Chapter 28 Chapter 27 Seeing the Flower Monk Again

Suddenly hearing a rush of bells ringing from the top of the mountain, Zhao Ziyuan's meditation was interrupted. Zhao Ziyuan knew that there must be a change, and his heart was pounding. The three Wudang sons looked at each other and said inadvertently: "Someone broke into the Taoist temple of this mountain at night..." Unintentionally, his expression changed, and he said: "Could it be him again?" Unintentionally said: "If it's him, take strict precautions in the past few days, and discipline him not to leave!" Zhao Ziyuan was slightly startled, he didn't know who he was referring to, although he was very curious, he didn't like to ask more questions.

Da Li Zhenren said to Zhao Ziyuan: "The poor Taoist must rush back to the Taoist temple as soon as possible, this fellow Taoist, please go easy." Zhao Ziyuan said: "I have something to ask to see your head teacher, so how about asking the Taoist priest to lead the way?" Tianli real person frowned and said: "Teacher Tianshi Daoist has not seen outsiders recently, fellow Taoist, please come back..." Zhao Ziyuan said: "I want to see Headmaster Tianshi for a very urgent matter. Since I have come all the way to Wudang, how can I just turn back here?"

The bell on the top of the mountain rang intermittently, Tianli Zhenren showed a look of anxiety, and said: "Taoist warnings keep coming. I'm sorry that I don't have time to talk more. Fellow Daoists, please." After saying that, he waved his hand and walked away with Wuxin, Wuxin, Zhao Ziyuan said anxiously: "What I want to tell Headmaster Gui is, is the Daoist still ignoring the matter of a broken sword?" This sentence is really more effective than the thousands of words he said, Dashi Dashi's body shook, Huo Di stopped, turned his head and said in a low voice:

"Broken Sword? Do you also know the secret about Broken Sword?" Although Zhao Ziyuan didn't understand what the other party mentioned was the secret, but seeing Wudang's three sons and six eyes staring at him, he could only nod emphatically.Tianshi Zhenren said: "Follow the poor road..." The three sons started walking hand in hand, and Zhao Ziyuan hurriedly followed. After walking for a distance, he turned to the left at the mountainside, and in front of him stood a huge stone with three large characters engraved on it: "Untie the Sword Rock" Unintentionally lost his figure, looked at Zhao Ziyuan who was following behind, and said:

"Hey, do you carry a weapon with you? There are so many cumbersome rules in this school, and Wudang Taoist priests are so tired of being a Taoist priest. For example, when guests are asked to untie swords at Jiejianyan, it annoys me so much. Order me to be in charge of it,..." Zhao Ziyuan showed a knowing smile, and said to his heart that Wuwu in front of him is really not suitable for being a Taoist priest, but he joined Wudang and was ranked among the third sons. In the future, under the influence of the respectable Wudang elders, I don't know what he will look like. It's a very interesting thing.

And before he was in front of his elder Tianli real person, he was unscrupulous and said what he wanted, which also made Zhao Ziyuan a lot of goodwill.Zhao Ziyuan bowed his head and said, "It's just that I don't have the habit of carrying a sword with me." Inadvertently laughed and said: "That's the best way to save a lot of trouble." The four of them galloped towards the top of the mountain, and gradually a large Taoist temple was exposed, with high eaves and teeth, more than ten feet high. In front of the Taoist temple, there was a red clay wall, and two bronze doors were sandwiched between two large stone pillars. , the copper door was already wide open at this moment, and the rapid bell sounded from inside the door.

When people rushed to watch the gate, they saw that the lights in the temple were shining like daytime, and there were figures on the left and right. There were two rows of Taoist priests standing on both sides of the hall, each holding a long sword with solemn faces. Zhao Ziyuan secretly thought that Wudang was already on alert, what kind of person was the person who did not interrogate the people who broke into the mountain that night, and made this one of the top sects so laborious, calling the police late at night? Immortal Tianli followed Zhao Ziyuan to wait in the main hall, turned around and walked into the inner hall, and after a while, accompanied by an old Taoist in green robe, he walked out quickly.

The face of the old Taoist scratched the dagger, and a clear and clear air was faintly coming out, it was the master of the Wudang sect who taught Zhenren Tianshi——Renren Tianshi looked extremely heavy, he gave Zhao Ziyuan a brief look, and said: "What does the benefactor have to teach? " Zhao Ziyuan bowed and cupped his fists, saluted solemnly, and said: "Xiao Ke Zhao Ziyuan, I came here to report something to the Taoist priest. This matter is related to a broken sword in Guiguan's collection..." Master Tianshi frowned, and said: "The benefactor has come from a long way. For this?"

Zhao Ziyuan thought about why the other party suddenly frowned, and then said for a while: "As far as Xiao Ke knows, both Guiguan and Songshan Shaolin Temple have such a broken sword in their collections. The Cold Moon Sword in Shaolin Temple has been lost, and there are two Starry Broken Swords left here. Preventive measures, I'm afraid they are unreliable..." Immortal Tianshi said in a deep voice: "It's very secret that the Sect and the Shaolin each have a broken sword, how did the benefactor know?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "To tell you the truth, Xiao Ke learned about it by overhearing other people talking."

