Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Monkey and Secret Keeping

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Monkey and Secret KeepingThe severed hand with deep red skin lay quietly on the bed, with dark blue blood vessels protruding from the epidermis.

Xu Qi'an now felt like he had just seen the old corpse in the mountain village in the living room. He was afraid and went back to the bedroom to sleep. When he opened the door, he found Chu Renmei standing by the bed, staring at him with her white pupils.

The fear in his heart exploded, and every nerve urged him to run away quickly, run away quickly...

At this time, Xu Qi'an saw the index finger of the severed hand move slightly, and the index finger tapped the bed lightly.

The next moment, the air seemed to become sticky, and Xu Qi'an felt like an old cow that fell into a quagmire. He had a strong body but could hardly take a step.

The five fingers of the severed hand moved, and then it used its fingers as feet to climb down from the bed and crawl along the ground towards Xu Qi'an.

This scene was too horrifying, like witnessing a scene in a horror movie. Xu Qi'an was unable to move his whole body. He rolled his eyes and watched in despair as it crawled to his feet, along his trouser legs, and all the way up...

It wanted to parasitize me, just like it parasitized Monk Henghui... Why? Why did it target me? I'm just an ordinary copper gong... As Xu Qi'an's terrified thoughts flashed, the severed hand climbed onto his chest, still going up, and then, the thumb and index finger pried open Xu Qi'an's small mouth.

.....Xu Qi'an couldn't resist, his eyes widened instantly, his expression terrified.

Then, his mouth was stretched open, and the severed hand invaded roughly, with fingers and palms advancing deep into his throat inch by inch.

The corners of Xu Qi'an's mouth were cracked, and blood was dripping. How could a hand be stuffed into a person's mouth? Not to mention the throat, but the severed hand seemed to have this intention.

Soon, the severed hand entered the throat, and Xu Qi'an's throat was bulging and stretching a little bit, with the finger lines clearly imprinted.

This process was very fast, because the severed hand did not consider Xu Qi'an's tolerance at all, and just like the opposite sex, it passed through the mouth and throat roughly and simply.

The moment the severed hand entered the body, Xu Qi'an howled in pain, and his consciousness seemed to explode into countless pieces. In the haze, he didn't know how long it had been, and he saw a temple. There was no Buddha statue in the temple, and a young monk was sitting cross-legged on the cushion.

Xu Qi'an tried his best to see his appearance, but the monk's face seemed to be shrouded in fog and he couldn't see it clearly.

Why did I come here.... Am I dead? Then did I enter the Western Paradise... Impossible, for someone like me who doesn't respect Buddha, Buddha will only clamp my head with the door and kick me out of the Paradise... Xu Qi'an thought to himself with self-mockery, and heard the gentle voice of the young monk:

"I would like to borrow your body to nurse my broken arm, I hope you will be flexible."

.... Is he the broken hand of the monster? Xu Qi'an was in doubt and tried to ask, "Should I not be flexible?"

The young monk sat cross-legged quietly and ignored him.

....Xu Qi'an said in a deep voice: "Who are you, why are you sealed in Sangpo?"

"My name is Shenshu." The young monk paused and said hesitantly:

"Why am I in Sangpo... I can't remember... Why am I sealed there... Where am I from?"

"I am Shenshu, but why am I in Sangpo? Where am I from?"

He was calm at first, but gradually, as he asked himself one question after another, his emotions began to lose control, his peaceful and serene temperament disappeared, the whole space shook, and an indescribable terrifying aura emanated from the monk's body.

It was a breath like hell, which made Xu Qi'an shudder and his heart beat violently.

This familiar breath... At this moment, Xu Qi'an confirmed that the young monk was indeed the severed hand.

"I am obsessed..." The young monk regained his composure, his trembling breath subsided, and he said in a gentle tone:

"My soul is incomplete, so I can't remember the past. I only know my Dharma name, but I can't remember where I came from and what happened in the past."

At this point, the young monk's tone was helpless and painful, as if he was trying hard to know what happened in the past, but he was helpless.

Incomplete soul? Is it because there is only one broken arm? Well, the body is incomplete, so the soul is also incomplete, which makes sense... Monk, you are a bit miserable... Xu Qi'an tried:

"Master, I may know some information, I don't know if it is useful to you."

The young monk's breath suddenly fluctuated slightly, and in the mist, the eyes seemed to be staring at Xu Qi'an.

"The formation that sealed you was completed by the Dafeng Royal Family, the Sitianjian and the Western Buddhist Sect. Since you are a Buddhist, I'm afraid you are from the Western Regions." Xu Qi'an said.

As he spoke, he also began to associate: the owner of the severed hand was a monk, and the three forces that sealed him were the Dafeng royal family, the Western Buddhist sect, and the Sitianjian... According to the information feedback from the Qinglong Temple, the Buddhist sect obviously attaches more importance to the seal under the Sangpo... Wait!!

Xu Qian'an's eyes suddenly lit up, and he remembered several details of the Sangpo case: on the third day after the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple was blown up, Wei Yuan told him that Emperor Yuan Jing opened the city ban.

On the second day after the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple was blown up, the old man who was in charge pretended to be sick and stood by and watched the whole process.

Abbot Panshu of the Qinglong Temple confirmed from his mouth that after the severed hand was born, he immediately went west.

From these details, it can be inferred that the Buddhist sect is the leader of the seal of Sangpo. The young monk who was sealed was most likely from the Western Buddhist sect.

No wonder, no wonder Emperor Yuan Jing Wanted to open the city ban. No wonder the Supervisor pretended to be sick... It was obvious that it was better to have less trouble than more, since it was not their own trouble anyway.

