Great Blue Night Watchman

Turning around the mouth of the mountain, an ancient temple stands in the middle of the island, with blue bricks and black tiles, simple beams, the fragrance of Buddha curling up, and the sound of Zen chanting makes all the fields quiet.

Lin Su and the other two came to the temple, where an old monk was sweeping up fallen leaves with a broom.

The old monk slowly raised his dim eyes: Where did the donor come from?

Xuntai!

Xuntai is one of the eight counties around Dongting, and also belongs to the Nanshan territory.

“Don’t you know whether the donor is here to worship Buddha or to ask for fortune?”

Lin Su smiled slightly: Xiaosheng will take the exam this autumn, and I want to seek good luck from Buddhism.

Amitabha, everyone in the world has his or her own destiny. It only depends on each person's fate as a Buddha! ​​The old monk clasped his hands together and said, Donor please!

As soon as the Zen bell rang, Lin Su led the two book boys into the temple gate.

In front of it is a huge Buddha statue. It is just a clay Buddha statue, but it is still quite tall. The Buddha statue is mottled all over. The wooden fish and lottery sticks in front are old enough.

Lin Su threw a tael of silver into the merit box, picked up the lottery tube and shook it gently, and a lottery came out.

Winning the lottery...

Sign cloud: There are so many human beings in the world, why bother spending thousands of miles...

Overall, the lottery is relatively auspicious - relatively auspicious nonsense.

After asking for a signature, Lin Su walked around the hall casually. At least in Zhou Mei's eyes, she felt that she didn't see anything.

After turning around the main hall, Lin Su arrived at the back hall and stared at a large incense burner in the back hall for a long time.

Zhou Mei didn't see anything about this incense burner.

Behind the backyard was a bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest, it was quiet and elegant. Lin Su walked and walked, the light in his eyes moving slightly.

When he reached the edge of the mountain, he turned back and stared at the old monk who was following him: Master, there are not many monks in your temple.

Yes, they saw less than ten monks along the way.

Zhou Mei almost wondered if they had made a mistake.

This really doesn't look like Wujianmen's secret stronghold.

Which stronghold has only so many people?

The old monk said to Amitabha: A small temple only values ​​fate and does not seek grandeur.

Buddhism is quiet, that's how it should be! That's how it should be! Lin Su nodded: Xiaosheng said goodbye!

Donor, walk slowly!

The three of them descended from Sifang Mountain and got on the boat again.

Ten miles away from Sifang Mountain, Zhou Mei's eyes flashed: Have you discovered anything?

Lin Su raised his eyes and pondered for a moment: ...No!

Nothing at all?

Maybe we guessed wrong. There is indeed nothing! This is just an ordinary temple with less than ten old monks inside... Go back!

Zhou Mei is full of doubts, is there really nothing?

Why are you so hesitant to answer?

When you are in the temple, your eyes are shining...

What does this inconsistency mean?

Could it be that he was worried about being detected by the people in Sifang Mountain, so he wanted to reassure them? Lest these people kill people and silence them - judging from past experience, this possibility is very high. If there is really a problem in Sifang Mountain, people who find suspicious points will not be allowed to leave.

Lin Su probably said nothing was found intentionally to avoid such an extreme situation.

Su Rong's eyes turned slightly: Mr. Lin, that high mountain seems to be inhabited by someone. I'll go there and have a look!

good!

As soon as Lin Su finished speaking, Su Rong rose from the sky and shot towards a high mountain by the lake.

Just as Zhou Mei was about to speak, a silver light suddenly flashed in Lin Su's eyes. An invisible cultural blockade was set up around their boat.

This kind of blockade cannot be seen by the outside world, but Zhou Mei can feel it because the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

This matter is of great importance! Lin Su said: Although Li Chunshui is not the target of our precautions, it will be harmful to her if she knows about such a major matter, so we should avoid her.

Zhou Mei's heart is in turmoil!

Li Chunshui was not the one to be on guard against - he could not have said this to her, Zhou Mei, but to Su Rong!

What does this mean? It means Su Rong is monitoring!

How can this be?

Su Rong has obviously left, at least thirty miles away from here!

Zhou Mei is not stupid. She was overwhelmed with emotion, but her face showed a very appropriate surprise: What did you find?

This is the secret stronghold of Wujian Sect! It is absolutely certain! Lin Su said slowly.

But I didn't find anything... What did you find? Although Zhou Mei was acting at this time, she was acting in her true colors, because she really didn't see anything.

First, this old monk is a practitioner, but the exercises he practices are obviously not Buddhist exercises! Second, there seem to be less than ten people in Sifang Mountain, but there are too many traces of human activities in the back mountain. There are even more traces of activity than in the front yard. Think about it, for a temple, the backyard is originally a place for cleaning and the front yard is where pilgrims gather. There are more traces of activity in the backyard than in the front yard. Is this normal?

Zhou Mei's eyes lit up: Absolutely not normal!

Although it is abnormal, it cannot be used as ironclad evidence that it is the secret stronghold of Wujian Sect, can it?

yes!

That's why I found the irrefutable evidence!

Zhou Mei's whole body was shocked: What kind of ironclad evidence?

I used the power of literary 'retrospection' to quietly go back and saw a thrilling scene! Lin Su blinked his eyes lightly, and a shadow flowed out of his eyes...

