Riding the Pheonix Chapter 112: Dead man

The Baoling Temple was in chaos.

The furnishings were knocked over, flowers and trees were broken, and debris was thrown everywhere.

In a remote Buddhist temple, a stretcher with corpses was thrown casually on the ground.

Even if we bring the army, we still don’t have enough manpower.

The crowd needs to be evacuated and someone needs to organize an escort.

The people involved need to be escorted, but there are no traces.

The monks of Baoling Temple must be controlled so that no one can be left behind.

The underground granaries need to be inventoried. This is clear evidence.

There is also the Sutra Pavilion, which contains an agency that is densely packed with incriminating evidence. You must not ask anyone to take away the things.

Weighing the importance, we will leave a dead man alone for the time being and send a soldier to guard the door. There shouldn't be anything wrong.

The soldier guarding the door stood upright. When he heard the footsteps, he turned his head alertly and shouted: "Who?"

A soldier in the same uniform as him came out of the darkness, bowed slightly, put one hand on his lower abdomen, and said anxiously: "Brother, if your belly is not obedient, how can there be a latrine?"

The soldier replied: "I just came here, how do I know about the latrine? You can just find a place to stay."

The man looked left and right: "It's so dark that I can't see clearly. Brother, can you point me in the direction? Where is it more remote?"

The soldier did not doubt that he was there, and turned to look to the right. Just as he raised his hand, the man in front of him suddenly rushed forward, covering his mouth with one hand, and the dagger held in the other hand had already been stabbed into his abdomen.

The soldier's eyes widened and he stared at the man in front of him.

This is a face that cannot be found in a crowd. It still retains the smile when it was asked just now, but the knife inserted into his lower abdomen was twisted, turning the organs in his body into a ball of flesh.

The soldier's eyes lost focus and his body went limp.

The man helped him in time, then dragged the body into the hall and hid it behind the door.

He walked up to the body placed casually on the stretcher, looked at it quietly for a while, squatted down, and then stretched out his hand...

The moment his hand touched the other person's nose, the eyes opened.

Then his hand was knocked off.

"Ha!" The man sat down on the ground and took off his helmet, "I knew you were not dead."

Corpse - Ming San slowly sat up, covered his chest which had just recovered and had an irregular heartbeat, and said with a bit of disgust: "A bunch of fools are smarter than I thought."

"It seems like you, a smart guy, have been tricked?" the man said with a smile.

Ming San’s face darkened.

He still can't figure out how the fact that he is still alive could be exposed.

When he appeared in the secret passage, the two people looked not surprised at all.

"I want to ask you something." After thinking for a moment, Mingsan decided to ask, "Is it possible for a soul that has been transformed into a vicious soul for ten years to speak?"

The other party tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "This possibility is almost impossible. You know, after death, most souls will obey the laws and enter reincarnation. Only those with particularly strong obsessions can stay. Even if they stay These memories will gradually be wiped away and become a senseless wandering soul. Not to mention it has become a vicious evil. This kind of thing has no sense at all."

Ming San was a little irritated: "But no one will reveal the fact that I am not dead yet and the evidence hidden in Baoling Temple except the dead man."

The other party touched his chin for a while and finally said: "If you insist that someone can do it, then this person's mystical skills must be at the pinnacle."

Ming San glanced at him: "Can't even compare to you?"

He nodded: "I can't even compare."

Ming San was in disbelief: "How is this possible..."

The man didn't pay much attention, looked at the people outside who were gradually fading away, and said: "Don't waste time, hurry up and leave. Later, someone will think of you as a 'dead man', and it will not be easy for us to escape. ."

Ming San stroked his chest and felt that his heartbeat had almost recovered, so he slowly stood up.

Fake death medicine, this thing can cause great damage to the heart and brain. If the situation wasn't critical, Ming San wouldn't have taken it so easily.

If he really falls into Jiang Wenfeng's hands, rescue will be very difficult. And if the rescue fails, they will most likely silence him - after all, he knows many secrets.

Ming San doesn’t want to die yet. He can be a dead man in a small dark room for ten years. His will to live is stronger than anyone else.

"Let's go!" The man waved to him after exploring the road, "There happens to be an opening now. Jiang Wenfeng led his troops down the mountain, while the other person is still flying on the Immortal Stone."

As Ming San followed him out of the Buddhist temple and walked through the darkness, he asked: "Since you are here too, why didn't you take action before? Regarding the Feixian Stone, if you are willing to help, with your mysterious This technique is definitely a sure thing."

The man sneered: "This is your mission, why should I interfere? Don't forget, I never agree with your plan."

"What's the use of standing by and watching?" Ming San said coldly, "If you are willing to intervene, I will not waste these ten years."

The man chuckled: "I am a Xuanshi!"

"So what?"

"Xuanshi, I want to sweep the world and protect the common people." He sighed softly.

Ming San sneered: "The people you killed did not do enough evil? Why bother pretending!"

"You don't understand." He said, "When I became a disciple, I swore an oath. ~IndoMTL.com~ I can kill people with my knife, but I can't kill people with mysticism. Only you can do that. Those who start by themselves and have only scratched the surface will have nothing to worry about."

This tone revealed a kind of indescribable pride or self-pity.

Ming San thought it was ridiculous, but he was not going to argue any more.

Now he is the one in need of help. If he was left alone in Baoling Temple, he would most likely not be able to escape.

It doesn't matter. he said to himself.

There may be ninety-nine failures in life, but as long as there is one success, the rewards will be unprecedentedly rich.

He can wait.

Over the years, he sacrificed his wife, his daughter, his family, and even himself.

Long patience will pay off one day.

The man in front suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Ming San asked in a low voice.

The other party said: "Something is coming."

After saying that, he quickly took out a magic talisman from his sleeve, turned it into mana and flicked it out.

There was only a soft "chi" sound, and a thin shadow quickly fled into the distance.

"Hey! It's actually a spirit!"

Ming San has been studying mystical arts by himself over the years, and he reluctantly opened his eyes. He saw that it was a small white snake, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was another soft sound, and the companion who was chasing the spirit suddenly stopped.

"Where are we going!" A voice sounded lazily, "Master Mingsan."

Ming San looked up and saw a man and a woman standing among the trees under the faint moonlight.

The man was dressed in a golden crown, but he had been torn a lot during the day and his clothes were torn in several places.

The woman stood quietly behind him, stretched out her hand, and guided the little white snake into her palm. ...