Immortal Tianshi opened his eyes, flashed a divine light, and said: "Thanks to the benefactor for coming to the police, you can go—" Zhao Ziyuan was stunned and said: "Xiao Ke is definitely not pretending to be an alarmist. The Taoist priest must keep the Stars and Broken Sword properly, otherwise..." Master Tianshi lowered his voice and said: "The Broken Star Sword was stolen five days ago!" In an instant Zhao Ziyuan's whole body felt like an electric shock, his mind was completely numb, and he stood there in a daze, unable to speak a word for a long time.

Given the great reputation of Shaolin and Wudang, the large number of masters, and the strict gate control, it is unimaginable that the things collected in the temples have been lost one after another. At this moment, the sound of footsteps outside the hall was messy, and he walked quickly into a middle-aged Taoist with a long sword slanted on his back, and stood in front of the real Tianshi. The middle-aged Taoist seemed to be of a very high seniority, he only saluted slightly to the master Tianshi, and whispered a few words in Tianshi's ear. Immortal Tianshi's expression changed drastically, he glanced at Zhao Ziyuan, and said: "Benefactor Zhao, please rest in the hall for a while, I want to go out and have a look—" The body didn't make any gestures, he had already arrived at the guarding place, Zhao Ziyuan's heart was broken when he saw that light-handed kungfu, he thought that the other party was the master of a school, but from his astonishing body skills, he could see the whole leopard of other kung fu. Seeing the third son of Wudang rushing out of the Guanmen gate following the real Tianshi, the middle-aged Taoist waved his hand, and hundreds of Taoist priests filed out of the hall, leaving only two Taoist priests with swords guarding the gate. Seeing this, Zhao Ziyuan was secretly puzzled, and thought: "Even if there is a warning from Wudang, the middle-aged Taoist shouldn't have sent all the disciples out of the hall. In this way, wouldn't the internal defense be empty? If I were an enemy, as long as I used a golden cicada to escape the shell, I would be able to fight without bloodshed. Sneak into the inner hall and do whatever you want..." Just thinking of this, a figure fell silently from the side door of the main hall. The man looked around for a while, smiled with satisfaction, and walked in!The two Taoist priests guarding the main entrance of the main hall were startled and shouted, "Who are they?" With a swing of the long sword in his hand, both of them attacked quickly. The man sneered, his palms fluttered, and he slashed left and right. Before the swords of the two Taoists arrived, they flew away Zhang Xu with their palms, and their corpses lay on the ground. Zhao Ziyuan was horrified when he saw that the person had dealt with the two Taoist priests as soon as he made a move. He took a closer look and saw that the person was dressed in a strange costume. He was Di Yifei from Mobei! Di Yifei also found Zhao Ziyuan at this moment, and said in a daze: "My surname is Zhao, what are you doing in Wudang Chunyang Temple?" Zhao Ziyuan asked back: "And you?" Di Yifei said coldly: "Di has always hated other people meddling in their own business. Are you qualified to question me?" Zhao Ziyuan had seen the other party's arrogance, so he didn't feel disobedient at all, and said: "Di Yifei, Wudang stole a broken sword a few days ago, but you did it?" Zhao Ziyuan continued: "I know that you, surnamed Di, are circling between Zhen Dingyuan and Wu Xiaoqiu, and you have the right and wrong, so don't worry about your plans. You stole two broken swords from Shaolin and Wudang one after another. What is your intention?" The astonishment on Di Yifei's face disappeared instantly, and he said: "Now Di doesn't have the time to chatter with you. If you are sensible, just stand aside obediently. If you dare to interfere with Di's actions, then I will kill you first regardless of the time constraints!" When Zhao Ziyuan thought about it, he knew that the other party came in during the time when the Wudang disciples were fully transferred out of the customs. With Di Yifei's martial arts, although he was not his opponent, it must be no problem to support hundreds of moves. At present, he is responding Be good at using this kind of restraining power, so that the real master can turn around. Di Yifei didn't hesitate even more, he swung himself up and rushed towards the inner hall, Zhao Ziyuan followed far behind, seeing Di Yifei go around the corridor and turn into an inner room on the right. Zhao Ziyuan then dodged in, and saw that the inner room was very simple, but the windows were bright and clean, which made people feel like he was out of the world, and he thought it was the residence of the real head teacher. Where the line of sight met, Di Yifei was reaching for a scabbard hanging on the wall, and he made a sneering sound of "hey" and "hey". Zhao Ziyuan shouted: "Di Yifei, you sneaked into Wudang's head teacher's residence stealthily, or stole it, and it happened that Zhao ran into it, so how can you let it go." Di Yifei's eyes were fierce, and he said: "Zhao, you It's too long!" Jumping up with a swish, both palms interlaced and sent out two palms in succession, the palm strength is as powerful as a giant