[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Inside Hongling Temple, there was an uproar of voices and crowds.On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, believers, men and women, and their families come to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, praying for good weather and a safe family.

The man in black led all the black-clothed swordsmen into the gate of the temple, looking majestic and menacing.

He pushed it away, fearing that they would make trouble and went up to the monks.

Glancing at the crowded monasteries and temples, he shouted in a deep voice: "Who saw a boy in gray and a red one running in? As long as you help me catch them, I will be very grateful!"

People who were burning incense, worshiping, asking for lottery, and talking in the temple all turned their heads when they heard the roar of thunder.

The man in black was stunned, and many swordsmen behind him turned pale.

——This place of holy Buddha with strong incense is actually like a purgatory devil's cave, where evil spirits are rampant.

Because everyone's face is wearing a mask of evil spirits with green faces and fangs!

A swordsman muttered to himself: "Is this the Shangyuan Festival or the Ghost Festival?"

The man in the black robe collected himself, frowned, grabbed the monk next to him, and said coldly, "What's going on?"

The monk was not frightened by the evil spirits in the temple, but was frightened by the cold eyes of the man in black, his face turned pale.

He tremblingly said: "Giving, benefactor, this is the tradition of our temple. On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, you come wearing a ghost mask. After paying homage to the Buddha, you take off the ghost mask and leave, which means to restore the original, and the evil spirits will not invade..."

Before the monk could finish speaking, the man in black gave him a hard push and threw him to the ground.

His cold eyes swept across each ghost face, so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate the mask, and clearly see the face hidden under it.

The man in Xuanyi ordered: "Guard the gate, lift the mask, don't let them escape in the chaos."

All the swordsmen in black shouted in unison: "Yes!"

Everyone strode forward vigorously, reached out and grabbed someone, and then lifted the ghost face.

Immediately there was a sound of cursing and howling in Hongling Temple, and the people who didn't know the inside story struggled and fled in fear.Those who managed to escape to the gate of the temple heard the sound of swords being drawn in a hurry, and a cold shadow of the sword flashed in front of their eyes—they were forced by the black-clothed swordsmen guarding outside the temple with their blades. go back.

When the masks of more than a dozen people were lifted, a shrill exclamation suddenly broke through the sky.

A black-clothed swordsman looked at the man whose mask was removed in horror. His whole body and the mask in his hand trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

He pushed the opponent away and shouted: "Ghost ah ah!"

The person who was pushed fell to the ground, his face exposed in full view.

——No mouth, no ears, no eyes, no nose, the whole face is as round as an egg, as if all the protruding objects have been cut off by a knife, and the places like the eyes and mouth that originally had holes were replaced by people Sewn it up with needles and threads... This is a brutal and hideous face without a face!

The faceless man seemed to feel that people were looking at him. He shook his body like an epileptic, screaming and wailing in pain and misery.

The cry seemed contagious, and everyone who saw his face couldn't help trembling, backing away, and howling in terror.

Seeing that the whole temple was about to fall into chaos, the man in the black robe froze his eyes, and he instructed the two to restrain the faceless man convulsing and writhing on the ground.

To those black-clothed swordsmen who were cowering in shock, he shouted in a deep voice: "Do you still remember what Wang Lianhua's title is?!"

"It's just disguise."

"Don't be messy! Continue to stir up!"

Hearing this, the black-clothed swordsmen settled down a bit, summoned up their courage and continued to catch people.

Unexpectedly, the next series of masks were uncovered, either with green faces and fangs, or faces covered with abscesses, some were burnt to the point of coke, some were swollen pale and swollen by blisters, some had their skin peeled off, some had their eyes gouged out, and some even had their faces gouged out. Another person seemed to have been nested in the skull by insects. When the mask was lifted, wasps danced wildly and stung the swordsman in black beyond recognition... The whole temple was like a hell on earth, and the bone-chilling fear pervaded the air.

The more masks were removed, the more terrified and unspeakable, the heart and gallbladder were torn apart.

Even the brave swordsman in black began to suspect that it was really disguised, or that they accidentally entered the ghost temple, not to mention the ordinary people who came to burn incense and worship Buddha.

The monk who was pushed to the ground by the man in black stared wide-eyed, seeing the "ghost faces" that were thousands of times more terrifying than the masks of evil ghosts, and screamed fiercely: "The gate of ghosts is closed, everyone run away!" Bar!"

As soon as the voice fell, he took the lead and ran towards the gate of the temple.

This sentence exploded like a thunderbolt among the crowd, and the people no longer ignored the threat of weapons, and all rushed towards the gate like a tide.

A swordsman drew out his long sword, looked at the chaotic flow of people with glaring eyes, and shouted: "Don't move around, or I will use the knife!"

But he was hit on the head with a stone...

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On the roof of the Daxiong Palace, Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua were fighting.

Shen Lang always had a three-foot-long iron sword hanging from his waist, but he rarely used it.

The sword is a murder weapon, blood will be seen when it comes out, but Shen Lang is gentle and doesn't like to kill people.Therefore, the iron sword he brought out from the Shen family was only regarded as a nostalgia for home and hometown.

At this moment, the long sword is out of its sheath, not to cut off Wang Lianhua's head, but to...

The shadow of the sword rises, and the white light appears——

This sword is like a shooting star falling into the sky, it is unrestrained, graceful, and so graceful that it cannot be seen.

