Sealing Sword Chapter 117: Trap
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Zhao Bingmo loves her son like life, and everyone in the Palace of Soul Burial knows.
No matter how much they ridiculed the lunatic in their hearts, they would pretend to be in front of them, because Zhao Qing is nothing, but Zhao Bingmo is not easy to provoke, even He Lianyu would give her three points. Avoid its edge.
But now, Zhao Qing is dead.
Zhao Bingmo leaned against the stone wall with his hands around his arms, expressionless.
There was no madness, no murder, she staggered after listening to the letter, and the next moment she stood firm and said nothing.
Bu Xueyao was frightened, but he didn't dare to say a word. He couldn't even say the hypocritical comfort of "Sorrow", so he could only enter the Du'e Cave in a hurry.
According to Zhao Bingmo’s instructions, he was going to send someone to catch the animals one by one. He planned to use a blood sacrifice to soothe his anxiety, but he didn’t expect that the gang of trash would enter the secret room and they were soon Forced out, he fell to his feet in all directions, like mud that could not be supported.
The things that Bu Xueyao brought with him were naturally not a lot of waste. Those who had been controlled by drugs certainly had no ability to drive them out. Thinking of this, he calmed his eyes and pushed the door into the secret room.
Sekong was still sitting cross-legged in the cave, touching the strings with his fingers, pressing them one by one, and the sound of the piano vibrated.
He is a blind man, Step Xueyao is light and powerful, if he hadn't had these people who would go crazy when seeing people, he could have approached quietly.
A man rushed forward, and Bu Xueyao was about to pierce the opponent's throat with a backhand. Seeing the light of blood appeared, the sound of the piano suddenly changed, but when he heard the sound, it seemed like thunder exploded in his ears, Bu Xueyao His muscles and veins were shaking, his chest became stuffy, blood rushed to his throat, and he barely swallowed it back.
The man missed his head, and the knife brushed his neck, but Bu Xueyao suddenly shook his wrist, and the blade fell down and sank into the man's chest.
The smell of blood permeated the secret room, Sekong frowned, but his actions slowed down. The music of "Wen Shui" penetrated into the ears, stroking people's hearts and making people's movements slow. .
"He is not dead yet." Bu Xueyao knew that he had exposed his deeds, and simply opened his mouth, kicking the animal who had just fallen to the ground under his feet, and the latter groaned extremely softly, "But if I don't save him , It will be soon."
Sekong's palm pressed the strings and said nothing.
"West Buddha is really a good method. The medicine of the slave family has never lost its effect. You can calm down their irritability and prevent the medicine from spreading with indulgence." Bu Xueyao curled his lips. "With the power of Xi Buddha, you will be trapped by the slave family in this small crossing hole. It is nothing more than a compassionate heart, and your kindness does give these people a chance to be saved, but their lives are paid. In the hands of the slave family, if I want, let alone the Buddha, the Lord Yan cannot keep it."
Sekong finally spoke: "Save one's life and win the seventh level of the Buddha."
Bu Xueyao smiled openly, with a slightly ironic tone: "In this life, the slave family can't be a good person. There are too many rules and troubles. Since you are a bad person, of course you will be bad, even after death. The eighteen layers of **** have been walked one by one, and it is not in vain to live and kill at this time. The master should not cross me, the Buddha is destined, but the heart of the slave family has long been rotten."
Sekong shook his head and said: "These people, how can you let them go?"
"If people do not speak secret words, I can let them go. I think the master will not believe it." Bu Xueyao smiled, "If you don't make a deal, I will keep them here, and then I will not interfere. Life and death have their own destiny, see if they can wait until the day they are rescued...As a condition, the master will go with me and see our palace lord, how about?"
"The Lord of the Palace of Helian asked about Zen Mountain, the poor monk should welcome him from afar, but..." After a pause, he said, "Although the donor is not a monk, he should treat each other with sincerity."
Bu Xueyao raised his eyebrows: "Why did the master say this?"
"You didn't intend to let these people go. The front of the conversation implies a murderous intent. Although the poor monk is blind, he is not deaf."
