Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Under the moonlit night, the two figures ran hurriedly following an erratic shadow, and soon stepped out of the range of Youming Lane, and also disappeared from the ancient square city.

The two walked through a desolate and helpless group of tombs, their footsteps were rapid and regular, and they surprised the wild crow, old fox and ghostly phosphor fire hiding in the cave under the stele.

Jiang Wen was very sure this time that the things not far in front did not rely on the silkworms to pull them, so they made all kinds of weird actions right now.

The opponent is really acting like a ghost, and his posture is beyond all martial arts stereotypes. The stiff joints are motionless, and his whole body is pulled forward frame by frame, as if running on a film. .

Chasing ghosts under the moon.

These four words suddenly appeared in Jiang Wen's mind.

He just felt that his current behavior was ridiculous, that he would actually race with a corpse whose head was almost severed.But the figure not far in front of him was somewhat familiar, and Feng Daode, who was traveling with him, clenched his teeth and refused to stop for a moment, so Jiang Wen had no choice but to continue to chase.

The two of them chased for two miles, and the thing in front of them suddenly disappeared. It seemed to evaporate out of thin air. With their eyes fixed on it, it suddenly disappeared into the air.

Feng Daode stopped suddenly, his face was full of blue veins that were churning and forcibly suppressed, and he looked at Jiang Wen in disbelief.

But at this time, apart from a strange smell floating in the bitter cold wind, there was no evidence to prove that the thing they were chasing just now had really existed.

In this regard, Jiang Wen could only stop and shrug his shoulders, expressing that he knew nothing about everything in front of him-the two of them, one is the current head of the Wudang faction, a martial arts giant, and the other is that even the head of the Wudang faction admits Not only did he chase a ghost for a long time in vain, but he even lost it in the end?

"Master Feng, we didn't get dazzled just now, right?" Jiang Wen stepped forward and carefully inspected the surrounding land, making sure that there were no secret tunnels, and the other party had indeed disappeared.

Feng Daode seemed to be a little sullen about the loss, and seemed to be troubled by other things, his brows could not be furrowed, and he said with a sideways glance.

"Strange power and disordered mind, I don't say a word. Daoist Jiang, you probably won't tell what happened tonight, right?"

To this day, Feng Daode still arrogantly only calls Jiang Wen the Taoist leader, and refuses to admit his status as the head of the Wuyi sect, who is at the bottom of the Wuyi sect—maybe in his eyes, anyone who can be called the head of the Wuyi faction will have to do so anyway. It is one of the most famous sects on the rivers and lakes.

This is not only his own business, but also the face of the Wudang faction.

But this title seems very strange at this time. The two of them are either Taoist priests or dressed as Taoist priests, and they really don't see any qualifications for not talking about ghosts and gods.

Jiang Wen glared at him, only thinking that this person was too burdened as an idol, and turned his head to look at the surrounding environment, wanting to confirm where he was.

Judging from their orientation, they should have run a few miles to the southwest. At this time, they stopped and looked, and there was a dark and lurking mountain in the north. The clear and full-looking giant beast crouched in the darkness, silently looking at them.

Fortunately, there is a zigzag city wall at the foot of the mountain that can be identified. You can vaguely see the thatched grass on the top of the city, replacing the sentinels on the city wall that have long since disappeared, guarding the ancient battlements for a long time.

"The southern city wall is deserted, it seems that it has strayed into the range of Jiuxian Mountain."

Feng Daode pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "The three mountains and the two pagodas are where the Geng family competes with the Chen soldiers of the imperial court. The guards are the strictest, so it's better not to get close."

But Jiang Wen didn't think so.

He rubbed his chin and pointed to a brightly lit place not far away: "Master Feng's words are wrong. The situation in the city is treacherous now, so isn't the place with the most strict guards the place where treasures are most likely to appear?"

Jiang Wen understood very well that the Qing soldiers in the Fuzhou government were dispatched in full force, and even the monk Yankong no longer sat in the town, and went to Fuzhou city to search the big households and seal the mountains and seas, obviously for other purposes.

At this time, there was a temple not far away that was brightly lit and heavily guarded, and there was a vague silhouette of a towering tower, which was obviously like a lice on a bald head. Why didn't he join in the fun and have a look?