axe, and hit Zhao Ziyuan straight in the chest. Zhao Ziyuan expected that he would make a move, he swung his left hand horizontally, and waited to send out his internal force to seal him, but he expected that Di Yifei's palm strength seemed amazing, but in fact it was just a false move. Grabbing the broken sword on the wall with one hand, he leaped out in the air. A clear voice shouted: "return to!" The figure stopped in a flash, and there was a loud "bang" from the door of the room. A strong and unreliable internal force surged like a long wave breaking through the shore. Zhao Ziyuan was far away, and he still felt suffocated, and his clothes flew into the air. In order to be able to support it, he had to hold his breath and fight with his kung fu. His heart trembled, and when he looked around, Di Yifei had been forced to retreat, and there was a calm and composed Headmaster Tianshi standing at the door——. Immortal Tianshi stared at Di Yifei closely without anger and prestige in his eyes, and said: "Benefactor, put down the scabbard in your hand!" Di Yifei smiled indifferently and said: "The Taoist master has such profound skills, I think the head teacher Tianshi came here in person." Real person Tianshi saw that the other party wanted to talk about him, but did not drop the scabbard as he said. He smiled coldly and said in a deep voice: "Benefactor, don't play tricks. The poor monk immediately asks you to let go of the scabbard as soon as he makes a move. Do you want to try it?" Di Yifei said: "Teacher Daoist is easy to say." He glanced at Master Tianshi, and most of him believed it in his heart. Master Tianshi masters Wudang, and his martial arts are so high that he is like a contemporary master. Although Di Yifei is very proud of his own skills, he can't help it. With the tension in my heart, I focused all my attention on the enemy's movements. Just at this time, suddenly there was a sharp howl, and there was no end to the air, and Di Yifei's expression changed in an instant, and his attitude was very flustered. Immortal Tianshi shouted in astonishment: "Benefactor, the poor monk told you to put down the scabbard!" These few words were uttered with full strength, shaking the whole inner room, Di Yifei's heart trembled for a while, suddenly the figure beside him was blurred, the pulse of his right elbow was hit by someone, and his five fingers As soon as it was loosened, there was a sound of "divination", and the scabbard dropped to the ground! The howling sound gradually increased, twisting and turning in the night sky, and did not go away for a long time. Di Yifei didn't want to stay for a long time, and no longer cared about the scabbard that fell off the ground, he pulled himself forward and rushed forward. Wudang's third son came in right at this moment, unintentionally shouted: "Fellow Daoist stay behind—" The third son quickly stood leaning against the corner of the room door, and it seemed that Di Yifei was already unable to fly. The howling stopped abruptly, followed by a long laugh, and a figure fell down from the roof. His body was so sick that even Headmaster Tianshi could only feel a blur in front of his eyes, as for Zhao Ziprinciple, he couldn't see clearly at all. . The man said in a cold voice: "How can monks force people to go too far, just fly and rush!" Wudang's three sons turned around at the same time; they struggled with their palms, but who knew that the figure was flickering left and right, with no fixed position at all, and the three masters' palm strength did not work at all. With a sound of "choking", the real person Tianli has drawn out the long sword from his waist, the figure is still in shape, and he just sneers endlessly.Di Yifei shouted, "Get out of the way!" As soon as he rushed forward, the head teacher Tianshi didn't stop him, and the third son was restrained by the person who came later, Di Yifei jumped out like a flying fish in a flash, and jumped onto the roof with the person who came later, shoulder to shoulder dash.The castration is faster than the meteor in the sky, and it has lost its trace in a blink of an eye.... Wu Wu watched the three of them disappear in an instant, and said with a sigh: "There are quite a few of them coming tonight. The two frontrunners just stalked in front of the Taoist temple for a while, and then hurried away. They dared to lure the enemy..." Zhao Ziyuan thought about it, and blurted out: "Two people a boot?" Unintentionally nodded, said: "Those two people were dressed in strange clothes. They obviously came from outside the Great Wall. Pindao heard that they called each other Nuantu, Bakingtu, and their names were very strange." In front of the master teacher, he no longer dared to speak as presumptuously and rudely as before, but he was naturally unrestrained, and when he raised his face and spoke suddenly, it seemed a bit nondescript. But Zhao Ziyuan was not in the mood to pay attention to this, and thought to himself: "Wonderful rabbit, aren't roasted rabbits the two Mongolian men I met on the Shaanxi-Gansu Road a few days ago? At that time, they vaguely revealed that they were ordered by the local barbarian Khan to enter the pass to make trouble, but why did they have a relationship with Di Yifei?" Have you got on the road? It shows that there is a big problem with the