Chapter 13 Chapter Eleven

October 6, 2006, at 21:48.Temple of witchcraft. Like the Ice Palace, the Witch and Curse Palace is not large in scale, but it exudes a mysterious and primitive atmosphere. The walls are full of murals from ancient times: bare-chested primitive men hunting, herds of horses being driven to run, singing and dancing to celebrate the harvest. Fang Yuan saw a mural of sacrifice.A beautiful young girl was tied up on the altar with a sympathetic face. Beside her stood a wizard wearing a scary mask, waving to the crowd of people under the altar.All the people were kneeling, listening to his instructions devoutly.

In the next picture, the wizard seems to have finished conveying the oracle of the god, and still looks down at the tribe with a mask on.Those clansmen who were kneeling had already stood up, holding hands and dancing wildly around the bonfire, full of hope and longing for the future.No one ever cared about that young girl who was tied to the altar.At this moment, her head was hanging down, apparently dead, being offered as a sacrifice to the so-called god. Fang Yuan wanted to read on, but heard a strange sound.The sound didn't seem to be made by humans, but more like the neighing of a wounded horse on the battlefield, beating heavily on the heart.Her body convulsed inexplicably, as if she was wrapped in something, and she couldn't breathe.

She wanted to cover her ears quickly.However, it was useless, the volume of the voice was not loud, but it could penetrate through the gap between her palms, stimulate her eardrum, and transmit to the brain center through nerve cells. Breathing became more and more difficult, as if a flying insect was "buzzing" in her ears, which made her dizzy. Witch?Is this the legendary witch spell?Although Fang Yuan was mentally prepared for the witchcraft, she did not expect it to be so uncomfortable. Witchcraft is the oldest culture of mankind, and it plays an irreplaceable and important role in the development history of human civilization, affecting the mental development of the entire human being.Whether it is the ancient oriental civilization, the later western civilization, or even the primitive Indian civilization in America, the shadow of witchcraft culture is hidden in it.

China has regarded witchcraft as a kind of mysterious knowledge since ancient times. The person who masters witchcraft is called Wuzhu, who communicates with the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth on behalf of the monarch.Later, Wu Zhu evolved into an official position. The family of Zhou Gong in the Western Zhou Dynasty was Wu Zhu. He was not only the prime minister, the actual ruler, but also an extremely smart Wu Zhu.Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who has always been wise and powerful, also killed him and his two grandsons because he suspected that the prince Liu Shi had used witchcraft on him.

Fang Yuan was thinking wildly, when there was a burst of chanting beside her: Om Ah Hum Banza Guru Pa Ma Siddhi Hum. It was as if a gust of cool wind had blown away the flying insects in Fang Yuan's ears and scattered the distracting thoughts in her mind, and her mood gradually calmed down. Late last night, her body was almost controlled by a strange musical instrument sound, completely disobedient to the command of her nervous system, and turned into a walking dead.When it was extremely critical, someone recited this strange sutra, and she survived.Now that I think about it, the person who chanted the scriptures must be Fang Zhenyi.

The strange sound disappeared. Fang Yuan looked back, and saw Fang Zhenyi's treasured appearance was solemn, as if possessed by a god or Buddha. "What are you reading?" "The Vajra Guru Mantra." "Oh, it's different from what we speak? Is it Sanskrit?" "It is Tibetan, a kind of Tibetan Tantra. There is a term in Tibetan Tantric Buddhism called blessing, which means adding Buddha power to all living beings. "Vajra Guru Mantra" is a secret mantra passed down by Master Rinpoche. These twelve Words are the emission of his wisdom heart and have his blessings. Therefore, reciting the "Vajra Guru Mantra" can obtain huge blessings and merits, from ignorance, action, consciousness, name and form, six entrances, touch, feeling, love, Liberate from the twelve causal conditions of grasping, existence, birth, old age and death."

Fang Yuan wanted to ask again, but Fang Zhenyi waved his hand: "Now is not the time to talk about this." He walked into the hall of witchcraft and searched along the murals.It is said that every priest's palace has an exit leading to the Luna palace.However, it was not seen in the witch curse hall.Obviously, it was a secret door. Fang Yuan followed Fang Zhenyi and walked slowly. Then, she saw an eagle in flight. The humans and horses on the murals are all in thick lines, but a few strokes are extremely vivid.However, this eagle was painted very delicately.Especially the eyes, which are indescribably weird and gloomy, looking at her coldly, vicious, cold, and with a hint of irony, as if an evil god and demon is looking at a humble creature on the verge of death.

Fang Yuan shivered. Looking carefully, I found that the eagle was not on the mural, but on the oil painting.Below the eagle is a gorgeous sea ship sailing in the blue sea, and a handsome young man stands on the deck, as if he is listening and looking for something.In front of the boat, a group of coquettish mermaid sirens were laughing and singing. Fang Yuan had heard of this story.In ancient Greek mythology, those beautiful sea monsters have beautiful and moving voices, and they lure young men sailing with their sweet songs, causing their boats to crash on the rocks and then the boats are destroyed.

No wonder, the eagle's eyes are so strange and gloomy.Legend has it that eagles can smell the death breath of their prey.It had long anticipated the end of the young man on the ship. This oil painting looks out of place in the original mural.Fang Yuan looked a few more times, and found that the eagle's eyes were moving! Why do the eagle's eyes move? In the witch curse hall, except for the door they came in, there are walls everywhere.Generally speaking, if you want to see others, others can at least see your eyes.If you want to monitor them without being discovered, the best way is to camouflage your eyes, such as this eagle eye.

