At midnight, the twilight was deeper, and the "Yongde Inn" was quiet and uninhabited, and the houses were gloomy and dark, only the messy night breeze blew the dilapidated lintels and the tumbling leaves on the ground. The sound of www.biquge.info invasion is everywhere, as if telling the desolation and loneliness here.

Such a night, such a desolate place, but at this time, a person came from a distance, a monk with Zen beads on his chest and a bare head.

The bright moon, obscured by dark clouds, was blown away by the wind again and again, and was blown together again and again, and his bare head also met in the night, shining for a while, and gradually dimming for a while.

His back was very straight, and he walked very fast, but in half a pillar of incense, he had already arrived in front of the door of the "Yongde Inn".

There was no sound in the courtyard walls, and there was not a single living thing to be seen, such a desolate place, and at night, for ordinary people, everything was normal. But for those who practice Buddhism, especially those who have profound Dharma cultivation, it seems that it is not so simple.

The monk gently pushed the door open, and as soon as the door opened, a set of fallen leaves was blown out, flying towards him, and his long white eyebrows were also raised, and then the fine dust hit the door in front of him, and he quickly shook up his spacious cuffs to cover the door, until the wind stopped and the leaves fell, and he withdrew his sleeves.

He kept his face calm and looked around, a touch of gloomy and cold air made him frown and even his eyes became cold.

This monk is the disciple of the Bodhi Temple - Hui Zheng Zen Master, and he is also the monk who treated Yu Qingqiu during the day, and this time he came to the "Yongde Inn" late at night, just for the unclean things.

In a dilapidated guest room in the deep courtyard, a dim lamp was placed on a cobweb-covered wooden table, and the white wick was wrapped in a layer of dull yellow light mist.

In the light, an old man with scattered hair sat quietly on a chair, holding a purple gold bell in his hand, and his pale eyes stared closely at a sarcophagus in the corner.

In the white sarcophagus, from time to time, there are crab-like corpses, crawling from the inside out, and then from the outside to the inside, like ants moving, and the trip goes on and on.

The old man stared closely into the sarcophagus, as if he hadn't noticed the crawling claws.

Just as he was obliviously watching, suddenly a corpse claw ran up to his neck, opened its tentacles and was about to burrow into it. The old man's pale eyes suddenly flashed, and his lightning-like fingers grabbed the corpse claw on his neck, and without even looking at it, he suddenly stuffed it into his mouth.

Then he looked at the sarcophagus in a daze, chewing his mouth vigorously, his sharp teeth biting the black shell of the corpse's claws, and the eight-legged tentacles were also chewed to rot. The dark brown juice from the internal organs of the corpse claws kept flowing out of the corners of the mouth, some dripping to the ground, and some still dripping down the neck.

His face was tense, his eyes were wide open, and the "squeak" of chewing was obviously eating with relish, as if he was having a good meal.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the sarcophagus, a hand with blurred flesh and festering skin, the hand tightly grabbed the edge of the sarcophagus, and the snort of "whirring" kept coming from the sarcophagus, the sound was like a patient with asthma.

The old man, with his disheveled hair, suddenly rolled his eyes, got up and ran towards the sarcophagus, and then hung his head around the sarcophagus, staring silently.

He stared intently at the sarcophagus, walked around, suddenly stretched out his arm, took out a short knife from his waist, and then stood up and touched the tip of the knife on his arm, and as soon as the tip of the knife touched his arm, a red line of blood was drawn.

The blood lines flowed out from under the skin, down the arm to the fingertips, and from the fingers to the sarcophagus.

Drop by drop, drop by drop......

After a while, the sarcophagus suddenly shook slightly, and the roar became louder and louder, as if it was like the wail of a tortured person.

Just when the wailing continued, the sarcophagus suddenly shook with a loud shock, and a "person" sat up from inside, the "person" shook his head, his hair was scattered, and his dark brown face seemed to be rolled in boiling water, tightly wrinkled together.

The abrupt white eyes were like two bird's eggs stuffed into the eye sockets, and there were no dark spots in the eyes.

The shrunken face has made it impossible to recognize his face, and his facial features have become deformed, but they can still vaguely distinguish where they are.

The old man's eyes were as they surveyed him, and the red blood on his arm dripped down the head of the "man" and flowed down its forehead to its eyes, nose, and mouth......

It suddenly bared its sharp teeth and roared in the direction of the old man, who picked up the purple gold bell and shook it at it, and the sound of "ding" surrounded his ears. When the thing heard the sound, its impatience gradually weakened, and it slowly became docile like a tame fierce horse.

Standing in the courtyard wall, the Hui Zheng Zen Master suddenly heard a strange sound in the deep courtyard, the two ears that attracted the wind shook suddenly, and then the arm flicked, the whole person rose into the air, the white long sleeves were left behind, waved his arms, and went straight to the wooden door on the side of the deep courtyard.

Those sharp eyes, like eagle eyes soaring in the sky, vigilantly watched everything in front of them.

The old man in the guest room suddenly shook his body, and turned to the door with a pair of cold eyes, and at this time he also felt that an uninvited guest had broken in.

The Zen Master of Hui Zheng waved his sleeves, his feet fluttered down, and he stood three feet away from the wooden door, staring.

Seeing that in the room, the candlelight was flickering, and a black shadow was printed on the doors and windows, looking at the black shadow, the Zen Master Hui Zheng did not see the old man standing inside, he slowly closed his eyes, put his palms together, and meditated with bated breath.

A Xuan Qi rose up and rose along the palm of Hui Zheng Zen Master, and the Xuan Qi changed from pale yellow to golden yellow, instantly covering the entire perimeter of his palm.

"Huh......" Zen Master Hui Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, and pushed his palms together, and suddenly the golden Xuan Qi converged into a cloud palm, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist to attack the wooden door.

I only heard a crisp sound, and the golden air wave broke through the wooden door in an instant, and the fragments of the wooden door immediately scattered in all directions, splashing everywhere.

The old man in the room did not move, saw a mysterious qi breaking through the door, stretched out his palms, bowed into a tiger claw shape, right claw attack left, with the left claw to press the right claw, left claw to attack the right, and then with the right claw to press the left claw, first clockwise, and then counterclockwise, instantly a light blue Xuan Qi, ring between the two claws, the old man's white hair, also suddenly moved with the Xuan Qi scattered.

"Hey!" the old man drank in a low voice, and pushed at the Xuan Qi that was rushing towards him, and the light blue Xuan Qi came out of its claws, converging into a pair of light blue Xuan Qi tiger claws, and grabbed it along the old man's claws.

"Bang ......"

The golden cloud palm, reflecting the claws of the tiger that came to the attack, instantly two Xuan Qi, collided with each other, a dazzling light suddenly appeared, forming a huge shock wave, Xuan Qi scattered and burst out, shaking the rubble and brick walls of the house fell one after another, like an earthquake of five or six magnitudes.