origin of the surname Di..." Tianli Zhenren said: "Then who is the last person to come? Does the head teacher have any clues?" Master Tianshi pondered for a while and said: "Earlier, when Pindao heard the whistling sound, he had already guessed the identity of that person, but after seeing his lightness kung fu, he couldn't be sure." Tianli Zhenren said: "That person's lightness kung fu is indeed elusive. In my opinion, even the Baiyue Luofu family, which is famous for its lightness kung fu, may not be able to catch this person." When mentioning lightness kung fu, Zhao Ziyuan remembered a past event.On that day, the second child fortune teller and the third child Kannong of the Black Rock Three Monsters were killed in Huangyuan, a ghost town. Ha Jinfu, who was ambushing in the old house, saw a ghostly figure. It was said that the speed was so fast that he could hardly believe it. In my own eyes, the lightness kung fu and physical skills of the latter two are so superb, I can't say it's a coincidence. There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and the middle-aged Taoist hurried in, looked around, and said: "The enemy retreated?" Master Tianshi nodded slightly and said: "Junior Brother Qingfeng, where did you go after calling the police just now? The poor Taoist thought that you were guarding the main hall, so he went out to meet the enemy with peace of mind. I don't want you to neglect your duty, causing the enemy to kill two disciples of our sect in a row. He broke into the inner room all the time, but fortunately this benefactor Zhao acted generously and restrained his time, and Pindao rushed back in time, so he didn't succeed..." The middle-aged Taoist priest Qingfeng faltered and said: "It was my negligence. After seeing a suspicious figure outside the hall, I rashly chased it out. I didn't expect the enemy to take advantage of it. Forgive me, Master." Zhao Ziyuan frowned secretly, thinking: "According to what I saw in the hall at the time, Taoist Master Qingfeng clearly didn't come out of the hall to chase some suspicious figure. Why did he lie to the master teacher, and the head teacher Tianshi seems to be quite tolerant to him, I don't know why reason?" He pondered and couldn't find an answer. He felt that the situation was getting more and more complicated, and he could hardly sort out any clues, so he stopped thinking about it. Master Tianshi leaned over and picked up the scabbard from the ground, saying: "When the enemy stole Fanxing Broken Sword, he left the scabbard and did not take it away. Tonight he went back and forth, and his purpose was this scabbard." Tianli Zhenren said: "The broken sword has already been taken by them. Why do they still attach so much importance to the scabbard? I dare say there must be something weird in it!" Zhao Ziyuan couldn't hold back anymore, he took a step forward and said to Master Shi: "Xiao Ke is bold, can you ask me about the elder?" Tianshi Zhenren said: "The benefactor has something to say, but it's okay to ask." Zhao Ziyuan said: "I heard that the Broken Sword Collection in Guiguan and Shaolin Temple was entrusted by one person. Is it true that this matter is not judged?" Master Tianshi's complexion changed suddenly, and he said: "Where did the benefactor hear this?" Zhao Ziyuan avoided answering and said: "If the rumors are true, can the priest tell who the person who entrusted him is?" Headmaster Tianshi and Reverend Tianli looked at each other, Reverend Tianli said solemnly: "Did the benefactor ask the abbot of Shaolin?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Xiao Ke has not been to Songshan Shaoshi yet." Tianli Zhenren said: "That's it. If the benefactor asks the abbot of Shaolin this question, he will not give you any answer, but I hope the benefactor will not make it difficult for others..." Zhao Ziyuan was greatly disappointed and said: "What does the Taoist priest mean by this?" Reverend Tianli looked at Reverend Tianshi, meaning that the head teacher must answer this question himself, Reverend Tianshi's eyes closed slightly; he said: "Twenty years ago, when the humble sect and Shaolin began to collect the Fanxing and Hanyue Broken Swords respectively, they had a tacit agreement that they were not allowed to disclose anything about the Broken Sword. You can't be the master." Daoist Qingfeng at the side suddenly interjected: "Fellow Daoist, you are asking this hard. Could it be that it has something to do with Broken Sword?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "Yu Xiaoke himself has a very important relationship with martial arts in the world!" Daoist Qingfeng's expression changed drastically, and he said: "Fellow Daoist's words are too serious. A few half-broken swords are worth so much attention." Zhao Ziyuan didn't think so, and said: "The relationship between Broken Sword is so important, Xiao Ke didn't realize it until recently—" Speaking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he silently said to himself: "Qingfengdao said in his long story, 'several' broken swords, not two. Does he also know that there are more than two broken swords?" Taoist Qingfeng said: "To sum up, now that the Broken Sword has been lost, there is no point in talking about it." Zhao Ziyuan said: "It's not meaningless, even though the Broken Sword is lost, there