Fang Zhenyi was still groping ahead, completely unaware of the change in Hawkeye in the oil painting. Fang Yuan yelled: "Fang Zhenyi, watch out for Hawkeye!" At the same time, the bottom of the feet rotates, and the wall also rotates with the ground.Fang Yuan couldn't stand still, fell to the ground, and spun along with the ground. Fang Zhenyi hurried over, but was still a step behind.The ground under his feet was also spinning, and the wall protruding out of nowhere blocked his way. Fortunately, the spinning stopped shortly thereafter. Fang Zhenyi walked around the wall to find where Fang Yuan was, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Fang Yuan!" Fang Zhenyi looked around in a daze, and heard a faint moan. she hurt? Fang Zhenyi followed the sound, Fang Yuan was lying on the ground, her hair was disheveled, covering her face. "What's wrong with you?" Fang Zhenyi stepped forward and helped Fang Yuan up. Fang Yuan coughed slightly, and when Fang Zhenyi approached, she suddenly yelled loudly! Fang Zhenyi covered his chest as if he had been hit hard, and took a few steps back. This person is not Fang Yuan.It's vanilla, the descendant of the witch priest. It turned out that she activated the mechanism to isolate Fang Zhenyi and Fang Yuan.Then, she knocked Fang Yuan out, hid her, changed into Fang Yuan's clothes, and waited for Fang Zhenyi. Although witchcraft is magical, it needs to be close to the opponent, especially when the opponent is restless, fearful and greedy. Vanilla smiled smugly.However, within a few seconds, she couldn't laugh anymore. Fang Zhenyi just rubbed his chest, and whispered a few words of "Vajra Guru Mantra", as if nothing happened. "How is it possible?" Vanilla couldn't believe it, a few strands of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. Fang Zhenyi said expressionlessly: "Just now, your witchcraft has been broken by me with the sound secret of the three secrets of Tantric Buddhism, and the soul has been damaged. You should have stopped it. However, you are obsessed with it and want to harm others. , force yourself to use witchcraft. Now, your aura has collapsed, and there is not much time left." Vanilla smiled bitterly: "Witching spells are useless to you at all?" "I can only say that your witchcraft can't hurt me." "If that's the case, why did he let me guard the witch spell hall?" Vanilla leaned against the wall and slowly closed her eyes. This time, she couldn't wake up again. Fang Zhenyi shook his head and walked over silently. In another room, he found Fang Yuan who was in a coma. October 6, 2006, 22:05.Lowering the head hall. The Jiangtou Hall was very messy, some of the tables and chairs were broken, they were placed randomly, the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust, it looked like no one lived in it for a long time. "No one here?" Fang Yuan poked her head out from behind Fang Zhenyi, looking around. "I don't know." Fang Zhenyi didn't relax his guard, and held on tightly to the strip-shaped package. "Among the five people who died today, none of them died because of surrender. Back then, the dementor priest was not the only one who rebelled, right?" "During the rebellion at the altar, the descendant priest supported the dementor priest. I heard that they both died in a fight with the poison priest." Fang Zhenyi's gaze slowly moved around the room, telling Fang Yuan, "Be careful!" , follow me, don't walk around." The two walked cautiously into the Jiangtou hall. Neither of them noticed that in a dark corner, a small black figure silently smiled strangely at the two of them. The glowing stones in the walls suddenly went out. Fang Yuan quickly grabbed Fang Zhenyi's hand, but Fang Zhenyi threw it off unceremoniously. He held the emergency light in one hand, and tightly grasped the strip package with the other, like an unsheathed sword, threatening and mighty. The emergency lights shone everywhere, but no one could be seen. "Don't be afraid, the fluorite is just blocked." The light of the fluorite will not disappear, it is just embedded in the wall, and there is already a layer of slate outside, covering the light, giving the feeling as if the fluorite has gone out. In the darkness, a small black figure slowly approached without making a sound.He walks like a cat, with his palms touching the ground first, and there is a void in the middle, and the soles of his feet fall silently. Then, the two heard the sound of a child laughing. The child's laughter was full of joy, and the childish voice was very pleasant, but in the silent night, there was an indescribable evil spirit. The wind blows, and the chill suddenly rises. Fang Yuan felt a bone-chilling chill, and her hairs stood on end. "Little ghost descend?" Fang Zhenyi's face changed suddenly, and the hand holding the emergency light seemed to be trembling slightly. Fang Yuan hid behind Fang Zhenyi, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is there really a little ghost descending in the world?" She heard that the little ghost drop is the most powerful head drop technique in Nanyang. It is refined from the fetus of a pregnant woman or the corpse of a child who died young. It is divided into Buddha oil ghosts, worship ghosts, and blood ghosts.Among them, vampires are the most vicious. The head-down master feeds them with his own blood. He has a lot of resentment and great power. "Maybe, maybe