Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Calculating the time, it was almost the same time. Zhao Ke didn't have time to ink with the two guys, so he took out the hammer from the stamp album and walked to the Taoist priest.

There was a strong smell of blood on the hammer head, and it was still stained with fresh blood plasma. After Zhao Ke held it high above his head, Zhao Ke said, "What are your last words?"

"me……"

However, before the Taoist could finish speaking, there was a sound of broken wind, accompanied by a "click" sound of bones breaking, and the Taoist fell heavily to the ground.

A pair of eyes stared round, dying with regret.

Looking at the corpse of the Taoist priest, Zhao Ke shook his head: "Sorry, I'm not interested in listening."

As he was talking, he saw Zhao Ke walking towards the weasel beside him, holding the hammer in his hand.

A gust of wind blew, causing the forest leaves on both sides of the avenue to slap, making a sound like a tsunami.

But from time to time, there was a bang bang bang.

The sun gradually began to set.

At night, the cold mountain wind blew over, making Tong Xuan couldn't help shivering, and suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

"Who!"

A pair of red eyes opened suddenly, his eyes were blurred for a while, then with the firelight, Tong Xuan gradually saw clearly, a thin and small young man was sitting by the campfire with his back to him.

Sensing Tong Xuan's voice behind him, the young man suddenly stood up, looked at Tong Xuan, and said in surprise, "Master, you're awake."

Tong Xuan opened his mouth and found that his throat was extremely dry and hoarse. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of spit, he wanted to sit up.

But when I moved my body a little, I felt an unbearable stabbing pain in my abdomen, so I looked down.

Only then did I see that the large muscles in my abdomen had already turned black and purple, especially at the upper wound, it was even more bulging, and with a slight movement, black blood would flow out of the wound.

"Master, don't move, your injury is serious."

The young man quickly pressed Tong Xuan's shoulder and helped him to lie down slowly.

"Who are you, where is this?"

While Tong Xuan was talking, he also recalled the scene before he fainted in his mind. It seemed that someone had saved him. Could it be this young man?

"My name is Gu Tianle. I went up the mountain to find my missing brother, but when I saw that you were injured, Master, I took you to hide in this ruined temple..."

Gu Tian happily explained all the ins and outs clearly.

Tong Xuan nodded, feeling grateful, but at the same time couldn't help frowning, and said: "Monsters are rampant here, I'm afraid it's your brother..."

Tongxuan's voice just fell.

Gu Tianle's eyes suddenly turned red, and he took out a bone from his bosom, his voice became whimpering, trying to cover up his pain with his hands: "I found it, it's right next to Master, although it has become a bone, but There's absolutely nothing wrong with his clothes."

Tong Xuan's face darkened, and he clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the benefactor's condolences."

Gu Tianle wrapped the bones carefully, and gave Tong Xuan a sip of hot water. The two chatted for half the night, and Tong Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

"I blame myself for being too conceited. Now that I think about it, although that thief is despicable, it seems that he has already planned to rob me of my treasures and leave me to delay time. Although despicable, it is my own fault and I have no one to blame. "

Tongxuan reflected on himself for a while, but felt that it was too late to wake up and ended up in the current situation.

"Master, what are your plans next?" Gu Tianle asked.

"Intend……"

Tong Xuan was stunned for a while, now his injury will only get worse.

That evil rotting bone was nailed three inches into the flesh and hurt the vitals. I am afraid that he will not be able to recover now, and he will die sooner or later.

After thinking for a while, Tong Xuan looked at Gu Tianle, and said: "My life is not long, if after my death, you can send my ashes back to the White Horse Temple, it will be my wish fulfilled."

"it is good!"

Gu Tianle nodded, but then he became embarrassed again: "But the journey is too far away, I'm afraid..."

Tongxuan naturally understands the worry in the young man's heart. After all, the troubled times are about to start and demons are rampant. It is a bit too reluctant for him to run to the White Horse Temple alone as a young man.

After thinking for a while, Tongxuan said: "Well, I will teach you a method of body protection, but if you practice this method, you will be a Buddhist disciple in the future. When you go to the White Horse Temple, if you want to get started, you can follow my secret words. You can be a lay disciple, but you must not use this method to do evil."

At the end, Tong Xuan's eyes suddenly became serious.

Gu Tianle's spirit was shaken, she nodded immediately, knelt down to Tong Xuan, and performed the ceremony of master and apprentice.

"Okay, come here with your ears."

Tongxuan was very pleased to be able to take in a disciple after fulfilling his last wish before he died, and whispered the secret method of entry to Gu Tianle.

At the same time, I saw the cliff behind the temple.

A black figure sat on the edge of the cliff, with a bamboo forest behind him.

Staring at the temple below, a pair of sharp eyes showed a look of sudden enlightenment from time to time.

"I see!"

The corner of Heiying's mouth raised slightly, and he took out the string of human bone Buddha beads from his bosom, put them in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes, and began to try to practice according to the method of Tongxuan.

Chapter 393 White Bone View

The sun is gradually rising, and a ray of dawn shines a new light on the edge of the distance.

If we say that night is the world of ghosts and ghosts.

Then the dawn ahead is the boundary between humans and monsters.

The sun dawns on the earth, the sun is pure, it endows everything with a ray of yang, and it is also like a broom, sweeping away the evil spirit left by the monster at night.

At this time, Zhao Ke's thoughts moved slightly.

In the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, the golden-headed centipede began to wriggle its body excitedly, as if it was about to break out of its shell.

At this time, the sun shone on Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke couldn't help but take a deep breath, and use the first ray of scorching sun between heaven and earth to activate his mental formula.

Suddenly, Zhao Ke's mind was filled with emptiness.

The left hand hangs down naturally, and the eight mirrors in front of him are faintly visible in Zhao Ke's mind.

Each mirror reflects on Zhao Ke's body, and the pictures it illuminates are different.