In the shadow, it was the incense burner that Lin Su observed extremely carefully. There were no stars or moon in the sky. It was night. A group of men in black came from the sky. They turned the incense burner three times to the left and three times to the right. With a bang, a portal appeared where the incense burner was, and these men in black filed in...

Zhou Mei's heart was beating wildly.

On the top of a high mountain by the lake, Su Rong was also shaken all over. In front of her, there was also such a phantom. The top-secret image performed by Lin Su with his literary and magical powers appeared in front of her.

On the side of the boat where Lin Su and Zhou Mei were, there was a strange cricket with trembling tentacles. Its whole body was dull, just like ordinary crickets. If you have to find one difference, ordinary crickets only have two tentacles, and It has three roots.

Silently, the cricket slipped from the boat into the water and disappeared.

Lin Su smiled softly: Okay, the play is over!

Zhou Mei's eyes brightened: Is it really over?

Yaowang Mountain is really amazing, even a cricket can act as her spy.

Cricket? Zhou Mei was slightly shocked: Does it have three tentacles?

Exactly!

Oh my God! Zhou Mei said: The three-bearded spirit cricket can see through the fluctuations of spiritual consciousness, and can even decipher the content of the sound transmission through spiritual consciousness. If we had just transmitted the sound through spiritual consciousness, she might also be able to know us. What are you talking about? What a holy lady from Yaowang Mountain, she is really thorough in her actions.

It's a pity that success is miraculous and failure is miraculous. If it were just an ordinary cricket, I might not be able to pay attention to it. How can a cricket that can resonate with my spiritual consciousness come close to me?

This is the truth.

Lin Su has the law of space within him, and no tangible object can get close to him without him noticing.

However, if it was just an ordinary cricket, even if he noticed it, he might not be alert.

However, he also has another weapon that no one knows about, and that is the secret technique of spiritual power.

He has extremely strong mental power and is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness. This three-bearded spirit cricket can see through the fluctuations of people's spiritual consciousness, and it will inevitably produce subtle fluctuations.

Zhou Mei is completely insensitive to this kind of fluctuation, and most people are absolutely insensitive to it, but Lin Su is!

He just used this cricket to sing the real song perfectly.

Zhou Mei looked at the sky and the ground, feeling like she didn't know who she was...

Entering Sifang Mountain, Lin Suneng discovered that the old monk's cultivation was not a Buddhist one, and she could not discover it.

He could find the empty back hill and traces of human activities, but she couldn't find it, let alone summarize it.

He can look back on the past, which is incomparable. He is a literary man, which is a special talent of literary men...

But shouldn't being able to resist detection be her strong point?

Why does she still lose in this area?

The level of this three-bearded spirit cricket is unimaginably high. It is understandable that she cannot discover it, but it is amazing that he can discover it. This is not the scope of literary education, this is the ultimate secret path on the path of spiritual practice!

I am known as the King of the Night, but I feel so sad to be crushed in front of him...

Thousands of words turned into one sentence: What next?

Lin Su smiled: Next, it's time for us to watch the show!

In the early days, it was acting, now it’s watching a show

…

The next day!

The clouds were overcast and the spring rain moistened Dongting Lake.

At night, there are no stars or moon.

On the west side of Dongting Lake, on a high mountain, on the top of a big tree, drizzle fell, bypassing a certain position in the tree crown. There, Lin Su was lying on the big tree, and beside him was Zhou Mei.

Under the mighty power of literature and art, rain and snow do not invade. Although they do not suffer from the rain, the vigil in the middle of the night is not very comfortable after all. Fortunately, both of them are people with extremely high cultivation and are not afraid of this spring night at all. cold.

Will they really send experts to encircle and suppress them? Zhou Mei's voice penetrated Lin Su's ears.

Yes! Lin Su replied simply.

If the battle really starts, will we... join the war?

of course not!

Just watching a show?

Watching a show is of course a show, but it's simple... but it may not be simple! A smile appeared on Lin Su's lips.

Zhou Mei's eyes lit up: You still have something to show for it! What kind of...

Her voice stopped suddenly...

Lin Su suddenly raised his head, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, and the literary power Ming Cha Qiu Hao was activated.

Sifang Mountain, twenty miles away, seemed to be suddenly pulled in front of them by an invisible giant hand.

Four people suddenly appeared around Sifang Mountain.

Four directions, one for each direction.

To the east, a Confucian scholar, about forty or fifty years old, holds an ancient scroll in his hand.

To the west, a Confucian scholar, about thirty years old, holds an ancient pen in his hand.

In the north, there is an old man. On this cold spring night, he is half-naked and his skin is like bronze.

To the south, a woman in black is Su Rong.

In the Zen room on the east side, an old monk suddenly stood up...

The ancient scroll in the hand of the Confucian scholar on the east side shook, and more than a dozen yellow characters broke through the air...

As soon as the word Silent came out, there was silence everywhere.

As soon as the word broken came out, more than ten meditation rooms were destroyed at the same time.

As soon as the word annihilation came out, at least eight monks died.

As soon as the word Qing came out, the old monk who was the first to react was surrounded by nothing. Only the old monk was left, with fear on his face...

Cut, a yellow text came down from the air, and with a bang, the Dongting Lake shook three times, and the old monk split into two halves.