Chapter 153

Deep red skin of the broken hand, lying quietly in the bed, skin raised a deep cyan blood vessels.

Xu Qi'an now feels as if he had just finished watching the old corpse of a mountain village in the living room. He was afraid and went back to his bedroom to sleep. He opened the door and found Chu Renmei standing by the bed, staring at him with his white pupil.

The fear in his heart exploded, and every nerve was urging him: run away, run away...

at this time, Xu Qi'an saw the broken index finger, moved slightly, and thud... The index finger tapped on the bed.

The next moment, the air seems to become sticky. Xu Qi'an feels that he is an old cow who has fallen into the mire. He has an empty body, but it is difficult to take a step.

The five fingers of the broken hand moved, and then it used the finger to refer to the foot, climbed down from the bed, and climbed along the ground to Xu Qi'an.

This scene is too scary, just like witnessing the scene in a horror film. Xu Qi'an can't move all over. He turns his eyes and hopelessly watches him climb to his feet and follow his pants all the way up...

he wants to parasitize me, just like monk Henghui... Why? Why do you want to stare at me? I'm just an ordinary Gong. Xu Qi'an's idea of panic flickered. He broke his hand and climbed to his chest, still up. Then, his thumb and index finger pried Xu Qi'an's mouth open.

.... Xu Qi'an couldn't resist, his eyes widened and his expression was scared.

Then, his mouth was opened, his hand was broken, and his fingers and palms were pushed inch by inch into his throat.

The corner of Xu Qi'an's mouth is split, blood dripping, how can a person's mouth be put into a hand? Not to mention the throat, but the broken hand seems to have this intention.

Soon, he broke his hand and entered his throat. Xu Qi'an's throat bulged and stretched out little by little, clearly printing the lines of his fingers.

This process is very fast, because the broken hand doesn't consider Xu Qi'an's bearing capacity at all. Like an alien, it passes through the mouth and throat rudely and simply.

As soon as he broke his hand and entered his body, Xu Qi'an cried bitterly. His consciousness seemed to explode into countless pieces. He did not know how long it took. He saw a temple where there was no Buddha's Dharma. A young monk was sitting on the top of the futon.

Xu Qian tried to see him clearly, but the monk's face seemed to be shrouded in fog, and he couldn't see clearly.

Why am I here... I'm dead? And then into the Western bliss?... no way, I'm not a Buddhist. The Buddha will only clip my head with the door, and then kick me out of the blissful world...

"I want to warm my broken arm with the benefactor's body, and hope the benefactor can accommodate me."

Is he the one who broke his hand? Xu Qian was so surprised that he tried to say, "I don't want to be flexible?"

The young monk is not quiet.

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

"Little monk, the name is Shenshu." The young monk said here, pausing and hesitating:

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

"I am Shenshu, but why am I in Sampo? Where do I come from? "

At first, he was calm, but gradually, as he asked himself, his mood began to get out of control, his calm temperament disappeared, the whole space vibrated, and an indescribable breath of terror overflowed from the monk's body.

It was like the breath of hell, which made Xu Qian's hair stand on end and his heart beat violently.

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

"I'm looking at you now..." the young monk regained his calm, and his trembling breath subsided. He said in a gentle tone:

"my spirit is incomplete, so I can't remember the past. I only know my name, but I can't remember where I came from or what happened before. "

At this point, the young monk's voice was full of helplessness and pain. He seemed to be trying to know what had happened in the past, but he was helpless.

The incomplete spirit? Because there's only one broken arm? Well, the body is incomplete, so Yuanshen is also incomplete, which is very reasonable... Monk, you are a little miserable... Xu Qi'an said tentatively:

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

The young monk's breath was suddenly slightly turbulent. In the fog, his eyes seemed to be staring at Xu Qi'an.

"The array you are sealed is jointly completed by the Dafeng royal family, Si Tianjian and Western Buddhism. Since you are a Buddhist, I'm afraid you are from the western regions." Xu Qian Road.

As he said that, he also began to associate himself: the master of the broken hand was a monk, and the three forces that sealed him were Dafeng royal family, Buddhism of western regions, and Si Tianjian. According to the information feedback from Qinglong temple, Buddhism obviously paid more attention to the seal under the sangpodi, etc!!

Xu Qi'an's eyes suddenly lit up. He remembered several details of the Sangbo case: on the third day after the explosion of the mountain and River Temple in Yongzhen, Wei Yuan told him that emperor Jingdi of the Yuan Dynasty opened the city ban.The day after the Yongzhen mountain and River Temple was destroyed, the old man pretended to be ill and stood by.

Panshu abbot of Qinglong Temple confirmed from his mouth that after he was born, he immediately went west.

It can be inferred from these details that Buddhism is the leader of Sangpo seal. Most of the young monks who were sealed were born in Buddhism in the western regions.

No wonder, no wonder emperor Jingdi of Yuan Dynasty wanted to open the Forbidden City. No wonder the prison is about to pretend to be ill. It's obvious that more is better than less. Anyway, it's not our own trouble.

