Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

Guo Ao jumped down from the high wall, and saw two old monks in black staring at him.The rest of the monks were still sitting with lowered eyebrows, motionless.The bodies of the two old monks trembled slightly in the cold wind, as if they couldn't bear the severe cold of the autumn night. Guo Aoji first said: "Just now Guo Ao has offended many people, now I am here to plead guilty, please allow the old Zen master to allow Guo Ao to do his best for Shaolin Temple." The black-clothed old monk sighed, and said: "Today is God's death for Shaolin, no one is special, even if there is no benefactor, can Shaolin Temple be able to escape this catastrophe?"

Guo Ao stopped insisting, and said: "The old Zen master called Guo Ao to stop, why?" The old monk didn't answer, Ang Tian sighed: "Doom!" His gray beard trembled for a while, causing his body to tremble violently, and he couldn't even sit still. The old monk took a few deep breaths, his sallow face gradually turned a little rosy, and then he calmed down.He said dejectedly: "The benefactor just fought against the bone-shrinking monster. The benefactor used shocking swordsmanship and slashed at him with a sword, but the monster didn't hide. He just took out a flute and played it. The benefactor knows that for the sake of it. what?"

Guo Ao said: "This junior also can't figure it out. The demons of the Demon Cult behave in a way that is upside down and unpredictable, so there is no need to delve into these weird behaviors." The old monk shook his head and said, "Look at the thirty corpses standing there, do you know what they are?" When Guo Ao turned his head to look, he saw the thirty or so corpses standing upright. He said they were corpses, but they looked like sculptures.His sword energy is everywhere, and he has detected that those corpses have no temperature at all, and they have been dead for a long time.The muscles of some of the corpses have been necrotic, and it may have been two or three months since the death.Looking at the clothes on their bodies, they seem to be the followers of Tianluo Sect, so they are naturally the main force brought by Shangguanhong to attack Shaolin.

But since these people had already died, what did Shangguanhong bring some dead people here? The old monk said: "These corpses are called the shadow of the secret demon, but they are a kind of strange Gu kept by the demon sect. After the demon killed the two senior brothers Ku Chan and Ku Qing with tricks, they suddenly released them. What kind of poison was there, it didn't even have a shadow, and it killed more than a hundred monks in Shaolin Temple in an instant. Seeing that something was wrong, the old monk led monks from 12 generations to meet him, lured him into his body, and then used Tianlong Chan Only by trapping the poison did Shaolin Temple save a bit of its lifeline. Excluding the two dead brothers, Shifang and Shizong’s nephews, almost all the monks above the cross generation have such a plant in their bodies. A poisonous substance. The poisonous substance is extremely dangerous and vicious, the old monk has never dared to belittle himself, but he can only try his best to suppress it, and the rest of the nephews are a bit reluctant."

Guo Ao looked around, and sure enough, several old monks lined up together were sweating profusely, and some of them were trembling uncontrollably. It was as if something in the body was trying to get out! When the old monk spoke intermittently, his body suddenly trembled, he held his breath, his face was flushed with choking, he was almost out of breath, he hastily formed mudras with his hands, protecting his heart veins, mirroring the inside and outside, holding his breath and meditating, It is necessary to use the skill of the Great Compassion Tianlong Secret Zen to suppress the changes in the body.

The old monk entered the monastery when he was a child, and his Zen skills were superb and profound. At this time, when he was doing the exercises with all his strength, white air could not stop overflowing from his body, his trembling gradually weakened, and he finally calmed down.The old monk let out a mouthful of foul air, his face relaxed.He took a few quick breaths, although it was only for a moment, the old monk seemed extremely tired. Guo Ao said: "What can Guo Ao do for Shaolin Temple?" The old Zen master's lips twitched, and before he could say anything, he heard a hoarse cry, and an old monk beside him suddenly stood up.His face was blood red, his eyes were bulging and protruding, and his two skinny arms were waving, trying to grab at his chest.He opened his mouth wide, trying to inhale, but there seemed to be something stuck in his chest. Although he inhaled urgently, he couldn't even suck in a trace of air.The old monk was choked up so badly that he grabbed his ribs with his hands, and the veins in his hands were bulging, as if he wanted to tear his ribs open so that his heart and lungs could be exposed to the air and he could breathe freely!

