The boy never thought that he would see such a scene.
Standing on the hill, looking from a distance, I saw that it was ignited by the golden fire in the dark night, and the ninety-nine-story Qingming Tower on the vast land was so dazzling that it could be seen thousands of miles away—that should be The pitch-black tower burns up this night like a giant's torch.
This scene was so shocking and great that it made the boy tremble involuntarily.
With a trembling voice, he subconsciously wanted to ask the old blind man beside him what it was.
But when he turned his head, the boy froze on the spot.
The golden flowing light of Shangdu covers the entire city, and the hills outside the city are all illuminated by the afterglow of the streamer, and are dimly lit. The light that reflected thousands of miles revealed the old blind man's face, and at that moment, the young man saw the expression on the old blind man's face—it was an expression that made people hardly dare to breathe.
In the cognition of teenagers, the expression on the face of the inconspicuous, old and unscrupulous old blind man has always been pretentious and wretched.
But at this moment, the old blind man's face was no longer wretched, unprincipled, or joking.
At this moment, every old wrinkle seems to be shrouded in the light of a sword. The expression on the old blind man's face is so cold and stern. He is staring straight in the direction of Shangdu, and the divine light in his eyes is almost unsettling. I can't believe that is the look a blind man should have.
No, not just the eyes.
At this moment, the dangerous aura exuding from the old blind man is definitely not what a fortune teller should have.
The old blind man looked at Shangdu, and the young man looked at the old blind man.
A doubt crossed his mind:
——Is the old blind man really what he appears to be, just a fortune teller
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The light of the morning is no different from usual.
But there is nothing in Shangdu that is completely different from before.
In the dilapidated farmer's house where Monk Mingxin, Liu Wuyan, and Liao Gan stayed the day before, Liao Gan, wearing a rag of linen, sat on the ground, panting like a dog that had been driven to nowhere. Angry, embarrassed.
On the ground next to him, there was the Sushen Knife.
The blood had already seeped into the mud along the blade of Sushen Knife, and now it became a small puddle of inconspicuous brown stains.
He looked embarrassed enough, but Monk Mingxin was even more embarrassed than him. The Buddhist monk from Fanyin Pavilion lost his cassock at this time, and his gray monk robe was also replaced, and his body was tightly bound, like a rice dumpling. Lying motionless on that wet bed.
Monk Mingxin opened his eyes, staring blankly at the leaky roof.
He was supposed to die in front of the Kyushu Bank—after killing Wang Jingzhi yesterday, this gentle and compassionate young monk desperately wanted to kill what was born in the Kyushu Bank's treasury.
Liao Gan didn't know what Monk Mingxin saw under the treasury.
After Monk Mingxin and Liu Wuyan left, Liao Gan sat in this room in a daze for a while, then reached out and held the knife and cursed, and rushed towards the Kyushu Bank—he was a coward back then, but now Don't want to be a coward anymore. Liao Gan didn't know where Shanhe Tu was, but he thought he was more familiar with Kyushu Bank than Monk Mingxin, so he wanted to rush over to help Monk Mingxin.
As a result, on the way, he met two people who didn't know if they were Jin Tang's secret guards.
Liao Gan was not someone like Liu Wuyan who would draw out his knife at any time, even if he was invincible, he would cut him down. He used some tricks, spent a lot of effort to get rid of those two people, and rushed to the Kyushu Bank.
When he arrived, he knew it was late with just one glance.
The Kyushu Bank was shrouded in black mist, and Monk Mingxin hit the ground heavily with a giant hand made of black air. Liao Gan saw that there were countless shadows that looked like giant feelings in the black mist.
It's like the entire Kyushu bank branch has turned into a monster.
Standing in front of the black mist, the terrifying pressure rushed to his face.
At that time, the golden light like flowing water had already wandered through the streets and alleys of Shangdu, and the things in the black mist became stronger and stronger. On the contrary, monks like Monk Mingxin became weaker and weaker.
But the monk Mingxin who was knocked into the air coughed blood, but struggled to get up from the ground and wanted to meet him again.
At that time, this Buddha with compassion written on his face looked like a madman.
Liao Gan pulled out Sushen Dao, held it, and rushed over.
The heavenly constellations in Su Shen Dao are reversed, and Liao Gan himself is also a person who has reversed life and death. Although the upside-down five-element aura after the unfolding of the mountain and river map also makes him feel uncomfortable, he will not be as obsessed as the monk Mingxin. Weakened strength at a terrifying speed.
But even so, Liao Qian almost took his own life to save Monk Mingxin.
At this time, the business capital has completely changed.
Wearing masked guards and people in gray robes wandered backwards, beheading the remaining disciples of the immortal sect, and pouring blood on the Qingming Pagoda. Unprecedented changes are happening in this city.
The city gates were blocked.
Liao Gan didn't dare to take Monk Mingxin to break out of the city, so he could only take those small roads and went around in a big circle. He brought the seriously injured Monk Mingxin back to the dilapidated hut where they stayed at the beginning. There are only vagrants and starving people who escaped from other places living in this uninhabitable place.
After treating Monk Mingxin's wound with all his strength, Liao Qian also sat down on the ground and sat there for a whole night in a daze.
The five elements in this city are upside down, and the aura is disordered. The true qi circulating in Monk Mingxin's veins is in an extremely unstable state. Although Liao Qian still has a little healing elixir, he dare not take it for him. , so he can only be bandaged up like a mortal doctor.
After dawn, Monk Mingxin woke up.
After staring blankly at the roof for a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "The map of mountains and rivers has unfolded."
"understood."
Liao Qian replied weakly.
"Don't care about mountains and rivers or not."
As he said that, Liao Gan got up from the ground with a grin, and drew out the knife and pinned it to his waist.
He limped to the door and carefully opened a small opening to peer out. This deserted, dilapidated place looked as usual, quiet and unpopular. The only difference should be that there is still some golden light remaining in the air.
"Now, it's still a question of whether you can survive, Master Buddha."
Liao Qian said.
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