If Sekong really leaves, none of the people in this cave will survive.
Bu Xueyao's expression turned cold.
This old bald donkey said that the four monks are empty and the mirrors are clean. In fact, they have a lot of eyes. They are more difficult to fool than many people that Bu Xueyao has seen. They are really old and not dead.
It is reasonable to say that if you are soft, you should be hard, but Bu Xueyao knows his own weight. He has good martial arts, a ghostly body, and poisonous skills. It is worthy to sit firmly as the lord of the Suzaku. .
However, he is not Sekong's opponent.
This time, I was able to trap Sekong, thanks to the fact that the opponent was blind and believing in the wrong person, and was stabbed in the back by his disciple. He took the opportunity to lay people and sacrifices as a situation, taking advantage of the compassion of the Buddha Trapped people here.
But no matter how much, Bu Xueyao can't do it.
His fingers rubbed a small bottle around his waist. There was Bu Xueyao's intensive poisonous spider, and his most proud poison. It was only rubbed for a while, and finally let go.
Sekong has Xuanxinqin in his hand, one string and one tune hides the front of the machine, and Bu Xueyao is difficult to approach, and ordinary poisons can't help the masters of internal power, and increasing the dose may damage Helianyu. In this way, he was also restrained, really annoyed.
He was in trouble, and suddenly heard a sneer from behind.
Bu Xueyao hasn't turned his head, a cold light has passed before his eyes, as if a crescent moon in the sky turned down, and across the sky in an instant, only the flying star fell.
The star smashed to the ground, but it was scarlet.
The one closest to Bu Xueyao's sacrifice has no head.
The headless body fell to the ground, just hitting the back of Bu Xueyao's feet, but his face paled when he was used to killing.
The head is still on the moon.
A crescent blade hooked the blood dripping man's head. The man couldn't catch his eyes, but he slowly stroked his eyelid with a hand.
"You can't even do this little thing well, I think you are getting better and better."
Zhao Bingmo pulled up the corners of her mouth, her face was still bloodless and pale, but her eyes were still so unbelievable. She glanced at Bu Xueyao, then threw the head in the air and slammed it firmly on Xuanxinqin.
The head hit the strings, making a dull and strange noise, and the smell of blood came out, and there was a trickle of red dripping down the strings and soaking Sekong's hands.
The Buddha's fingers are as steady as Mount Tai, shaking lightly at this moment.
He couldn't see, he could only turn his head in the direction of the sound, and heard the familiar sound——
"Old bald donkey, since you are compassionate, then I want to kill it for you." Zhao Bingmo faced the high old monk, with turbulent winds in his eyes, and returned to stillness in the next moment, "You If you want to save people, don't be a tortoise, take your life from my knife!"
The afterglow of dusk, the moment of magic.
Chu Xiwei personally sent Ye Fusheng away.
The two of them exchanged identities and both pretended to look like each other. Ye Fusheng led a group of people down the mountain secretly, while Chu Xiwei walked in the Wuxiang Temple with his appearance and identity.
Ye Fusheng was still joking before leaving, saying that the two were getting together little and more apart, but Chu Xiwei just laughed without saying a word, but was anxious.
They all said, "If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the midst of each other" (Note), they are naturally not idiotic, but the time left for them is really not much.
Regardless of the current situation is compelling, good fortune and misfortune, the strange poison of "You Meng" has not been solved, Ye Fusheng's time is running out. Now that Sun Minfeng's whereabouts are unknown, the "extremely cold blood" is still not heard from, and Chu Xiwei sees him more and says one more word, and is worried that this is the stolen time.
He's anxious, but he can't mess around.
Back to the left wing, Xuan Su was already waiting in the room. Ye Fusheng deliberately confessed it before leaving, but when he really saw Chu Xiwei dressed like this, he felt a sense of trance.
