Sealing Sword Chapter 139: Blood debt

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The east will be bright, and the mountain breeze is still.

Because of a long time of raising the breath and running wildly, Hengyuan’s throat has already smelt of blood, but he dared not stop at all, following the footsteps of Step Xueyao through the vast mountains and forests, behind them there is a team of black clothes people.

Compared with the "Sky Spiders" that Hengyuan had seen before, this team of "Devil Scorpions" loaned by Zhao Bingmo lacked the treacherous sense of hypocrisy, but was a bit more silent and dangerous. Hengyuan was in front of them, only feeling like a thorn on his back, and the soft blade of grass stepped on under his feet seemed to become the tip of a knife, making life hurt.

Such a horrible feeling, Bu Xueyao has become accustomed to it. The "Devil Scorpion" is Zhao Bingmo's personal guard, and all of them have scorpion tail tempers like hers, which will pierce people from time to time. In normal times, even if Bu Xueyao coveted this power, he would never dare to touch his hands. However, in an urgent situation, Zhao Bingmo had to delegate power in exchange for the assistance of the "Sky Spider", and Bu Xueyao had to use the "Devil Scorpion" to reach purpose.

Hengyuan watched him walking flat in the rugged mountains and forests, and he was very familiar with the surrounding roads and trails, and he felt "thumping" in his heart-he had been asking about the mountain for eight years, not to mention the whole mountain. Palm, but also deliberate, but Bu Xueyao's appearance is even more familiar than himself.

Bu Xueyao previously said that kerosene was hidden in the mountains, Hengyuan also said that he was a bluff, because he was active in the mountain temple all year round, and he had been in and out of the temple for three or two months. He did not notice the matter, and the enemy is only now. Confided, who knows if Bu Xueyao will be a guise for nonsense?

Now, it seems that even if it is false, it is mixed with a bit of truth.

With his eyes narrowed inaccessible, Hengyuan asked in a soft voice: "Hallmaster Step, this is not the way down the mountain."

Wenchan Mountain is composed of the main peak and several attached cliffs. The east and south sides are equipped with mountain roads for access, the north is where the back mountains such as Du'e cave are located, and the sunset cliffs on the west are adjacent to the river. Ten miles of Xiling.

Hengyuan listened to Bu Xueyao and Zhao Bingmo discussing traps for the enemy, and the place where the kerosene oil should be buried should be on the road down the mountain, so that it can lure the enemy to drive directly when pretending to be lost, and it can be more timely after the calculation is completed. retreat.

But the road that Bu Xueyao walked is all the way to the west.

Bu Xueyao did not stop, but said: "Hengyuan, I heard that Sekong became a master and apprentice to you, but actually treats you as his own, but when I ask you to give him medicine, you will Promise so simply?"

Hengyuan took a meal and immediately started to rise again, saying: "I am not a Bodhi or a layman."

"Well said, how many living beings in the world don't suffer for their livelihood? People do not serve themselves, and the heavens are destroyed." Bu Xueyao smiled, and his eyes fell on him, "But if you don't betray, follow Sekong has been mixed for more than ten or twenty years, and after that he will be his successor. Even if the martial arts is not good, there is a temple of Wuxiang. It is still fame and fortune, and there is no need to recite the name. The things I gave you are good, but not good. To this point."

As the voice fell, Hengyuan saw a flower, and found that his walking was temporarily suspended. More than 20 "devil scorpions" surrounded him, and Bu Xueyao stood outside the ring and brushed his sleeves, laughing. It was full of meaning, like a poisoned needle hidden in his eyes.

A panic flashed across Hengyuan's face, pinching his fingers and forcibly calming down: "Hallmaster Bu suspects that the little monk's plan is false, and the secret plan is true?"

"Although Zhao Bingmo hates this mad woman, what she can say does make sense." Bu Xueyao stared at him coldly, "Since this period of time, most of my energy has been in Du'e Cave. You returned from Tanglin. Because of your identity, I opened up the authority to arrange secret piles and sentry posts. Now Baiguimen quietly enters the game, but I haven't heard the least bit of wind beforehand. If there is no inner ghost, I will believe it? However, after thinking about it, apart from myself, the only person who has the opportunity to help them cover is you."