is still this scabbard Qingfeng Daochang's face was sullen, and he was speechless for a while. Headmaster Tianshi looked at Zhao Ziyuan as if he had been reminded of something, his eyes fell on the scabbard in his hand, and he said in a low voice: "By the way, there is still this scabbard..." His voice paused , murmured: "Autumn is cold and the wind crosses the river, the hero breaks the sword and the emerald lake waves..." Tianli Zhenren said anxiously: "Teacher Daoist, what's wrong?" Headmaster Tianshi seemed to have never heard of it, and just kept murmuring: "Autumn is cold and the wind crosses the river, the hero breaks the sword and the emerald lake waves..." Zhao Ziyuan's body trembled, remembering that a few days ago, he heard Zhen Dingyuan recite this incomprehensible poem in front of the Xiangchuan saint, and he couldn't help but look dazed. Headmaster Tianshi stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, as if lost in memory. Zhao Ziyuan said: "Daoist, Xiao Ke still has a question to ask." Immortal Tianshi waved his hand to stop him from continuing. He clamped the top of the scabbard with two fingers, and twisted his other hand vigorously. There was a sound of "peeling", and there was an extra scabbard in his hand. Zhao Ziyuan took a closer look. , it turned out that there was an interlayer inside the scabbard, and the inner scabbard was pulled out by Master Tianshi's forceful rotation. When the inner layer was pulled out, a piece of paper fell down, and everyone in the room was stunned. Daoist Qingfeng stepped forward quickly, picked up the piece of paper, Master Tianshi frowned and said: "bring here." Daoist Qingfeng hesitated for a while, and finally handed the paper to Tianshi. Zhao Ziyuan couldn't help but be curious, and looked closer. Perhaps after many years, the piece of paper had turned yellow, and there were a few lines of scrawled words on it: "Looking at September, it's four o'clock, and the waning moon is slanting. Yu Tu heard the sound of hooves and the neighing of horses approaching from far away. Yu lives in a remote place. How can he come to ride at night? It's quite strange, and he heard the sound of knocking on the door. I opened it, but there was no one outside the door. Then I went back to the room, and I felt that there were lamps and flames and shadows, and it was like this for three consecutive nights. Could it be that ghosts are haunting evil spirits?" Zhao Ziyuan could only see his heart pounding, but before he knew it, his palms were already dripping with sweat. Daoist Qingfeng said: "There is no head and no tail, who wrote this?" Immortal Tianshi hissed, and said: "Shut up, let's read it first—" the piece of paper continued: "On the fourth night, there was a strong wind and rain, and there was another night rider. I went out to look at it, but there was still no one around, but the muddy ground was wet with rain, and the hoof marks were messy. I walked along the horse tracks and came to a deserted grave. I saw a knight in white standing in front of a tomb, with phosphorous flames lingering nearby, like a wandering soul returning home. The knight in white saw Yu approaching and raised his hand to beckon him. At this point, the piece of paper seems to have been torn in half, and there is no writing on it. Zhao Ziyuan's heart almost jumped to the mouth, and he lost his voice: "Ghost town!...The location written on the piece of paper is ghost town, and the cemetery in the suburbs of ghost town!" In an instant, five people and ten eyes in the room stared at Zhao Ziyuan at the same time. Zhao Ziyuan didn't notice it, chewing carefully on the words left on the piece of paper, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a trace of the whole incident. He still couldn't figure out the cause and effect.Immortal Tianshi said in a deep voice, "Has the benefactor seen the same piece of paper with writing on it?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "In the ancient house in Huangyuan, a ghost town, Xiao Ke saw these words engraved on a coffin—" Qingfeng Daochang interrupted and said: "Is the inscription on the coffin exactly the same as the piece of paper?" Zhao Ziyuan shook his head and said: "Otherwise, the coffin was only engraved with the words 'Looking at the end of the ninth month, the four watches of the hour, the waning moon hanging obliquely, Yu Tuwen---', which is much less than the words left on the piece of paper, and it was engraved on it with the strength of a vajra finger." , from Xiao Ke’s point of view, it seems that I want to leave it with someone to watch—” Daoist Qingfeng coughed lightly and said: "Benefactor Zhao, are you reading correctly?" Zhao Ziyuan subconsciously glanced at Daoist Qingfeng, seeing the strange expression on his face, he quickly turned his eyes and said: "What Xiaoke saw is absolutely true, and he didn't make up a single word." When he said this, another strange idea suddenly came to his mind, as if he had already found another clue in the mist. He cupped his fists at Master Tianshi and said: "Daoist, please forgive the crime of disturbing, and I will bid farewell." Walk three steps backwards, exit the inner room, and rise up in a flash. Immortal Tianshi shouted: "The benefactor is waiting—" However, Zhao Ziyuan had gone far away, and the waning moon was