The old monk in black shouted urgently: "He can't suppress the shadow of the secret demon anymore, kill him!" Guo Ao "swiped" with a crisp sound, and drew out the long sword.He looked at the old monk with gray eyebrows and couldn't do anything for a moment.The old monk tore it hard a few times, his true energy was already trapped, his hands were weak, although his ribs were rattling, he couldn't tear it apart, so he screamed in anxiety, "bang bang bang" and bumped his head. The ground, as if to break the head and breathe with the brain. The black-clothed old monk shouted angrily: "Kill him! If the shadow of the secret demon sucks his essence and flies out, no one can stop him!"

Although Guo Ao didn't understand what was so terrifying about the Shadow of the Secret Demon, it must not be something good that could scare an old monk of the miserable generation so much.The old monk who hit the ground was really pitiful, after a while, a piece of his skull was smashed, even if no one killed him, he would not be able to live for long. Guo Ao gritted his teeth and shouted: "Everything in the world is suffering, and it is joy to be relieved. I will help you with this sword!" The cold light missed the sky and covered the old monk. The old monk's whole body trembled, his eyes protruded from their sockets, blood dripped from his eyes, he couldn't even see such a bright sword light.Guo Ao's sword sharpened his movement, broke into his body in an instant, and twisted the old monk into a muddy puddle of flesh.

His long sword broke through his body, piercing the old monk's three inches of flesh and blood, and suddenly a buzzing sound came from the old monk's body, flying towards Guo Ao! The humming sound was dull and depressing, and actually contained an inexplicable strange power, as if the sound of the wind and cranes picked up by the gods in the ninth heaven, could penetrate directly into the depths of people's minds. How deep is Guo Ao's concentration, but when the buzzing sound resounded, he couldn't help but move in his heart.This buzzing sound is not pleasant to the ear, but the listener can't help but put down all thoughts and listen.The sound seems to be very close, right next to the ear, but also seems to be far away, far beyond the sky, as if it can eliminate the soul of a person at any time!

This is the feast of the demon lord in hell. It is not something that can be heard in the world, and it shouldn't appear in the world! Guo Ao suddenly felt a tremor in his hands, and the buzzing sound went up against his sword light. Waves of huge force hit his sword light like a sledgehammer, although invisible and colorless, it knocked his sword light. His hands were so shaken that he could hardly hold the hilt of the sword! Guo Ao's shock was no small matter, he shouted loudly, channeled enough qi, the sword flowed like a waterfall, the Milky Way toppled over, and rolled over on the ground.