Feng Daode looked at him worriedly: "I won't go. Besides, Jiuxian Mountain is right in front of you, so you don't plan to go up the mountain?"

"Don't worry. If the other party really wants to kill, the body of the Red Lotus Virgin is completely cold now. What should I do while it's hot? It's better to finish watching the excitement first."

Jiang Wen waved his hand, and said indifferently, "It's you, Master Feng... how do you know that the "Nine Serenities Manual" you're looking for won't be in that temple?"

After speaking, Yunqi Qinggong got up and left, regardless of the expression of Feng Daode behind him.

Then, just as Jiang Wen expected, Feng Daode hesitated again and again, but still followed.

This Buddhist temple is located at the west foot of Jiuxian Mountain. You can see the three characters "Dingguang Temple" from a distance. There are still a few main halls that have not collapsed, and the weeds growing among the bluestone slabs in the temple are also full of desolation, all of which are yellow and old after autumn.

"This is the temple where King Shenzhi of Fujian built Baoen Dingguang Duobao White Pagoda in the Tianyou year of Tang Dynasty. Unfortunately, during the Jiajing period, most of the temples were destroyed by Japanese invaders, and they are still unable to repair them. I don't know what the Qing court is looking for here ..."

Feng Daode may be trying to ease the embarrassment, so he whispered to himself, the voice just enough for Jiang Wen to hear clearly.

And Jiang Wen didn't have time to laugh at his stubbornness at this time, he was staring at the officials of the Qing court who were busy coming in and out. The two of them could take advantage of it.

The two walked around the temple for a week, and found that it looked like a fortified place, but it looked solid on the outside and empty on the inside.In the north, there is a section of the courtyard wall that leans against the mountain and is the lowest, with the fewest people. There are miscellaneous trees for hiding, so they climbed over the outer wall of the Zen courtyard and sneaked into the courtyard during the confusion.

The lights in Dingguang Temple were brightly lit. As soon as Jiang Wen stepped into the temple, he looked up and saw a towering white pagoda with seven floors and octagonal imposing manner. The dilapidated Buddhist monastery is extremely uncoordinated.

There are excavated potholes all over the base of the tower, even prying up the white stone brick base and breaking the blue bricks. It seems that they are eager to find something, regardless of the precarious foundation, so that the heavy and solemn tower of gratitude is now There is a tilt visible to the naked eye.

The place guarded by the Qing court is farther in front, and there are only occasional idlers passing by here in the White Pagoda. It does not seem to be the work of the Qing court...

"This is done by the Geng family? What's wrong with them?" Jiang Wen was shocked.

Feng Daode was also silent for a moment: "It is said that the Geng family searched wantonly among the three mountains and two pagodas. I thought it was an exaggeration. Now it seems that there are still a lot of embellishments..."

Jiang Wen poked Feng Daode with his elbow: "Master Feng, what do you think the Geng family is looking for?"

Feng Daode calmly moved half a step to the side, and wiped off the dust on his night clothes.

"The two are competing for the same position, so what the Geng family is looking for is not far from what the Qing court thought. They should be looking for the emperor's body from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms."

"The emperor?"

"It's nothing more than the worship of the gods believed in by the state of Min. At the beginning, Huizong of Min worshiped Ruozhen God, claiming that all prayers and prayers were answered, and even the whole country was in chaos, and died in Wuyue in a hurry."

Feng Daode briefly talked about the key points, and he didn't want to mention the old strange things in the Nine Immortals Mountain. He recited "Yuanshi Tianzun Said the Northern Zhenwu Miaojing" alone, and walked forward without looking back.

The two jumped onto the top of the temple one by one, and moved quietly from the north courtyard of Dingguang Temple to the south, bit by bit approaching the more brilliantly lit Buddhist temple in the south.

Jiang Wen and Feng Daode lurked on the eaves of a roof, watched for a few quarters of an hour, and found that the main hall had been demolished, and only half of the Buddhist hall was still standing there. The degree of damage was worse than that of the Geng family. It was even more serious. Even the bottom of the blue brick railing outside the hall was turned over several times, and the ground was dug three feet.

The lights here were brightly lit, and there was no shadow of hiding. However, many peasants came in and out, carrying earth and stones, but none of them dared to approach the half-destroyed Buddhist hall, as if some kind of flood beast was locked inside.

