Chapter 17 The 15th Tianlong Ancient Temple

At noon, the sky was full of sunshine. When Fu Hongxue walked out of the inn, he felt energetic enough to deal with all difficulties and dangers. He slept for a whole day, and soaked in hot water for another half an hour, and the tiredness of many days was washed away along with the mud. In recent years, he seldom draws out his sword, and he finds that using a sword to solve the problem is not necessarily the best way. But now his mind has changed, so he must pull himself together. Because killing is not only a luxury, but also requires sufficient mental and physical strength. Although he doesn't know where those people are now, he believes that he will be able to find some clues.

Zheng Jin is a woodcutter, twenty-one years old, single, living in a small wooden house in the mountains, and only goes down the mountain once a day to exchange dry firewood for salt, rice, fat meat and wine. Find a cheap woman in a dark alley. The firewood he cut was always sold to the teahouses along the main road.His firewood was dry and cheap, so the shopkeeper in the teahouse would always leave him with a bowl of tea before leaving, and sometimes he would drink a pot of wine at his own expense. Even after drinking, he rarely spoke, he was not a talkative person. But on this rainy day, he likes to tell stories. He has told the same story at least twenty or thirty times.

Every time he starts to say, he always emphasizes first: "This is absolutely true. I saw it with my own eyes, otherwise I would not believe it." The story happened at noon three days ago, when he saw a knife flash in the woods. "You must never have dreamed that there would be such a knife in the world. The light of the knife flashed for a moment, and a good horse that looked like a dragon and a tiger was suddenly cut in half." "There is a young man who looks like a young man, but the sword he uses is bright red, like blood. Anyone who touches his sword will immediately lie down."

"He also has a friend whose face is so pale that it turns blue, so white that it seems transparent." "This person is even more terrifying..." Although the same story has been told twenty or thirty times, the teller still talks with gusto, and the listener still listens with gusto. But this time he actually shut his mouth before he finished speaking, because he suddenly found this pale man standing in front of him, his eyes staring at him like blades. The pitch-black knife, the light of the knife like lightning, the rain of blood like random arrows... Zheng Jin felt his stomach contracting and convulsing again, and he almost couldn't help vomiting again.

He wanted to slip, but his legs were already weak. Fu Hongxue looked at him coldly, and suddenly said, "Speak." Zheng Jin forced a smile: "Say... say what?" Fu Hongxue said, "After I left that day, what did you see?" Zheng Jin wiped his sweat and said, "I saw many things, but I didn't see them clearly." He wasn't completely lying, he was almost passed out from the fright. There was only one thing Fu Hongxue wanted to know: "What happened to the man with the red sword?" Zheng Jin answered quickly this time: "He is dead."

Fu Hongxue clenched his hands tightly, his heart sank, and his whole body was icy cold. After a long time, he was able to ask, "How did he die? Who killed him?" Zheng Jin said: "He wasn't going to die. After you drove the car away, he blocked those three people for you. It seemed that no one else dared to touch his sword, so he also found a chance to leave, and he walked away very well. It was so fast, it was like a gust of wind." When he was talking, he was thinking about what happened at that time, and the expression on his face also changed in many ways. But he spoke quickly, because he was already familiar with the story: "It's a pity that just as he ran into the woods beside the road, the light of the knife that cut the horse suddenly flew out again. Although he avoided the first knife, but That person cut down again with the second knife, and each knife was faster than the first knife."

He didn't go on, and there was no need to go on, because everyone already knew the ending! In the front is the Heavenly King Slaying Ghost Knife, and in the back are Gongsun Tu and Xiao Siwu. No matter who is in that situation, the ending is the same. Fu Hongxue remained silent. Although he looked calm on the surface, he seemed to be trampled by thousands of troops in his heart. The bright moon sinks, and the swallow flies away, never to return. He was silent for a long time before asking: "What kind of person is that person?" Zheng Jindao: "He looks like a god, like a demon king, standing there at least a head taller than anyone else, wearing gold rings on his ears, wearing clothes made of animal skins, and carrying a The knife I used was at least seven or eight feet long."

Fu Hongxue said, "What happened next?" Zheng Jindao: "That person nicknamed the cook originally wanted to chop up your friend and cook it in a pot, but the person who was playing chess firmly opposed it. Later..." He exhaled, and continued: "Later, they handed over the body of your friend to the monk of Tianlong Ancient Temple." Fu Hongxue immediately asked, "Where is Tianlong Ancient Temple?" Zheng Jindao: "I heard that it is at the north gate, but I have never been there, very few people have been there!" Fu Hongxue said, "Which monk did they hand over?"

