For a time, the news that the highly respected Master Chenkong passed away in Hanshan Temple spread throughout Buddhism in Kyushu. In the following days, many people came to Hanshan Temple to kneel down and express their condolences.

Xizhou, Loulan ruins.

An old man stood proudly in the vast desert.

Suddenly, the lone wild goose in the sky screamed, like weeping. The old man raised his head slightly and watched the lone wild goose fly away.

Then the old man sat down and poured two cups of hot tea.

A cup of tea is placed in front of him, and a cup of tea is placed opposite him, as if he is entertaining some non-existent distinguished guest. Even if the sky is full of wind and sand, not a grain of sand falls into the tea cup.

The old man didn't touch the tea, he just sat there, as if waiting for something to come.

Suddenly, an illusory figure appeared across from him.

The old man said to the phantom: "I didn't expect that the last trace of obsession you left in the world would actually be me."

Xuying nodded, his voice empty and low: "Amitabha."

The old man sighed, "Why bother."

However, the phantom did not answer him with words anymore. Having traveled thousands of miles from Suzhou to Loulan, its spirit was almost faint and was dissipating bit by bit at this moment.

But the old man still guessed what Xuying wanted to say when he came here, and he also knew what happened in Gusu. He looked at the empty teacup sitting opposite him and fell into deep thought.

And here at Hanshan Temple.

At dusk.

Master Chenkong remained sitting upright and chanting sutras, with a calm and composed expression. He was mourned by outsiders for seven days and then burned.

What is strange is that Master Chenkong was almost perfect during his lifetime, and all evils were eliminated. He was also very famous in the land of Kyushu. He was once recommended by Emperor Wancheng of Anhui and went to the capital to recite Dharma for the deceased emperor. However, the relics that had not been burned were dim.

Mang seems to have been left behind by an extremely ordinary eminent monk.

However, everything in the empty gate was empty, which did not bother the monks of Hanshan Temple for too long. After they enshrined the relics of Master Chenkong, they began to prepare for the funeral.

The post of abbot was originally taken over by Master Wuyou, but Master Wuyou was far away in Baima, Luoyang, studying Zen, and could not return within a short period of time, so he had to be temporarily managed by Ruhui, a disciple of Master Chenkong.

After finishing the ritual, Ruhui said to the young master Guzhou: "Master will do his best to do what the master promised to the young master before his death."

The changed Master Guzhou replied: "Thank you, Master."

Luo Feiyu was looking into the courtyard from a distance, wondering what he was thinking.

Hanshan Temple returned to normal and began to attract pilgrims. Mr. Guzhou sighed, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Luo Feiyu nodded and followed.

On a high mountain not far away, two women looked down at Hanshan Temple side by side.

One was covered in maple leaves.

One holds a jade vase and a willow branch, resembling Guanyin.

The woman in maple clothes said softly: "They are coming out."

The Blood and Tears Guanyin's eyes were piercing, looking at the sunset that was about to fall into the mountains in the distance, pinching the willow branches, "The dusk is sinking, and everything is going to sleep."

The girl in maple clothes smiled and said, "Sister Guanyin is really kind-hearted. It's not like the green face that doesn't express what she wants. It takes a long time to understand what the sister in red says."

Blood and Tears Guanyin snorted coldly, "Sister Feng, let's go."

The two women turned around and rushed down the mountain.

The sun sets in the west.

After hearing the sigh of relief, Young Master Guzhou couldn't help but look up at Luo Feiyu and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Feiyu thought for a while and said: "The facts in Hanshan Temple are strange. Lord Gu Shaoque, who has never killed anyone but has a murderous nature, and Master Chenkong, the abbot who is inexplicably incarnate, always feel that these things are not simple."

Suddenly, a ringtone rang out from nowhere. It was desolate and desolate, making people feel empty in their hearts. Luo Feiyu and Mr. Guzhou looked at each other, and they both confirmed the answer in each other's eyes, but now both of them couldn't move.

