After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 149|The light is endless

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The whole inn was surprisingly quiet.

Qiao Wan felt heavy in her heart.

The truth is too heavy.

One general can make a thousand bones dry up.

No matter what the outcome is, war brings only meaningless sacrifices and endless pain to people.

Yu Xingzhi pursed his lips, confusion suddenly emerged in his chest.

Is what Elder Lu and them, and Shandao Academy are doing now really the right thing? However, when they have reached this point, how can they be willing to give up?

Wang Ruyi was stunned, hesitated for a while, and silently stretched out his hand to cover the back of Yan Shiyuan's hand: "Boss Yan..."

The scar was bloodyly uncovered, and Yan Shiyuan smiled bitterly: "Ruyi, I'm fine."

"This is the truth about this murderous coffin." Pulling back his attention, Yan Shiyuan calmed down, raised his eyes and asked Ma Huaizhen: "Do you have anything else that you don't understand?"

Ma Huaizhen said solemnly: "I understand, thank you boss for being willing to tell me the ins and outs of this matter. But I have one more question about the ghost market, I hope the boss can tell me"

Yan Shiyuan: "Fellow Taoist, it's okay to just say it."

Ma Huaizhen said: "Listen to what you mean, boss. You have been in this ghost market for hundreds of years. Boss, do you know what is going on with that pagoda?"

Yan Shiyuan thought: "I only know that these evil Buddhas are enshrined in the ghost market. As for why these evil Buddhas are enshrined, and who is presiding over the worship of these evil Buddhas behind the scenes, I have no way of knowing."

"However, there is a family named Chu living near this pagoda. The head of the family is called Chu Yongsheng. This family has a pair of children. They usually like to play in the pagoda when they have nothing to do. Some time ago, it should be three months ago. Come on, the eldest daughter of this family has disappeared in the tower. During this time, the younger brother has been looking for my sister. You might as well go to this family and ask."

Ma Huaizhen nodded: "Thank you, Boss Yan, for clearing up the confusion."

After finishing speaking, he turned the wheelchair and said in a deep voice: "Let's go."

Qiao Wan was stunned: "Leave?"

"Go to the pagoda." Ma Huaizhen turned his wheelchair without looking back: "Since you have doubts in your heart, go and see for yourself."

The decisive tone, the neat posture, and the calm demeanor immediately shocked Qiao Wan, Wang Ruyi and Yu Xingzhi.

As soon as Yu Xingzhi took a step forward, the man glanced out of the corner of his eye: "You two stay, Lu Cixian and I will go over."

Yu Xingzhi's expression changed slightly: "Senior, don't you want me to go together?"

Ma Huaizhen paused, glanced around Yu Xingzhi unscrupulously, pulled the corner of his lips and smiled: "Are you sure you want to come with us like this?"

As if he thought of something again, the man casually dug into his arms and took out two porcelain bottles.

One by one, they were thrown into the arms of Qiao Wan and Yu Xingzhi respectively.

"Take it and wipe it."

Shenggujingjidan?

After seeing the porcelain vase in his hand, Yu Xingzhi silently clenched it tightly.

"What?" Ma Huaizhen glanced out of the corner of his eye, "Don't you want to use it?"

Yu Xingzhi was silent and smiled self-deprecatingly. His usually sinister and handsome eyebrows were tainted with a bit of loneliness: "Senior misunderstood. It's not that I don't want to use it, but that it has become like this now. There is no need to waste this good medicine.”

As the name suggests, the bone-building and muscle-building pill can produce bone and muscle. However, he was injured too seriously and was bitten like this. The corpse poison penetrated into his bones, and there was basically no possibility of recovery.

Handed the porcelain bottle intact back to Ma Huaizhen: "Senior, please take this medicine back."

He is proud of his handsome appearance, his young age, and his cultivation is already among the best among his peers. Now a leg is broken, an arm is missing, and the appearance that I was proud of is ruined. How to explain to Elder Lu after going out is a problem.

Ma Huaizhen looked like he was smiling but not smiling: "This look? Does this mean you look down on me?"

When the man said this, Yu Xingzhi suddenly realized that the man in front of him was also a disabled person, missing a leg and an arm, and half of his face was ruined. Maybe it's because Ma Huaizhen has been tough and resolute since he entered the ghost market, which made people forget for a moment that he was a monk who could only use a wheelchair.

"This is not what I meant, junior."

"As you can see, I am missing an arm and a broken leg just like you." Ma Huaizhen said with a smile, "But I am still alive and well."