Of course, there is no shortage of easy-to-displace players in the Hundred Ghosts. Although it is not as seamless as Xiao Yangu, it is also superb. The mask is generally made in the same way, and the subtle differences are also added. Chu Xiwei's stature was similar to Ye Fusheng's, and slightly used her bone shrinking technique to press down, and she was more reticent. Not to mention outsiders who didn't know each other deeply, even Xuan Su almost didn't see the clue.
He knew for the first time that there are people in this world who can imitate each other so far, even their eyes and small movements are brilliant, if it is not talented, or the two are too familiar.
Xuan Su felt a little subtle, but he grew up in the mountains and hadn’t seen these worlds, so he had to eat back all the doubts in his stomach and didn’t talk too much. He just poured a cup of tea and said, "The martial arts conference will be tomorrow. It's started."
Chu Xiwei has been busy mobilizing personnel and arranging route plans this day. Until now, she returned to Wuxiang Temple and raised her eyes: "Who will host?"
The Buddhist scripture building was on fire, and the abbot was dead. Who can preside over the meeting for him?
"The fire disaster in the Tibetan scripture building has actually been done for the soul burial palace, but if you can hide the fire and thunder in the temple, in any case, Seruojian Temple has an unshirkable responsibility and has to retreat. Repent of sins and help from the side to make up for the merits. The affairs of the temple will be replaced by Hengming and Hengyuan for the time being." After a pause, Xuan Su said, "Today I take this matter to unite everyone to put pressure on it, and Hengming had to say that he will go to the first tonight Edong, please go out and preside over the overall situation, but I am worried..."
"Sekong was imprisoned in Du'e Cave by the envoy of the Soul Burial Palace, and Hengyuan was riding a tiger again this time. They must hand over the'West Buddha' in order not to stun the snake." Chu Xiwei tapped his finger on the table." From this, two things can be determined. The first is that the person who burned the Buddhist scriptures must not belong to Helianyu. Such practices are cruel and cold but effective, forcing the soul-burial palace into chaos. The second is that we will see tomorrow. "West Buddha", either is fake, or has been controlled by them. Either way is an opportunity for us to seize the footsteps of the funeral palace."
Xuan Su looked dazed.
He had a grievance with the innocent deaths of Taoist Duan Heng, the abbot Sejian, and the monks in the Jinglou. He hated the arsonists for using the sword to seek revenge, but now after Chu Xiwei's analysis, he was shocked. I feel that the person who committed such a **** crime turned out to be beneficial to him.
In the overall situation, this is a good move, but in terms of Xiaoqing, it is difficult for him to accept it.
However, things are a foregone conclusion.
Chu Xiwei glanced at Xuan Su's complex expression and didn't say much. He had another calculation in his heart. Although there was an accident in the burning of the Buddhist scriptures building, he did not hesitate from the analysis of his behavior and standpoint. , Chu Xiwei suspected Zhao Bingmo.
He remembered what Shen Wuyou had told himself before leaving: "Zhao Bingmo is a mad woman, who uses all means to achieve his goals, so you can't help but believe her, and you can't trust her completely."
If Zhao Bingmo burned the Buddhist scriptures building, she might have to calculate the Buddha Pagoda, but Chu Xiwei didn’t understand. With Zhao Bingmo’s vision, it would be impossible to send someone to rob prisoners. Lost the wife and broke down.
People say that Zhao Bingmo loves her son eagerly and regards Zhao Qing as his life, but according to Chu Xiwei's observations over time, Zhao Bingmo is like the predecessors and the last, and he is very anxious when facing Zhao Qing's situation. , But indifferent and thin as looking at an outsider.
If it's not that her brain is sick, she should have a trap in her heart.
As the sister of the former soul burial palace lord, she can still climb to the position of Zuo Guardian, which is under the control of Helianyu, which is one person and more than 10,000 people. Zhao Bingmo's ability can be compared to very people. Since she is not crazy, that means she has made a choice.
Throw the bait, catch the big fish, and wait until the king enters the urn.
It's just that everything has a cause and effect. Zhao Bingmo sets up such a trap and is willing to trap the wolves. What is it for? What's the reason?
All thoughts rolled in her heart, and suddenly Chu Xiwei was shocked!