour ago, they found this broken temple and had a place to settle down.

Fortunately, when Jingshi was injured, he took the Qingxin Yuchan Pill, the healing sacred medicine of Emei in time, and took Shaolin's Jiuhu Dan frankincense in the evening. At this moment, his health was a little better.

Jingshi looked pale and leaned against the wall, and said softly: There are junior brothers Lao Lin and junior brother Mei along the way.

Mei Yan and Lin Xizhao replied together: Brother Jingshi, don’t be polite.

Then Lin Xizhao frowned and said: Brother Jingshi doesn’t know who you are talking about today’s Qixiaosanren and the Master of Mingting Cave? Why have I never heard of these two people in the world?

The few people on the side had never heard of it, and they all raised their ears.

Jingshi chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, thought for a moment, and said with a wry smile: Actually, the little monk was not very clear. Qixiaosanren and the master of Mingting Cave were both famous figures in the same period as Jian Pingchuan. The two acted erratic, relying on their likes and dislikes, both righteous and evil, and no longer appeared in the world. No one knew whether they were alive or dead. The little monk also heard that his master Chengguan and Master Chengkong mentioned them once about the martial arts of the world. Today, it was precisely through the palm techniques of his two masters that he dared to assert.

Lin Xizhao frowned and said: Senior brother turned his back to him at the time, how can he judge the two-person palm technique?

Jingshi sighed and said: The unique skills of Qixiaosanren, the Seven Secrets of Heart-Destroying Palm, is an extremely powerful palm technique. If you practice it to the point of being able to achieve success, you will be killed with one palm. The so-called Qixiaosan means that the heart and blood vessels are broken, the tendons and veins are broken, the liver and intestines are broken, the kidneys and water are broken, the wrists are broken, the face of the middle palm is twisted when he dies, as if he is laughing, but this smile is sadder, sadder and ugly than crying.

Looking at the puzzled expressions of everyone, Jingshi smiled bitterly and said: Fortunately, Gu Chen had not yet achieved great success, so the little monk escaped. However, the little monk's meridians are now confused, and the true qi in his body is not controlled, and he is rushing, like the pain of thousands of ants eating the heart.

Everyone said anxiously: How to treat this?

Jingshi waved his hand and continued: As for the monk from the Mingting Cave, he knew very little, only knowing that he was from Jinghu, Guangdong and Guangxi. All the rivers and rivers in Guangdong and Guangxi were under his control and were rich enough to compete with the country. He had profound internal skills. Only a few people in the rivers and lakes could compare with him. The skill he was good at was also palm techniques, called Rougu Mian Palm, which was an extremely difficult vicious kung fu. The person who was hit by Rougu Mian Palm began to feel unconscious, but after two hours, the palm force erupted, the whole body would be as soft as cotton, broken everywhere, and the internal organs were broken, which was extremely miserable and there was no treatment.

Everyone was shocked when they heard this and said: Senior brother, how do you feel now?

Before Jingshi could answer, An, who was lowering his head and playing with the fire, said lightly: It's okay,

Two hours have passed.

Everyone felt relieved, but they were so scared that they were sweating coldly.

Jingshi smiled and looked at An Dao: Junior Brother An is very skilled in martial arts, calm and calm, and meticulous. The little monk admires it.

An smiled and did not answer, but everyone looked at him in unison. Thinking of his skills he showed today, everyone was shocked.

However, Ye Suling couldn't think so much about the little girl. She just pouted and said: Senior Brother Jingshi had a great knowledge. I wonder which school the martial arts masterpieces of Junior Brother An today are?

Jingshi looked at An in a daze, shook his head and said: Junior Brother An is just defending today and has not taken action. The young monk was clumsy in his eyes and did not see where Junior Brother An’s martial arts came from.

Mei Yan, who was standing aside, said with a smile: Junior Brother An is a sworn brother of Lu Daxia, and his superb martial arts must have been taught by Lu Daxia himself.

An raised his head and smiled at Mei Yan and said: Senior Brother Mei has been awarded.

Jingshi thought to himself: But the dodging method he used was definitely not the beggar sect's clothes, but he did not say it.

Ye Suling was about to ask, but An suddenly said lightly: Someone is here.

Mei Yan thought: This wilderness is filled with wind and snow, so it must be a nearby woodcutter hunter.

Qingchuan, who was beside him, also stood up slowly and said coldly: No, all four people have good martial arts skills.

Lin Xizhao frowned without saying anything.

Jingshi took a deep look at An and didn't speak.

In the blink of an eye, four black shadows appeared at the entrance of the ruined temple. Two were tall and two were short and slowly entering.

I picked up firewood to make the fire light brighter and make it easier to see the person clearly.

As the four figures slowly approached, everyone stood up, secretly exerting their skills in case of accidents.

Ah, Ye Suling and Xiangyi screamed, and the rest of them frowned.

The four people came were extremely strange in appearance and clothes. The first one was blue-gray, his eyes were like copper bells, his ears were wide, his nostrils were facing the sky, and his bones were protruding on both sides of his head, which looked like horns. He was wearing a blue and white robe, with black clouds on his face, and three steel forks in his left hand.