"Since you know what kind of ghost you are now, you should heal yourself and stay in the inn." Without any concern for the disabled, Ma Huaizhen sneered: "If you have this time to feel sad about the spring and autumn, it is better to think about the future. Do something."

Yu Xingzhi’s expression changed slightly.

In all his life, he has never been slapped so unceremoniously. If he had put it before, he would definitely not be convinced based on his character. But now, he doesn't look like a human being or a ghost.

Yu Xingzhi half-closed his eyes.

Ma Huaizhen is right, he is indeed not willing to accept it, even if he is like this, he is still not willing to accept it.

As for Yu Xingzhi, relying on his seniority, high cultivation level, and good face, he has always had his eyes higher than his head. When looking at people, his enemies are basically the same as Qiao Wan. He can go around Kunshan with him. Son. If he accidentally becomes a disabled person this time, he will definitely come to seek revenge.

Since he is not willing to accept this fate, he might as well think carefully, Yu Xingzhi said silently, without this leg and this arm, what else can he do in the future.

"Let's go." Ma Huaizhen urged after looking at Qiao Wan who was still in a daze.

Before leaving the house, Qiao Wan thought about the blood-stained figure in green clothes. She hesitated for a second, but couldn't help it and turned around: "Mr. Yan, have you ever heard of Meng Guangze?"

"Meng Guangze?" Yan Shiyuan was slightly stunned, "I have never heard of this person."

Qiao Wan was slightly startled: "I understand, thank you Mr. Yan."

As soon as Ma Huaizhen and Qiao Wan left, Yu Xingzhi nodded slightly at Yan Shiyuan and walked straight upstairs.

Wang Ruyi was stunned for half a second, turned to look at Yan Shiyuan, and said worriedly: "Yan... boss?"

Yan Shiyuan shook his head: "Ruyi, I'm fine. Go back and rest."

After saying that, he silently put the willow boxes scattered on the ground into place and slowly walked upstairs.

Most of his former comrades-in-arms were refined by Feng Zhao and turned into vicious corpses. When he built this coffin, he also had the intention of suppressing them.

In the future, he will continue to search for this murderous coffin and grave.

After Yan Shiyuan left, Wang Ruyi also went upstairs.

At Yu Xingzhi’s door, he knocked on the door.

Although after listening to Ma Huaizhen's words, he decided to make good plans for the future, after returning home, he sat on the bed for a long time and couldn't think of anything. The second senior brother of Shandao Academy, who had always been grumpy, became even more grumpy.

"Miss Wang." Hearing the movement at the door, Yu Xingzhi opened the door, with an ugly face and a cold tone: "It's so late, why don't you go back to rest and come to me?"

But he didn't notice the shriveled female corpse in front of him at all, and said seriously: "Let me see you."

"Look at me?" Yu Xingzhi said sarcastically: "Look at me now?"

Wang Ruyi scratched his head in confusion: "What's wrong with your appearance? You're pretty good-looking. Anyway, much prettier than me."

Yu Xing paused and took a rare look at the "girl" in front of him.

She can barely be called a girl. Although she is ugly, she is still wearing a wedding dress and has a golden walking stick on her head. Realizing that his tone was indeed a bit hurtful for a girl, Yu Xingzhi was silent for a while and asked, "Do I really think so?"

Wang Ruyi: "Lower your head."

"Look," Wang Ruyi took a step back, frowned and looked at it seriously for a while, then stretched out his hand and gestured in front of Yu Xingzhi, covering half of his **** face, "As long as you block the That’s fine here, after all, that half of your face is so pretty.”

If Wang Ruyi said without hesitation that he looked good-looking, Yu Xingzhi might sneer, but even he himself wouldn't believe it. But Wang Ruyi didn't say that, and she bluntly asked him to cover up the disfigured half of his face. This made it more credible that "that half of the face is so beautiful". I have to admit that this sentence greatly comforted Yu Xingzhi, whose self-esteem was frustrated.

This little mummy is not that ugly either.

The young man's stern and cold face softened a lot. After a while, he pursed his lips and said, "Thank you."

Wang Ruyi quickly waved his hand and glanced behind Yu Xingzhi: "Can I go in?"

Yu Xingzhi glanced at Wang Ruyi and took a step back: "Forget it, come in."

……

Qiao Wan was a little lost in thought when she thought of Meng Guangze. While thinking about it, she silently touched the wound on her left arm.

This was the injury I sustained while dragging Meng Canglang away in the temple.

The man who was walking in front looked like he had eyes on the back of his head.

Ma Huaizhen squinted slightly.

The young man's eyes were clear and he touched the wound on his left arm thoughtfully. He was stunned and didn't know what he was thinking.