not." Fang Zhenyi didn't answer, but slowly put down the emergency light, raised his head and howled. But the howling sound was clear, sonorous, high-pitched, continuous, and sent far away, reverberating vigorously, making Fang Yuan's ears numb. The child's laughter was suppressed by Fang Zhenyi's howling, and he laughed dryly a few times, extraordinarily jerky, as if being suppressed by something heavy. Fang Zhenyi's first howl continued, followed by a second howl, overlapping each other, faintly having the air of a ruler over the world. This time, the child's laughter completely disappeared. Fang Zhenyi stopped screaming, lifted the emergency light on the ground, and shot behind him. Behind him stood a girl in white with a black silk scarf covering her face, looking at him coldly. Fang Zhenyi yelled lightly: "Pretending to be a ghost!" The black silk scarf was taken off, and it was Cheng Linghan. "It's you?" Fang Yuan had an impression of Cheng Linghan, remembering that she was Liu Xueyi's friend. "Hello, Fang Yuan." Cheng Linghan greeted Fang Yuan with a smile. "You...you are the descendant of the descendant priest?" Fang Yuan couldn't believe that such a delicate and cute little girl would learn such horrible and evil things. "I don't want to learn either, but I can't help it." Cheng Linghan said with a sigh. "No way?" Fang Yuan cried out, "If you don't learn, who can force you to learn?" "Her family forced her to learn it." Fang Zhenyi interjected, "Her head-bending technique is passed down from family. If I'm not mistaken, the head-bending priest is her ancestor." "If I'm not mistaken, you are the successor of the group of monks in the Shengjin Pagoda." Cheng Linghan's smile disappeared, and he said murderously, "You, like them, like to meddle in their own business! A meddling person , there is only one ending, and that is death!" The expression on Cheng Linghan's face became more and more strange, and he said repeatedly: "A meddlesome person has only one ending, and that is death..." Fang Yuan asked curiously, "What are you talking about so many times?" Fang Zhenyi looked solemn, grabbed her hand, and looked at Cheng Linghan nervously. It turned out that at some point, Cheng Linghan's head left her body and flew towards them slowly. Fang Yuan was so surprised that she couldn't even close her mouth. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really wouldn't have believed that a person's head could leave the body without dying and babbling vicious words. There is a short story in "Liao Zhai" about the speech after the head leaves the body, called "Quick Knife". Ask to let him do it.As soon as the soldier swung the knife down, the thief's head rolled out a few steps away, turning on the ground for a while, and praised: "What a fast knife!" However, the thief died after only saying three words, but Cheng Linghan kept talking, with a fierce look in his eyes, and kept sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, as if seeing the best delicacy in the world. "Flying head down?" Fang Zhenyi's eyes were full of doubts. Legend has it that flying head drop is the most powerful type of head drop technique. After practice, the head drop master can fly away from the body and live by sucking blood. Cats suck blood, dogs suck blood, and people suck blood. Human blood, especially the fetus of pregnant women. Cheng Linghan's head was getting closer and closer, but there was no smell of blood. Fang Yuan hid behind Fang Zhenyi, not daring to look. In fact, Fang Yuan has been through so many things, and her courage has long been tempered.If she was facing it alone, she certainly wouldn't be so timid, because there was no one to rely on.But with Fang Zhenyi, with support, naturally he would not rush into battle. Flying head down, how could there be no smell of blood? Fang Zhenyi chuckled, blocked Fang Yuan with his body, and the emergency lights turned around to reflect. Where the light reflected, Cheng Linghan in black was standing only five or six meters away from them. It turned out that Cheng Linghan they saw for the first time was just a reflection in the mirror.Cheng Linghan was not wearing a white dress at all, but a black dress, standing behind the headless puppet in a white dress. Then, she deviated from the puppet in the white dress and slowly approached Fang Yuan, but what was shown in the mirror was her approaching Fang Zhenyi. Fang Zhenyi slightly raised his hand behind him, only to hear a "bang", and countless glass shattered. Cheng Linghan wanted to go around Fang Zhenyi to catch Fang Yuan, but was hit by the strip-shaped package in Fang Zhenyi's hand, and stood up with difficulty while holding onto the ground with one hand. Fang Zhenyi frowned: "Are you really the descendant of the descendant priest?" "Yeah." Cheng Linghan just stood up, but fell down again, "Is it very disappointing? It turns out that the descendant priest is so vulnerable." Fang Zhenyi said: "You don't know how to descend from a little ghost or fly with your head!" Cheng Linghan sighed and said, "I wouldn't know it." Fang Zhenyi walked forward slowly, leaned over and saw the black petals faintly showing on Cheng Linghan's face, and couldn't help being stunned. Cheng Linghan smiled, and Fang Zhenyi let out a breath. Black, with an intoxicating and fragrant aroma. The distance was too close, and it was too late for Fang Zhenyi to