Sealing Sword Chapter 158: Years (Part 2)

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Zhao Bingmo won.

The moon-moving sword method was fighting against the Buddha Quanjing. Both of them had no strength. When they were about to lose the game, Duan Ya Daochang finally took a shot, blocking Zhao Bingmo's knife with a sword, and strangling Sekong with a brush. Fist, it was enough to make them stop.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that if Sekong's fist was three inches away from Zhao Bingmo without his stopping, her knife had almost cut his throat.

Zhao Bingmo won half of the move. The monks were furious, and the onlookers shouted at him, but she was full of joy-no one knew the victory or defeat better than the two warring parties. Zhao Bingmo regarded himself very high, but did not If he could stop Sekong's punch, if it weren't for the opponent to keep his strength secretly, I'm afraid it would be a step ahead of the punch to break the heartbeat.

Sekong still shows mercy to her under the premise of knowing the bet. In Zhao Bingmo's view, he just acquiesced in willing to go with her.

She put away the knife, no matter how many gossips behind her back poked her spine, she still laughed: "Monk, you lost."

After this war, the three mountains and four seas were full of surprises. Wuxiang Temple was in the limelight during the battle of Sijue Valley. Sekong was even more famous and powerful. The woman stumbled on her body.

Bai Dao Ren emphasizes his face and reputation, not to mention a monk who does not speak any words. Sekong agreed to the contract but lost the battle. If he breaks the contract and avoids entering the mountain monastery, he is treachery; if he promises to abandon the precepts and return to the secularity, there will be no phase temple for many years. Clear names must be turned into picture cakes.

During the ten-day period, some people sneered and scolded, some praised and blessed, some people sat and watched jokes, and more people were full of calculations. For Zhao Bingmo, none of this matters.

On the tenth day when the east was light, she went to Wenchan Mountain. There were few monks along the way, all of them were sweeping monks and novice monks doing morning classes. Seeing her, she ran away like a torrent of beasts. Zhao Bingmo didn't care either. She carefully changed into a new red dress, got up early and pasted the hairpins with blue silks, but she couldn't be ruined on the way.

The skirt is full of curls, and the ring is jingle bells. Normally, it only takes an incense stick to go to the vertical and horizontal directions. She walked slowly and down-to-earth for half an hour before finally reaching the gate of the temple.

The flowery smile solidified at the corner of the mouth before it bloomed. The temple gate was closed and there was no one outside.

"Monk, open the door." Zhao Bingmo came forward and knocked, "I'm here to pick you up."

"..." No one answered behind the door.

"Monk, open the door." Zhao Bingmo's eyes were dimmed, "The ten-day period has come, are you going to treachery?"

Suddenly there was a number of "clams" from behind the door. It seemed that a sword soldier was unsheathed, and murderous intent was pierced through the door panel. Zhao Bingmo almost instinctively backed away, and the scimitar hidden in the wide sleeve was about to move.

She slowly became cold, and her hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter: "Monk, if you don't come out anymore, I'm going to force it."

"...Amitabha Buddha." For a long time, Zhao Bingmo couldn't restrain himself, and then came a gentle voice from behind the door, "Zhao Donor, this is the pure place of Buddhism, and the madness is irrelevant, please Come back."

He paused and spoke very slowly, like a rusty nail embedded in Zhao Bingmo's heart. She almost rushed in and asked to understand, but she was held on her shoulder by life.

"Miss Zhao, please go back." Duan Ya didn't know when he was behind her, his palm seemed so light and heavy that she couldn't move an inch.

Zhao Bingmo only noticed that something was wrong, and she was stunned on the spot.

Sekong’s refusal to stay behind closed doors was treachery to He Lianyue. She was qualified to break in and ask her to understand, and no one else could beak her face to face about this matter, but... from beginning to end, "He Lianyue" never exist.

She is Zhao Bingmo, the sister of Soul Burial Palace Lord Helian Shen, and the "Raksha Girl" who has risen to fame by the Demon Dao. The battle of Sijuegu was infected with the blood of many white Daoists. Lianyue was tolerant, but couldn't tolerate Zhao Bingmo at all.

Identity is like a layer of window paper. When it's intact, it hides all the opaque things under the eyelids. After piercing it, it will show up, and there is no room to stay.

Even though the Wuxiang Temple is unwilling in every possible way, even if the various schools of Baidao are unhappy, they will not rush to kill the innocent He Lianyue. If Sekong breaks the contract, it will be negative, even more. Will be ashamed.

But once her identity is leaked, Wuxiangsi will no longer have any worries. People who have a good impression of Bai Daozhong will turn against her. Everything that Zhao Bingmo does will change from deep affection to unpredictability. Their treachery is justified.

Good planning, good planning, good... means.

Zhao Bingmo stroked the veil with one hand, her pupils tightened, her voice trembling slightly: "It's you, right?"

