The blood clouds alternated unknownly, but the roars in the deep mountains gradually stopped, and the dust in the temple became calm and no longer fluttered.
Li Xi'an opened his eyes.
Someone is coming.
He did not concentrate his consciousness, but simply listened. There was a sound of heavy footsteps and a sound of staggering footsteps. There was no flow of spirit. Both of them were ordinary people.
With the sound of the temple door railing, a man holding a broad knife broke in. The muscles of the man's arm holding the knife were strong and strong, and there was actually a sound of thunder accompanying the surge of energy and blood. Next to the man was a woman, pale and weak, with messy hair on her forehead, and sweat clinging to her forehead and cheeks. The woman was breathing heavily, and it was obvious that she was too exhausted from rushing to the temple from the mountains.
The man first observed the surroundings of the ruined temple, and finally focused on the dilapidated statue of God in the center. He was not surprised that the pottery statue of Fazu had lost its eyes. He still bowed and worshiped, saying: "Bless you all, Fazu." Please bless everyone and keep my family safe and sound!”
The woman also followed the man and bowed, ignoring the dust and mud. The beautiful blue shirt and apricot yellow skirt had long lost its color, and the woman's face had lost its luster.
Dark clouds rolled in outside the temple, and heavy rain poured down, quickly forming a pool of blood-colored water outside the temple. The bloody rain was fatal to the couple. These raindrops could easily melt them. They broke into this mountain temple all the way and saw too many compatriots who died like this on the way.
The two looked at each other and saw each other's joy.
They escaped a disaster, as if they were really protected by everyone. As long as they slowed down a step, their fate would be melted into the rain like the thousands of people they had seen before, and they would lose their lives quietly and turn into a human being. Spread the accumulated water that no one knows about.
With a "boom", the thunder suddenly disappeared outside the sky.
Just at this moment, the roar in the deep mountains disappeared, and everything returned to silence. In this quiet and dilapidated small temple, the man could hear his own heartbeat clearly. But with that flash of lightning, he saw someone under the vermilion pillar in the temple!
A dark figure sat under the vermilion column, calm and collected, as if it were a statue of a god enshrined in a temple.
He tightly guarded the woman beside him and held the broad knife three inches in front of his face.
The blazing white lightning disappeared, and darkness returned to the temple.
But the man couldn't relax at all. The woman didn't have time to see clearly and didn't understand what happened. She was about to speak out but was stopped by the man's eyes. The man slashed with the knife, sweat dripping from his forehead across his strong cheeks, collecting on his chin, and finally rolled into the dust on the floor, becoming a black spot. Everything was silent, but the man felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from anywhere in the temple!
This was his intuition after practicing martial arts for many years. It was like seeing a tiger or a wolf in the jungle, the feeling of terror following him silently all the way.
The sweat rolled, and another drop fell, and the place where it fell coincided with the first drop.
He didn't even move at all.
For a long time, for a long time, until a whisper came from the darkness.
"Your name."
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Li Xi'an looked at the busy man, his eyes lit up by the firelight.
He quietly moved his eyes and glanced at the palm of his hand, where the dark legal lines spread, just as he was talking to Li Chengqi and calling the food immortals. The last time it spread was when he fell to the ground, revealed his true form, burned away the remaining blood with divine fire, and dealt with all the creatures that witnessed his fall.
This is not a good sign. The power of the law is attached to him, and it becomes more and more obvious with the operation of the spirit. It can be expected that when this law pattern evolves into an extremely conspicuous cursor, it keeps beating in the eyes of the owner of this law.
I'm afraid I have to restrict the movement of the spirit. Li Xi'an doesn't want to be targeted by an ancient saint. Surrounding a small bonfire rising in the temple, the man took out a large leg of lamb that he had marinated behind his back and put it on the grill, while the woman sat virtuously aside to help hold the fire.