The entire left arm was stripped of flesh and blood, revealing white bones. As they walked along, they didn’t even hear a single sound from the young man.

"This injury?"

Qiao Wan woke up from a dream and simply explained: "I was injured in the temple."

I walked all the way without complaining about pain. This toughness is indeed that of a man.

A bit tougher than the unsatisfactory ANBU disciples under him.

Thinking of this, Hall Master Ma couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation.

He doesn't talk much and has good abilities, if you can do things for him.

The evil **** of Kunshan, who believes in making the best use of everything and is ruthless and ruthless, is like a greedy capitalist who starts to seriously think about the possibility of poaching corners and asking Lu Cixian in front of him to work for him without any psychological pressure. .

This Lu Cixian seems to be... from Buping Academy, right?

Although Qiao Wan's cultivation was not very good, he was quite easy to use it. In every sense, since this **** came down from the mountain, he could never find such a handy sword again. Ma Huaizhen regretted this for a while.

It is extraordinary to know that a hard-blooded man who has crawled out of the battlefield in the northern border and has cultivated to the point where his comrades died in front of him without changing his expression can be so angry at the death of a junior. one thing.

The inn is not far from the pagoda.

Having not taken two steps, Qiao Wan and Ma Huaizhen arrived at the house named Chu that Yan Shiyuan mentioned.

The Chu family makes a living by making shadow puppets, which are also very popular in this ghost market.

The rows of tables and chairs in front of the crudely made stage.

When Qiao Wan and Ma Huaizhen arrived, the shadow puppet show had just come to an end. The shadow puppets held up by sticks were vivid, red and green, with slender eyebrows and eyes, as if they had come to life.

Qiao Wan picked up a seat and sat down, sitting with Ma Huaizhen, waiting for the shadow puppet show to end, and only found the backstage after the show.

"You ask Jiaojiao?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, the Chu Yongsheng in Yan Shiyuan's mouth.

Chu Yongsheng was packing his things. When he heard Ma Huaizhen's words, he hesitated for a second and finally broke out into a smile.

Qiao Wan: "Jiaojiao?"

Chu Yongsheng smiled bitterly: "Jiaojiao is my daughter."

Ma Huaizhen will basically handle all matters like clichés.

Qiao Wan followed Ma Huaizhen and listened silently to the conversation between the two.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind.

"Dad."

Chu Yongsheng turned around and asked in surprise: "Rong'er, why did you come out?"

Qiao Wan turned around following the sound, and behind her stood a five or six-year-old boy who looked exactly like Chu Yongsheng. He was holding a shadow puppet in his arms, hugging him tightly.

The shadow puppet in the little boy's arms is smooth and translucent, made to look like a little girl, with two round buns, a red coat, and a smile on her face.

Qiao Wan and Ma Huaizhen's eyes fell on the shadow puppet in the boy's arms.

Chu Yongsheng was silent for a moment and sighed: "This is made in the image of Jiaojiao."

"After Jiaojiao disappeared, Rong'er missed his sister all day long and couldn't sleep, so I made this shadow puppet for him. He liked this shadow puppet so much that he hugged it every day, saying it was Sister, I should sleep with you in my arms at night."

Ma Huaizhen looked back and whispered in agreement: "My condolences."

Mentioning the sad thing, Chu Yongsheng was silent for a long time, and then spoke after a while, "Although my wife and I often go to the pagoda to worship, I don't know what is in the pagoda. There are many things in this pagoda. Are they all Bodhisattvas?"

Seeing that Chu Yongsheng really didn’t know about the weirdness inside the pagoda and couldn’t find out why, after a few words of relief, Ma Huaizhen turned the wheelchair and said: “Let’s go.”

Just a few steps away, the little boy holding the shadow puppet suddenly said: "Are you going to the tower?"

Ma Huaizhen raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

The little boy hugged the shadow puppet tightly in his arms and hesitated: "Then can you help me find my sister."

"My sister looks just like the one in my arms." The little boy carefully raised the shadow puppet in front of him.

When illuminated by the light, the shadow figure's body is translucent, the colors are gorgeous, and his eyes are filled with hope.

"Okay." Ma Huaizhen said without blinking, "I promise you, I will keep an eye on your sister for you."

Arima Huaizhen was carrying him in front, walking behind the man. When he entered the tower again, Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

When you encounter danger later, just hide behind this person.

They entered the tower yesterday when Chou Shi entered.

Ma Huaizhen asked: "What time is it now?"

Qiao Wan: "It's almost midnight, there are still two quarters of an hour left."

Ma Huaizhen glanced at the statues of the Four Heavenly Kings with unclear meaning, and whispered: "Go up and take a look first."