Zheng Jin said: "There seems to be only one monk in Tianlong Ancient Temple, and he is a crazy monk. I heard that he..." Fu Hongxue said, "How is he?" Zheng Jin had a bitter face, as if he was about to vomit again: "I heard that he is not only crazy, but also likes to eat meat, human flesh." The sun is like a flame, and the road is like a furnace. Fu Hongxue walked on the furnace silently, without shedding a drop of sweat or tear. He has nothing but blood to shed. ——I will never walk when I can ride in a car, I hate walking! He happened to be the opposite of Yan Nanfei, when he could walk, he would never ride in a car!

He seemed to be deliberately torturing his legs because they caused him so much inconvenience and pain. -Sometimes I can even fall asleep while walking. Of course he would not fall asleep now, and there was a strange expression in his eyes, but it was not caused by sadness and anger, but by doubt and thought. Then he suddenly turned around, back and forth! What did he remember again? Could it be that he still has something he can't figure out, and he must go back and ask the young woodcutter? But Zheng Jin was no longer in the teahouse. "He just left." The shopkeeper of the teahouse said, "For the past two days, he was finally here to tell the story, and he always sat until after dark before leaving, but today he left very early."

He was obviously a little afraid of this pale stranger, so he was very careful when he spoke, and said very carefully: "And he walked away in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do." "Which way did he go?" The shopkeeper pointed to a long alley opposite, with a flattering and obscene smile on his face: "There is an old friend of his in that alley, who seems to be called Xiao Taozi, and he must have gone looking for her." Dark, dirty alleys, foul-smelling ditches, and litter everywhere. Fu Hongxue seemed to have no feeling at all. His eyes were shining, and the veins on the hand holding the knife were bulging, as if he was very excited and excited. What on earth did he think of? Behind a dilapidated wooden door, a woman wearing a bunch of jasmine flowers suddenly appeared. The scent of flowers, cheap makeup, and the stench of the alley mixed into a cheap and sinful allure. She intentionally put her face heavily painted with makeup and powder, and approached Fu Hongxue, her hands sneaked over, deliberately rubbing a certain point at the base of Fu Hongxue's thighs. "There is a soft and comfortable bed inside, plus me and a basin of hot water, it only costs two renminbi." She squinted her eyes with a lustful smile: "I'm only seventeen years old, but my kung fu is good, even better than Xiao Taozi." She had a good laugh, and she thought the deal was a success. Because some part of this man has changed. Fu Hongxue's pale face suddenly turned red, not only did he want to vomit, but he was also angry; in front of such a lowly woman, he couldn't even control his physical desires. Is this because he hasn't seen a woman in too long, or is it because he's already excited? ——No matter what kind of excitement, it is easy to cause sexual impulse. The woman wearing jasmine moved closer and moved her hands faster. Fu Hongxue's hand suddenly swung out and slapped her heavily on the face. She fell, hit the wooden door, and fell on her back to the ground. Strangely, there was no surprised and angry expression on her face, but an indescribable tiredness, sadness and despair. She had long been used to this kind of insult, and her anger had long been numb.Sadly for her, the deal again didn't work out. Where is dinner today?A bunch of jasmine flowers is not enough to fill the stomach. Fu Hongxue turned his face away, couldn't bear to look at her anymore, took out all the money on his body, and threw it in front of her forcefully. "Tell me, where is Little Taozi?" "It's the one at the end on the right." Jasmine had already fallen, she crawled on the ground, picked up the scattered silver, and never looked at Fu Hongxue again. Fu Hongxue had already started to walk forward, but after only a few steps, he suddenly bent down and vomited. The only door in the alley was the most polished and decent, and the paint didn't even peel off. It seems that Xiao Taozi is not only good at martial arts, but also has a good business. The door was quiet and there was no sound. How can a young and strong man and a woman with a good business be in the same room so quiet? The door was bolted, but not secure.Women who do this don't need strong latches.Just as they never need a strong belt. Push open the door, and inside is their living room, which is their bedroom.The walls seem to have been freshly painted, and are covered with all kinds of unexpected pictures. A large handful of withered camellias were placed in a teapot on the table, and beside the teapot was a half bowl of leftover pork loin noodles. It's not that this kind of woman doesn't pay attention to nourishing her body.The body is their capital, especially the waist. Apart from a wooden bed covered with bright red embroidery, the most luxurious thing in the room is the shrine above the bed. The exquisite carvings and noble yellow curtains coincide with the obscene and vulgar pictures on the four walls. A very strong contrast. Why did she keep the shrine by her bed? Does she want these gods to see the humbleness and pain of human beings with their own eyes, watch her betray herself, and then watch her die? Xiao Taozi was dead, she died on the bed with Zheng Jin, and her blood stained the red embroidery on the bed even redder. The blood