hide. "what is this?" "Love drop." Cheng Linghan said with a smile, "The only head drop technique I've ever learned." "The little black flower on your face is the love flower?" "Yes." Cheng Linghan coughed, "I'm sorry, I was backlashed by love, I can't help myself, I can only pass it on to you." "It's okay." Fang Zhenyi said politely, "Now, I can go." Cheng Linghan smiled wryly: "You can leave anytime, I couldn't keep you in the first place." "goodbye!" Fang Yuan was full of doubts, but Fang Zhenyi dragged her out of Jiangtou Hall. After Cheng Linghan waited for Fang Zhenyi to leave, he slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. "He also used Fengcheng blood spotting technique on you?" An old voice unexpectedly came from behind. "Yes." Cheng Linghan didn't turn his head, as if he knew there was someone behind him, "But you don't have to worry, he has fallen in love with me, and he may attack at any time." "Love falls, can it hurt him?" "As long as he has love in his heart, he will be hurt by love." Cheng Linghan smiled, "Over the years, I have only learned this kind of head-bending technique, you should believe me." "I never trust anyone. Sometimes, I don't even believe in myself." The voice behind him became stern, "I hope he can be like you said, love fell into a serious injury and died. Otherwise, your ending It won't be much better than Liu Xueyi." Thinking of Liu Xueyi's ending, Cheng Linghan couldn't help shivering. Fang Yuan followed Fang Zhenyi who was walking silently, and asked, "Why didn't you speak? Did you fall into Cheng Linghan's scheme just now?" "Ok." "What did she do to you?" "A love drop." "Love drop?" Fang Yuan seemed to realize something, "No wonder Liu Xueyi made Yang Haoyu like her, did she use love drop on him secretly?" "yes." "Then why did she show love to you?" "She only knows this kind of head-down technique." "So, she deliberately pretended to use Little Ghost Drop and Flying Head Drop to make you relax your guard, and then use your sympathy to check her injury and hit her with one blow?" "yes." "Then what will happen to you? Will she also be forced to fall in love with someone else?" "No, the love drop in me is different from the love drop in Liu Xueyi's. It is the love drop that the caster was bitten back by." "What will happen then?" "will die." "..." October 6, 2006, at 22:28.Gu Poison Hall. In the center of the hall sat a young boy, tall and burly, sunny and handsome, smiling at them with dimples on his cheeks. Fang Yuan didn't know him, but he looked familiar. "Are you a medical student?" "My name is Chu Yucheng, and I'm the main attacker of the school men's volleyball team." Chu Yucheng seemed like a close friend, "Why are you here now? It made me wait so long." Fang Yuan asked, "Are you waiting for us here? Are you the descendant of the poison priest?" Chu Yucheng asked back: "If I say I am not, do you believe me?" Fang Yuan replied honestly, "I don't believe it." Fang Zhenyi lowered his voice and said to Fang Yuan, "Stand here, don't go in yet." "why?" "There are strange things in the Gu Poison Hall." Indeed, in the Hall of Frozen Ice, the Hall of Witch Curse, and the Hall of Lowering Heads, none of the descendants of the priests stood up as brightly as Chu Yucheng.Facts have also proved that these people are far from Fang Zhenyi's opponents. Even the descendant of Priest Minghuo ran away when he saw Fang Zhenyi. Why did Chu Yucheng dare to challenge Fang Zhenyi? Could it be that his strength is far superior to those of the descendants of the priests, and he is sure of winning against Fang Zhenyi? Fang Yuan didn't believe it. There must be some kind of ulterior conspiracy hidden in Chu Yucheng's smile. "Be careful." "Ok." Fang Zhenyi handed over the emergency light to Fang Yuan, and walked slowly towards Chu Yu City. The smile on Chu Yucheng's face became even more treacherous: "You are Fang Zhenyi, right? It's so late, are you hungry? Would you like some supper?" "No need." Fang Zhenyi carefully observed the surrounding environment. No traps, no one else.There was only a red table between Chu Yucheng and him. However, the color of the red paint on the table made him very uncomfortable, it was too close to the color of blood, and he could smell a faint smell of blood. "You guessed it right, this table was dyed red with human blood." Chu Yucheng took out an iron box, opened it, and there were several colorful poisonous snakes inside. He reached out and took out a poisonous snake, tore off the snake's head abruptly, put the bloody snake body into his mouth and sucked it, and then looked at Fang Zhenyi viciously, as if what he sucked was not the body of the poisonous snake, but Fang Zhenyi body. "You are injured." Fang Zhenyi said lightly, "and it is a serious injury. Although you seem to be fine now, if you don't treat it properly, you will have endless troubles. If you want to use snake blood and snake gall to detoxify, it is simply impossible. Useless." "What's none of your business?" Chu Yucheng didn't appreciate it, "You'd better care about yourself." "I'm fine, thank you for your reminder." Fang Zhenyi said neither humble nor overbearing. "Really?" Chu Yucheng laughed strangely, "You will be ill soon." He threw away the snake's body, reached out and wiped his lips full of snake blood, grinned a few times, and suddenly blew a few whistles sharply. Fang Zhenyi listened