Sweeping the world

Chapter 39 Buddha Blood
"Going into the back mountain?" Chen Ming frowned when he heard Fang Jia's words in the quiet room.

"It wasn't used in previous years." Fang Jia shook his head: "In previous years, only a few true disciples were required to enter, and the rest of the disciples were not allowed to enter even if they wanted to."

"But this time this year, the head of the school let all Yueshan disciples enter the mountain. I don't know why."

Speaking of this, she shook her head: "But even if the head doesn't let me in, I will go in together and watch Master Lu's coffin be buried in person."

"Yes." Chen Ming was silent for a while, then nodded.

After staying in place for a while, seeing that Fang Jia's spirit was still stable and his mood was much better than before, Chen Ming got up and left, walking towards his residence.

"Ok?"

Not long after, he walked to his room, and then he was taken aback.

He only went out of the room early in the morning, and the layout of the room at this moment has not changed much from when he went out, but there seems to be something more in it.

A yellowed envelope was quietly placed on the wooden table in the room, under the pressure of a cup at the moment, just sitting there quietly.

Looking at the yellowed envelope, Chen Ming hesitated for a moment, then reached out, took the envelope, and took out the letter inside.

The letter is written on white paper, the handwriting on it is beautiful, but the content is not too much, only a few lines.

Picking up the letter, Chen Ming put it in front of his eyes to read silently.

"Three days later, Yueshan Festival, go to the back mountain."

Looking at the handwriting, Chen Ming frowned: "She has also arrived at Yueshan?"

On the letter, there was a faint fragrance, and there was an aura that Chen Ming was very familiar with, which made Chen Ming think of a woman in a black dress in an instant.

At this moment, the Yueshan Ceremony will be held, and many outsiders have come to Yueshan. If the other party wants to hide and hide his whereabouts among the crowd, it may be really hard to find.

Looking at the letter quietly, Chen Ming frowned for a long time, and finally he sighed and put down the letter in his hand silently.

"It seems that I have to go to this festival."

Putting down the letter in his hand, he thought lightly.

As disciples of Yueshan, the Yueshan faction asked all disciples to go to the back mountain.The mysterious woman also forced him to go to the back mountain.

Excluding these two factors, the burial of Lu Qi's body was also a major reason why he had to attend the ceremony.

Thinking of this, Chen Ming silently shook his head, then got up silently, and continued to walk outside.

Time passed slowly bit by bit.

Soon, in three days.

"Is this the back mountain?"

Following Fang Jia and his party, they walked along the winding mountain road to a spacious flat ground. Looking at the surrounding scene, Chen Ming was a little surprised.

The sight in front of him really surprised him.

In front of his eyes, patches of barren vegetation were growing wantonly, completely covering the road ahead.

And within the sight range, several tall towers stood there quietly, looking very old, with strong traces of time on them, and it seemed that they had been there for some years.

"The range of the back mountain is actually very large, and this is just the periphery."

Aside, Yamami's voice sounded quietly.

Carrying a lot of things on his back, Shan Jian walked beside Chen Ming, looked at Chen Ming in front of him and said with a smile: "When we get here, most of our tasks will be completed, and someone will come over and take Master Lu The remains of the uncle and others will be transported up."

"Everyone be quiet!" At this moment, a dull voice came from the front.

Under the watchful eyes of Chen Ming and others, at the end of the front line of vision, a majestic and majestic middle-aged man in a black suit came from a distance, standing at the front of the line, looking at the many people below. The disciple said with a cold face: "The time has come, some disciples left behind to worship the spirit, and the rest continued to follow me into the mountain."

He didn't seem to be in the mood to stay. After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving only two black-robed disciples beside him to arrange matters.

"That's Elder Zhang Li. He is famous for his one-handed boxing skills. He is also known as the Shuangjue of Yueshan with Uncle Lu. He is usually the most violent."

Standing beside Chen Ming, seeing the figure of the middle-aged man gradually moving away, Shan Jian lowered his head and explained to Chen Ming in a low voice.

"I understand." Chen Ming nodded, expressing his understanding.

According to the prior assignment, he and Shan Jian were assigned to the team that continued to go up the mountain, while Fang Jia stayed at the foot of the mountain, continuing to guard the spirit of the dead disciples.