flowed from the large blood vessels at the back of the neck, and a single cut was fatal. The murderer not only has a sharp knife, but also has a wealth of experience. Fu Hongxue was not surprised either.Could it be that this matter was in his expectation? ——How can a person who is not talkative usually tell stories in teahouses all day without even chopping firewood? ——He drinks, eats meat, and prostitutes, so of course he won't have any savings. ——Then after he didn't work for two days, how could he have money to find Xiao Taozi? ——and he told the story so well and wonderfully, even the expression on his face could fully match, as if he had been used to it for a long time. The conclusions to be drawn from these clues are obvious! ——He purposely stayed in the teahouse with the most people and kept telling stories, so that Fu Hongxue could find him. ——Gongsun Tu and the others gave him a sum of money and asked him to tell lies to Fu Hongxue. —so now they're killing him again. It's just that even though these inferences are completely correct, there are still some problems. —Which of the stories he told were true?Which are the lies?Why are they telling those lies?Is it to cover up for the real culprit who killed Yan Nanfei?Or was it to let Fu Hongxue go to Tianlong Ancient Temple? Fu Hongxue was not sure.But he has made up his mind, even if Tianlong ancient temple is a trap for killing people, he must go there. At this moment, the naked woman in the pool of blood suddenly flew up, pulled out a knife from under the pillow, and stabbed him in the chest. From the closet at the back, someone also jumped out, stabbing his back with a silver spear in his palm like a poisonous snake. This was an absolutely unexpected move. Zheng Jin is really dead, no one would think that the woman who died beside him is still alive. No one paid attention to a lowly woman lying naked in a pool of blood. No one could have imagined that this woman's attack was not only vicious and accurate, but also as fast as lightning. Fu Hongxue didn't move, and he didn't draw his saber, so he didn't need to parry or dodge at all. At this moment, a knife flashed outside the door, brushed the silver gun assassin's right neck and flew past, and nailed the naked woman's throat. Blood arrows were marked out from the back of the man's right neck, and the woman's body just lifted up before falling down again. With just a flash of the knife light, the lives and souls of two people were taken away. Blood rained down. Fu Hongxue turned around slowly and saw Xiao Siwu. He also had a knife in his hand.This time he didn't trim his nails, but just looked at Fu Hongxue coldly. Fu Hongxue said coldly: "One knife, two lives, good knife!" Xiao Siwu said: "Really good?" Fu Hongxue said, "Good!" Xiao Siwu turned around and took two steps, then turned around suddenly and said: "Of course you can see that I am not trying to kill you." Fu Hongxue said, "Oh?" Xiao Siwu said: "I just want you to look at my saber again." Fu Hongxue said, "I've seen it now!" Xiao Siwu said: "You have seen me shoot three times, and the other two are aimed at you. Regarding my shots, no one else in the world can know better than you." Fu Hongxue said, "Very likely." Xiao Siwu said: "Ye Kai is your friend, of course you have seen him make moves." Fu Hongxue admitted. Of course he had, and more than once. Xiao Siwu said: "Now I just want to ask you one thing, if you don't want to tell me, I don't blame you." Fu Hongxue said, "You ask." Xiao Siwu said: "What is my flying knife that is inferior to Ye Kai?" Fu Hongxue was silent, and it took a long time before he slowly said: "You shot me twice, the first time you tried your best, but you gave a warning before you shot; the second time you didn't make a sound, but you left two Participate." Xiao Siwu didn't deny it either. Fu Hongxue said: "It's only because you know in your heart that you shouldn't kill me. You have absolutely no reason to kill me. So when you acted, you lacked an invincible sense of righteousness." He slowly continued: "Ye Kai wants to kill, but he must be killed, so he is better than you!" Xiao Siwu said: "Just this?" Fu Hongxue said: "This is enough, you will never be as good as him!" Xiao Siwu also remained silent for a long time, then turned around suddenly, and left without looking back. Fu Hongxue didn't look back. After walking for a while, Xiao Siwu suddenly turned back and said loudly: "Just wait, one day I will be stronger than him, and when that day comes, I will definitely kill you." Fu Hongxue said flatly, "I will definitely wait for you." If you want to kill, there is no taboo. Should Fu Hongxue also kill Xiao Siwu this time? ——If you don’t kill him this time, I’m afraid you will die by his knife next time. This time Fu Hongxue didn't make a move again, but he didn't regret it, because he had put down a handful of seeds and put them in Xiao Siwu's heart. is the seed of justice. He knew those seeds would bear fruit one day. When they walked out of the narrow alley, the seventeen-year-old girl put a bunch of jasmine flowers on her temples, stood at the door, and secretly looked at Fu Hongxue, looking a little scared and curious at the same time. No one would ever give her dozens of taels of silver for no reason. This pale lame man must be a strange person. Although Fu Hongxue didn't want to see her again, he couldn't help but glance at her. When he reached the alley, she suddenly said loudly: "You hit me to show that you like me, and I know you will definitely come to me in the future." Her voice was louder: "I will definitely