carefully, and heard a subtle "buzzing" sound, layer upon layer, as if countless mosquitoes were flying around his ears. Then, a wasp the size of a thumb flew towards him. Fang Zhenyi's complexion changed suddenly, he turned his head and ran, shouting as he ran, "Fang Yuan, run!" Fang Yuan was slightly taken aback, but before she could understand, Fang Zhenyi had already run to her side like lightning, pulled her and ran back. Behind, the "buzzing" sound became louder and louder, like thunder.A big black mass came whistling behind them. It turned out that it was a poisonous bee!Thousands of poisonous bees!Chu Yucheng actually raised a group of murderous poisonous bees in the Gu Poison Hall! Fang Zhenyi ran so fast that Fang Yuan couldn't keep up with him and almost fell down several times. The two ran back in a panic, in a panic.The flying speed of this kind of poisonous bee is not fast, but it has never left, and it has followed behind. The two were running, and a person walked towards him and was almost knocked down. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Fangfang from the Ice Palace. What is she doing here instead of waiting for rescue in the Ice Palace? "Run!" Fang Yuan was out of breath.Even so, she kindly reminded Fangfang. Fang Zhenyi didn't say a word, and pulled Fang Yuan with all his strength to pass by Fang Fang. Before Fangfang understood what was going on, the poisonous bees swarmed on her frantically. "Ah—" In an instant, Fangfang's body was covered with poisonous bees, densely packed, layer upon layer. She was lying on the ground like a wounded earthworm, writhing constantly.However, no matter how hard she struggled, there were more and more poisonous bees. Fang Zhenyi ran a long way before he stopped, gasping for breath. At this time, Fangfang could no longer make a sound. Fang Yuan shook off Fang Zhenyi's hand, and wanted to go back, but was held back by Fang Zhenyi again. "You went to die in a meaningless way." "Then what do we do now?" Fang Zhenyi tore off the sackcloth on the strip package, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, and sprinkled the medicine powder on it. He found a wooden stick, wrapped the sackcloth around it, and made a small torch. He tiptoed to a place more than ten meters in front of Fangfang's body, and lit the torch. Fang Yuan smelled a faint fragrance, her feet felt weak and her body was numb. "what are you doing?" Fang Zhenyi said, "It's killing viruses." It turned out that he was fighting poison with fire. Poisonous bees have a very sensitive sense of smell and rely on their sense of smell to find food.The poisonous powder used by Fang Zhenyi can emit a scent similar to flowers after burning. Sure enough, the poisonous bees on Fangfang's body flew to the torch again, like moths to a flame.However, the poisonous bees flew in front of the torch for at most three to five seconds before falling to the ground. Not long after, a poisonous bee fell to the ground next to the torch. "Okay! I want to see what else that kid has." Fang Zhenyi said bitterly, and it was the first time he was so embarrassed. Returning to Gu Poison Hall again, Chu Yucheng's face was obviously a little unnatural. He blew his whistle a few times, but only a few sporadic poisonous bees flew out, which were lightly shot down by Fang Zhenyi with a strip package. Chu Yucheng sighed softly, and a golden butterfly appeared beside him, flying around him. "What a beautiful butterfly!" Fang Yuan exclaimed. "Golden butterfly?" Fang Zhenyi was taken aback, "You actually learned the golden butterfly Gu?" Chu Yucheng sneered: "You didn't expect that, did you?" Fang Zhenyi shook his head: "You have been seriously injured, and if you apply the Golden Butterfly Gu, will your body be able to take it?" "Isn't it because of you?" Chu Yucheng said viciously, "If you die, nothing will happen." While talking, the golden butterfly flew over, like an animation scene in a dream, with an intoxicating fragrance. At a distance of seven or eight meters away from Fang Zhenyi, Kingdee suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Fang Zhenyi like a shooting star. Fang Zhenyi didn't dodge, just waved his hand, as if a white light flashed past. It's Jianguang! What a fast sword! The sackcloth on the strip package completely fell apart, revealing an antique sword. The sword was in the scabbard, as if it had never been drawn out. The golden butterfly, as hard as iron, was sliced ​​in half by the sword in Fang Zhenyi's hand, and fell to the ground like a dead leaf. As if being hit hard, Chu Yucheng's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "What kind of sword are you holding?" "Suppress the fire." "It turns out that the legend of the Shengjin Pagoda is true. There are really three swords in the world: suppressing fire, dispelling wind, and subduing Jiao." Blood began to flow from the corners of Chu Yucheng's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. Fang Zhenyi shook his head and said, "Why are you doing this?" "Don't be too happy!" Chu Yucheng forced himself to stand up, staggering, muttering something. A strange thing happened: the golden butterflies that had been cut in half slowly leaned together, as if they were tightly attracted by two magnets.Then, its wings kept trembling, and it flew up again! "Shou Jin destroys bones, immortal King Die?" Fang Zhenyi sighed softly, "There