The man next to him was as tall as him, wearing a vermilion robe, a big red ribbon, a grayish-colored face, a protruding mouth, and a wide lips rolled up high, as if chewing something, revealing yellow grooves all over his mouth, and holding a steel hammer in his right hand.

Look at the short two men, one with a white beard, a pale face, red eyes, a tight mouth, two sharp teeth on the lower lip, wearing a short yellow jacket, and holding a pair of green steel water spikes in both hands.

The other person's appearance was even more terrifying. His short gray-blue hair was almost gone, his reddish-brown temples were raised high, his sharp teeth were curled to both sides of his mouth, his waist was tied with blue ribbons, his feet were wearing bright red boots, and he held a sparkling steel mace. He looked around and wanted to choose a person and devour him.

The four of them came to Jingshi and his group and stood ten feet in front of them, staring at everyone tightly, without saying a word.

Jingshi frowned, struggled to stand up, chanted the Buddha's name, and said in a deep voice: If the little monk guessed well, the four must be the ten Yin Zhengshu of the Hall of Yama Hall, the horse's face, the wasp, and the leopard tail.

The four of them grinned, not knowing whether it was a smile or something.

Everyone was shocked and thought to themselves, it turned out that these four people were the most vicious and murderous ten Yin generals in the world. The portrait on the Taiping List was not exaggerated at all. This ugly and horrifying

The appearance is even more than that.

The first one snorted coldly, and two white air spurted out from his nose, and said in a muffled voice: The little monk has a good vision, I am a bullhead. His tone is low and his nasal voice is very strong, so he looks like an old bull.

The second man spoke as he was as quiet as he did, but his mouth was still chewing something while he was speaking, and he only heard him say: Horse Face. After leaving this sentence without any end, he started chewing on his own.

In addition, the short two men did not make a sound, but just stood sinisterly, still staring at everyone.

Jingshi, Mei Yan and several other men were fine, but Ye Suling and Hua Xiangyi were so scared that Hua looked pale, her face was pale, and her limbs were cold.

Jingshi frowned and looked at the man wearing a short yellow jacket and a white beard and said: This must be Lord Hornet.

The man's red eyes flashed with a cold light, and he laughed twice.

Jingshi looked at the last man with gray-blue hair and reddish-brown sideburns and said: Then you are the leopard tail.

Jingshi paused and said: It is reported that the two lords and the other two Yins in the palace, with fish gills and beaks, respectively, managed land animals, birds in the sky, fish in the water, insects on the ground, and other animals in various places, which really surprised the monk.

The wasp said gloomyly: Shaolin is worthy of being Shaolin, and the little monk knows a lot.

The leopard tail continued with a cold voice: There is another thing, can the little monk know?

Jingshi was stunned for a moment and said: Please forgive the stupidity of the little monk, please speak.

The leopard tail swallowed a sip of water, stuck out his tongue and licked the pair of pointed teeth, and said word by word: All wild beasts like to eat people.

Everyone did not expect Leopard Tail to say this and frowned. When the two girls Ye Suling and Hua Fengxi heard that this person actually wanted to eat them, bitter water suddenly surged in their stomachs, and they felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

At this time, Lin Xizhao shouted loudly, drew out his sword, pointed at the four of them, and said coldly: Don’t talk nonsense here, and today I will eliminate you monsters and monsters for the righteous way of the world.

Qingchuan's silver pupils suddenly contracted, tightening the jade-handled dragon in his hand.

The wasp sneered twice and shouted: Brothers, come on.

Leopard tail said anxiously: Don't cut their necks. If the blood is dry, the meat will be no longer delicious. After that, he raised the steel mace and smashed it on Lin Xizhao.

While Lin Xizhao was calling, Mei Yan quickly brought Jingshi and the two girls aside and whispered: Junior Sister Ye, Junior Sister Xiang, please take care of Senior Brother Jingshi and hold a battle for us.

After saying that, he drew out his sword and jumped to meet the three steel forks that had jumped to meet the bull's head, while Qingchuan faced the horse's face, An and Lin Xizhao faced the wasp's tail respectively.

Jingshi chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice and said with concern: Be careful, then sighed helplessly. He thought to himself: This trip outside the pass is full of hardships and dangers, and he is seriously injured by a villain and is unable to take action. If these junior brothers and sisters have some problems, how can they explain it when they go back, how can they feel good about their conscience?

Ye Suling, who was beside him, said softly: The four brothers are very skilled in martial arts, and Senior Brother Jingshi is relieved. If the situation is a little wrong, Senior Sister Xiang and I are still here. Senior Brother Jingshi should not treat us as delicate women.

Jingshi had no choice but to nod helplessly and said: I'm going to bother the two junior sisters like this.

Seeing the four people fighting in the venue, they had already flew out of the temple one after another. The two had to support Jingshi and then left the ruined temple.
Chapter completed!