wait for you." The Tianlong Ancient Temple is the Great Tianlong Temple. It was originally a place full of incense. No one knows why it suddenly fell into the cold, but there are many legends about it. One of the most widely circulated legends is that this ancient temple with a solemn appearance is actually a prostitution den. Beautiful women who go to worship Buddha are often captured in secret rooms in the temple, and those who refuse to comply are beaten to death. So every night when there are no stars and no moon, their lonely souls and ghosts will appear nearby. As for whether there is really a secret room in this temple, and how many good women have been raped and humiliated, no one can be sure, because no one has seen it with their own eyes! But since this kind of rumor started, the number of people who come here to offer incense has gradually decreased. If a person believes that only a little sesame oil money can be exchanged for the safety and blessings of the four seasons, of course he will not study the truth and falsehood of the rumors very carefully. Outside the ancient temple is a dense jungle, even in spring, the fallen leaves are piled up thickly. Originally, the path leading directly to the temple gate has long been covered by fallen leaves and weeds. Even those who have been here many times, it is difficult to identify the path once they walk into the dark woods. Fu Hongxue never came here even once! From where he was standing now, there were huge trees all around, all almost identical. He couldn't tell which direction to go was the right one. While hesitating, there was a sound of footsteps on the fallen leaves. A monk with delicate features, as elegant as a crane, stepped on the fallen leaves and stepped forward. His elegant moon-white monk robe was spotless. Although he is not very old, it seems that he is undoubtedly an eminent monk with extremely deep cultivation. Although Fu Hongxue was not a devout Buddhist, he respected eminent monks and celebrities equally. "Where is Master going?" "Where you come from, of course you will go to where you are going." The monk raised his eyebrows and closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and didn't even look at him at all. Fu Hongxue still refused to give up the opportunity to ask for directions, and now there was no time for him to go astray. "Master, do you know where the ancient temple of Tianlong is going?" "You come with me." The monk's steps are serene and slow, it seems that even if this road leads to the west, he will never take a step faster. Fu Hongxue could only slowly follow behind! The sky became darker, and they finally came to a small hexagonal pavilion.The vermilion paint on the railings outside the pavilion has peeled off. Inside the pavilion are a piano, a game of chess, a jug of wine, a pair of pens and ink, and a small red clay stove. In this secluded woods, playing the piano and playing chess, reciting poems and cooking wine, eminent monks are just like celebrities, always in high spirits. Although Fu Hongxue had never had such a leisurely and refined taste, he also respected other people's noble hobbies. The elegant monk walked into the small pavilion, picked up a chess piece, and stared at it with a pensive expression in his eyes, as if he was thinking about how to make this move. So he slowly put this chess piece into his mouth, and swallowed it with a "gulp". Then he chopped the qin into pieces, stuffed it into the stove, lit a fire, poured out the wine in the pot to wash his feet, poured the ink from the stone inkstone into the pot, put it on the fire to cook, and then held the chessboard Get up, keep beating, with a satisfied smile on your face, as if you think this kind of sound is far more pleasant than the sound of the piano. Fu Hongxue was stunned. ——This eminent monk with profound cultivation is actually a crazy monk. Fu Hongxue was stunned again. ——The monk is not only crazy, but also likes to eat meat, human flesh. The monk looked at him up and down, as if he was looking at how many catties of edible meat he had. Fu Hongxue still couldn't believe it. "Are you really a crazy monk?" "Crazy is not crazy, not crazy is crazy." The monk giggled, "Maybe it's not me, but you who are really crazy." "it's me?" "If you are not crazy, why are you going to die?" Fu Hongxue clenched his hands tightly and said, "Do you know who I am? Do you know where I'm going?" The monk nodded, shook his head again, suddenly looked up to the sky, and murmured: "It's over, the ancient temple of a thousand years is about to collapse, and the sea of ​​people is full of blood, where do you ask the monk to go?" He suddenly lifted the wine pot on the stove and poured it into his mouth. The ink flowed out from the corner of his mouth, staining his spotless moon-white monk robe. He suddenly knelt down on the ground, burst into tears, pointed at the west and said loudly: "If you are going to die, go quickly! Sometimes it is better to be alive than to be dead." At this moment, a bell suddenly rang in the west! Only the thousand-year-old bronze bell in the ancient temple can strike such a clear and loud bell. If there is only one mad monk in the ancient temple, who is the one who rings the bell? The weeping monk suddenly jumped up again, his eyes filled with shock and fear. "It's the death knell," he cried. "When the death knell rings, someone must die!" He jumped up and threw Fu Hongxue with the flagon, and continued, "If you don't die, someone else will. Why don't you hurry up and die?" Fu Hongxue looked at him, and said calmly, "I'll go."