already slanting, layers of bright clouds gathered on the top of the sky, the hazy and dark night spread around, the empty mountain was quiet, only the sharp evening wind moaned and made noise like running water... Under the light of the moon, Zhao Ziyuan turned over the back mountain, followed a small path and went straight away, away from Daguan in a moment, and went down to the foot of Wudang Mountain. The thoughts in his mind were still surging, and he meditated silently: "The trip to Wudang was unexpectedly fruitful. Although the broken sword has been stolen, as long as I find out the ins and outs of this matter, most of the doubts and doubts will be resolved." Thinking of all the encounters on Wudang Mountain just now, I thought to myself: "Didn't the boss of Heiyan, Li Xiangye, spit out 'ghost town deserted garden' when he was dying? It seems that if I just go to the ghost town again, I will definitely get a lot of new clues." Thinking in my heart, I unknowingly stepped on the road to the ghost town. In the evening of this day, Zhao Ziyuan arrived at a small town, estimated to be about three days away from the ghost town. He has been driving non-stop for the past few days, exhausted physically and mentally, and needs to take a good rest. , I found a "Yuelai Inn" to settle down. This Yuelai Inn doesn't have a big facade, but the restaurant in the front hall is quite spacious, Zhao Ziyuan took a carry-on by himself, and ordered drinks and dinner to come later. Just as he was eating and drinking, a middle-aged Taoist with a long sword in his back came to the door of the small shop. Zhao Ziyuan glanced at it unintentionally, and the person who came was Wudang Qingfeng Daoist! That Taoist Master Qingfeng swept his eyes around the store, his eyes flicked over Zhao Ziyuan, his demeanor was quite calm, he walked to the table by the window and sat down. Zhao Ziyuan's heart tightened in the air, and he thought: "Daoist Qingfeng obviously followed me here on purpose. I was completely unaware of it along the way. It was too negligent. What's the purpose of not interrogating him?" The Qingfeng Daoist had clearly noticed Zhao Ziyuan, but he pretended not to see him, ordered a few vegetarian dishes from the waiter, and ate with his head bowed. Zhao Ziyuan thought that instead of being bored in his heart, it would be better to test him with words, so he stood up, arched his hands at Taoist Master Qingfeng and said: "I didn't expect to meet the Taoist priest here again. What a coincidence." Daoist Qingfeng showed no expression on his face, and said: "Ingenious, indeed ingenious." Zhao Ziyuan said: "If the Taoist priest doesn't dislike it, how about moving over to sit at the same table?" Master Qingfeng pondered and said: "No need to bother, besides, Pindao is waiting for someone..." Before he could finish his words, suddenly a Buddha's call came from outside the shop door. The sound of "Amitabha" was so heavy and powerful that everyone in the store was shocked, they stopped eating unconsciously, and looked up. I saw a big monk dressed in a gray cassock, carrying a handy shovel on his shoulders, and looking strange, standing outside the threshold! Zhao Ziyuan was in doubt, thinking in his heart: "Isn't this the monk who called himself Monk Hua? Why did he come here?" When he squinted at Taoist Master Qingfeng, he was staring at Monk Hua intently. Monk Hua stepped across the threshold, walked around several tables, and walked slowly to the long table in Qingfengdao, and sat down on a chair. Daoist Qingfeng closed his eyes slightly, and said: "Has the monk just arrived?" Monk Hua said: "The poor monk came here in a hurry after receiving the notification from your successor—" When Zhao Ziyuan heard the words, he already had a score in his heart, and thought to himself: "The good show has begun. It turns out that the two of them made an appointment to meet here in advance. I have to pay special attention to it..." Monk Hua clapped his hands and shouted: "Man, bring me two catties of blanched white dry, and make some fish and meat side dishes to go with the wine!" The shop assistant was taken aback, thinking he had heard it wrong, and murmured: "What... what did the master order? Please say it again—say it again..." Monk Hua said angrily: "Two catties of Baigan old wine, fish, meat, wine and vegetables, didn't you hear clearly? The wine and vegetables were delivered late, be careful I'll smash this bird shop!" The clerk has been working for a long time and has dealt with all kinds of tourists, but this is the first time he has encountered a monk who blatantly ordered some wine and meat. Offended, busy and left. Gathering together in the restaurant, dare to gather a monk together, is already eye-catching enough, but at this moment, after Monk Hua yelled, the eyes of all the drinkers fell on this table. Monk Hua lifted his eyelids, revealing two fierce and cold lights, and swept around, everyone shuddered, and all looked away. Qingfeng Daochang said coldly: "For several years, your habit of drinking and drinking has not changed." Monk Hua cracked his mouth and said with a smile: "Except for the level of sex, eating, drinking, and gambling, poor monks can't live without it for a day. Daoist, you know me very well, so why bother to pretend to be sarcastic." Taking a sip