[King Shen] Please enter the urn

The night of Qianfo Temple seems to be very long. Zhao Biqiong’s house is lit with a butter lamp. The dusk is dim, and the light is like beans, casting a lonely silhouette on the thin window paper. The lights are generally dying.

I didn't know how long I sat alone, until the lamp oil ran out, a faint white light gradually appeared in the sky, and the dawn was long overdue.

The skinny shadow finally got up from the table——

Zhao Biqiong pushed the door out, with a tall and straight figure and a dignified face.

He was carrying a long and narrow bundle in his hand, and he didn't know what was wrapped in it.

Under the guidance of the monks along the way, I came to the stone chamber last night again.

Once entering the stone room, there was a din of people, bustling and bustling, and it was still the scene of drunken dreams and demons dancing wildly.

If you insist on making a difference, it seems that after a night's rest, not only did everyone not recharge their energy, but they became even more depressed.

At this time, some Tishman disciples had already come to the stone room early, without the supervision of the sect leader, they were like wild horses that had run loose, drinking recklessly with others, betting with fists.

Seeing the arrival of the master, they all jumped up in a panic like monkeys with their tails stepped on. Those who hid wine hid wine, and those who grabbed money grabbed money.

When Zhao Biqiong passed by, he bowed his head to say hello.

Zhao Biqiong's eyes flicked across their faces one by one, the eyes were so sharp, many people couldn't help lowering their heads guiltily when they thought of the madness that seemed to fall into an obscene dream last night.

Only Yun Chuxiu had a calm face and did not look sideways.When Zhao Biqiong looked at him, he nodded slightly at him gently.

When Zhao Biqiong walked past him, his eyes dimmed, he closed his eyes and let out a soft breath.Open it again, just like usual.

Zhao Biqiong glanced around, and strode towards a stone table in the southeast corner.

Sitting beside the stone table was a white-haired old man.

The old man was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand, and was drinking in small sips, when suddenly the light dimmed, and he saw a person sitting in front of him.

He squinted his eyes and sized him up, and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, please come here without any problems."

Zhao Biqiong said: "Sick old man, don't you know if I'm fine?"

The sick old man took another sip of vegetable porridge, and said leisurely: "When I was treating you, I said that you need to rest well for this illness. You should not work hard, think too much, get angry, and let alone use force."

"But you have traveled thousands of miles to come to this Thousand Buddhas Temple, and you must have committed all four things by working hard, thinking too much, getting angry and using force."

"So disregarding the doctor's orders and seeking death, what else can I say?"

"I can only say one thing without pain - don't come here without any problems."

Hearing such harsh words, Zhao Biqiong, who knows the temperament of the sick and elderly, is neither angry nor angry.

He raised his hand and put the burden he brought on the table.

The sick old man glanced at it and said, "What is this?"

Zhao Biqiong grasped a corner of the bundle with his fingers, shook it lightly, and the two pale, severed arms rolled towards him.

The people around who witnessed it couldn't help but look serious, and someone hesitated and said, "Did he kill someone?"

As he spoke, he took a glance at the sweetheart Wuxin and Master Zhiku who were still sitting in the corner, secretly gloating in their hearts.

Drinking and gambling all day long, although happy, sometimes I feel bored.

Many good people are looking forward to some exciting events, just like the thrilling gamble between Wang Lianhua and Gui Laojiu yesterday.

They waited for Sweetheart Wuxin and Master Zhiku to question Zhao Biqiong, and even more hoped that they would fight.

Unexpectedly, that monk, together, still sat alone safely, ignoring them.

The sick old man glanced at the broken arm lightly, took another sip of the porridge casually, and said, "What are you doing, throwing two arms in front of me, it's useless to lose my appetite."

Having said that, the porridge was eaten with relish, and it didn't seem to spoil the appetite at all.

Zhao Biqiong said lightly: "I went out last night."

Everyone in the stone room was shocked when they heard the words, and they stared at Zhao Biqiong as if they were looking at some incredible rare beast.This is the first time they have successfully survived to the second day after hearing that someone went out in the middle of the night!

The ears couldn't help but pricked up, wanting to hear about Zhao Biqiong's thrilling experience of exploring the Thousand Buddha Temple at night.

However, Zhao Biqiong was not interested in going into details. He said very simply and roughly: "After I went out last night, someone secretly attacked me."

Pointing to the severed arms, he said, "This is the arm I cut off from the attacker."

Among them, the matter of Zhao Bisuo is omitted.

Seems to have finally aroused the interest of the sick old man, he put down the porridge bowl, smiled and said: "What about the sneak attacker?"

Zhao Biqiong was silent for a moment, and said: "After he was captured, he suddenly breathed out ghost fire and burned himself to death."

"Only a pair of broken arms are left, and I brought them back."