The buzzing sound suddenly became extremely shrill, screaming sharply, and suddenly there was a loud noise, which was completely strangled by Guo Ao and the old monk's body!Although the buzzing sound stopped, the slight aftershock still seemed to reverberate in people's hearts, and they refused to dissipate for a long time! The night was dark, like a huge black wing spread out, slowly slipping past everyone's hearts. Guo Ao let out a long breath, he really didn't expect the shadow of the secret demon to be so terrifying!Suddenly, the bodies of several old monks around him trembled and intensified, as if the shadow of a secret demon was about to rush out of their bodies! Guo Ao's heart was shocked. Just one shadow of the secret demon almost used up all his strength. If four or five of them broke out of the cocoon at the same time, he really wasn't sure to intercept them all!It just so happened that Li Qingchou, who was proficient in poisons, was not there at this time, and for a while, I really felt at a loss. This kind of trembling seemed to be contagious, affecting more and more people. In an instant, dozens of old monks sitting on the ground were all flushed and trembling uncontrollably.Even the two old monks in black couldn't help but change their colors slightly. The black-clothed old monk said urgently: "The shadows of the secret demons restrain each other, and they have already begun to attack! Benefactor, listen to me!" Guo Ao hurriedly took a step forward and listened carefully to what he had to say.The old monk reached into his bosom, grabbed something and threw it at Guo Ao, saying: "The benefactor took this thing to Wudang Mountain, and said that Shaolin Temple is in trouble, please Taoist Master Qingxu read it for the sake of the martial arts, and hurry up Send someone to help!" Guo Ao grabbed it, but before he had time to look at it, he put it in his arms and shouted loudly: "Zen Master, what should you do! What about the shadow of the secret demon!" The black-clothed old monk smiled miserably, and said: "What else can I do? My old monk and all the nephews have already awakened. They would rather be smashed to pieces and perish together with these monsters than leave them in the world to harm the world again!" Guo Ao changed his color and said: "No!" You must know that the old monk in black is the only few people left in the "bitter" generation, and there are not many people in the "ten" generation. If this is the last way to go, then After the shadow of the secret demon disappeared, the eminent monks of the "bitter" and "ten" generations of Shaolin Temple died completely in this battle!It can be said that Shaolin Temple has been devastated, and it no longer has the strength to compete for supremacy in the world. For hundreds of years, Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei have joined forces to support the righteous way of martial arts. Now the building will collapse, and one of the three will go. The bloody storm in the martial arts is bound to unfold again! The old monk said with a wry smile: "I know it's impossible, but what else can I do? The benefactor quickly descends the mountain, the only way for Shaolin Temple to survive depends on whether the benefactor can move in to rescue the soldiers before the demon sect!" Guo Ao knew there was nothing he could do, and he only claimed to be a master of swordsmanship, but at this critical moment, he was completely helpless.He looked up to the sky with a mournful cry, and rushed down the mountain!The face of the black-clothed old monk behind him suddenly turned extremely pale, and suddenly his whole body's bones rang violently, bursting out like a sound of spring thunder.The old monk's body trembled like a snake stinging a sting, following the sound of roaring anger, it rolled from the heart of his dantian all over his body in an instant.His body seemed to be completely limp, and there was no distinction between bones and flesh and blood. The shadow of the secret demon clashed in it, and immediately made his skin bulge out, looking ugly and weird. Suddenly the old monk yelled loudly, his body exploded, a cloud of bright red blood bloomed in the dark night, and the thick bloody aura spread everywhere in an instant! The young and middle-aged monks next to him were all crying together, and couldn't help but knelt down.Only two skinny legs and feet remained of the old monk, still maintaining the posture of sitting cross-legged, and the rest turned into fine blood mist, scattered all over the land of the Tibetan scripture pavilion. The desolate night wind carried the lingering smell of blood mist, drifting farther and farther in the air. The way of heaven is faint, the stars and the moon are dark, and it seems that they are also changing color tragically for this evil calamity in the world! Although Guo Ao also heard the wailing of those monks, he knew that there was nothing he could do, so he could only grit his teeth and speed up, rushing down the mountain! There were muffled and violent noises in the Sutra Pavilion, and the bodies of old monks turned into blood mist and were blown away by the gradually blowing cold wind. Although these stubborn and strong old people were also obsessed, confused, angry, complacent and unreasonable for the reputation of Shaolin and the outcome of the battle.However, in order to protect the holy place in their hearts and extend their faith to the last moment of their lives, they spilled blood on this majestic and desolate temple. However, the world was silent, when they died, the bell was silent, and no one played it for them! Guo Ao let out a loud and tragic scream, and flew down with his rapidly moving figure.He swore that no matter how much sacrifice he had to make, he would spread the news to Mount Wudang, even if the top of Mount Wudang was stained with blood, he would also invite Daoist Qingxu to Shaolin Temple! The junior monks of Shaolin Temple witnessed with their own eyes that the pillars in the temple turned into crimson blood