really is such a thing in the world." According to legend, the Golden Butterfly Gu was originally a mutant of the Golden Silkworm Gu, which has a strong regenerative ability similar to that of an earthworm.Unlike earthworms, golden silkworms and golden butterflies cannot regenerate two living bodies, but the muscle tissue at the wound quickly dissolves, forming new cell clusters, and bonding the wound. King Die danced around Fang Zhenyi, keeping a distance of seven or eight meters, not daring to approach him. It is a spiritual creature, it almost died by Fang Zhenyi's sword just now, and I was suspicious, so how dare I try the sword again? However, its owner, Chu Yucheng, refused to give up, repeatedly urging it and ordering it to attack Fang Zhenyi. King Die seemed extremely irritable, and flew back to Chu Yucheng, shaking her head, as if communicating with Chu Yucheng. Chu Yucheng was extremely impatient, and the curse became more and more urgent and louder. Finally, Kingdie couldn't stand the urging of Chu Yucheng's curse, and spread its wings, but the target of the attack was not Fang Zhenyi, but Chu Yucheng! It bit Chu Yu's neck lightly, flew to the depths of the underground passage, and disappeared suddenly. Chu Yucheng stopped the curse, put his hands on his neck, and said with a wry smile: "It would rather betray me than attack you." "That's because it knows it's a dead end." Fang Zhenyi said flatly, "It doesn't want to die with you." "I'm dead, and it won't survive three days." "For it, three days is considered three days. Mayfly emerges, and it lives and dies. It can break out of its cocoon and turn into a butterfly, which is also an anomaly. You have been controlling and restraining it, and you only regard it as a sharp weapon for killing people. As everyone knows, as a spiritual creature between heaven and earth, it also has its own ideas and pursuits. You and it have never reached the realm of human gu unity, so it will abandon you at the critical moment of life and death." "Maybe you're right. But it's not important anymore." Chu Yucheng's eyes suddenly showed hope, "You are a disciple of Buddhism, tell me, is there really a Western Paradise?" Fang Zhenyi was silent. "I'm so tired!" Chu Yucheng sighed softly, and his head fell limply on the table. October 6, 2006, at 22:46.Magic Sound Palace. The layout of the Magic Sound Hall is quite elegant, with beautiful pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings, and carved railings and jade brickwork everywhere, which is antique. The walls and benches are filled with all kinds of musical instruments, which are spotless, and some surfaces have been polished to shine. A young man sat quietly in front of the sandalwood table, wearing a high crown and Hanfu, extremely elegant and elegant, with a hint of the style of a nobleman. "It's you?" Fang Yuan seemed very disappointed, "Ji Zhenxuan, I really didn't expect that you are the descendant of the priest of the magic sound." A girl always hopes that a good boy will love her wholeheartedly, even if she doesn't love him at all.Even Fang Yuan was no exception to this point. Yes, she couldn't accept Ji Zhenxuan, but she couldn't accept that Ji Zhenxuan's feelings for her were just a despicable deception. Ji Zhenxuan smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I like you." Fang Yuan said, "Yes, it doesn't matter who you are, what matters is that I hate you." Ji Zhenxuan still smiled: "It's okay, you don't know me yet. I believe you will accept me." "Dream!" Fang Yuan said angrily, "What are you doing here? Like those people, want to arrest us?" Ji Zhenxuan restrained his smile and said sincerely: "Don't worry, I'm different from those people, I just want you to listen to a few songs." "Is it the same as last night, listening to those evil music made me unable to move, and I became a walking dead at your disposal?" Fang Yuan was annoyed when thinking of the sound of musical instruments last night.If Fang Zhenyi hadn't rescued her in time, she really didn't know what Ji Zhenxuan would do to her. "I'm sorry, what happened last night, I apologize to you." Ji Zhenxuan looked like a child who made a mistake, full of shame, "Actually, I didn't mean any harm to you, last night was just a prank." "Really?" Fang Yuan glanced at Fang Zhenyi. The people of the Moon God Clan are too cunning and vicious, Zidie, Fangfang, Vanilla, Chu Yucheng... She really couldn't believe Ji Zhenxuan. Fang Zhenyi suddenly asked: "You collected all the ancient musical instruments in this room yourself?" "Yes." Ji Zhenxuan said proudly, "Those people outside, how can they know what kind of music? Some people can fill in a few words and sing an out-of-key 'sheep sound', and they become popular overnight, becoming some kind of rookie singer, It's really funny. There are also some so-called professional musicians whose heads are caught in the door. They are either ignorant or lying out of conscience. They tout this "sheep sound" as a peerless classic, making people think vomit." He stood up, walked to a chair, picked up a multi-wind instrument similar to the palm of his hand, and said: "This is the pan flute, which has a beautiful rhythm. The ancients said that the instrument of 'Xiao Shao Jiucheng, Fenghuang Laiyi' refers to it." , it is said that if you play well, you can attract phoenix birds." Ji Zhenxuan put the pan flute in his