Chapter 9 third quarter

In a blink of an eye, everyone finished their greetings, and after a moment of silence, the young lady said in a low voice: "The family is newly mourned, and the survivors feel uneasy, and occasionally feel cold, and under the old ailments, they feel unwell. Mr. Hu will take care of the affairs of the village. " After finishing speaking, he got up slowly, walked in front of Gu Zhongnan, and said with a blessing, "Thank you for the virtue of regeneration last time, sir." Then, accompanied by the maid, he entered the back hall by himself. Seeing this scene, everyone was taken aback again.Hu Jingan cupped his hands and smiled wryly: "Young Madam never likes to see guests, please forgive me for the lack of etiquette." Rong Xiaoying smiled and said: "What are you talking about, Mr. Hu, you worry too much." Not only is she beautiful as a flower , Even the voice is very clear and moving.

Hu Jingan looked relieved: "So Jingan is relieved. There is one more thing to tell everyone. When I went to pick up Zhuo Nvxia and the others just now, I found the ferry boat that was missing in this village. Both Lord Lengbao and Daoist Baipu have been killed. A man's body is torn to pieces and his head is taken away, and both of them are killed, the male and female Xiangsha may have already arrived." There was silence in the hall.After a while, Qiao Yi said in a deep voice: "What kind of hatred does this male and female Xiangsha have against Lord Leng and the others to do such inhumane things?" Everyone ended up like this." Lu Bian said on the side.

Yun Jisang looked at Hu Jingan: "Boss Hu, do you know who has been killed since the male and female Xiangsha appeared in the Jianghu?" Hu Jingan replied: "Well, apart from the beloved daughter of Lord Lengbao and some of his subordinates, there are also people who have been killed. There are several lay disciples from Wudang, and besides, Master Kuchan’s beloved disciple was also killed. I don’t know who else.” "And my godson! Grandma's bullshits are both male and female. If I catch them, I will strip them naked and put them in a cage for three days!" Jin Dazhong shouted.Zhuo Anjie gave him an angry look.

Yun Jisang felt sad, this senior sister had never shown such intimacy towards him, and always kept a distance from him. "Young Xia Yun, what is the meaning of the question you asked Mr. Hu just now?" Rong Xiaoying's brisk voice drew Yun Jisang's attention back. "Ah...that's right, I'm guessing the purpose of the murderer. Did you notice that the murderer deliberately selected Lord Coldcastle's relatives, friends and disciples to commit the murder, and then posted a message to Lord Iron so that he could kill the person he wanted to kill?" Bring it to Qiba Mountain Villa."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall changed color. "If the male and female Xiangsha want to kill us, wouldn't it be much easier to do it separately?" Lu Bian changed color.Yun Jisang shook his head: "I don't know very well, but there are several reasons. First, the sect of the person he wants to kill is strong, so it is difficult for him to do so. Like Daoist Baipu, who spends all day in Wudang Jiejianyan and The seven elders of Wudang practiced swords. If you want to kill him, you can only go to Wudang Mountain, and you will have to take a great risk. Second, the whereabouts of the person he wants to kill are uncertain and difficult to find. Third, Qiba Villa has a special meaning for him. significance……"

"What does Shaoxia Yun mean by the so-called special meaning?" Hu Jingan asked in surprise. "I don't know about this, maybe something important to them happened here, maybe there is something special hidden, maybe...they are very familiar with everything here..." "Clang!" Ban Qihu's hand trembled slightly, and the lid of the teacup made a soft sound.After a while of silence, Hu Jingan forced a smile and said, "Let's stop here today, please rest early." Everyone got up one after another, Yun Jisang went out of the hall, looked around, and saw that the whole Qiba Villa had been shrouded in heavy night fog at some point.The rising mist hit his face and wet his face in a blink of an eye. "Boss Hu, is there always such fog in the villa?" He asked. "No, but the nights and dawns of Hanlu these days have always been foggy. If Hanlu arrives, one zhang away, even if you hold a torch, you can't see anyone." Hu Jingan explained.

Suddenly, Yun Jisang saw a tall figure in cassock leaving the crowd and walking towards the cliff in the north of the island. "Isn't that Master Kuchan? Why did he leave alone?" He asked in surprise. "Grandmaster and our owner are best friends in life. This is to go to the mourning hall on the cliff to chant scriptures for the owner and save the heroic spirit of the owner." "That's right." Yun Jisang breathed a sigh of relief, watching the figures of the people disappear in the thick fog one by one.A gust of wind blew, and he couldn't help shivering slightly.Hu Jingan looked up at the dark sky and murmured: "I'm afraid there will be a lot of wind and rain tonight..."

"Namo Amitabha Ye..." The whispered rebirth mantra echoed softly in the dim mourning hall.In the flickering candlelight, Master Kuchan flicked the long rosary beads with both hands, and moved his lips.The low mantra was repeated over and over again.The huge black coffin exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, and the snow-white gauze danced wildly under the stern night wind, as if infused with spiritual energy by the Buddha's mantra, and came alive. The sound of the wind became more and more urgent, but the sound of chanting sutras became smaller and smaller.Finally, Master Kuchan stopped, walked slowly to the side of the coffin, and murmured: "Good, good, Iron Benefactor, you don't know how much I envy you, you are finally freed from the injustice that year, and My old man, oh..."

At this moment, his old face looked so gloomy and helpless.Indistinctly, the whistling night wind mixed with a few chuckles of a woman passed by.Kuchan turned around suddenly: "Who is it!" There was no movement.Kuchan thought it was his own illusion, shook his head, and sighed. Suddenly, a burst of strong aroma accompanied by an unbearable rancid smell diffused soundlessly in the mourning hall.His body swayed. "Red leaf trees, rhododendron birds, and Luo Shan are in a mess. Acacia flowers, lifeless grass, invite you again in the Ming Dynasty..." The ethereal singing sounds like weeping, haunting in the thick night fog.

"You...you..." Master Kuchan trembled palely, unable to speak, "Impossible, you are dead, dead..." "Qing Nan, Qing Nan, he said you were dead..." It was a gentle man's voice, "It's funny, how could you die, you will never die..." Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the terrified eyes of Master Kuchan.Amidst the sound of thunderbolts, a hand covered with thick makeup gently pushed open the carved door of the mourning hall... With a "crash", the rosary beads in Master Kuchan's hands fell all over the ground like rain.