She has always been careful. After the Demon Dao Big Bi Liwei, she covered her face with a ghost to prevent prying. Even the incarnation "He Lianyue" is still inseparable. Except for being seen through the identity by Duan Ya in Sijue Valley, Zhao Bingmo couldn't find it for a while. To the second person who can leak the wind.

At that moment, her mind buzzed, her eyes were blurred, and what Duan Ya said Zhao Bingmo couldn't hear clearly. She rushed forward and kicked the door, but the door was pushed hard. Her feet didn't kick it away.

"Open the door!" she hissed, "Sekong, you promised me! Open the door!"

She took fourteen shots in a row, her palms were red and painful, but she still only exchanged a sigh of "Amitabha Buddha".

Zhao Bingmo's heart cooled down bit by bit, she had no scruples, the scimitar was showing up, and she was about to cut it with a knife, Duan Ya held her blade with a sword, and shook her back. Holding the sword in front of the temple.

"Miss Zhao, please go back." Duan Ya whispered, "Poverty Dao is entrusted to be loyal to others, Jian Duan will not let you go to the temple before death."

Duan Ya is ten years old, and is also a friend and teacher. He is gentle and appropriate in the world. He never makes it difficult for people to do things. He speaks and works more calmly and reliably. That is, Zhao Bingmo treats him as his brother. There will be this moment.

He has always been warm and moist like jade, transparent and introverted, and has a more ancient charm than Sekong's tranquil and pure saint. Until now, he is shocked, revealing the sharp edge that has been in the sheath for a long time, and Zhao Bingmo's eyes hurt.

She let go of her bleeding lips, her internal force gathered her voice, and her anger was filled with anger: "Sekong, open the door! You come out now, otherwise I will slaughter the temple, and you will go with me!"

Behind the door, someone suddenly shouted angrily: "Shameless witch, what a big tone!"

"Witch, you killed my brother in Sijuegu, and you are still talking about it!"

"The demon girl should be killed!"

"..."

In a flash, Zhao Bingmo’s ears buzzed with cursing, and I don’t know how many white Taoists gathered behind this door. However, she has not given up in half of her life, and it is naturally even more impossible now.

The sword and the sword collided sonically, Zhao Bingmo deliberately rushed in and stole people away, but was unable to break through the end of the sword and move half a step. If it is a sword to kill, Zhao Bingmo will not be able to win, but he will never fear him. However, Duan Ya uses gossip and two rituals to contain her body, and deliberately uses the "soft" sword to unleash her strength and fight a life and death battle. It was dragged into a wrestling battle, and he was even taken out of this place of right and wrong, and rushed into the forest one after another.

On that day, Zhao Bingmo could not defeat Duan Ya after all, and naturally he could not break into the Wuxiang Temple, and he did not even see Sekong a glance.

In order to stop him from killing, Duan Ya drove Zhao Bingmo down to ask Chan Mountain, staring at her with hatred and guarding the mountain road, blocking the entire mountain behind him, and refused to give up half a step.

For the first time in her life, she came home unfailingly, and she lost terribly.

Zhao Bingmo drove her horse back to Mizong Ridge. The whole magic way had seen enough jokes, and she didn't know how to arrange her into the mud. After all, the soul burial palace has hidden the new leader in the magic way. If you can satisfactorily ridicule at this time, no one will miss the opportunity.

The people in the magic way have always acted indiscriminately and without cover. During the three months since Zhao Bingmo returned to the Wandering Ridge, I don’t know how much contempt and sarcasm he has suffered, and Helian Shen feels even more dull. Although her status in the Soul Burial Palace remains unchanged, her reputation is notorious. Even the new rudder master dares to ruin her behind her back: "Zhao Bingmo, she is really a bastard. A good student in the magic way will be raised, and now I am out of water, and I have tasted the fishy of the Baidao man, I think..."

He couldn't finish his words, and the dagger that pierced from his mouth to the back of his head was choked in his throat forever. Zhao Bingmo let go, glanced across every face on the wine table, and slowly raised a smile.

The congratulatory banquet that day became a blood banquet. Two of the eight new rudder masters of the eight soul burial palaces died, and the remaining six had their tongues cut alive, covering their blood-filled mouths and crawling to find He Lian Shen.

Helian was very angry and angry. When he rushed to the place of the incident with his knife, he saw Zhao Bingmo line up six **** tongues on the table. His eyes were like ghosts. He gave birth to him for a while. Frightened, and inexplicably a trace of distress and hatred rose from the bottom of my heart.

Distress is the feeling of brotherhood, and hatred is rushing to all the people in Shuangkong and Baidao. He was extremely wary of Zhao Bingmo, and he had no lack of use, but in the final analysis, Helian Shen was unaccompanied in the world except her.

In the end, he did not punish Zhao Bingmo severely, but only put him in a dark prison for three days, and then called He Lianyu to try to find some lessons for Bai Dao, but he didn't expect news from his subordinates that Zhao Bing The moth passed out in the prison.

Helianshen heard the second news that shocked him before he even mentioned it. The doctor diagnosed that Zhao Bingmo was pregnant.