mouth and started to blow it lightly. The sound of the flute flowed gently like a clear spring, like clouds flying in the sky. Soon, the song was over, but Fang Yuan felt unfulfilled. "And what is this?" she asked, pointing to another rectangular wooden instrument. "This is a wooden ceremonial instrument, one of the most primitive stringed instruments in our country. The ceremonial instrument in 'My Fair Lady, Qin and Se Friends' recorded in the book refers to it." Ji Zhenxuan flicked it lightly a few times, his voice was like a phoenix's cry, clear and melodious. "It's a pity that you don't know how to play the qin. The zither must be played with the qin to make it sound good. Only when the qin and the zither sing together can it show its beauty." "Okay." Fang Zhenyi secretly poked Fang Yuan, "Ji Zhenxuan, the music you play is very nice, but we have something to do right now. We will come to enjoy your music after tonight." Ji Zhenxuan said to Fang Yuan: "Can you listen to me play one more song?" "Listen to one more song, and you will let us pass?" "certainly." "Then how long does it take you to play a song?" "It's only ten minutes. I don't think it will delay you." Ji Zhenxuan sat down at the sandalwood table again, and uncovered the silk cloth on the table. Inside was a Guqin, which glowed like dark green satin in the fluorescence. "What a beautiful piano!" Fang Yuan exclaimed. "This piano was made by a famous piano maker in the Ming Dynasty after Sima Xiangru Luqi. Although it is not authentic, it is still a fine piece." Sima Xiangru's Green Qi?It is said that Zhuo Wenjun ran to Sima Xiangru at night because he listened to the piano music "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" played by him. Ji Zhenxuan straightened his clothes, lit a fire and burned incense. After Fang Yuan nodded and smiled, he began to play. But the melodious sound of the piano can be heard, and at the beginning it is deep, like mountains and mountains, revealing the meaning of nobility.After a while, the sound of the piano changed suddenly. Although it took the sound of high mountains, it sent the sound of flowing water. Fang Yuan felt that the piano music was fresh and refined, cheerful and comfortable, like a trickle flowing around the mountains, with a hint of friendship, and sighed softly: "You are a beautiful woman, why are you a thief?" Ji Zhenxuan's face changed slightly, his five fingers jumped lightly, and the sound of the piano became more and more urgent.The trickle rushes up suddenly, as if suddenly encountering a dangerous shoal, and gathers to form a rolling waterfall, rushing down the deep valley, with a roaring sound, but the dark tide is surging, which is quite uneven. Fang Yuan didn't want to offend Ji Zhenxuan, so she chanted in a low voice: "Drink the clear dew, and the tung tree flows out. It's not because of the autumn wind that you keep your voice far away." This poem was written by Yu Shinan, an important official in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It uses cicadas as metaphors for people. Although there are only a few words, it shows his noble, refined, calm and confident style. Ji Zhenxuan stared at Fang Yuan thoughtfully, the qin music was slightly chaotic, like green bamboo swaying slightly in the wind. Although he became the descendant of the magic sound priest by chance, he actually liked music more than power, and he was not keen on the revival of the Moon God Clan.After meeting Fang Yuan that day, he was astonished. Love suddenly erupted like a volcano at that moment. A strange emotion quietly sprouted and grew deep in his heart, filling all the space in his heart. He suddenly wanted to be with Fang Yuan, leave this turbulent world, and find a place with picturesque mountains, clear waters and green bamboos to live in seclusion.Playing the piano and singing songs, reciting poems and writing essays every day, that should be such a pleasant thing!It is hard to find a bosom friend, and it is even more difficult to find a confidante who is not polluted by this world.The first time he saw Fang Yuan, he saw the unique tranquility and peace in this girl's eyes. Those eyes were not confused by vanity, power, money, and all kinds of desires. They only had a strong spiritual belief in her heart. Only those who are self-improving, self-improving, and virtuous will have such eyes. Ji Zhenxuan concentrated his mind and chanted slowly: "Feng Xi Feng Xi returns to his hometown, travels all over the world to seek his phoenix. He Wu has no generals when he has never met, why is he now promoted to this hall! Poison my intestines. Why is it that the necks are mandarin ducks, and the Hu Jie are soaring together! The emperor and the emperor live in me, and they are entrusted to breed their tails and become a concubine forever. Friendship, understanding and harmony, who is the one who knows in the middle of the night? Both wings rise Flying high, without feeling, I think and make Yu sad." This piece of piano lyrics is "Feng Qiuhuang" played by Sima Xiangru when he first met Zhuo Wenjun.吉振轩此时弹来，益发显得情意切切，柔媚婉转，忽如龙吟凤鸣，忽如闺房私语，情感奔放浓厚，却又旖旎缠绵，让人怦然心动。 方媛却没再说话，抿着嘴，低着头静静聆听。 吉振轩吟罢，见方媛没有反应，戚戚然颇有悲色。此时，他的琴曲变得轻佻起来，仿佛一池春水，风乍起，春意绵绵，柔韵细细，如朝露润花，又如晚风拂柳，仿佛有温柔的指尖轻轻滑过。 方媛初时倒不觉得什么，但没过多久，她就心跳脸红，一种难以述说的情欲渐渐升起，全身懒洋洋的，四肢百骸说不出的慵倦，很想倚靠在一个厚实宽厚的肩膀上，享受那种微微触电的感觉。 她甚至听到了身体舒展的声音，仿佛一枚青涩的果实，在春风细雨的滋润下渐渐膨胀、成熟。 How could this be? 