Xu Qian'an understood the Supervisor and Emperor Yuan Jing's thoughts belatedly, and then he remembered another detail: Wei Yuan had repeatedly emphasized that he should not care about the sealed object, but only investigate the traitors in the court.

Wei Yuan probably knew the identity of the severed hand, at least he knew that it came from Buddhism.

No wonder the high-level officials in the capital were not interested in the sealed object, and their energy was focused on catching the traitors... They were all old silver coins.

Fortunately, I was smart and resourceful. Through the case of the small flag officer silencing and the details of Zhou Baihu's shielding and looking at the air, I traced it to the Qinglong Temple and uncovered the mystery layer by layer.

At this time, the young monk sighed softly: "I want to ask you a favor."

"Master, I am just a martial artist in the Qi training realm." Xu Qi'an wanted to refuse tactfully. Wei Yuan said that the level of the seal was at least the second grade, or even the

first grade.

He, a small reptile, really had no confidence to get involved in the struggle at this level. Moreover, Xu Qi'an did not forget the original intention of Taoist Jinlian to establish the Tiandihui: to kill the second-grade Taoist leader of the Earth Sect.

The difficulty is only less than letting me ascend the throne to become the emperor, and if your affairs involve the grievances of Buddhism, I might as well usurp the throne myself...Xu Qi'an said in his heart.

The young monk ignored him and said to himself: "Help me trace the past and retrieve my

memory..."

"In this process, I will give you some help."

Give some help? Xu Qi'an thought of the four golden gongs wrapped in gauze, and his heart moved. If there is a seal with you, it is equivalent to having an extra trump card.

In this world where imperial power and divine power are supreme, he can better settle down and make a living. At least he doesn't have to worry about being confiscated and exterminated. Anyone who dares to touch his family will have his brains beaten out. Moreover, after Zhou Chixiong is caught, he will definitely be promoted and get a raise, and his own power will also be strengthened.

However, before agreeing to the monk, there are two things that need to be clarified. "Master, do you need to swallow blood from time to time?" Xu Qi'an tried to use calm words.

"As long as it is in your body, there is no need for external blood supplement. Of course, if you want to use my power, you need to warm up your blood afterwards, and it is best to be a

cultivator."

That is to say, you just need to stay in my body at ordinary times, nothing will happen, but if you want to work, you have to eat for you... Xu Qi'an nodded, this equivalent exchange echoed

his concept.

"Why, choose me?" Xu Qi'an said.

"Someone brought me here." The young monk said, "Because we are the same kind of

people."

Xu Qi'an hurriedly asked, "What is the same kind of people, Master, please guide me." The young monk said, "I feel this instinctively, and I can't remember more."

I can't remember... Xu Qi'an's mouth twitched, and asked again, "Who brought the senior

here?" The young monk concretized a picture, in which a figure wearing black clothes and a hood solemnly opened a brocade bag and put the severed hand into it.

Judging from the figure, the plump chest and round buttocks are obviously a woman.

There is a white animal embroidered on the brocade bag, which looks like a fox, smart and beautiful, with a white tail like a screen behind it.

Fox, a fox tail like a screen... Nine-tailed celestial fox? Well, according to the confession of

the gray fox in the Jiaofangsi, the remnants of the Wan Yao Kingdom were involved in the Sangpo case... and the fallen queen of the Wan Yao Kingdom was the Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox... Hiss, the people of the Wan Yao Kingdom brought the severed hand to me.

Why?

They noticed me... Xu Qian'an was deeply worried.

.....

Xu Qian'an opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold ground. The faint moonlight

provided a glimmer of light for the silent house.

He came to the table, lit the oil lamp, and walked to the bronze mirror with the lamp. His

masculine face was reflected in the mirror, with dried blood at the corner of his mouth. He wiped it gently and found that there was no wound left.

The wound caused by the unreasonable Shen Monkey of the Shenshu monk had disappeared.

The water clock showed that the time was the first quarter of the Yin hour, which was 9:15 in

the evening.

Xu Qian'an sat by the bronze mirror, thinking divergently, considering what he should do

next.

The immediate question is how should he deal with the severed hand, and whether he should report the matter to Duke Wei?

"It's true that Wei Yuan admires me, but I'm not his biological son after all, and there's a limit to his admiration. And this matter involves the seal of Sangpo...

"If he can remove the severed hand for me, there's no problem. If not, will he protect me, or

seal me in Sangpo together?

"And I am just a Tongluo in the Qi training realm. It is impossible for me to not eat or drink

for five hundred years and not die."

"The Supervisor can definitely remove the severed hand for me, right? He is at least a first-

class sorcerer. The problem is that I am not familiar with him... Xu Qi'an, Xu Qi'an, you have fallen again, indulging in the warm naizi of Fuxiang. Have you forgotten that Chu Caiwei is waiting for you to capture him? If you become the son-in-law of the Sitianjian as soon as possible, the Supervisor will be your own person.

"The old man, the Supervisor, knows my strange luck. I can't trust him without reservation,

because he must be secretly planning something..."

In addition, there is a distant question:

The Wan Yao Kingdom has gone through so much trouble to release the seal. It can't be to

make wedding clothes for him.

There must be a purpose for secretly bringing the severed hand to him. This can be known with your toes. And is this purpose good or bad for him?

The monk Shenshu said that I can warm his arm and Yuanshen... Is this the reason why the

Wan Yao Kingdom brought it to me?

Will they come to take back my severed hand one day in the future? No one can tell whether I

will live or die by then.

At this moment, he heard the gentle voice of the monk Shenshu ringing in his mind:

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....Xu Qian'an's face froze.