The Record of the Blackening of Traitors

Wuyun Temple was originally the Huguo Temple in the Southern Dynasties, and incense was kept burning all the year round. During the Xia Jie period, under the order of the king, all the monks in Wuyun Temple were expelled, and the young beauties of the Southern Dynasties were brought here, and they were favored and favored. Not allowed.

After the fall of the Southern Dynasties, Wuyun Temple became a territory without an owner, and the dynasty never cared about it. If so, the entire Wuyun Temple was owned by itself. , It shows that the heart is black.

The old monk didn't know how he came out, but the lion opened his mouth so much that he blackmailed his ancestors.

Liancheng looked at him for a long while, and the old monk also looked at him.

The old monk has a pair of cloudy eyes, colorless, unreflective, ignorant and unconscious, his skin is wrinkled, and his body is covered with tattered clothes and cassocks, leaving only a skeleton.

The hand stretched out in front of Liancheng was covered with old and new calluses.

It turned out that he was already dead.

It's just a living corpse, left behind only by obsession, unwilling to die.

The old monk didn't speak anymore, and he couldn't speak any more. The living corpse would only repeat the words and deeds of the twelve hours before death, and the cycle repeated.

After a while, the old monk withdrew his hand and walked back quietly.

Liancheng followed.

There is a stone chamber behind the temple bell.

It is said to be a stone room, but it is just a place to nest.A mermaid oil lamp that has never been extinguished for thousands of years is placed in a convenient place, and the light is dim in the blue sky and daylight.

Further inside is covered with weeds.A moldy bedding was neatly folded on the weeds.

The old monk sat down on the weeds, wrapped his hands around his knees inexplicably, and then slowly took out a polished and shiny pipe from under the quilt.

It must have been an excellent pipe, with the peonies on it still unworn to this day.The old monk held a pipe in his mouth, smoked tobacco with a blank face, lit the fire, smacked his lips, and exhaled.

Everything in the three thousand worlds is changing day and night, but he alone will never change again.

Obsession is a really harmful thing.

Lian Cheng didn't know how long he had been looking at the old monk, until it was dusk, and with the rays of the sun, the outline of the old monk's face was soft under the dizziness.He Fang woke up from his sinking, took out two black pearls from his bosom, squeezed them in his hands and looked at them again and again.

The last bell ringer of Wuyun Temple, no one knows when he will die, just like when he came, he came and went quietly, and when he died, he refused to leave because of obsession.

Like a flower blooming at the bottom of the dark water, life and death are silent.

Liancheng thought, it's none of his business whether there is a monk ringing the bell in Wuyun Temple, what kind of people are in the world, what kind of compassion is in his heart, what bothers him most is the clear rules and regulations of Buddhism, the whole thing is the same as cutting off love and love.

Isn't it just a bell ringer? If no one is ringing the bell here, the Three Thousand Worlds can still collapse, fall down.

But for some reason, he remembered the girl in white.

Even after 1000 years, it is still vivid.

It was the most chaotic time in the Three Thousand Realms, and the clock in Foxiang was rusted and full of traces.

Right at the height of this pagoda, right at this ancient temple bell, the girl in the cardamom age desperately hit the bell with her head, the blood all over her body never stopped.

A whole body of blood, a sound of Buddha's voice.

The strength was exhausted, the blood flowed dry, but there was no sympathy.

"Forget it." Liancheng knelt down beside the old monk, "Anyway, it's useless for me to hold it, so I'll let you play with it."

In just a moment, Liancheng stood up, turned around and walked away, stepping on the steps, walking in a natural and unrestrained way, muttering words like a street magician, talking about things.

"To be happy in life is to have fun. Qinlou and Chu Pavilions look at each one. When you draw a knife and cut off the water, the water will flow again. Only a drunkenness can relieve a thousand worries."

"This floating life, what are you clinging to, sadness or hesitation..."

……

In the last sentence, he spoke very low, submerged in the setting sun that was gradually sinking down the mountain in the distance, and he didn't know who to listen to.

He walked in the corridor of floating Buddha statues, strolling in the courtyard.

The golden Buddha and silver shrines in Wuyun Temple were looted, and now only half broken stone statues are left. It is difficult to find a complete Buddha statue.

After walking around the city for a while, his addiction to alcohol came up. He took two jars of wine from a very secret cellar, sat on the top of the Buddha, and drank silently.

This wine has been stored for thousands of years, and it is so strong that it burns the throat.

There is no night in Jincheng, the only city in the Three Thousand Worlds that never sleeps.

The glazed lamps below were already lit up at dusk, and they were densely packed like a long winding dragon.

The painted boat under the stone bridge, the lotus lantern on the water, the smiling dancer standing on the peacock platform with slender waist and willows, the smiling child holding a snow-green lantern on the bluestone board, and the willow flowers scattered in the wind, like It is a static suddenly active.

The pipa below played again, like broken pearls and jade, and the red lips were lightly parted, and it was another soft tune.

Just at this time, Tianji suddenly wailed, melodious and melodious.A hundred thousand black-armored cavalry came rushing forward from a distance, with thousands of troops and horses, and the momentum was so great that the ground was startled with smoke and dust, and it began to tremble and shake.

Suddenly, the corner of the small bridge and flowing water was dark.Several teenagers with lamps looked up at the sky in astonishment.