方媛抬头，看到的是吉振轩如火一般炽热的眼神，热烈地期待着什么。 她想大叫，喝住吉振轩别再继续弹下去，却发现自己已经说不出话来，身体仿佛被琴声所控制住了，和昨晚的情形一模一样。 方媛正惊慌失措时，耳边突传来一声佛喏，有人轻声诵念：“问曰：若复有人志求佛道者，当修何法最为省要？答曰：唯观心一法，总摄诸法，最为省要。问曰：何一法能摄诸法？答曰：心者万法之根本，一切诸法唯心所生；若能了心，则万法俱备；犹如大树，所有枝条及诸花果，皆悉依根。栽树者，存根而始生子；伐树者，去根而必死。若了心修道，则少力而易成；不了心而修，费功而无益。故知一切善恶皆由自心。心外别求，终无是处。” 又是达摩祖师的《破相论》！ 两年前，她曾经听绳金塔下的夷大师念过，对她的人生观有着深远的影响。没想到，方振衣现在念的也是这篇《破相论》。 方媛恍如醍醐灌顶，凝住心神，心中风光霁月，渐渐压抑住内心深处的情欲。 方振衣继续吟诵：“长明灯者：即正觉心也，觉之明了，喻之为灯；是故一切求解脱者，身为灯台，心为灯炷，增诸戒行，以为添油；智慧明达，喻如灯火。当燃如是真正觉灯，照破一切无明痴暗，能以此法，转相开示，即是一灯燃百千灯，以灯续燃，然灯无尽，故号长明……” “我有明珠一颗，久被尘劳关锁，今朝尘尽光生，照破山河万朵。”一个清脆的声音突然响了起来，却是方媛在高声吟诵。 她已恢复常态，对方振衣羞涩地微笑着，带着小女儿态，别有一番风情。 与此同时，吉振轩手指已乱，琴弦应声崩断，他面如死灰，鲜血沿着嘴角流了出来。 方振衣对吉振轩正色道：“可惜，你本质不坏，但刚才所弹之曲，已入了魔道。魔由心生，善恶一线，望你好自为之。” 说完，方振衣朝方媛示意，带着她越过吉振轩，穿过魔音殿。 吉振轩看着方媛走过，一脸戚容，想要说什么，一张口，却喷出一口鲜血。 方媛于心不忍，停住了脚步，看着吉振轩，欲言又止。 "Be careful!" 最终，吉振轩也只说了这两个字。 2006年10月6日，23点03分。冥火殿。 red.鲜艳的红。映入眼帘的，全是大片大片的红色。 墙壁、桌椅、亭榭、台基、廊道全是红色的！整个冥火殿，都是清一色的深红，妖艳凄迷。 走进冥火殿，方媛心里就仿佛被沉沉的石头压住般，连呼吸都变得沉重起来。 “方媛，欢迎你来我家做客。” 是“吕阿姨”的声音。他换了男装，穿了件深红色的长袍，换了个红色面具，只露出一双眼睛，全身上下和冥火殿的颜色一模一样。加上萤光暗淡，如果不仔细辨认，还真难以发现。 方媛讥笑着问：“我应该叫你吕阿姨，还是吕叔叔？” “叫我吕叔叔，或者叫我名字，吕聪。” “我还是叫你吕阿姨好了，反正我也叫习惯了，一时也改不了口。” 吕聪怒喝道：“方媛，你别太过分！你别以为有方振衣替你撑腰，就不得了。你真以为，我拿你们没办法吗？” 想起被吕聪害死的仙儿和何剑辉，方媛心里就有气：“我叫你吕阿姨还是好听的，其实，我更应该叫你杀人犯！” 吕聪不怒反笑：“杀人犯？杀人犯又怎么样了？这个世界本就是如此。那些雄性动物为了求偶交配还不是一样相互斗殴？弱肉强食，优胜劣汰，这是大自然的法则。何况，我才杀几个人？那些政客豪商，动动嘴，就让多少人家破人亡？” Fang Yuan was speechless.像吕聪这样的人，早就形成了偏激的人生观和世界观，为人做事根本就不会考虑其他人。其实，他所信仰的，何尝不是现代社会上大多数人的人生信条？在这种人心中，只要有利可图，任何东西都可以出卖，良心和道德只不过是拿在嘴里愚弄他人的工具。 吕聪看方媛不说话，更加得意了：“你知道吗，方振衣最大的弱点，就是心太软。这也不怪他。身为佛门子弟，当然不能杀生。你信不信，我如果和他生死相搏，他只想制伏我，而不愿杀我，出手间自然有所保留。这里又是我的地方，所有的东西都是可燃烧的，而且宫殿里还布置了许多机关。现在是晚上，我随时可以让萤石熄灭掉。而且，他还要照顾你。天时、地利、人和我占尽了，此时此刻，方振衣根本就没有胜算。” 方振衣没有说话，默认了吕聪的分析。 吕聪继续说：“何况，即使我打败了，我还可以破釜沉舟，封闭前门和后门，将整个宫殿烧着，拉着你和方振衣同归于尽。” 方振衣说：“你不会的。如果你想这么做，不用说出来。” 吕聪抚掌大笑：“真不愧是方振衣。你说得没错，我的确不想这么做。但是，如果到了逼不得已的时候，我也只能这么做。” 他突然换了种口气，变得诚挚无比：“方振衣，你和方媛萍水相逢。只要你让我把方媛带走，我保证把沈轻裳毫发不损地交还给你。如果你想硬闯，只能落个两败俱伤。” 方振衣沉吟道：“我也想把方媛交给你，换回沈轻裳，只是……” 吕聪急忙问：“只是什么？” “只是我还有其他更重要的事，非要去月神殿不可。” 吕聪神色微变：“你不但想保护方媛，还想破掉七星夺魂阵？” 方振衣笑了：“其实，这两件事本就是一件事。只要方媛没事，七星夺魂阵就发动不起来，月神就没办法复活。” 吕聪默然。 许久，他才幽幽地说：“既然这样，我和你也没什么好谈的了。” 方振衣说：“那倒未必。你想想，他为什么让你们守在祭司殿？明知道你们不是我的对手，还要让你们来送死，居心何在？” 方振衣所说的“他”，就是七星夺魂阵的主阵人，也是这一系列凶案的策划者。 吕聪冷笑：“我岂不知他的居心？但又有什么用？你既然师承绳金塔一脉，应该知道月神族中权势最大的不是月神和七大祭司，而是月神守望者。” 方媛却从来没有听说过：“月神守望者？” 方振衣解释道：“在月神族中，月神本人并不管理具体事项，而是由七大祭司商议裁决的。七大祭司裁决不了的，交由月神守望者处理。听说，月神的能力虽然神鬼莫测，但也有弱点，尤其是刚复活时特别稚弱。这时候，月神守望者就显得特别重要，他一方面要扶持复活后的月神，另一方面又要威慑七大祭司，让他们不起异心。不过，六十多年前，不知为什么，月神守望者突然失踪，七大祭司之首的摄魂祭司发动祭坛叛乱，月神族内讧崩裂，七大祭司几乎全军覆没。” 吕聪说：“那是月神守望者不在。如果月神守望者在的话，又岂容摄魂祭司撒野？” 方振衣说：“听说，月神守望者通晓七大祭司的修炼法门，对每一个祭司都有必杀的绝技对付。如果传说是真的，你们想必不是真正的祭司传人，而是由月神守望者训练出来的，本意是用来对付摄魂祭司、布置七星夺魂阵，对吧？” “不错！我和他呕心沥血这么多年，就是为了复活月神，谁也不能阻止我们！”吕聪缓缓从袖底抽出一把软剑，剑身通红，上面刻了只展翅的火凤凰。 “这把剑，名为祝融，五金带火。听说，你有把上古宝剑，名为镇火，何不拿出来？” 方振衣轻轻摇头：“剑乃凶器，如不是万不得已，最好别出鞘。” 吕聪扬眉，讥笑着说：“剑本就是为杀戮而生，如不出鞘，又有何用？” 说罢，吕聪整个人如一团烈焰般冲向方振衣。凡是他所经过的地方，都冒出熊熊大火。墙壁、桌椅、亭榭、台基、廊道全都烧着了！ 方振衣岿然不动，剑未出鞘，然剑气凛然。 方媛匍匐在地上，用丝巾捂住嘴巴，以免被烟火呛到。火灾中，很多人并不是被火烧死的，而是窒息而死。 两人很快交错在一起，瞬息间又分开。 方振衣的剑仍然在鞘中，似乎从没出鞘过。 吕聪站得笔直，死死地盯着自己的祝融剑，仿佛不相信般。他微微晃动，祝融剑开始崩裂，变成一片片碎片，散落在地上。 说也奇怪，整个冥火殿都开始燃烧起来，可方振衣所站的地方却没看到一点火星，仿佛有风般，将他四处的火焰往外吹。 方振衣没理会吕聪，一把将方媛抱起来，如闪电一般冲进火焰中。剑光闪动中，冥火殿门的铜锁被削断，两人冲出了冥火殿。 吕聪随后追来，走出冥火殿后却奇异地发现，自己的身上竟然冒出青白色的火焰。 那是他身体自燃的火焰！ 他呻吟了一声，怔怔地望着手上的青白色火焰，突然痛苦地大叫一声，状若疯狂地扑向方振衣。 方振衣回首，放下方媛，闭上眼睛，轻念佛号：“阿弥陀佛，善哉善哉。” 吕聪就要扑到方振衣面前，想要和他同归于尽，却只感到剑气凌人，眼前一片白光乱闪。想要伸手抱住方振衣，却发现手不见了， 不但是手，脚、身躯，都不见了。只剩下一个头颅，跌落在地上。 What a fast sword!这是吕聪最后的意识。 他的残躯，继续冒出青白色的火焰，在昏黑的地下过道中幽幽地燃烧着。 2006年10月6日，23点28分。摄魂殿。 方振衣推开门，只看到一个小小的房间，如一个立方体，里面什么也没有，墙壁上泛着斑驳的痕迹。 方媛问：“这就是摄魂殿？” 方振衣说：“应该没错。” “可是，摄魂殿怎么会是这样的？” “听说，摄魂殿前有一个九宫阵。”看到方媛一脸迷惘的样子，方振衣笑了，“九宫阵是中国神秘文化的重要组成部分，奇门遁甲天、地、人、神四基中的地基。其实，只不过是术数原理的运用。” 正说着，小房间的门关住了，里面传来一阵“嘎嘎”的机械摩擦声，声音停止后，门又开了，还是一样的铁锈小房间，和刚才所看到的一模一样。 “摄魂殿是月神殿的最后一道屏障，为了保护月神的安全，月神族在摄魂殿的前方设置了这个九宫阵。共有九个房间，所有的房间都是一模一样的方形格子，每过九十九秒就会相互移动一次，每个房间只开一道门。不懂阵法的人，进去后碰运气走出来的概率只有千分之几，这样月神族就有足够的时间安排部署。” “你既然知道得这么清楚，肯定会走了，对不对？” “其实，九宫阵很简单的。什么乾、坎、艮、震、巽、离、坤、兑宫都不用理会，只需要找到中间的中宫。这如同数学中的九宫格一样，再怎么变化，中间的那个数字5是不动的。找到中宫后，看透其运行规律，再找到离宫就可以走出这个九宫阵了。” 等下一个小房间开门后，方振衣和方媛走了进去。 “现在，我们要留意房间的运行方向。” 九十九秒后，房间向左旋转，开启右边的门。 再过九十九秒，房间向右旋转，开启上边的门。 方振衣说：“这个九宫阵，房间是顺时针方向运动，可房门却是逆时间方向开启。如果我没猜错的话，下一次运动，房间向上运动，开启左边的房门。” 果然，一切如方振衣所料。 “再一次运动，就到了离宫方向，可惜房门却向下开。也就是说，这个房间，不是真正意义上的离宫，是出不去的。不过，我们可以下去，先到中宫。” 向下的房门开启后，方振衣和方媛走到另一个房间。 等了九十九秒后，周围传来“嘎嘎”的声响，他们所在的房间果然原地不动，开启向上的门。 “这个是向左开房门的，下一个，就是向上开房门的，也就是真正的离宫。” 可惜，离宫向上开门时，两人所在的中宫门却朝左开，进不了离宫。 方媛问：“现在怎么办？” 方振衣说：“少安毋躁。我们只要记住那个离宫方位，等它能与中宫相连时进去就可以了。” 果然，转了两格后，离宫的门朝中宫打开。 两人走了进去，站在离宫中静静等待。 八转一轮回，没过多久，离宫就转为原位，门朝上开。 方振衣和方媛走出离宫，顺利走出九宫阵。 呈现在他们眼前的，是一座金碧辉煌的宫殿，满眼尽是流光溢彩的水晶石，柔和的黄、绚丽的红、洁净的白、深沉的黑、亮眼的绿……晶莹剔透，仿佛置身于水晶宫中，绚烂的景象会立刻令人震惊得无法呼吸。 “好漂亮啊！”方媛心醉神迷。这样纯粹灵动的水晶，没有几个女孩不喜欢的，“原来，秦爷爷这么富有！” “你错了。”方振衣一脸正色地说，“这里的水晶并不是属于他的，而是月神族的。他在这里布满水晶，本意就是让人心神不宁，为外物所诱，他才好趁机施展摄魂术。” “幸好秦爷爷没有传人，我们可以轻松过去。” 方振衣的脸色却很奇怪：“她没告诉你吗？” "Her? Who is she?" “她就是和你同寝室的秦雪曼，摄魂祭司的嫡亲曾孙女，也是摄魂祭司现在的唯一传人。” “啊！”方媛说，“怪不得我总觉得她神神秘秘，言行举止和她的年龄身份很不相符。原来，她就是秦爷爷的后人啊。” “摄魂祭司既然暗算了月神，无论如何都不想让月神复活。所以，秦雪曼的使命是破坏七星夺魂阵，阻止月神的复活。不只是她，当年摄魂祭司并不是独自反叛的，他还联合了降头祭司、魔音祭司、冥火祭司。此外，他还请求绳金塔的高僧们困住月神守望者。谁知，事情成功之后，魔音祭司和冥火祭司突然发难，重伤他和降头祭司，意图控制整个月神族。摄魂祭司虽为七大祭司之首，猝不及防中亦身受重伤。祭坛之乱后，月神族四分五裂，除摄魂祭司外，其余六大祭司不知所终。后来，月神守望者脱困而出，摄魂祭司只能远走避仇。” 方媛不解：“月神守望者不是被绳金塔高僧困住了吗？他又怎能脱困而出？” 方振衣说：“绳金塔的高僧们终是世外高人，参天地之道，悟神佛之学。从某种角度来说，月神族和他们原本殊途同归。只不过，月神族后来渐入魔道，他们才勉强出手制约月神族。月神守望者又岂是易与之辈？若与其生死相搏，必造杀孽，有违其修行宗旨，实非其所愿。” Fang Yuan was speechless. 世事如棋，娑罗双树。世人的生死，在这些高人眼中，亦只是六道轮回而已。 “那你呢？你也是佛门子弟，为什么不怕造杀孽？” 方振衣幽幽地说：“我虽出自佛门，却不想成佛。” “前面，就是月神殿了？月神守望者，就在那里等着我们？” “是的。”方振衣突然笑了，“很快，你就可以看到他了。我保证，你肯定想不到会是他。” "he?" 听方振衣的语气，自己似乎认识月神守望者。 他又是谁呢？ “走吧，快到时间了。” 方振衣悄无声息地朝前方走去。他的背影，在白色的灯光中影影绰绰，仿