Incredible.

Green smoke filled the air, and a faceless man holding an umbrella was like a lonely soul without feet, floating slowly in front of their eyes.

In an instant, the wind blew, the green smoke drifted away, and the man in the smoke disappeared. The two of them were suddenly able to move, but a few drops of crystal nectar dripped from the sky and fell to the ground, gradually turning into a black ghost.

After roaring for a while, he disappeared into thin air.

Luo Feiyu looked horrified, "Is this?"

Mr. Guzhou said in a deep voice: "It's her."

At this time, a man holding an umbrella stood in front of him. His face was covered with a pale mask, and bells were tied to the edges of the umbrella, which glowed softly and warmly under the afterglow.

But those who know this person will feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts.

Naihe Bridge Killer, Green Face and Fangs.

Mr. Guzhou looked slightly cold and waved his folding fan gently, "Are you the only one here?"

Suddenly, a few maple leaves slowly fell, and a lush maple leaf grew rapidly from the ground. Bathed in the sunset, it was particularly charming. At the same time, a woman appeared with a soup in her hand, "You two gentlemen, why don't you drink a bowl of it?"

Meng Po Soup, forget all the trivial matters in the world."

Luo Feiyu recognized the person and frowned, "You invited me to drink soup more than ten days ago but failed to do so. Do you want to invite me again today?"

The girl in maple clothes nodded and said, "I would like to ask you two gentlemen to leave your lives here."

Luo Feiyu asked coldly: "Who is the person who ordered you to kill me?"

The girl in maple clothes gently twisted a maple leaf from the tree, "This matter has nothing to do with our employer or the transaction, but the two of you have stepped into the death place of our Naihe Bridge - Huangquan. Once outsiders step into Huangquan, they must die. This

These are our rules."

Mr. Guzhou's eyes were sharp, "Underworld? It seems that Mrs. Meng is trying to kill us. It will be difficult to escape now."

Luo Feiyu asked: "What is Huangquan?"

Young Master Guzhou murmured: "It is the place where the dead live, and it is also the killing array of Naihe Bridge. Anyone who steps into the underworld will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of fishy wind blew towards his face. Mr. Guzhou folded his fan and waved away the wind, saying, "If you don't stay well in your Guanyin Temple, who will you come out to scare?"

A kind-faced Guanyin Bodhisattva stood in front, looking at the two of them.

Luo Feiyu said in surprise: "This is... Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Mr. Guzhou smiled and said: "Even though she looks just like Guanyin Bodhisattva, if she kills people, she will be more terrifying than a ghost."

Blood and Tears Guanyin said coldly: "You know me very well."

Young Master Guzhou flicked his fan and stepped forward, "In the Naihe Bridge, there can be up to five people in the 'Huangquan', and at least one person. According to Guzhoufang's intelligence records, the 'Huangquan' with one or two people is the most common, and there are only three or more people in the 'Huangquan'. Because

From the time of the three of us, death is inevitable within the underworld!"

The woman in maple clothes gently waved the maple leaf, and Luo Feiyu immediately used his sword to split the maple leaf in half. Blood sprayed from the cracks in the maple leaf.

Seeing Luo Feiyu's fearful look, Fengyi Nu smiled jokingly and said: "Don't be afraid, little brother, this maple leaf won't hurt anyone. Besides, one of the three of us is going to take action, and the other two just need to be careful of you escaping."

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Mr. Gu Zhou asked: "Are you too confident?"

The green-faced fang took a step forward and gently moved the umbrella handle, but this time, unlike before, the bell did not make any sound.

Just when Luo Feiyu was confused, there was a sudden tearing sound under the umbrella of Qing-faced Fang, as if something was separated from the umbrella. I saw Qing-faced Fang raised his hand and touched under the umbrella, and then something appeared.

In his hands.

It was a cyan mask with an evil ghost printed on it, showing its fangs towards the sky.

He gently put the mask on his face, covering up the original pale and monotonous mask.
Chapter completed!