Will-o'-the-wisp?Such a miracle surprised everyone again.

Is there really a ghost in the Thousand Buddha Temple?Thinking of the shadow puppets, beauties and screams at night... everyone whispered and talked a lot.

Zhao Biqiong pushed the broken hand in front of the sick old man: "I want to ask you to check if there is anything weird about this hand."

The sick old man smiled and said, "So, do you think it's weird?"

Zhao Biqiong looked indifferent, noncommittal.

The sick old man laughed, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, held up his broken arm, and looked at it carefully over and over again.

After a while, he smacked his mouth with a strange expression, and said, "These are the hands of two dead men."

On the side, someone laughed and said, "Didn't Master Zhao say that the man had been raped and died? Who didn't know it was the dead man's hand?"

The sick old man sneered, "This man didn't die last night. Judging from the coagulation of the blood and the shrinkage of the meridians, he has been dead for at least half a month."

Many people lost their voices: "What, more than half a month?!"

"Could it be that there are evil ghosts, and it's impossible to resurrect the soul with a dead body?"

The sick old man said: "I don't know if it's a corpse or not."

"All I know is that this corpse has been handled with great care."

Holding his severed arm, he leaned in front of him and smelled it, a faint smell of spices mixed with carrion lingered at the tip of his nose.

He closed his eyes and said intoxicatedly: "I don't know what kind of medicine is used, but it can prevent corruption so perfectly, it is simply exquisite!"

Zhao Biqiong frowned, lost in thought.

The sick old man returned the severed arm to him and said, "I can only see so much, I can't help you with anything else."

While the two were talking, there was a rumbling sound, and the door of the stone room suddenly opened.

Holding a Buddhist bead, Wu Wu led the way with a peaceful face, followed by twelve monks, carrying two wooden coffins.

The whole stone room was silent.

The drinker stopped his glass, and the gambler discarded the dice.

Seeing the coffin early in the morning is not a happy thing anyway.

The two gloomy coffins made them wake up from the drunkenness and dream, and recalled the situation where they couldn't help themselves.

I couldn't help but feel sad—I don't know whether I can still sit here tomorrow, or become a cold corpse, lying in the dark coffin.

Wu Wu raised his hand, and there were two "bang bang", and the coffin was placed on the ground by the monks.

He looked around the crowd and said loudly: "Last night, two benefactors passed away unfortunately."

As he spoke, with a flick of his right hand, he pushed open the lid of the first coffin, revealing a bloody, horrific corpse.

The corpse's original face was hard to tell, the skin had been peeled off, revealing bright red muscles and white bones.

Even though some people looked away, most of the faces of the people were calm, with a hint of sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox, and no one showed shock at this horrific death - it can be seen that this is not the first time they have seen the skinned man dead.

Enlightenment said: "Everyone, please raise your glasses, I wish the 'wine and sex are like life' ghost Laojiu, transcend the mundane world, and reach bliss early."

Everyone raised their wine glasses sparsely, flipped their wrists, and slowly poured the wine in the glasses to the ground as a sacrifice to the souls who died in vain.

Most people are not surprised to hear the name "Ghost Old Nine". After all, yesterday his position in the Thousand Buddhas Temple was smashed by Wang Lianhua's bet, and he lost all his belongings - including money and everyone. Because of his fear, he may choose to go out and break through the barriers in order to make a comeback.

They are used to seeing too many people who are superior to Gui Laojiu, and they all go away in the middle of the night, not to mention that Gui Laojiu is better at some ghost tricks than martial arts.

His death was almost expected.

Compared with Gui Laojiu, they were more curious about who was in the other coffin.

After everyone finished sacrificing to Ghost Nine, Wu Wu waved his sleeves again, and with a bang, the lid of the second coffin fell to the ground.

He said loudly: "Everyone, please raise your glasses again, I wish Shen Lang, the 'No.

This time, there was a chaotic sound of "bang bang", and many people knocked over their wine glasses in horror.

What!The second dead person was Shen Lang? !

I saw a young man lying in the coffin, with a handsome face and serene features, if it wasn't for his pale face, he would have just fallen asleep.

The heroes in the stone room suddenly didn't know what it was like in their hearts.

Since Shen Lang's title of "No. 1 Hero in the World" was spread in the world, many people were dissatisfied and came to challenge him.Either they could not find the trace of this wanderer, or they were overwhelmed by his immaculate character.

Gradually, except for some fledgling young knights with lofty hearts, no one came to provoke him, which meant that the whole Jianghu had accepted this "No. [-] in the world".

Unexpectedly, Shen Lang, who is now "one in the world", died easily in the hands of the "ghost" of Thousand Buddha Temple.

Let them wonder if they should laugh at Shen Lang's name for being untrue, or should they worry about the treacherous Yunbo in Qianfo Temple?