Time passed bit by bit until the dusk approaching the evening. Only then did Chen Ming and the others stop slowly and take shelter in a fairly spacious courtyard.

Along the way, that Elder Zhang Li never showed up again, only the two black-robed disciples he left quietly led the way and led them to this courtyard.

"Why is there such a yard on the mountainside of the back mountain?"

Walking to his own room, silently put down his luggage, and looked at his own room, Chen Ming couldn't help but have this thought in his heart.

The room in front of me looked very spacious, and there were very few furniture in it, only a mahogany carved bed was very conspicuous, which attracted people's attention at a glance.

In the room, the bed looked old, and the wood on it had obvious signs of age, and it looked like it had been through a long time.

But even though it looked old, the bed was still clean, and the quilt on it was also new, without any dirt, so even a clean freak couldn't pick out any faults.

Looking at the bed quietly, it seems that he suddenly noticed a small detail.

On the wall next to the bed, there is a faint black and red trace, which is quite conspicuous in the overall white wall.

Seeing this trace, Chen Ming pondered for a while, and then gently moved the whole bed away with his hands.

Immediately, little by little black and red traces appeared in front of my eyes, quietly showing on the wall.

"Blood?"

Looking at this trace, Chen Ming frowned, and an inexplicable feeling suddenly rose in his heart, which made him instinctively feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.

Shrouded by this feeling, Chen Ming felt a little depressed, and finally stretched out his hand directly to touch the blood on the wall in front of him.

呲! !

A feeling like an electric shock suddenly emerged, and a strong pain came from Chen Ming's hand, making Chen Ming subconsciously want to retract his hand.

Resisting the urge to withdraw his hand, Chen Ming looked at his arm.

The hand he stretched out was his left hand.

Because of killing Xie Mei with a punch earlier, this hand was contaminated with Xie Mei's power, so that it was corroded by it, and the whole hand turned into a light black color, and it has not completely improved until now.

But at this moment, as the arm collided with the blood on the wall, a force suddenly came from the wall in front of him, as painful as if his arm was directly roasted on the fire.

"what is this?"

Resisting the pain from his arm, Chen Ming looked up at the wall, but in the end he was suddenly stunned.

I don't know when, the black and red bloodstain on the wall has changed at this moment, the black and red bloodstain on it slowly burns, and finally slowly turns into dark gold, and there is a golden warm power flickering on it. Ming's arms kept coming towards Chen Ming.

Guided by this golden force, a bit of internal energy circulated in Chen Ming's body along an inexplicable route, and then the Darui Buddhist scriptures quietly circulated, faintly communicating with the remaining power in the blood in front of him.

In a vague way, Chen Ming seemed to have caught a glimpse of a picture.

In a spacious room, an old monk with a kind face was wearing a tattered gray monk robe, and was covered in blood at the moment, standing there quietly.

He stood quietly in the corner of the room, looking out of the room, clasped his hands together, and showed compassion in his eyes: "Benefactor Zhong, it's too late to turn around now."

A faint roar came from the front, and then a silver-white long knife slashed, and everything was over.

The old monk bled on the spot, his body was cut in half, and the golden Buddha's blood spilled out, dripping onto the wall of the room.

A faint sense of trance came from his heart, the next moment, Chen Ming raised his hand subconsciously, and then he was taken aback.

On his arm, the evil energy that was entangled in his hand all the time has completely disappeared, and a faint golden Buddha power enveloped his body, accompanied by the flow of his inner air, making him The bit of coldness caused by the infestation of evil spirits disappeared without a trace.

"Fo Li, what happened to Buddha's Blood?"

Feeling the golden Buddha's power constantly flowing in his body, and looking at the golden Buddha's blood that had completely disappeared on the wall in front of him, Chen Ming frowned, feeling a little confused for a while.

Roar! !

At this moment, a faint whistling sound suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain.

A cold feeling hit the whole body, and the little Buddha power in his body suddenly boiled, making Chen Ming subconsciously look in a certain direction in the distance.

"It's at the foot of the mountain."

Looking at a certain direction sensed by Foli, Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed: "Senior Sister Fang!!"

(End of this chapter)