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and Hengyuan flirted with his monk’s robe and knelt on his knees, saying: "Although the Lord Bu’s words are reasonable, the little monk has never had the slightest intention of disobedience, let alone do it privately. Wait for things, otherwise the'Sky Spider' would have noticed and notified the Lord, how can we wait until today?"

Bu Xueyao has always believed in the ability of the "Sky Spider", but this time it did indeed stumble upon his conceit. He narrowed his eyes and said, "So, I need you for a reason, which can be better than gold and silver. It can convince me...the reason for betraying Wuxiangsi and Sekong."

If it was someone else, Bu Xueyao would cut the grass and roots whenever he had a little suspicion, but now Hengyuan is still a useful pawn. If it is killed like this, Bu Xueyao is still a pity his value.

The short period of time seemed to be stretched at this moment, Hengyuan stiffened, his expression changed, moments of grief and moments of anger, and finally all returned to the repressed madness for a long time.

One second before Bu Xueyao lost his patience, he finally heard Hengyuan's answer: "Please stand back, the little monk can only tell you the reason."

Frowning, Bu Xueyao looked at him up and down and waved for "Devil Scorpion" to move on.

When the last man in black also disappeared, Hengyuan said to Bu Xueyao: "Little monk...The layman's surname is Guo, his name is from Huangshan, Xichuan, Mo, Seoul."

Bu Xueyao raised his eyebrows: "Mohancheng Huangshan School? Who are you Guo Feizhou?"

Hengyuan took a deep breath: "My father."

Zhao Qing's "Blood Hades" became famous in the Huangshan faction eight years ago. There were 134 people in the house and none of them were alive. However, the head of the house, Guo Feizhou, was leaning on a pair of "flying eagle claws" when he was alive. Once well-known in the world, the martial art under his management does not say how strong it is, but it is by no means a mere trifle.

However, the Huangshan Sect was in ruins overnight. Guo Feizhou's pair of "Flying Eagle Claws" was chopped off and fed to the dogs. Such a murder shocked the entire rivers and lakes.

Of course, Zhao Qing couldn't do this. It was his mother Zhao Bingmo who helped him kill Guo Feizhou.

Zhao Bingmo's love for her son became mad, and Bu Xueyao was not surprised that this mad woman would do this for Zhao Qing. He just hooked his lips: "I thought the Huangshan faction would have died long ago. ."

"When something happened, my mother hid me in a pile of dead bodies..." Hengyuan's voice was a little trembling, "I was injured at that time and passed out. I don't know what happened afterwards. When I woke up I can only smell blood and burnt smell, and there are many flies flying in my ears... Fortunately, the master is here."

The Wuxiang Temple and the Huangshan Sect belong to the territory of Xichuan. Sekong, who had been in seclusion for a long time, rushed over from the mountain and rushed to Huangshan before the others. He also found Guo Wei who was about to go to Huangquan to see his parents.

Bu Xueyao laughed: "Then you should be grateful to him and hate us so much."

"It was true at the beginning...I hate Zhao Qing, Zhao Bingmo, and everyone in the Soul Burial Palace. He regards the Master as my last trust. He doesn't dislike my bad roots and accepts me. Take care of my disciples and teach me carefully." Hengyuan’s lips slowly curled up, "But he has been so good to me, but he has been reluctant to spread my "Futu Fist Sutra" or help me take revenge. I didn’t do it. Be demanding, thinking that diligence can make up for one's weaknesses, and will always give an explanation to the souls of the dead in the rest of life, until five years ago..."

Five years ago, the host Ji Qingyan passed away. Sekong took Hengyuan from Xichuan Wenchan Mountain to the Dongling Wangchen Peak, just to mourn this close friend. But just after they worshipped away from the mountain, they saw Zhao Bingmo on a remote mountain road.

That was the first time Hengyuan saw this enemy clearly. On the night of the incident, Zhao Qing went crazy and murdered. Zhao Bingmo sent his men to scavenge and indulge the mad dog to tear and kill the Huangshan school disciple. She herself raised a knife and asked Guo Feizhou, who threatened Zhao Qing the most.