Helianshen overturned the table case on the spot and was extremely angry. If Helianyu hadn't spoken out to discourage him, he would almost choke his subordinates to death.

"The palace lord calms down his anger, now is not the time to vent his anger." He Lianyu frowned and said warmly, "Sister has a arrogant temperament and a strong martial arts. Others can't get close to her, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid it's the monk who made her blue eyes...Oh, all monks and gentlemen are all nonsense." Helian clenched his fists tightly, "because of this, we must never leave this kind of evil."

Helian Yu said: "I think A sister didn't give up on the monk, I am afraid I don't want to kill this child, the palace lord may force her to conflict again, it is best to do something secretly."

Helian Shen tolerated his anger, and immediately ordered the healer to make some clues in the medicine, but he did not expect the wind to leak, Zhao Bingmo knew.

Sure enough, as Helianyu expected, she broke out of the black prison and wounded the guard post, and left Mizongling to the Wuxiang Temple.

It was cold winter at this time, the north wind was whistling, the heavy snow was flying, Zhao Bingmo was wrapped in the cloak but did not dare to ride the horse, so he could only rely on light work to drive on, and he fought with the chasing soldiers of the Soul Burial Palace for a few games along the way. Huangshan School Boundary.

After all, human beings are fleshy and mortal, and the strength is unsustainable. When she fell in the snow, her whole body began to become stiff and cold, and her internal strength barely protected her heart and belly, and her fingers curled up in the snow. After a long time, he stood up and saw a few pairs of boots.

Feng Ruogu, a disciple of the Wushuang faction, came to the Huangshan faction in the name of his teacher to celebrate the ascent of the new head Guo Feizhou. The two were about the same age and talked about being alive, so they took a few disciples into the mountain winter hunting, but they did not expect to meet To Zhao Bingmo.

Zhao Bingmo was already a little delirious at that time, he could barely see the human face, and recognized Feng Ruogu, who had been a little affectionate, instinctively said, like a gossamer: "Save...Save me..."

Feng Ruogu looked at her for a long time before realizing that the embarrassed woman was He Lianyue, who was amazed by the mountains and rivers in Guyang City that day, and was also the proud and powerful Zhao Bingmo in Sijue Valley.

He was silent for a moment, knelt down and took Zhao Bingmo's hand, and smiled softly: "Miss Zhao..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "click" and he unloaded Zhao Bingmo's right wrist!

Zhao Bingmo's face turned pale, Feng Ruogu still held her hand, dragged her life, leaned in front of Guo Feizhou, and smiled: "Guo, Shicai, you once sighed that the magic way is now shrinking. , It’s hard to have an opportunity to become famous, don’t you have a demon girl to your door now?"

Before the words finished, Zhao Bingmo drew a knife with his left hand and slashed out. Feng Ruogu was caught off guard, and blood suddenly appeared under the knife. However, the knife didn't go deep, and one hand held the blade tightly.

Guo Feizhou, "Flying Eagle Claw", has a pair of strong and powerful palms like iron tongs. If it is normal, Zhao Bingmo is not afraid of him, but now it is like Shura.

She stepped back step by step, but behind her were all Huangshan school disciples, unable to retreat. Seeing Guo Feizhou and Feng Ruogu approaching, Zhao Bingmo suddenly asked: "Where is Sekong?"

"Bitch, Master Sekong is tired of you and is forbidden to go to the Pagoda. Do you still have the face to ask him?" Feng Ruogu sneered, "Fortunately, he has a clear sense of right and wrong, and he has sworn not to have anything to do with you again, until next year Today I am afraid it is the first master of Wuxiang Temple."

Zhao Bingmo paused, held his right wrist with his left hand and pushed hard, then looked up at them: "What did he say?"

The person who answered her this time was Guo Feizhou, and the man's iron and stone face showed irony: "Master Sekong said... ‘When you see the Tathagata, color is emptiness."

That is to see the Tathagata, the form is the emptiness; the heart and tolerance, Amitabha.

Unprecedented fatigue came along with pain. Zhao Bingmo finally did not support it this time, as if the string that had collapsed to the extreme had finally broken, she closed her eyes.

When she woke up, she found that she was in a carriage, and the person guarding her was Helianyu.

"If we didn't come in time, Sister, your head would be the merit of Guo Feizhou and Feng Ruogu." He Lianyu handed her the water pouch, "The people of the Bai Dao, the children of Buddhism, are indeed more merciful than us. Because of this. Because of this, they have installed righteousness and righteousness in their hearts, and naturally they can't tolerate you. Sister, after all, the palace master has brotherhood with you, and it's not too late for you to look back now."

Warm water poured into her throat to dilute her blood. The expression on Zhao Bingmo’s face changed, and He Lianyu could see grief, anger, gloom, and unwillingness from her eyes... However, all these expressions eventually settled into awe-inspiring Arrogance.

"Sekong doesn't want me, I will definitely make him regret it." Zhao Bingmo touched her abdomen with one hand, and said every word, "I will regret if I don't want him."