Xu Qian understood the ideas of JianZheng and yuanjingdi, and then he remembered a detail: Wei Yuan had repeatedly stressed that he should pay no attention to the seals and only be responsible for investigating the internal affairs of the imperial court.

Most likely, Wei Yuan knew the identity of Duanshou, at least he knew that it originated from Buddhism.

It's no wonder that the high-level officials in Beijing are not interested in the seals, and their energy is to find out the "Wuzai"... One by one, they are all old silver coins.

Fortunately, I was clever and resourceful. Through the xiaoqiguan massacre case and the details of Zhou Baihu's shielding and looking at Qi technique, I traced back to Qinglong temple and uncovered the mystery layer by layer.

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

"Master, I'm just a martial arts practitioner of Qi state." Xu Qi'an wanted to politely refuse. Wei Yuan said that the level of the seal was at least second grade or even first grade.

In this level of struggle, he is a little reptile, and he really has no confidence to get involved. Moreover, Xu Qi'an did not forget the original intention of Taoist Jinlian's founding of heaven and Earth Society: to accept the death and the earth as the second grade Taoist leader.

It's only less difficult than to let me ascend the throne as an emperor, and if your business involves the gratitude and resentment of Buddhism, I might as well usurp the throne myself..., Xu Qi said with ease.

"in this process, the young monk will not help himself to find the past."

Give some help? Xu Qi'an thought of the four gongs wrapped in gauze, his heart moved. If there is a seal with the body, it is equivalent to more cards.

In this world of supremacy of imperial power and divine power, he can better settle down, at least not to worry about being destroyed by the family. Whoever dares to touch a hair of his family will be beaten out.

Moreover, after Zhou Chixiong catches up, he will definitely get a promotion and a raise, and his power will also be enhanced.

However, there are two things that need to be made clear before promising to the monk.

"Master, do you need to swallow Qi and blood often?" Try to use Qiping's words.

"As long as it's in your body, there's no need for external Qi and blood supplement. Of course, if you want to use my power, you need to warm your essence and blood afterwards. It's better to be a practitioner. "

That is to say, usually just stay in my body, nothing will happen, but if you want to work, you have to eat... Xu Qi'an nods, this exchange of equal value agrees with his idea.

"Why choose me?" Xu Qian Road.

"Someone brought me to you." The young monk said, "because we are the same kind of people."

Xu Qian asked: "what is a kind of person, master, please tell me."

The young monk said, "I feel so instinctively that I can't remember more."

I can't remember... Xu Qi'an drew his lips and asked, "who brought the elder?"

The young monk has a picture. In the picture, a figure in black and a hood opens a brocade bag solemnly and takes his hand off.

Inferred from the body shape, full chest, round hips, is obviously a woman.

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

Fox, screen tail... Nine tail fox? Well, according to the confession of the gray fox in the Department of Jiaofang, it was the remaining evils of Wanyao Kingdom who participated in the Sangbo case... And the queen of Wanyao kingdom was nine tailed Tianhu... Hiss, the people of Wanyao kingdom brought the broken hand to me.

Why?

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

...

Xu Qi'an opened his eyes and found himself lying on the cold ground. The light moonlight provided a glimmer of light for the quiet room.

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, and the dried blood was left on the corner of his mouth. He gently wiped it away and found that there was no wound left.

The wounds brought by Shenshu monk's unreasonable Shenhou have disappeared.

The leak showed that it was a quarter past nine, that is, 15 p.m.

Next, Xu an sat by the mirror and thought about how to do it.

The immediate problem is, how should he deal with the broken hand? Should he report the matter to Duke Wei?

"It's true that Wei yuan appreciates me, but I'm not his own son after all. There's a limit to how much he appreciates me. But this matter involves the seal of Sampo....

"if he can take out the broken hand for me, it's no problem. If not, will he cover me up or seal it with me in Sampo?"And I'm just a gong practicing Qi. I can't live without eating and drinking for 500 years."

"Surely the supervisor can take out the broken hand for me? At least he is a warlock. The problem is that I'm not familiar with him... Xu Qi'an, Xu Qi'an, you've fallen again. You can't extricate yourself from being addicted to the warm fragrance of Naizi. Forget Chu Caiwei waiting for you. He became the son-in-law of Si Tianjian earlier. He is his own man.

"The old man JianZheng knows my strange luck, and I can't trust him without reservation, because he must be secretly planning something..."

in addition, there is a distant problem:

ten thousand demon Kingdom has worked so hard to release the seal that it is impossible to make a wedding dress for him.

There must be a purpose to bring the broken hand to him in secret. I want to know that with my toes. And is this goal good or bad for him?

Shenshu monk said, I can warm his arm and yuan God... Is this the reason why the demon kingdom brought it to me?

Will they come to retrieve the severed hand one day? At that time, I will end up dead or alive, no one can tell.

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

"keep secret!"

Xu Qi'an's face stagnated.