Hengyuan was suppressed by the corpse and did not dare to breathe. He only had time to take a quick glance. He did not see the shocking picture of the crescent attached to the cold blade and slashed the claws of the flying eagle, but saw the mountains the next day. The wild dog gnawed at the painful scene of the familiar palm.

"I went up to fight with her, and lost in less than three rounds. I begged the master to take revenge on this witch, but..." Hengyuan teased the corner of his mouth, "Master stopped Her knife said to her, "Don't come and be safe."

Bu Xueyao laughed. He remembered the rumors and whispers of the old man in the burial palace, and looked at Hengyuan's angry appearance, as if watching a good show.

"I think Master accepting me as a disciple is compassionate, but when you think about it carefully, the Huangshan Sect has no friendship with Wuxiang Temple. It is already benevolent for him to save me. Why accept me as a disciple?" Hengyuan said, "Heaven No one would be nice to another person for no reason, either he had no other intentions or he felt guilty. Master... was just atonement for another person. He was so good to me but he didn't teach me the "Fantasy Fist Sutra", and he was afraid that I would learn it. Go to seek revenge from that person after success."

After a pause, he sneered: "A respectable monk has an affair with a murderous female devil, and he gave birth to a crazy bastard, what a ridiculous thing!"

The moment he knew the truth, it was like a sudden fall of the city wall leaning on his back, and the collapsed gravel buried him underneath, smashing his body to pieces.

"I hate Zhao Bingmo and Zhao Qing, but I hate...Master even more." Hengyuan looked up at Bu Xueyao, "But the Wuxiang Temple is still one day, so I have to be detained in this temple. ; Master is still safe for one day, it is impossible for me to seek revenge from Zhao Bingmo."

Bu Xueyao smiled and said: "So you don't hesitate to put down your hatred for the time being and cooperate with the Soul Burial Palace, you want to use our hands to remove obstacles and regain freedom, and wait for the opportunity to avenge Zhao Bingmo. If I am not mistaken, Zhao Qing's death Should you have a copy?"

"It was the little monk who sent the Taoist Master Xuan Su of the Supreme Palace to the Buddha Tower, asking him to break through Zhao Bingmo's men to rescue Zhao Qing." Hengyuan smiled nervously, "Zhao Qing died. Well, it's too cheap for him."

"I thought I overestimated you, but now I still underestimate you." Bu Xueyao stepped forward, leaned over and raised his chin, "It's a pity that you told the truth that you are destined to talk to the soul Palace is the enemy."

"The little monk hates the mother and son of Zhao Bingmo, not the master of the temple." Hengyuan joined his palms and chanted the Buddha's name. "Although the little monk is a monk, he also knows the truth that'one mountain does not tolerate two tigers', Zhao Bing If he bullies others and suppresses the Lord in everything, does the Lord have no plans of his own?"

Bu Xueyao's fingers pressed slightly: "Little monk, smart people often die early."

"People who pretend to be stupid are more damned." Hengyuan looked directly into his eyes, "The little monk only wants Zhao Bingmo's life, and the hall master wants to replace her. If the hall master of suitable talent is not tempted, he will not According to the words of the little monk, she will withdraw the'devil scorpion' and waste time with the little monk at this critical juncture."

Bu Xueyao's eyes turned light and she slowly let go of her hand: "Can you help me?"

"The kerosene trap is very important. Naturally, the lord of the palace must not pretend to be outsiders, but... Zhao Bingmo may not be credible." Hengyuan looked at him, "She has an affair with Xi Buddha, and now Because of Zhao Qing’s death, the layout of the soul burial palace was almost completely disrupted by her. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, I think the palace owner should have a ruler in his heart."

Bu Xueyao gave a cold snort.

He is not a fool. Since he can doubt Hengyuan, there is no reason not to doubt Zhao Bingmo. It's just that he didn't have the strength to fight against Zhao Bingmo, and He Lianyu's disappearance made him lose the threat of Zhao Bingmo's reliance, so he could only let it go for the time being.