Wang Lianhua only felt a gust of breeze blowing by, and there was a soft "pop" in his ears, the red silk that bound his hair broke, and a black hair fell down his neck, covering half of his face.

In the hut in the backstage of Feixia Garden, Wang Lianhua also let out her hair, but compared to the indigo dress back then, Shen Lang looked more pleasing to Shen Lang at this moment with her crimson dress and white fan.

Probably because Wang Lianhua is a ball of fire, bright, passionate, indulgent and cunning, so the fiery crimson color makes him more dazzling and radiant than any other color.

Shen Lang's gaze looking at Wang Lianhua was as clear as a lake, but it seemed that a gust of breeze had blown by, wrinkling layers of ripples.

The tip of the sword lightly touched Wang Lianhua's neck, and the blade was lifted slightly, lifting the person's head.

Shen Lang smiled cleanly and brightly.

He said, "Do you still fight?"

Wang Lianhua half-closed one exposed eye, looked at Shen Lang again and again, and he always felt that there was a playfulness and cunning hidden in that bright smile.

Wang Lianhua said: "Don't fight anymore, Daxia Shen's martial arts skills are world-class, and my younger brother is willing to bow down."

He salivated and said: "You take it easy when you draw the sword, don't shake my little brother's life by shaking your hand."

Shen Lang's eyes moved slightly, he smiled helplessly, turned the long sword, and put it back into its sheath.

Wang Lianhua grabbed her messy hair and threw it behind her. Her straight black hair suddenly became messy and rough.

He walked to the edge of the eaves, shook his long clothes, sat with his legs bent, turned his head to look at Shen Lang, reached out and patted the tile beside him, motioning him to come and sit down.

Shen Lang walked over calmly and sat down next to him.

Looking sideways at Wang Lianhua, who was laughing happily because of the chaos in the temple.

He sighed softly: "What's the point of you doing this?"

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Isn't it meaningful to make me open-minded and happy?"

Shen Lang smiled and shook his head.

"Forget it," he said.

"deep meaning."

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On the top of the majestic Daxiong Palace, Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua sat side by side.

The two of them looked beyond the walls of the monastery, where the lights of thousands of houses were twinkling, as if the stars were scattered in the world.

The magnificent lanterns are pulled by long ropes, criss-crossing, covering all directions, overlapping gold and red oranges, dyeing the long street, like a long river of fine wine flowing, drunk with a city and fireworks in the middle of the night.

The two sat quietly for a while.

The cold night wind blew Wang Lianhua's hair into a mess, he said with a smile: "This night and this scene, how can there be no wine?"

Then, with a twist of his wrist, he pulled out a jug of wine out of thin air like a magic trick.

On the bright and clean celadon surface of the jug, there is a small "green" character engraved on it.Uncover the cork, the wine inside is clear and translucent, as green as emeralds, and a fragrance like bamboo leaves wafts out.Anyone who loves wine here will know that this jug is filled with high-quality wine from a time-honored wine shop called "Qingjiu Zhai" on Ruixiang Street.

Like a greedy alcoholic, Wang Lianhua raised the wine pot and took a big sip, half of the wine in the pot was lost in one gulp.

He reached out to wipe off the wine stains on his lips, and handed the remaining wine to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang smiled slightly and shook his head.

Wang Lianhua said: "Don't want to drink?"

"Then let's be more elegant, how about baking tea and making tea?"

After finishing speaking, with a flick of his long sleeve, a bag of tea appeared in his hand.

The tea leaves are shaped like short needles, thin, round and straight, mostly pekoe.The tea fragrance is long, fresh and elegant, mixed with a touch of bitterness, which is the top-quality Xinyang Maojian.

Shen Lang looked at the tea leaves handed to him, but still shook his head.

Wang Lianhua patted her palm with a folding fan, and said: "I don't drink wine, and I don't taste tea... It seems that you are hungry, why don't you try this pastry."

After saying that, Wang Lianhua sent Shen Lang a plate of pastries made of glutinous rice that was crystal clear and full of fragrance.

Holding the pastry in his hands, Shen Lang couldn't help laughing out loud.

He said: "When did you learn how to be empty-handed?"

"How many things did you steal from others along the way?"

Although it was exposed by Shen Lang, the thief who took advantage of it was not at all embarrassed.

He has a dignified appearance and a dignified expression, as calm as a nobleman who has laid out a feast for guests.

Folding the fan lightly, he said with a smile: "My 'Thousand Faces' Wang Lianhua, why am I not good at art? Is there any need to learn it?"

"And the word 'stolen' is not used properly. I just put them in my pocket and use them to entertain Shen Daxia."

"Being able to enter the belly of the No.1 hero in this world is better than entering the belly of some common people's filth, right?"

Hearing this, Shen Lang laughed again and again.

He said: "The number one hero in the world, but you turned him into a street mouse, hiding in Tibet."

"Isn't this statement boasting and boasting?"

Wang Lianhua didn't deny it either, her long eyebrows were raised slightly, and a touch of color undisguisedly floated between her brows.

Shen Lang thought for a while, and said: "Young Master set up such a grand banquet for me, and Shen can't help but express it."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword.

Wang Lianhua was startled, thinking that Shen Lang would draw his sword and fight again.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang pulled out a candied haws wrapped in oiled paper from behind the hilt of his sword.

He put the candied haws in Wang Lianhua's hands, his eyebrows and eyes were curved like a moon like a hook.

"Reciprocity."