from a glass of wine, he cursed: "Take this kind of women's light wine and drink it with the poor monk. Don't you want to open your hotel?" With a flick of his hand, he poured the full glass of wine on the ground, smashing the glass to pieces. The store clerk exchanged a jar of old wine with a smile on his face. Monk Hua poured a glass full, raised his toast and drank it down, touched his lips, and repeatedly shouted: "It hurts! It's so satisfying!" Taoist Master Qingfeng said coldly: "Too much wine will cause trouble, you'd better drink less." Monk Hua raised his sleeve to wipe off the wine stains on his mouth, saying: "Joke, how can a jar of old wine make me drunk." Master Qingfeng said in a deep voice: "Did you bring that word?" Monk Hua said: "Here we are." He blinked at Master Qingfeng and said loudly, "Niubi, we haven't met for a long time, today we have to do a good job, don't let it go..." As he spoke, he reached out and took out a pack of cards, spread them out and placed them on the table. Zhao Ziyuan thought: "What does the so-called fight in my monk Daohua's words refer to? It turned out that he was going to gamble again. Could it be that he didn't shy away from playing Da Lala with Daoist Qingfeng Douye in front of all the drinkers?" ? The strange thing is, did Master Qingfeng just come to him to bring 'that words'? It clearly meant something, what did Monk Hua take out that pack of cards?" Qingfengdao said: "Are your hands itchy again? Poor Dao will play a game of cards with you." Monk Hua started to build the tiles, his technique was very neat and tidy, he threw the dice and said: "The black kong is three points, four or five doubles, unlucky, you flip the cards first—" Taoist Master Qingfeng was about to reach out to take a card, when Monk Hua held him down and said: "Wait a minute, what are you betting on?" Master Qingfeng smiled and said: "How about betting on a pot of old wine?" Monk Hua nodded, suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Flip the twenty-sixth—the twenty-seventh card..." Zhao Ziyuan had a thought, although the monk Hua lowered his voice, but because he was sitting next to him, he used his kung fu to eavesdrop, so he could still hear clearly. He silently exclaimed: "Sure enough, there is a ghost—" Monk Ganqing Hua and Daoist Qingfeng deliberately used card fighting as a trick to deceive others, but in fact they were secretly sending messages or conducting some kind of transaction conspiracy. Since Monk Hua instructed Daoist Qingfeng to overturn the twenty-seventh card, It can be seen that there must be something weird about that card. Zhao Ziyuan thought of this, and his eyes watched Qingfeng Daoist's gesture of lifting the card. Daoist Qingfeng counted the cards as if nothing had happened, and then took out one of the cards and put it in his hand. Others thought he was counting the number of cards, but Zhao Ziyuan had a clue in his mind,——The Daoist Qingfeng What I got in my hand was the twenty-seventh card! Daoist Qingfeng squinted his eyes, stared at the bottom of the card in his hand, and said "um", "um", "um", "um" from time to time. Zhao Ziyuan looked from the side with his excursion eyes, and from a distance, he could only glimpse a few lines of black characters written on the bottom of the card, and there was a picture beside it, which was somewhat similar to a tomb! In an instant, he seemed to have been hit by a club on the head, thinking to himself: "If the drawing on the bottom of the playing card turned out to be a picture of a tomb, things would be a mess, because the writing on the piece of paper hidden in the scabbard also mentioned the word "tomb." , the two can’t be just a coincidence, can they?” Daoist Qingfeng carefully looked at it for a long time, then put the card back to its original place. Monk Hua whispered: "Turn over another forty-fifth card—" Daoist Qingfeng nodded slightly, counted the cards again, and then drew out one of the cards to cover the face of the cards with his hands, and looked closely at them. Zhao Ziyuan couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer, he rolled his eyes, he had a calculation in his mind, he stood up and walked quickly to the table of monk and Taoist, he cupped his hands at Monk Hua, and said loudly : "Master, stay safe." Monk Hua didn't say a word, just snorted heavily from his nostrils. Zhao Ziyuan said: "I remember the last time we met, Master and Xiao Ke still had a game to go. Today, by chance, we met Master, and Master was in high spirits. We just happened to continue that unfinished game. Monk Hua's expression changed slightly, and said: "The future is long, we have more opportunities to gamble, why are you in a hurry!" Zhao Ziyuan smiled and said: "Daoist Qingfeng and Grandmaster are old acquaintances, so they have more chances to play cards than I do. The district committee is eager for real skills, so let's make a big difference. Haha, Daoist, please let Xiaoke play a game first!" Daoist Qingfeng stretched out his hand unceremoniously, and took the "forty-fifth" card from the palm of Daoist Qingfeng. Daoist Qingfeng didn't guard against this, and in a moment of carelessness, the card in his hand was snatched away by the other party. Zhao Ziyuan pretended not to care much and opened the bottom of the card. Suddenly, Daoist