"The Qing court is clearly looking to end its official position. If there is something, it must be hidden in that palace."

Feng Daode's eyes lit up, and he said without rebuttal, he jumped over the eaves immediately, lifted a few roof tiles and let them hang down from the beams, and sneaked into this ruined palace that everyone kept away from.

The main hall was cleaned of ruins and broken tiles, and filled with ancient relics dismantled and looted from the halls of Dingguang Temple by the Qing court. Stones and trees were piled up separately.From the recently excavated historical sites, stone troughs and stone foundations abound, and even the wooden works of the Buddhist temple are hidden among them. was abnormal.

When Jiang Wen then sneaked in, Feng Daode had already searched the pile of antiquities carefully, and had no time to care about other things.

So Jiang Wen looked around by himself, and the first thing that caught his eyes were some unique statues, such as Maitreya Bodhisattva, a female statue with distinctive Tantric style and rare in Han, and a one-armed monk statue with traces of Tuqin. The statue holds its palms with its eyes closed, and its lips are slightly parted, which is also lifelike.

Jiang has seen a lot of broken-armed Buddha statues, but one-armed statues are rare, so he couldn't help but look at them a few more times. Then he walked into another stone pile and saw a remnant stele of a monastery, telling him that this statue The ins and outs.

According to the stele, it is the story of a former eminent monk in Dingguang Temple.

In the previous dynasty, there was a long drought and no rain in Fuzhou City, and the seedlings did not grow. A famous wandering monk named Yishou said he was willing to enter the temple to pray for rain. However, his appearance was sloppy and his words were insane, so he was not allowed by the head monk.

Monk Yishou made a great wish, swung a knife and cut off his arm on the spot, shocking everyone, then sat in the firewood pile in front of the temple, chanted scriptures day and night to pray for rain, and ordered that if there was no rain in three days, he would be burned to death. .

Seeing this, Jiang Wen gasped, what a ruthless person.

Three days later, the agreed time came, and the flames of the woodpile had just risen, when suddenly heavy rain poured down and extinguished the firewood. Monk Yishou walked out of the woodpile calmly, even the injury of his broken arm had healed.

Since then, he locked himself in a firewood room in Dingguang Temple, chanting scriptures day and night, never talking to anyone, burning lamps and candles day and night, surrounded by smoke and oil, but the temple never gave him more lamp oil.

Monk Yishou hid himself in the city like this, until he quietly passed away after drinking three times on a thunderstorm night and ringing out from the rocks.In order to show his supernatural powers, the pilgrims of Dingguang Temple paid for the repair of this statue, and built this "Fayu Hall" on top of the woodshed where Monk Yishou passed away.

Just after reading the stele, Jiang Wen was still full of doubts. He saw Feng Daode clinging to his beard with a bewildered face, staring at a corner of a certain stone ancient object, then stretched out his hand tremblingly, and slowly lifted it. Open the coarse cloth covering it.

The coarse cloth slipped off, and the head of the ancient stele has Zhao Gou's imperial script of Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, with shallow relief cloud patterns all over the body, two lines of seal script in the center of the stele, "Guangyao Shousheng Taishang Emperor's Imperial Letter", surrounded by thunder patterns, engraved with fire beads, and clouds and dragons twining on both sides Unfortunately, the inscription on the inscription is completely obliterated, leaving only the inscribed small characters "Deokshou Palace Book" and a square seal.

With Feng Daode's efforts, a majestic ancient monument suddenly revealed its true face in the dark hall.The most eye-catching thing is the strong and powerful characters on the front of the monument - "Mr. Yanshan Shinto Monument"!

"The tombstone of the skull prefect is actually hidden under the Dingguang Temple!"

The Shinto stele refers to the stele standing in front of the tomb to record the life story of the deceased, mostly recording the life date and contributions of the deceased.And the stele of the skull prefect Shinto found by Feng Daode is not the tombstone of Huang Shang, the governor of the former Song Dynasty? !

Jiang Wen was also very surprised, patting the heavy stele to feel the chill from his fingertips.

"It's a pity for Master Feng, the inscription on it has been obliterated, and it's useless to find it..."

Jiang Wengang complained, and then slapped his thigh as if suddenly awakened, "I know! Monk Yankong collected these ancient relics completely, and then quietly took away the people. He must have discovered that the clues of this stele were not what he wanted. Crossing Chencang secretly!"