For a moment, the noisy stone room was as quiet as death, and a needle could be heard falling.

But there was one person who did not believe in Shen Lang's death at all.

Zhao Biqiong took a stride and came to the coffin.The probing hand pressed on the neck of Shen Lang's corpse, it was cold and stiff to the touch, and there was no pulse, it was indeed dead.

He frowned, and his fingers slid onto the lapel of the corpse, about to pull it away.

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded from behind: "Master Zhao, it's probably inappropriate to desecrate the dead in full view."

Looking back, she saw Wang Lianhua walking with Lin Suxian.

The two laughed and talked, describing their intimacy.

Zhao Biqiong said lightly: "I just want to check the cause of Shen Lang's death."

His eyes swept over the arms they were holding, and he said: "It's you, who was in love with Shen Lang yesterday, why don't you feel sad at all when you see his body today?"

Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "Who says I'm not sad?"

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his eyes, covered his chest, and made a look of dejection.

Youyou sighed: "Obviously, we have told each other our hearts and promised each other our sincerity. Who would have thought that if we meet again today, we will be separated forever."

"Unfortunately, we have nothing to do with each other."

Seeing him in such a mood, Lin Suxian frowned, stretched out her slender fingers to caress his face, and said softly: "Wang Lang, don't mourn too much, Mr. Shen must be under the nine springs, and I don't want to see you sad for him." Desperate."

Wang Lianhua raised her hand to hold her hand, and said softly: "Suxian, it's fortunate that you are by my side, otherwise I don't know how to spend this miserable time."

Seeing the tenderness of these two people, you and me, Zhao Biqiong smiled coldly.

Turn around and stop watching their pretentious acting, let alone this play is not for him.

His eyes fell on Shen Lang's body again.

He stretched out his hand to open the placket, revealing half of his chest.A steel needle was deeply nailed into the solid left chest, starting from the wound, a purple-blue toxin imprint spread to most of the body in a spider web.

Zhao Biqiong reached out and touched the corpse, seemingly checking the wound, but actually checking the corpse for signs of disguise.

However, everything was natural, and he didn't find anything wrong.

This proves that if it is not the corpse or Shen Lang's, then the skill of the person who disguised him has reached perfection.

He glanced at Wang Lianhua with a faint glance - this happened to be the well-known Master of Disguise.

Wang Lianhua met Zhao Biqiong's gaze, and asked with a smile, "Master Zhao, have you seen anything?"

Zhao Biqiong said: "I did see something."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "How many?"

Zhao Biqiong said: "It's enough to make me wary of some people."

After all, with his hands behind his back, he turned and left.

When passing by Wang Lianhua, he whispered: "No matter what you and Shen Lang want to do, don't get in my way."

Wang Lianhua focused her eyes, and said with a smile: "Why, Master Zhao still refuses to believe that Shen Lang is dead?"

Zhao Biqiong said lightly: "If you want me to believe that he is really dead, you can cry a few tears for me first."

Hearing this, Wang Lianhua laughed lowly: "Do you really think I have deep affection for Shen Lang?"

Zhao Biqiong said: "No, I don't think so."

"But there is one person who believes so firmly."

Wang Lianhua said: "Who?"

Zhao Biqiong said: "Shen Lang."

"As far as I know, Shen Lang rarely misses it."

Without waiting for Wang Lianhua's answer, she flicked her sleeves and strode away.

Wang Lianhua watched him leave with a gentle smile and said nothing.

Lin Suxian beside him suddenly sighed softly, and said: "Why do other people know that yours believes in you deeply; but mine..."

She watched Ren Pingxing angrily push away from the crowd, leaving with hatred, with a hint of sorrow on the corners of her lips, and Lingling's sorrow in her eyes.

Wang Lianhua's dark eyes flashed a trace of contempt, and he said lightly: "That kind of man, why are you so persistent?"

Although Ren Pingxing's back was already submerged in the crowd, Lin Suxian was still staring at it bewilderedly.

She shook her head and said, "You won't understand unless Shen Lang leaves..."

Suddenly raising her sleeve to cover her red lips, she smiled softly and said, "I hope you never understand."

Just as Zhao Biqiong walked to the door, he saw Ye Jiuqiu leaning against the door with folded arms.

"Are you waiting for me?" he asked.

Ye Jiuqiu nodded and said, "Not bad."

"One thing, I think you will be very interested, old lion."

Zhao Biqiong said, "What's the matter?"

Ye Jiuqiu stared into his eyes with bright eyes, and said word by word: "Kuronggu."

Zhao Biqiong was shocked when he heard the words, suppressed his emotions, and was about to ask questions, but Ye Jiuqiu had already stepped out of the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Biqiong raised his heels and walked side by side with Ye Jiuqiu.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

Ye Jiuqiu said, "Storm Pavilion."