mist in front of them one by one, and then evaporated and dispersed. What is the Western Paradise of Paradise, what is the Eastern Glazed World, everything that is sworn in the Buddhist scriptures is so far away in an instant.Dazed frenzy flashed in their terrified eyes, and they couldn't believe that these masters and uncles, who were usually solemn and majestic like the mainstay, disappeared forever one by one like this, leaving only a piece of dregs! Amitabha, Buddha of Infinite Life, Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp, these gods and Buddhas of the nine heavens and ten places!Are they all blind and earplugs, so that they can no longer see and hear their suffering?I don't even care about it, is this irresistible magic calamity now? Every tear that falls is a desperate heart lying underneath. At this moment, there are no Buddhist scriptures, no fragrant flowers, no calm philosophical thinking, and no smiling enlightenment.Some are just sour to the point of numbness and stinging vengeance! Suddenly, a burst of coquettish laughter resounded in the Sutra Pavilion like a Shura field, and a voluptuous green shadow appeared on the high wall of the Discipline Academy. It was Ning Jiuwei. Her charming eyes shone with excitement, she slowly swept across the bald heads of the group of monks, and said with a smile: "Shangguanhong is such an idiot, she used the shadow of mystic demon that I cultivated so hard!" Her face suddenly sank, she looked at the broken corpse on the ground, and said with a sneer: "I wonder why the shadow of the secret demon didn't respond to the bone questioning flute, it turned out to be tampering with the old monks. You thought you risked your life, Is it possible to save these disciples and grandchildren? Hehe, without your protection, how can they resist my killer?" Hearing that the masters and uncles who tried their best to protect them were insulted by the witch in front of them, all the monks in Shaolin Temple were furious, and someone said in a hoarse voice: "Fight her!" Immediately, countless people shouted in confusion: " Fight her!" "Master is dead, we have no face to live stealthily, fight her!" "How can Shaolin Temple bow its head under the arrogance of such demons, fight her!" For a while, these discussions were general The buzzing sounds gradually unified into Yu Lei's angry shout: "Fight her!" "Fight her!" Unaware of it, Ning Jiuwei lightly propped up her jade arms, supported her snowy cheeks, and said with a smile, "Very good! But I'm really surprised how the Shaolin Temple is going to fight me now." She slowly stretched out her palm, and tapped lightly with her five fingers, as if she were plucking an invisible harp.Inspired by her true energy, Night Breeze began to whine like the wind playing a flute.The voice was thin and desolate, and it spread far away in the night. Songshan sent back all the sounds regardless of good and evil. In the empty temple of Shaolin Temple, there were bursts of sound waves. The vibration became clearer and clearer, and there were layers of rustling sounds faintly, gradually approaching from far away, sweeping incomparably realistically from the mountain gate and the courtyard wall, and coming from the lecture hall, the Zhai hall, and the Xiangji kitchen. , suddenly stopped outside the discipline courtyard. The sudden and abnormal calm turned into an invisible pressure instead. The angry faces of the monks showed a bit of panic, they couldn't help but stop talking, and looked around in panic. Once the wind and rain from the rivers and lakes blows into this centuries-old Buddhist monastery, it will bring a thunderstorm. These monks have always been used to sitting in meditation with fragrant flowers, how can they bear the bitter wind and rain? A huge silence resounded in the space, like a thunder god driving a car, roaring and rolling over everyone's heads.The silence playing the magnificent movement of death dances with the god of suffocation, flattening all the vibrations in the world, so the depression is swept away, and the book is full of blood in the slaughterhouse of life. Dead silence. Countless heads suddenly protruded from the high wall of the discipline courtyard, densely packed, like a spring breeze overnight, where the pear blossoms of life calmly bloomed. Those heads are blue, white, purple, red, and flowery, but one thing is the same, these heads are all triangular! Viper! Those poisonous snakes swept into the courtyard of Shaolin Temple like an army led by the devil himself.There seems to be piety hidden in their ugly eyes, staring motionlessly at these monks who are said to be one of the three treasures, there is infinite respect in their eyes-a respect that almost pounces on them and takes a bite.They squatted quietly, with only one head exposed, but a very light fragrance was already blooming in the air. A monk's face changed color and said: "These snakes are poisonous!" Ning Jiu turned her beautiful eyes slightly, and the sound of clacking fingers suddenly became rapid and sharp.Those poisonous snakes seemed to have received the order to march, and they all raised their bodies high, and immediately opened a layer of colorful curtains on the high wall!The snakes can be more than three feet long, and the short ones are only a few inches. They are densely packed, and as far as the eye can see, there is almost no end. The faces of the monks in Shaolin Temple all changed. They didn't think of a problem from the beginning to the end, that is, the Tianluo Sect didn't want to leave anyone alive! A monk shouted: "There are too many snakes and worms, everyone retreat into the wooden man alley, there is a mechanism there to resist these beasts! Quick! Quick!" The sound of the wind was even more urgent, and the poisonous snakes opened their fangs angrily, roaring at the monks.The monks were in a great chaos, crowding each other and retreating towards the wooden man alley.Some far-sighted monks knew that such chaos was just giving the enemy an opportunity to