Qingfeng snorted coldly, and the Taoist robe flicked lightly. The card that Zhao Ziyuan just got was drawn into Daoist Qingfeng again before he could look it over. In the sleeves... Master Qingfeng sneered and said: "Friend Daoist, you are wasting your efforts in vain." Zhao Ziyuan was stunned for a while, and said: "Is the Taoist priest not letting me take part in the game?" Monk Hua snorted and said: "Stop playing tricks in front of us, do you want to see the content of this hole card?" Zhao Ziyuan said perfunctorily: "I only want to bet on this set of cards." Monk Hua said: "Bet your life?" Zhao Ziyuan said: "It's okay to gamble your life, as long as there is a considerable price." Monk Hua was about to speak, when suddenly his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted, his eyes widened, and the same thing happened when he saw Feng Daochang again! Zhao Ziyuan followed the line of sight of the two of them, but saw a dark corner of the store, sitting on a table, who looked like he was too drunk, and was dressed in a white cloth. A long sword was placed on the table in front of him. A yellow tassel on the hilt fluttered slightly against the night wind blowing from the shop. Monk Hua murmured dreamily: "That sword, the yellow tassel on that hilt..." Master Qingfeng frowned and said: "You, what's wrong with you?" Monk Hua whispered: "The yellow tassel on the hilt... yes, it's him!..." Daoist Qingfeng's expression became much more solemn, and he said: "It's him? Monk, don't you admit your mistake?" Monk Hua said: "No mistake, I remember clearly, no mistake." The man in white was lying on the table, as if he had passed out drunk. Suddenly, he stood up tremblingly, slapped the table and shouted loudly: "Businessman! Look at the account!" Zhao Ziyuan subconsciously glanced at the man in white, he felt that his face was very strange, he had never seen him before, so he didn't pay much attention to it. The man in white casually dropped a silver ingot, grabbed the long sword on the table, and staggered out of the shop. Monk Hua's complexion was uncertain, and he said in a low voice: "Ox-nosed, follow up." Daoist Qingfeng pouted at Zhao Ziyuan who was seated next to him, and said in a deep voice: "What about this kid?" Monk Hua thought about it and said: "He can't run away. After we deal with this one, we will turn to deal with him." The two stood up and strode out of the shop.Monk Hua continued to exhort: "Follow me farther away, don't let your traces show." Zhao Ziyuan sneered from the bottom of his heart, and secretly said: "Why don't I follow up and have a look." Having made up his mind, he paid the bill hastily, and went out of the inn, and saw that the man in white had already walked a certain distance, and the monks walked slowly side by side, following far behind. After leaving the market, the terrain became more and more desolate as he walked, the man kept walking, humming a little tune from time to time, as if he didn't notice someone stalking behind him. Monk Hua and Daoist Qingfeng followed the person in front with all their heart, but they didn't expect that "the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind", and Zhao Ziyuan was following behind them. After dark, there were no other pedestrians on the road, Zhao Ziyuan thought: "The footsteps of the person in front are getting faster and faster, maybe he is about to perform lightness kung fu." When he raised his head, he saw the white-clothed man lifted his body, and suddenly a white shadow rushed forward like the wind and lightning, and he was already several feet away, Zhao Ziyuan sighed: "What a fast movement!" 一僧一道立时加快足步、连袂追了上去，赵子原也即疾奔而前，跟了一程，前面地势渐陡，分出数条岔路。 追到岔路当口，业已失去那白衣人及一僧一道的踪影，赵子原空自奔跑了大半天，居然连人都追丢了，不禁垂头丧气不己，无奈只有悻悻步回镇集，回到悦来客栈要了一间客房，便歇息下来。 赵子原一人坐在房中，调息运气，藉以恢复适才奔波劳顿。 他体内一股真气冲上泥丸，下达四肢百骸，徐徐运行了十八周天，顿时疲备尽去，精神矍烁畅快。 这一次运气，赵子原不意发觉自己内蕴功力大力增长，许是尔来多次与人动手过招，体内潜力逼发，内力亦随之大增，还有就是他业已能够完全发挥自己的师门心法之精髓，此一发现，顿使他心底升起莫名的兴奋。 子夜过后，赵子原犹在吐呐运气，门窗上倏地传来两声细微的剥啄声响，他江湖经验已丰，心知必有夜行人光临，当下连忙吹熄烛火，身子一振，有若轻烟一般破窗疾闪出去——就在赵子原出到窗外的同时，客栈院落突然出现一人，此人乃是由屋顶纵落，轻得一如落叶飞絮，不闻丝毫声息。 赵子原定睛一望，只见那一身道袍的武当清风道长，稳似泰山般屹立在他的面前—— 赵子原情不自禁露出讶然之容，并非为了对方去而复返，而是竟然没有见到花和尚与他在一起的缘故。 清风道长沉声道： “施主随我来！” 不待赵子原回答，便自转身朝客店外头奔去。 赵子原无暇多虑，亦自拔足跟上，那清风道长脚程甚疾，经过镇集街道时，毫不减缓速度，赵子原足下轻功完全施展开来，方不致落后。 来到镇郊一座山坡上时，清风道长聚然停下身来，回身道： “施主可知贫道招唤你到此的目的么？” 赵子原见他目光阴鸷，语气不善，不觉退了两步。 He said slowly: “正要请教。” 请风道长嘿嘿一笑，道： “这里注定了是你葬身之地，是以贫道引你至此。” 赵子原在镇集小店里，乍一见到清风道长露面时，便已猜知对方乃冲着自己而来，因此之故，此刻闻及清风道长之言，并不如何感到意外。 他故作不解道： “在下何时得罪了道长？” 清风道长冷笑不语，只是往前逼近了两步。 赵子原复道： “花和尚今午不是与道长一道追纵那白衣人么？缘何只有道长一人回转？” 清风道长冷冷道： “凡事你都要追究到底，这正是你致命之处。” Zhao Ziyuan said: “然则道长所以欲对在下不利，是为了我曾到过武当山的缘故了？” 他见清风道长并未否认，续道： “待在下想一想，我首次在纯阳观与道长朝面，当时便隐隐感觉到道长行径奇特，后来在内室之中，天石掌教不意取出剑鞘夹屋所藏的纸片，你，我及武当三子都同时在场……” 清风道长打断道： “敢情你已领悟到纸片上留字所提及的地方是何处，是以立刻兼程赶往，这座镇集是通往鬼镇必经之地呢。嘿！嘿！” 赵子原岔开话题，道： “敢问道长与天石掌教如何称呼？” 清风道长征道： “他是贫道的师兄。” Zhao Ziyuan said: “道长心性行事，皆和天石掌教迎然有异，不过这也难怪，有时为了利害不同，莫说是师兄弟，即如兄弟骨肉也会见利忘义，做出种种卑劣之事，哦，自然我说的不是道长你……”清风道长神色一变，道：“说得俐落，但你也未免太过武断了。” 他双目精光陡射，反手一抽一抖，“呛啷”一响，背上长剑已到了他的手中。 赵子原吸一口气，道： “在下差点忘记再问道长一句话，说过之后，再行动手不迟。” 清风道长道： “可是有关纸牌之事？” Zhao Ziyuan said: “道长实系有心之人，花和尚在客店里藉口与道长斗叶为戏，交给道长两张纸牌，其实……” 话未说完，清风道长猛然沉臂出剑，去势快得出奇，剑锋推到时发出嗡嗡声响，有若狂风卷帘，赵子原一愣之下，胸口已被对方剑尖抵住。 清风道长眼色阴晴不定，忽然抖手将剑尖自赵子原胸口移开。 赵子原错愕列甚，道：“道长是存心戏弄于我么？” 清风道长高声道： “说来施主或许不会相信，那两纸牌已为贫道做了手脚，置放于施主落脚的客房床上，你回去一找便能够找到。” 赵子原更觉糊涂，正在思忖要不要折身赶返客栈瞧个究竟，忽然身后传来一道极为低微的声息，似是有人轻轻叹了一口气，声音响起之处，近得就在五丈内外。