"I did mean to take her down for interrogation, but unfortunately, I can only think about it. This woman is used to tricks. Except for the scorpion who is loyal to her, the rest are also deceived by her. Now Chaos into a pot of porridge."

Heng Yuan said: "As long as it can be proved that Zhao Bingmo's actions are conspiracies, the Soul Burial Palace will of course not leave this traitor. Even if Palace Lord Helian is not present, you and Palace Master Xiao can also use this Reorganizing the manpower from the beginning is not without her chances of winning against her."

Bu Xueyao pursed the corner of his mouth: "How easy is it to let her show herself?"

Hengyuan’s voice is slightly cold: "We can’t do it, just let others come... Now she and West Buddha are living in the temple, and those white Taoists full of etiquette and morals are also present, and I am still a West Buddha." /

He acted cautiously, and there was the infiltration and cleaning of the soul burial palace stakes. There were not many people in the temple who knew that he secretly passed the soul burial palace. Now that the abbot is dead, he has always felt guilty to Hengyuan. He would not say this as a last resort, leaving him nowhere to survive.

"I want to go back and identify their personal affair." Hengyuan smiled slightly, "Zhao Bingmo's response is the answer to whether she has betrayed. Once it is done, she will either turn to the right path on the spot for protection, or We were destroyed by the same way with Xi Buddha, no matter which one is good for us."

Bu Xueyao stared at Hengyuan, as if he had met this young monk on the first day.

He has always been gentle and introverted. Compared with Hengming and Xuansu, Hengyuan is too inconspicuous. But such a person, from a chess piece to a chess player, now wants to bite someone.

Bu Xueyao raised his lips, took out a bone whistle from his arms and threw it in front of him: "If things happen, use this as a proof!"

"Yes!" Hengyuan lowered his head, obediently like a dog.

Bu Xueyao walked far away from him, and Hengyuan slowly got up, his knee hurt and he staggered.

It was also because of the shaking of his body that he escaped a flying knife in the volley. However, the next moment a soft, thin, fiery red ribbon turned around like a snake and strangled his neck.

"Ah...Miss Xue?"

With a tight neck, Hengyuan was brought to the ground, and Xie Zhang struck him with a knife.

Xue Chanyi and the others broke through the mountain temple in the chaos. They were originally going to find the Baidao people trapped outside for help, but they didn't want to have killers ambush along the way. They fought and avoided, and gradually deviated from the others. , Come here.

Xie Zhang has a deep inner strength. The first one heard the sound of footsteps. Xue Chanyi promptly made everyone crawl in the dark and hold their breath before hearing such a thrilling conversation.

Xue Chanyi said coldly: "Whether you have a thousand grievances and grievances, you have to be wronged, have a debt, and have a debtor. Hatred is not a reason for you to help the evil!"

Xie Zhang said: "Chan Yi doesn't need to talk nonsense with him, he tied this person to the mountain temple, so that everyone can wake up and try to pry out the remaining hidden stakes in the temple from his mouth!"

Xue Chanyi retracted Chi Xuelian and waved his hand to let his subordinates step forward and tie Hengyuan up. The young monk did not resist, but slammed at the bone whistle on the ground and said: "Miss Xue, please take this."

Xue Chanyi sneered and said: "Do you think I will give you a chance to talk indiscriminately?"

"No. The little monk finally tricked this out of Bu Xueyao's hands. If the girl abandons her shoes, she would have spent the little monk's painstaking efforts in vain." Hengyuan was **** by the five flowers, and her words were not tepid, "This It’s Bu Xueyao’s unique token. According to the plan, as long as I bring people around the trap he arranged to blow this object, he will immediately light the fire oil. In addition, this bone whistle is also his proof of summoning the “Sky Spider”. With this thing, why can't you use the tactic of suspecting soldiers?"

Xue Chanyi's face changed, and he was surprised: "You--"

"The girl doesn't need to believe me, just think about it, and there should be a means available." Hengyuan lowered his eyelids, "Blood debt is as deep as the sea, grievances have their own masters. Little monks are not famous for their civil and martial arts. Cultivation to become a Buddha is just to be a person."

Life in the world is the most difficult. The difficulty lies in understanding your grudges and comparing right and wrong.