Along the way, there were several offerings of fruits scattered on the ground and stairs, the incense table and incense burner fell to the ground, and incense ashes were scattered all over the floor.

The man turned his wheelchair without changing his expression, "walked" to a incense table, stretched out his finger, and wiped the "peel" on the incense table.

"Is this a human sacrifice?"

Ma Huaizhen took out a handkerchief, wiped his fingers casually, and threw it on the incense table: "How many did you fold in the temple?"

Qiao Wan: "Five or six."

Ma Huaizhen was about to say something, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes!

The "Bodhisattva" with gentle eyebrows put his hands on the ground, stretched his neck, and looked at Qiao Wan with a smile on his lips. His slender eyebrows fell quietly on Qiao Wan, or the mark of human sacrifice on Qiao Wan's hand. .

This is...

Qiao Wan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Centipede Bodhisattva! It's coming!

The Bodhisattva began to turn his arms and raised the giant ax in his hand.

"Well done."

In an instant, Ma Huaizhen reached out and patted the wheelchair, using the force to shake it out!

The ax fell straight onto the wheelchair!

Wow——

The wheelchair under the man's seat suddenly fell apart!

The opponent has thirty arms and the man has one arm.

But with just one hand, Ma Huaizhen was able to carry these thirty arms, with his fingers bent or extended.

Pfft——

He just tore off one of the hands of the Bodhisattva statue!

The splash of blood reflected in the man's dark eyes, adding a bit of evil aura.

His decisive, swift and ruthless attack, coupled with his majestic appearance that can stop a child from crying at night, makes him look more like a villain than the Centipede Bodhisattva.

After pulling the "Bodhisattva"'s arm, Ma Huaizhen not only did not lose it, but continued to display his excellent style of using everything as a weapon, waved his arm and continued to fight with the "Bodhisattva".

Using other people's arms to tease them three ways, without any self-consciousness in front of the juniors, perfectly demonstrating what "self-attacking and self-receiving" means.

Qiao Wan's playing style has always been influenced by Ma Huaizhen.

In short, it is practical and shameless. This is the experience of men fighting in the northern battlefield. It is ruthless and wicked enough, but it is also useful enough. After Ma Huaizhen's brutal combo, Next, the dozens of arms holding the Bodhisattva statue on the ground retreated one after another, and the statue crawled behind it.

"Want to leave?" Ma Huaizhen raised the corner of his lips and smiled sadly.

The arm in my hand was useless, so I continued to reach out to grab it, and with force, another one was pulled off.

Things with only one leg cannot catch up with those with twenty-nine legs.

The Bodhisattva statue disappeared at the top of the stairs in an instant.

"Let's go." Throwing his **** arm to the ground, Ma Huaizhen raised his eyes and ordered: "Carry me over."

Qiao Wan was slightly embarrassed, then she squatted down and carried Ma Huaizhen on her back.

Thinking of Ma Huaizhen's fierce operation just now, Qiao Wan was a little worried and couldn't help but ask: "Senior, are you okay?"

Ma Huaizhen's faint voice came from above his head: "Take care of yourself, I don't need you to worry about it here."

Qiao Wan immediately calmed down and concentrated on climbing upstairs with her on her back.

As soon as she took a few steps, Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat and she was slightly shaken.

Ma Huai is really lighter than she thought.

The leader of the Hall of Enlightenment, the famous evil **** in Kunshan, actually only weighs half an adult man.

Aware that the person beneath him was absent-minded, Ma Huaizhen asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Qiao Wan subconsciously replied: "I'm thinking about senior."

"Miss me?"

Qiao Wan pursed her lips.

"Senior, are you okay?"

How can this be the same as Qiao Wan?

Ma Huaizhen's eyes dimmed, and the pink figure quickly flashed before his eyes.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to Zhou Yan's new apprentice, but Qiao Wan kept running to the Hall of Enlightenment every now and then, and every time he came to hand in tasks with a **** face. As time went by, he became embarrassed in front of him. Ripe.

Since Zhou Yan, the apprentice, was willing to learn and endure the hardships, he didn't mind lending a hand to this junior and doing her a favor, so whenever he came across any secret book, he threw it to her. Unexpectedly, the other party became interested in him from then on. He often wiped the blood from his face with his front feet, changed into clean clothes, and came to help him, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, and doing some chores.

Her expression is serious and her movements are respectful, just like an old mother taking care of an elderly disabled person.

He has lived for so many years, how could he need her to take care of him.

However, as a representative of immoral and shameless pragmatism, Ma Huaizhen could not refuse the housekeeping service delivered to his door, so he accepted it calmly.

