On the north side of the Quicksand Collection, there is a small hill facing the vast sea. The sun and wind blow, and the rocks gradually break out and are covered with gravel. In some places, they are even dark brown, smooth and hard, which makes people feel weird and scary. feeling.
On the other side of the hill, underground rivers flowed, trees grew everywhere, and there was a breath of spring. There was an oasis at the foot of the hill, where the nearby herdsmen graze their animals. It was evening, and they were driving their cattle and sheep home.
Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly along the mountain road with their master, heading towards the not too high peak. As they walked, he restrained his other thoughts and asked with concern: Master, since you asked us to be careful Could you tell us the characteristics of the crying old man and his disciples in detail? At least this way we won't be blind to them and reveal their identity.
Xuanbei nodded gently: I am about to tell you that the old man crying is a dark-skinned old man with deep wrinkles. He likes to wear a black turban and a white burqa. The most distinctive feature is his eyes, which have double pupils and a strange shape. Whether he is laughing or angry, it feels like he is crying. He is greedy for power, moody, and cruel. It is best for you to stay away from him.
Zhen Hui looked like she was listening to Jianghu allusions with great interest. Meng Qi was also very focused. He didn't want to run into the hands of Master's biggest enemy. With his current strength, the opponent would not move or move. If he takes action, the realm pressure alone can kill him.
The crying old man had three proud disciples, all of whom were masters of outdoor shooting. Among them, Master Tianhuang, the most powerful one, had died at the hands of his master. When Xuan Bei mentioned Master Tianhuang, his emotions fluctuated for a moment.
Meng Qi was surprised and said: Master, the crying old man only has three disciples on location.
Isn't it too little? His power is just that.
Shao Xuan shook his head sadly. We, Shaolin, are one of the strongest martial arts sects in the world. We have accumulated thousands of years of experience. There are only dozens of people on location. It is amazing that the crying old man can have three disciples on location. In addition, he He also has friendships with some vicious people and evil spirits, and they often join forces.
Because there are many eminent monks in Shaolin who practice dry Zen and face the wall, the specific number of exterior scenes has never been clear to outsiders. Xuanbei couldn't explain it clearly to Meng Qi who had not yet enlightened, so he just summed it up with dozens of people.
Meng Qi laughed dryly, feeling embarrassed again because of his shallow knowledge: Master, what disciple means is that the crying old man only has three disciples, and they are all on location.
He forced his thoughts back.
Xuan Bei did not expose it: the crying old man protected his shortcomings but was cruel. All the disciples who dissatisfied him died in his hands. Those who survived were the best among them, and their number was naturally rare.
I see. Meng Qi felt a little lucky when he heard that. Fortunately, he was traveling through time in Shaolin. If it had been one of the disciples of the Crying Old Man who was possessed at that time, he would have been tortured long ago and his soul would be gone.
Master, the crying old man is so scary. The stupid Zhenhui was startled. He had always thought that it was only natural for a master to be good to his disciples and a senior brother to be good to his junior brother. On the other hand, it was the same for a disciple to be good to his master and a junior brother to be good to his senior brother.
Huh, you used to be righteous and confident, but now your outlook has been refreshed. Meng Qi cursed secretly.
Xuanbei comforted him and said: The crying old man is evil and stubborn, and is naturally different from my righteous sect.
Then he continued: The two remaining disciples of the crying old man are Yanshiche, the prince of Halle, and Zeroju, the horse bandit who crosses the vast sea. They are both first-class masters.
He introduced the appearance and martial arts characteristics of Yanshi Che Zeluoju in detail so that his disciples could distinguish them. For example, Yanshi Che had golden eyes and red eyes with open eyebrows. He had a divine aura. He still looked like a young man in his forties and had a handsome face. , like a statue of a god, for example, Zeluoju is good at wielding a saber, has a full beard, and his left eye was gouged out because he did something that the old man was dissatisfied with, so he is nicknamed Hanhai Evil Sword.
The so-called first-class master is a title standard given by the Jin Dynasty royal family when they compiled the list of people in the world. Because it incorporates many conventional things, many people use it.
After the exterior scene, you need to cross three heavenly ladders, so there will be a qualitative change in every third heaven. Once you break through, your strength will be much stronger than before. It is the realm that is overwhelming. Among them, the seventh, eighth and ninth heavens in the exterior scene are collectively called the Grandmaster, and Duan Xiangfei Grandmasters like Cui Xu and others are completely different from each other. The strong ones in the fourth, fifth, and sixth heavens are called top masters, while those in the first, second, and third heavens are first-rate masters.
And above the peak of the outdoor scene, there is another level, which is the half-step dharma body, which is also a qualitative change, and is called a great master, while the half-step outdoor scene is considered a second-rate master.