Feng Daode looked at the ancient monument solemnly, as if he was full of fear for this former Song Dynasty martial arts senior, with all kinds of emotions on his face, but he did not have the loss that Jiang Wen expected.

The head of the Wudang faction turned a deaf ear to Jiang Wen's words, and murmured: "The legend of the inscription on the extermination script is actually true... Could it be true that only ghosts from the nether world can understand the words on this tablet..."

Feng Daode was in a state of confusion, but Jiang Wen suddenly grabbed his shoulders, used lightness kung fu to climb onto the beams, wrapped up his sleeves to hide his whereabouts, and even his breathing and heartbeat became long and weak.

Following the sound of a series of eager footsteps, a shadow was projected outside the door, suddenly knocked open the door of the remnant hall, and rushed in cunningly.

And outside the door behind him was a series of Qing soldiers and civilian husbands who fell to the ground and died tragically. A total of dozens of people fell to the ground and died without making a sound!

Feng Daode gestured with his eyes and asked Jiang Wen why he noticed someone approaching.Jiang Wen mouthed two words succinctly - murderous.

The intruder was dressed in black erratically, stepping between the shadows in the hall with every step, melting and swaying like ripples in the lake, completely unable to see the truth and reality, Jiang Wen only found out that his face was in the ups and downs of his figure. Wearing a mask, it was like standing in front of the wordless stone tablet with fascination, watching without distraction.

And that mask is a ghost face that he is very familiar with, with upside-down and distorted features, and it is an identical ghost face man!

Jiang Wen quickly looked at Feng Daode, but found that he also had the same blank expression, observing the situation in the hall with great fear, and his pupils shrank as the other party searched and approached the inscription "Mr. Yanshan Shinto Monument".

It can be seen that Feng Daode doesn't know the other party, and he doesn't like people who covet the "Nine Serenities Manual" like this.

Jiang Wen glanced at the scene outside the house again, all the way was a servant who died suddenly, this man didn't seem to have any intention of covering up his whereabouts, and started killing as he pleased.

But then he thought, this matter is not that simple.

The ghost-masked men dressed in the same clothes secretly stirred up storms all over the city, provoking the already fragile nerves of all parties. Now this killing will undoubtedly ignite the anger of the Qing court, and once again intensify the relationship between the Qing court and the Geng family. contradiction.

And this incident seems to be a situation that the black hands behind the scenes are happy to see.

While thinking about it, Jiang Wen looked up at Feng Daode.With their eyes intertwined, they wrote two identical characters on the dusty beams with their fingers as pens.

kill!

At this time, the enemy is as clear as a mantis catching cicadas and orioles are behind, if you don't end the ghost-masked man here, you will miss a great opportunity!

Seeing that the words were in one place, Jiang Wen and Feng Daode didn't move any more, they flew down from the beams of the roof respectively, and made one-hit-kill moves one after another.

Feng Daode restrained his figure in mid-air, and after landing, he sprang out like a civet cat. The distance of more than ten feet was reached in an instant, his hands were hidden in his night clothes, and he was full of strength, but when he got close to him, he shot like a civet with such ferocity. In this state, the five fingers stand upright like tiger claws.

In the method of killing, since ancient times, the fist is not as good as the palm, and the palm is not as good as the fingers. Feng Daode shot straight to the extra-meridian acupoint on the waist and eye.It's not that it's a part that ordinary outsiders can touch, but the shape of the waist is not easy to grasp, and it is much closer to the source of the opponent's waist and muscles. It is extremely difficult to get it if you are not sure, but once you succeed, the enemy will A narrow escape, either dead or disabled.

Feng Daode was only showing his talents when he released his skills, and Jiang Wen, who was half a step behind deliberately, also rushed to him, and attacked him.

Seeing that Feng Daode used the kung fu of punching acupuncture points to catch people, Jiang Wen, who was attacking from both sides, understood that the moves should not be the same, so as not to interfere with each other, so he decisively searched for a martial art from the vast sea of ​​martial arts, and the palm strength can be detonated five feet away .

Feng Daode suddenly felt a chill hit his face, and a palm force was like overwhelming mountains and seas. The cold internal force rushed over, and just being affected was instantly chilled to the bone.And the ghost-masked man who bears the brunt is even more cold and poisonous, his tentacles are icy cold, and Feng Daode's tiger claws seem to touch a piece of ice, which is full of coldness.