The man's name was Sun She, a descendant of the Eight-Heng Dao of the Sun family. He had been practicing martial arts to this day, but he had never channeled spirits and had no hope of channeling spirits. He opened a martial arts gym in a town and made a living by teaching martial arts and hunting. His wife, Mrs. Wu, was more than three months pregnant, and the two of them took refuge from the north of this black stone mountain. According to Sun She, blood rained from the sky, and the people would die if they touched it. They even witnessed the scene of the monks' sacrificial vessels in the sky being forcibly melted into bones when they resisted.
They have been very lucky along the way.
On the edge of the mountains, they also encountered bandits. These evil-doing thieves set up checkpoints on the mountain roads and set up camps. Some of the people who fled the town for refuge died at the hands of the bandits. It was not enough to plunder other people's property, but also to kill people. For pleasure, raping women. The broad knife in the man's hand was stained with the blood of these thieves. He walked into this remote mountain to avoid the bandits' search.
"These thieves!" the man yelled angrily, "They do evil whenever there is chaos. How many villagers and elders have been swept away from their money and their lives in the valley, and they will die with their eyes open! If you give me some time, I will... hiss..."< br>
Suddenly, the man's words stopped, and blood seeped out of the white cloth on his chest, which made him gasp in pain.
The woman hurriedly leaned over and removed the gauze on the man's chest, revealing three hideous scars. The surrounding areas had turned black and purple, and half of the broken ribs could be seen clearly in the center of the wound. The woman gently put down the gauze, took it aside and poured out a small bottle of medicinal wine to clean it. For a moment, the strong smell of medicine and blood mixed together, covering up the meaty aroma of the mutton leg.
The man looked at Li Xi'an sheepishly, scratched his head and said: "After all, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands. When Sun Mou was protecting his wife and leaving, he was plotted by the villain and was injured several times."
"No problem." Li Xi'an replied, his voice hoarse and low, like an old man.
The face was hidden under the dark star veil, but at this moment the star veil no longer conveyed the magnificence of the starry sky, and became dull, just like an ordinary dark coat.
The man regards him as an elder with profound inner strength who lives here in seclusion.
This temple did have an abbot before. He had some Taoist practices and was not concerned with worldly affairs. He worshiped the statue of Fazu and recited Legalist documents day and night. Li Xi'an knew that the former abbot of this temple was an emperor from the Legalist family who retired from the Taoist tradition. He learned that the statue of Fazu had risen and that the Taoist tradition was broken and rushed to the Legalist family. Later, it was his death. In the hands of the ancestor of Legalism who he chanted day and night.
Ordinary people do not know about cultivating Taoism, so they think that there are masters in the temple, who do not eat or sleep, and are not afraid of wild beasts in the mountains.
In the eyes of men, Li Xi'an is the abbot. They are people staying overnight and seeking refuge, so they naturally have to lower their profile. Moreover, although they don't know the depth of the abbot in the temple, looking at the scene under the thunder light, it can be seen that there is a leopard in the pipe. I know that Li Xi'an's Taoism is terrible.
"We, husband and wife, may attract those thieves. Sun will stay here for one night and will leave at dawn tomorrow. I will never disturb your tranquility. I hope you will be honest!" The man clasped his fists.
"This rain of blood didn't come from other places, it came from here. You can't go anywhere, just stay here." Li Xi'an didn't even raise his head, he knew that this rain of blood came from deep in the mountains. When Shinichi was fighting, one side died out, causing this torrential rain of blood. It was not a few small things that occasionally rained from elsewhere before.
The man looked troubled, "As a martial artist, I can't keep you in trouble because of my own grudges."
"Can't you understand?" Li Xi'an said in a low tone.
The man lowered his head.
"This bloody rain will last for at least dozens of days. You can't leave, and the thieves you mentioned can't come up. Furthermore, it only takes a few days of heavy rain to wash away all traces of your journey, let alone dozens of days. If there are no traces, the thieves may not have to dig through the entire mountain.”
"That's it!" The man's eyes suddenly lit up, but he quickly lowered his face, lowered his head, and saluted Li Xi'an respectfully.
The implication of this old man's words was to take them in for these days. In these troubled times, how could he not be grateful for being so lucky?
In a few dozen days, his injuries will be mostly healed. Even if he is found by thieves, he will be able to fight and protect his wife and children.