Nine orifices open at the same time is third-rate, six orifices, seven or eight orifices are fourth-rate, two orifices and four orifices are ordinary.
Below the level of enlightenment, depending on the amount of Qi stored and the level of martial arts, one is called a ninth-rate or a low-level master. When Meng Qi exchanged his Iron Cloth Shirt, Jiang Zhiwei joked that he was considered a low-level master.
While listening, Meng Qi carefully noted down the characteristics of Yanshi Che and Zero Ju so that he could avoid them in advance.
After talking about Yanshi Che and Zeluoju, Xuanbei did not stop: the crying old man's disciples were also killed by him, leaving only a dozen or so. Among them, the strongest ones were two fierce men with all nine orifices open. One was There are many leaders of the seventy-two bandits in Helian Mountain, including Yan Luoyu. One of them is the lone bandit White-headed Vulture An Guoxie.
He gave a rough introduction to the seventeen or eight remaining enlightened disciples of the crying old man, focusing on their physical characteristics. For example, Lidi Yama looked simple and honest, and looked like an old farmer. He had a black mole the size of a thumb on the corner of his eyebrows. The white-headed vulture An Guoxie young man had a white head. In his thirties, he is already gray-haired. He is cruel and loves to torture others.
Xuanbei's timing was very precise. After finishing speaking, he just reached the top of the peak. There were many straight dead trees here.
He sighed with melancholy, stopped in front of a tree that was twisted like a dragon, and whispered: The two young sons of my master are buried here. If they had not died, they should be as old as you.
The atmosphere suddenly became sad and depressing. Meng Qi and Zhenhui couldn't say anything, so they could only silently accompany their master in sadness.
I don't know how much time passed, but Xuanbei suddenly spoke and laughed at himself: I am in a daze today, but I forgot to buy some incense and candles, and I also forgot to bring the handwritten Prajna Sutra and burn it here. True concentration, true wisdom, you guys Go back to the inn to get the Prajna Sutra and buy some incense candles.
Yes, Master. Although Meng Qi felt that Master was not someone who paid too much attention to these formalities, after all, his two young sons were buried here, so it was okay to be special, so he suppressed his doubts and agreed immediately.
After going down the mountain and returning to Liushaji, Meng Qi's mind suddenly became active. Isn't this a great opportunity to escape
The master is far away in the mountains, and because he is distracted by sweeping the tomb, as long as he gets rid of his junior brother, he can fly high in the sky and let the birds fly.
Junior brother, let’s work separately. You go back to the inn to get the Prajna Sutra, and I’ll buy incense and candles. Meng Qi thought of doing it.
Although he felt that he was sorry for his master by taking this opportunity to escape, the opportunity was rare and he could not let it go.
Zhenhui did not doubt that he was there, agreed with a smile, and ran into the inn. Meng Qi looked at his back, sighed, and walked quickly to the other side of the Jiwai.
On the top of the mountain, the wind is cold.
Xuanbei looked at the dead tree in front of him, and he didn't know when a string of Buddhist beads appeared in his hand.
This is a string of dark gold beads, mixed with three pure black beads.
I never thought you would come here specifically to stop me. He said calmly.
I have always wanted to take revenge. I knew you were going to the Vajra Temple just after recovering from your injury, so I am waiting for you here. You will definitely come. Behind the tree, a dark and thin old man stood with a hunched back, as if he had been standing here.
He has a black scarf on his head and a white robe on his body. There are two pupils in each eye, and the corners of his eyes hang down, as if he is crying.
Xuanbei said without anger or joy: "Old man crying, you guessed it right."
Do you think they can survive if you leave your two apprentices alone? Although I am too lazy to care about them, there are several disciples waiting below. The crying old man coughed twice, as if he was a frail old man.
His apprentice wanted to help him take charge of the affairs of Halle and Hanhai, and he couldn't get away, so he only brought a few disciples with him.
Xuanbei still had a dead look on his face: If we don't get rid of them, their bones will be gone in the aftermath of our battle, but down there, they still have a glimmer of hope.
His realm is inferior to that of the crying old man. He is not afraid of fighting on his own, but he is unable to protect his disciples from the aftermath.
You mean Jiuniang? Humph, I'm sorry she didn't dare to cry. The old man didn't care. He raised his right hand, and black ghosts suddenly appeared around him. They screamed shrilly, making people's scalp numb and their minds shaking. Those with a little less strength would be able to His soul was immediately taken away.
Meng Qi was about to walk towards the outside of the gathering, when he suddenly noticed that countless winds and sands were rolling up in the vast sea on the other side. There were flying sand and rocks in a radius of hundreds of miles, and they were rushing towards the top of the hill.
The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered instantly, and the cattle and sheep herders stood dehydrated one by one, like mummies.
Meng Qi, who was far away in concentration, also saw that the earth was dry and cracked inch by inch, like a natural disaster.