This ambush was between light and flint, and the ghost-faced man didn't even have time to react, and he was already hit by the martial arts of the two.

Martial arts are fierce and fierce, and warriors are second to none. In this case, the ghost-masked man screamed and suddenly stepped into a shadow. His whole body bounced like a sponge, and his body was also volatile. , forcibly broke free from the encirclement and flew into the air, smashing through the roof tiles and trying to escape.

Feng Daode was inexplicably surprised, and saw the strange behavior of the ghost-masked man looking back at the "Mr. Yanshan Shinto Monument" which was only one step away before he fled, and said in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"This person has ulterior motives and must not stay!"

No need to explain, Jiang and Feng knew the principle of eradicating evil and doing everything. They flew out of the Fayu Hall, followed the ghost-masked man through the thorny forest, and crashed into a deserted stone path.

The two chased all the way from the stone path east of the main hall of Dingguang Temple. When they saw a square stone pavilion on the mountainside, they had already entered the range of Jiuxian Mountain.

Jiang Wen once saw this road in the daytime. It leads directly to Bufeng Peak on the top of Jiuxian Mountain.Leaning on the fence and looking west, you can see towering green mountains and steep ancient pagodas. On a boulder, there are still stone carvings dancing like dragons and phoenixes. It is the song "Moon on the West River" written by Xin Qiji when he was the magistrate of Fuzhou and the pacifier of Fujian.

The speed of the ghost-faced man is not fast, obviously he has been injured by the joint efforts of the two, but because he is familiar with the terrain of Jiuxian Mountain, he can always take a step faster, but the two still gritted their teeth to catch up. After all, it didn't help, and there were many strange phenomena of stuttering and stagnation in the movements.

At this time, an ancient banyan tree appeared on the mountain road with its fibrous roots drooping and erratic, and a tree almost became a forest. It has stood under the rock for an unknown number of years, and the crown of the tree is lush and shades the sky.

Just when the victory was in sight, the ghost-masked man suddenly leaped into the air, jumped into the banyan tree that seven or eight people might not be able to reach, and suddenly disappeared.

Feng Daode got up and was about to climb the tree, but was held back by Jiang Wen. He swung his sword in the air and chopped it on some untraceable, steel-like silk thread with a clang. There is only one end to be cut off from the body.

"Master Feng, why don't you even recognize the used celestial silk? The other party seems to have an ambush."

Jiang Wen said with a strange expression: "There must be a hollow in the heart of the ancient tree, and the man hid in it. Be careful and beware of sudden cold arrows!"

Then Jiang Wen leaped up the tree trunk first, moved the branches and leaves with the ancient bronze sword in his hand, cut off the silk threads hanging between the branches, and broke into a very deep gap between the trees.

In the dark gap, the ghost-faced man seemed to be waiting for work, facing them motionless, his upside-down and terrifying face seemed to be sneering silently.Jiang Wen sensed something was wrong, and confronted the other party silently, holding the sword in his hand without saying a word.

Seeing this scene, Feng Daode raised his hand and was about to make a move. His five fingers were like tiger claws pointing towards the dead point outside the meridian. As soon as he came up, he was very successful and merciless, wanting to test out the strength of the opponent's ambush here.

However, at this moment, Jiang Wen's action was a step faster, and he met Feng Daode's tiger claw with a backhand, and forced him back with softness.

"Why stop me!?"

Feng Daode looked at Jiang Wen angrily, "There is clearly no silk here!"

"Such a scheming person is really rare. The escape path left for me is actually a plan for the golden cicada to escape its shell and Li Daitao to stiffen at the end of the mountain!"

In the gap between the trees, Jiang Wen's eyes were flickering, and he walked straight forward slowly, cut off the sky silk on the back of the ghost-masked man with two swords, and took advantage of the man's limp fall, stepped forward to tear off the man's mask, revealing a Zhang's appearance has been damaged in many places, but still looks beautiful and beautiful.

Jiang Wen was already somewhat confident in his speech, and Feng Daode also stepped forward frowning, nodded slightly to Jiang Wen, and spit out the name Jiang Wen expected from his mouth.

"This person is... the Madonna of the Red Lotus..."

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