This acceptance meant that Qiao Wan was placed under the protection of the World Exposure Hall.

He had only seen such a worried look on Qiao Wan, but he never expected to see it on Lu Cixian now.

"Good boy." Ma Huaizhen's voice was deep and powerful, "I said, I don't need you to care yet."

All the way to the ninth floor.

Qiao Wan almost saw the porcelain woman who fell to pieces on the ground.

The eyebrows, facial features, head, neck, and limbs are scattered on the floor. The porcelain pieces with "eyes" painted on them are missing a corner, and they are looking at the ceiling.

The hanging human animal was blown by the wind, and its stomach was empty.

He raised his head and glanced at the dozen or so people above his head.

Ma Huaizhen said: "Put them down."

Putting down these dozen or so people requires a different mental quality than ordinary people. Gui Shi and his party have developed a strong heart. Qiao Wan stepped forward without changing her expression and put down these ten or so people.

Ma Huaizhen stacked these more than ten heavenly beings together, copied them in his hand, and continued to order: "Take them down."

Qiao Wan carried Ma Huaizhen on her back. As soon as she got down to the eighth floor, she heard the man on her back asking to put him down.

Ma Huaizhen said: "Just put it here."

In front of him is a statue of Bodhisattva with plump muscles and bones, sitting on a lotus platform, with slender eyebrows and fine eyes, and elegant clothes.

After placing more than a dozen people in front of the Bodhisattva statue, Qiao Wan couldn't help but ask: "Senior."

"Wait." Ma Huaizhen's face was bright and his expression did not change.

Waiting for what action the Bodhisattva in front of me will make.

After about a stick of incense, suddenly, the Bodhisattva statue in front of me slowly began to move.

The Bodhisattva opens his eyes.

As expected, Ma Huaizhen twitched his cheek muscles and sneered.

There is not a single Buddha in this pagoda, they are all evil gods.

"The more sacrifices you offer," Ma Huaizhen said, "the higher the cultivation level of these Bodhisattvas will be."

"In the beginning, I can only stay on this lotus platform." Ma Huaizhen said coldly: "Later, I can step off the altar and walk out of the ghost market."

Then go to the human world.

This is of the same nature as ghosts and demons, relying on cannibalism to become stronger.

"Someone is raising ghosts here."

"Then..." Qiao Wan's voice was dry: "Chu Jiaojiao?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the ugly moment has arrived.

The fruits and incense ash scattered on the stairs and brick joints turned into minced meat, nails and hair in the blink of an eye.

"Here it is." Ma Huaizhen picked up the piece of nails from the crack of the table with cold eyes.

This is a small, shiny nail, stained with a little oil paint.

This is the oil paint used to make shadow puppets.

"She's here."

The cooking methods of each layer of human animals are different. As for the eighth layer, they are all skinned and presented to the table naked like cattle and sheep.

Qiao Wan was stunned and suddenly felt cold all over.

What is the shadow puppet in the little boy's arms made of?

"There is definitely something wrong with this family." Ma Huaizhen's eyes were cold and sarcastic, "It just so happened that after this mother took her son out, her daughter disappeared?"

Qiao Wan's eyes flickered: "Chu Jiaojiao?"

"Didn't Yan Shiyuan say that? This family often comes to this pagoda to worship Buddha."

I am afraid that Chu Jiaojiao did not disappear at all, but was skinned by her closest family members and brought to the incense case.

"What?" Sensing that something was wrong with Qiao Wan's face, Ma Huaizhen asked, "Aren't you willing to give in?"

Although the young man said nothing, his eyes were astonishingly bright, reflecting a raging anger.

"Hate it?"

Qiao Wan's throat rolled up and she remained silent.

The so-called gods and Buddhas are all eating people.

Perhaps because their daughter was a virgin, or perhaps because they were reluctant to part with their son, the family personally offered their daughter to the incense table for humans and ghosts to enjoy.

When the ugly time comes, all gods and Buddhas turn their eyes and come to life again.

Not only did Ma Huaizhen's expression remain unchanged, he actually found a place to nest on the ground.

"The time has come."

Looking up at the sky filled with gods and Buddhas, he held the corners of his lips, smiled, and walked down the altar with plump muscles and bones.

Ma Huaizhen said: "This professional matter should be handled by professionals."

Before Qiao Wan could ask, Ma Huaizhen suddenly started counting.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Time's up.

A pure and majestic roar exploded in my ears unexpectedly! What followed was a burst of dazzling Buddha light, and a huge golden palm print circled out.

This is, endless illumination! !