A piece of red fire feather slowly fell from the sky, the dandy from Shangjing was drunk, grabbed it, first looked at the flaming red feather in a trance, then raised his eyes to the sky in a daze, and fell down. Taking a breath, his face was full of disbelief, "This is...'"

Flying across the sky was a giant bird covered in flames. Its eyes were narrow and sharp, and its pupils were a little ice blue, awe-inspiring in frost and snow.

It flaps its wings and flies, as if its wings hang down to the sky.

"Look, look, the bird is on fire."

The innocent children gathered together, pointing to the burning red giant bird in the sky, their eyes filled with joy.

The timid little girl pulled the boy who was as tall as her, and said timidly: "Then it is so pitiful."

……

One stood there in a daze, blinked, flicked his sleeves, and raised his voice, "God...Firebird, Lieyan, is this the goddamn three-legged Golden Crow that protects the country in the legend of our dynasty?"

"Three-legged Golden Crow? Have you counted it? The Golden Crow is not at the same temperature as the sun. If it is so close, you won't die from the sun. Come and talk to a Taoist."

"The Golden Crow came out of troubled times to eliminate demons and defend Taoism. Now the world is peaceful in the three thousand worlds. Where can there be evil demons and heretics who can work for divine birds?"

"But how do you explain that the flames all over the body are not other than the Golden Crow?"

"Don't make noise, it's really the Golden Crow. After taming the Dead Sea Golden Crow, the person in Weiyang Palace cast a frost curse on the Golden Crow. 500 years ago, the golden crow, the god bird of my dynasty, could not only be reborn from the ashes of fire, but also be reborn from water. It's true. Phoenix."

"It's really a divine bird? What does the divine bird come here for? It's scary. I... I don't set fire to it, and I don't kill people. I just come here to prostitute you."

That being said, which one of you here didn't come to seek flowers and ask willows out of fame.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, the gentle country that the dynasty never cared about, inexplicably appeared the undead bird three-legged golden crow that shone brightly and could kill thousands of miles. Fear, even with such a little light, they will be burnt to slag in an instant.

The Three Thousand Realms is now in peace, and the Weiyang Palace doesn't seem to care about it. Once he takes care of things, there will be corpses strewn all over the field and blood flowing into rivers.

That man has a domineering temper and says what he says, but whoever is sentenced by him, there is no room for turning around.

Everyone in the city felt lingering fears and anxiety, and just in time for self-reflection and comfort, another golden crow flew across the sky.

The oiran lady on the high pavilion is pointing to the sky, her face is pale and pale with carefully painted makeup.

The people below all looked at her, and she didn't know whether she lowered her head because of too many people's attention, or because what she saw was too shocking, her chest fluctuated, she faltered, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Mother, Jincheng is about to end!

She didn't need to say much, the golden crow circling in the sky covered the sky and the sun, and in an instant, the entire Jincheng sky was dark.

It is clear that the flames are all over the body, but what is illuminated is boundless darkness, and even, blue snow and frost fell from the sky, which is bitingly cold.

Liancheng had seen the blue snow thousands of years ago.

This blue color is not snow, but the Qinghuo Frost Spirit used by the Charming Monster Clan to search. Wherever it goes, there are big and small things, and there is no cover. Few can escape the eyes of the Qinghuo Frost Spirit.

The Green Flame Frost Spirit needs to be supplemented by raging flames to function. Thousands of years ago, the Charming Monster clan only had such treasures, but they were struggling because they didn't know how to let the raging flames accompany them, so they were always stranded.

Now, the Green Fire Frost Spirit has a home - the eyes of the Golden Crow.

After Liancheng opened the barrier, he took a step back into the giant Buddha's ear and hid in the darkness. The Buddha mask on his face was cold and faint under the snow-blue color, strange and treacherous.

At this moment, Uncle Lian never thought that this big battle was to catch him.He reckoned that maybe it was the one above...

Ah, just that incompetent young man, who is probably Sichun, came here for treatment.

At this time, according to the original book, the three thousand worlds are safe and sound, and it is indeed a good time to search for beautiful women and warm blankets to fill the harem, full of warmth and thoughts of lust.Desire, the emperor, the ancestors can't change a single virtue.

After all, the number one oiran lady in Jincheng can be ranked fifth in the Three Thousand Realms in terms of beauty.The family background is a bit poor, but it doesn't matter, as long as it is beautiful, when the time comes to give birth to a child, the mother will be more expensive than the mother, and it will not be a bunch of people flattering and flattering.

Laugh at the poor but not at the prostitute!

The gates of the city were wide open, and the suspension bridge over the moat was also lowered. The singing, dancing and dancing were completely silent, and they all looked at the group of black armored soldiers holding long halberds, neatly stepping on the ground, extremely chilling.

Thousands of troops are besieged in the city, and I have never seen the emperor, whoring.It is rare for a prostitute to be able to exude a domineering aura.

"Man!" He turned around and left with the wine jar in hand.

At that time, Uncle Lian hadn't realized half of it.

How can there be such awareness, even if anyone who has been dead for 1000 years suddenly comes back to life, he will not consider being arrested again.

1000 years is enough for an ordinary person to reincarnate more than ten times.

Things are different, people are different, generation after generation, no one will always think about a dead person, unless he is a fool.

silly...

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The green snow falls in front of the door, and the flowers of the old days are buried [song]

[At that time, the widowed and lonely old man, Mr. Lian, don't despise him]