Legend of the Sword Immortal

chapter18

After he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent again. Everyone frowned and thought hard. Only Song Shi was staring at the small door on the wall. He suddenly said, "Brothers, I think it is a blessing, not a curse. If it is a curse, it cannot be avoided. Now there is no way out, and no one cares about us. What should we do if we keep going like this? In my opinion, why don't we go in through this small door and meet the abbot? Just tell him clearly that we didn't mean to discover the trap and ask him to let us out. Fortunately, we didn't damage his things, and we are just passers-by. Even if we see the secret, we will never tell him. I think he has the courage to kill all of us who have made great achievements? As long as we leave this temple, won't we be the ones to write the articles in the future?" After hearing this, everyone immediately made a commotion again. After discussing the result, there was no other good way. So Song Shi led the way, and everyone followed behind, and they went in together. The small door on the meditation bed was only big enough for one person, so everyone followed Song Shi in, and Yun Cong was the last. After this group of suicide squads entered the door, they went down more than ten steps and came to a very long corridor. It was very dark, as if they were walking in a wall. And every thirty or fifty steps, there was an oil lamp, and the path was vaguely discernible. After walking about a hundred steps, there were more than ten steps ahead, and there was a faint light on the top. Everyone climbed up the steps and came to a rockery. Going out of the rockery cave, it was suddenly open, and there were exotic flowers on both sides, which were arranged very elegantly. Everyone walked from the darkness to the light, and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. Although there were many flowers and plants, at this time of uncertainty, no one wanted to linger.

When everyone was about to step forward, they suddenly heard a strange laugh and said, "The donors are very happy!" They were startled, and when they looked forward, they found that there was a hall in front. On the stone steps, a big monk sat cross-legged. He had a fierce face and a huge body. He was bare-chested and barefoot. Beside him was a pile of cymbals used for rituals. Two women stood beside him. They were wearing red capes and were about 20 years old. Their faces were covered with makeup. Song Shi quickly calmed down and said, "Master, I am honored to meet you." The fierce monk ignored him and closed his eyes without saying a word. Song Shi had to say, "We are all scholars passing by to have fun. The master who knows the guests of your temple took us to various halls to pay our respects. We didn't expect to touch the trap and get lost. I hope you can help us and send someone to lead us out. When we go out, we will never mention your temple to outsiders. What do you think?" The fierce monk and the two women clasped their hands and closed their eyes without saying a word. Song Shi waited for a while and said it again, but the fierce monk still ignored him. The candidate surnamed Shi was already impatient, so he said, "Monk, please stop. As a monk, how can you set up a secret mechanism in the temple and hide women? We are all new nobles who are going to Beijing to take the imperial examination. Today, as long as you let us go, we will never mention it to anyone; otherwise, we will definitely report you to the officials to punish you for your illegal crimes when we get out." He thought that the vicious monk would be scared after hearing this and let them go. Who would have thought that the vicious monk said, "You are a group of poor people. There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it. There is no door to hell, so you come to it. Let me make things easier for you." After hearing this, everyone knew that something was wrong. Because they saw that the vicious monk was alone and the two were women, they exchanged glances and prepared to rush forward and rush out. Seeing this, the vicious monk smiled grimly, picked up the cymbals beside him, and knocked them once, and suddenly their arms were caught by someone. When they looked, they saw dozens of vicious monks coming from nowhere, some of them were arresting people, some of them were holding sharp knives. In a short while, they had tied up the seventeen of them and thrown them to the ground. A dozen more vicious monks took a dozen wooden stakes and tied them to the stakes, about ten steps away from the hall. The most vicious monk struck the cymbals twice, and the other vicious monks all retreated.

At this time, everyone was so frightened that they fainted. Only Yuncong was a little brave. Knowing that things had come to this, he had to sit back and wait for death. Suddenly, he remembered that his parents and uncles were all old, and he was the one who was responsible for the nine-room cigarette business. How serious the matter was. He regretted that he had been young and happy, and had caused such a disaster, and had thrown the expectations of his relatives and friends and his lifelong ambitions into the water. After thinking about the pain, he couldn't help but burst into tears. The vicious monk saw Yuncong so miserable and couldn't help laughing. He said to the two women standing beside him: "Look at these poor people, they are really worthless. They usually act like scholars and act arrogantly at home; once they are trapped and captured, they are like babies who have lost their milk. Why don't you two go down and sing and dance to appease them?" After hearing this, the woman standing beside him said, "I obey the order." She flipped back her red cloak, revealing her white jade body, and jumped into the yard to dance. The white legs were curved and the skin was as white as cream. The legs were slightly visible. It turned out that the two women were naked except for a cloak. They were much more open than the dancers who were still wearing a gauze about a foot below their navel. At this time, the vicious monk hit the cymbals several times, and a group of vicious monks with musical instruments came out from the two corridors to join in the fun. The hairy legs and jade legs flew together, and the chicken heads and bald heads were the same color. The sound of singing and dancing at that time called the souls of more than ten people away.

When everyone woke up and saw the wonderful scene, they still thought they were in a dream. Just as they were about to move forward to take a closer look, they were tied up with hemp ropes and could not move. Then they remembered that they were tied up just now, and they couldn't help but feel chilled. Although there were beautiful songs and beautiful dances, they had no heart to appreciate them. It is normal for people to cry out to heaven and earth for hard work and to parents for pain. At this critical moment of life and death, they were all young upstarts with wealth and many worldly ties that they could not let go of. Yun Cong's weeping reminded them of their own life experiences. They were all filled with grief and could not stop. At first, they were just sad and sobbing. Later, the more they thought about it, the sadder they became, and they just burst into tears. It was really tearful eyes seeing tearful eyes, heartbroken people meeting heartbroken people, and the crying moved the earth, and the Zen hall almost turned into a mourning hall. Even the singing and dancing girl, seeing such a pitiful situation, although she was afraid of the evil monk and did not dare to stop, she also had tears in her eyes and felt sad, and her steps were disordered. The evil monk was in a state of joy, how could he bear to see so many people spoiling the mood? When the cymbals sounded, the girl and the evil man who was playing the music returned to their original positions in an instant, and the scene returned to its original silence. Everyone suddenly wanted to escape and begged for mercy. The vicious monk ignored him, took a stack of cymbals beside him, stood up, raised his hand, and a yellow circle appeared, and he ran towards the first wooden stake. The person tied to the wooden stake was Song Shi. When he saw the yellow object flying in front of him, his braids were tight, and he couldn't get away from the stake. He knew that something was wrong. He cried out "Ah" but his head flew down before he could utter a cry. The cymbal was half embedded in the wood, making a rattling sound. When everyone saw the vicious monk suddenly stand up and saw a yellow object flying out of his hand, they suspected that the monk had something special to show them like before. When they saw Song Shi's head fall to the ground, they realized that the monk was playing this trick to kill them, and they were so scared that their souls left their bodies. Some of them were still begging, hoping for a chance; some were so scared that they fainted. It happened in a flash, and the vicious monk used everyone as a target to test the cymbals. You can see how he jumped quickly in the hall and showed off his skills. Suddenly, a kite turned over and cymbals flew out from behind; suddenly, a meteor chased the moon, one cymbal after another. The cymbals hit every target, and everyone was killed without a complete body. Soon, sixteen flying cymbals were embedded in the wooden stakes, and sixteen heads rolled all over the yard. Only Yun Cong was left. Because he was too small, the vicious monk's flying cymbals picked the big one first, and he was lucky enough to survive. The vicious monk saw that the cymbals had be