attack, so they tried their best to restrain them, but all the monks were in a hurry to escape, so how could they restrain them?In the chaos, countless colorful lights jumped up rapidly in the night, and swooped down on the monks! The breeze broke through the heavy black clouds on the top of Shaoshi Mountain, and the waning moon shone quietly on Ning Jiuwei's body.She smiled slightly, stroking her slender fingers in the moonlight, like plucking invisible strings.The lake-green long skirt fluttered in the wind on the high wall, and the tasseled silver bells on the skirt made a clear and crisp sound. The moonlight was clear and cold, dyeing Ning Jiuwei's whole body with a layer of clear halo, which further accentuated her enchanting demeanor. The Temple of Precepts under her feet was in chaos, and countless poisonous snakes burrowed into the chaotic fleeing crowd, biting them incessantly.The screams were mixed with the sound of bones and blood shattering from time to time, it was really bone-sucking and horrifying! It's a pity that this quiet temple has instantly become a Shura dojo, hell in disguise! Ning Jiuwei still had a faint smile on his face, admiring the tragic scene.Instigated by the sound of her unstringed harp, the poisonous snake became even crazier.The big one swung its giant tail and knocked down the monk, then jumped up and rolled around until the prey was smashed to pieces; the medium one lay on the ground, waiting for an opportunity to jump up and bite the monk's legs and feet, while the small one drilled through the seven orifices. Enter the body, eat up the internal organs and brains! Although the monks in Shaolin Temple practice martial arts since childhood, there are too many poisonous snakes to kill them all, not to mention that each one is highly poisonous, and their throats are sealed with blood! Some monks were pierced into their bodies by insects and snakes. The pain was unbearable.In just a moment, the screams all around had unconsciously weakened by more than half. Ning Jiu's fingers kept ringing unceasingly.Five-color poisonous snakes are still gathering here from all over the mountains. "It's here!" There was a sudden cheer from the crowd of monks. The rest of more than a hundred people were drenched in blood, and finally came to the wooden man alley.There was ecstasy in their eyes, as if they saw the hope of life again.Looking back at the blood and blood everywhere in front of the Discipline Academy, this short distance of a hundred steps has been so hard and so close to death! Overjoyed, a monk stretched out his hand to push the secret door of the Wooden Man Lane. Ning Jiuwei was still standing on the high wall, and she didn't seem to want to stop them at all. She danced in the wind with her beautiful hair and cloud clothes, just like a witch from the heavens, who occasionally descended from the mundane world. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the wooden man alley! A huge ball of fire smashed through the gate and attacked the monks.Amidst the rumbling sound, the sky was full of dust and debris.The dozen or so monks in front had no time to retreat, and were blown to pieces in an instant! The gunpowder smoke gradually settled down, but the bloody smell became stronger again, hovering over the Temple of Discipline, and never dissipated for a long time. Wooden Man Alley has collapsed in the explosion, and at the same time, Shaolin's last hope is also collapsed! The surviving monks were covered in blood, but their faces were as pale as paper, and they didn't even have the strength to move. There was a slight sound of footsteps. Ling Baohe walked out slowly from the remaining smoke.His face was cold, and he held a light blue long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword hangs down. A cold light moved slowly on the ground following his footsteps. This faint cold light condensed the remaining heat in the hearts of the Shaolin monks into ice. The Shaolin Temple, which has a reputation for thousands of years, is now destroyed by three unknown young men from the Tianluo Sect!And where is the enemy behind the scenes? Ning Jiuwei stopped flicking the strings, and smiled at Ling Baohe: "Oh, Mr. Ling is here too, it seems that the leader is still worried about me." Ling Baohe said calmly: "Let's leave it to Fairy Ning, these people are not worthy of my sword." Ning Jiu leaned back and smiled slightly: "Then I'll have to do it all. If the leader asks me in the future, I won't dare to forget Mr. Ling." With a flick of Su's hand, the long string sounded again in the night sky.The poisonous snake got the master's order, and immediately, like a glutton seeing blood, it rushed towards dozens of monks in the courtyard... After a long time, the hustle and bustle gradually calmed down and became lonely.The lights on Shaoshi Mountain were all extinguished, and it was lifeless. Even the air was extremely dull, but it no longer had the vitality of the past morning bells and evening drums, and the soft singing of Sanskrit sounds. Ling Baohe walked slowly to the front of the hall, looked up at the pale sky, his eyes were full of purple. He jumped up suddenly, like a giant crane, and gently landed on the top of the hall. The lightning-like blue light tore through the sky that was about to break dawn, the Qinghe sword gave a dragon chant, and the huge golden plaque of the "Discipline Academy" of Shaolin Temple, together with Shaolin's prestigious reputation of leading martial arts for thousands of years, finally came before the dawn of the next day , crashing down, smashing the ground into dust! At this time, Guo Ao joined Li Qingchou and Tie Hen, and sailed to Niutoudu. At this time, a smile formed on the corner of Chong Xuan's mouth, and he slowly swallowed the last drop of wine. At this time, at the gate of Wudang teahouse, the old man's huqin was sold and sang, playing the last melodious and melodious note, and then slowly put it away. It's time for the song to come to an end, and it's time to sing again!