Chapter 182 Old Acquaintance (Subscribe! 13)
In the dense forests deep in the mountains of southern Xinjiang, next to a wooden house, on the moist grass in the early morning, a skinny old man and a monk in white robes sat cross-legged facing each other.
"Since you have returned from the shipwreck, you should have brought my Miao books and bronze lamp with you."
The skinny old man's voice was flat and hoarse. If Ma Bangde didn't know that he was alive, he would have thought he was a mummy.
But this skinny old man is not only alive, but also alive and well.
The white-robed monk Bujie sat cross-legged on the ground, with Qi surrounding his body, wrapping himself tightly as if he was steaming in a mist.
Ever since he was attacked last time, Bujie knew that he was almost defenseless in front of this black poison master, and he had to be extremely careful.
The white-robed monk Bujie said softly, "To be honest, I don't believe you, wizard. I am really afraid that the moment you remove the poison, I will die."
He looked dignified, like a monk in troubled times, but between his brows was an unfathomable sorrow.
"You're not stupid."
The skinny old man suddenly laughed, and his hoarse laughter was like the sound of the wind blowing through the valley at night.
"Unfortunately...some things were already destined when you first came to me."
As soon as the skinny old man finished speaking, the white-robed monk Bujie suddenly stiffened and his face turned ashen, like a zombie.
The Qi energy around his body also dissipated.
Bujie's consciousness was still clear, but his body and qi no longer obeyed his commands.
The hoarse voice of the black poison master rang in his ears.
"Witchcraft is invisible and hard to guard against."
The black Gu Master waved his hand and said as if he was commanding his servant:
"Go and retrieve the Miao sacred objects, the Miao Book and the ancient bronze lamp."
The white-robed monk Bujie stood up stiffly and walked uncontrollably into the dense forest. It took him half an hour to return with a broken bronze lamp and a slightly tattered scroll, looking like a walking corpse.
This strange scene made the big man Ma Bond's hands and feet go cold. The evil and horror of witchcraft were fully displayed at this moment.
After the white-robed monk Bujie walked out of the deep forest, the black poison master's eyes embedded in the withered flesh and blood seemed to bloom with dazzling brilliance.
He slowly sat up from the black iron ore, and his withered flesh and blood seemed to radiate vitality at this moment.
The bronze lamp in the white-robed monk Bujie's hand suddenly lit up by itself, flew into the air, and landed in the hands of the black poison master, while the other hand of the black poison master stretched out to take the remaining scroll of the Miao Sutra.
Under the flickering green light, the remaining scroll of Miao Jing was quickly flipped, and the words on it, like flowers, birds and trees, lit up with a scarlet glow.
The black poison master worm pinched his right hand, and the "Miao Jing" closed instantly, and the words that were revealed also dimmed one after another, as if some strange ritual was stopped in an instant.
The black poison master's withered fingers rubbed the cover of "Miao Jing" as if he was stroking a priceless treasure, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.
"In consideration of your retrieving the sacred object of my Miao people, I will leave your body intact. If there is an afterlife, please do not come to Miao territory again."
Ma Bangde couldn't help but cover his eyes. He felt that he was going to see a horrifying scene, but he couldn't help but want to take a look.
The withered old man slowly put the books and the bronze lamp into the bamboo basket around his waist, then raised his finger and pointed it at the white-robed monk Bujie's brow.
"who?"
At the moment when the pitch-black finger was about to touch the white-robed monk Bujie's brow, the black poison master turned his index finger and a pitch-black light flashed.
Amid the green grass and trees on the earth, a black road suddenly appeared.
"It's me!"
A figure jumped out from the grass and trees, and the figure of the black poison master insect moved instantly, as if it turned into a residual image in the air. The index finger stained with black air stopped at the center of Qiao Yuanshan's eyebrows, and then slowly retracted.
The black Gu Master Bug also changed his expression and became amiable, saying, "It turned out to be you. Did the young monk retrieve the blood?"
Upon hearing this, Qiao Yuanshan took out a yellow gourd from behind him and said, "The blood is here."
Then he turned around and saw Bujie, and subconsciously said: "Master, you are here too."
"You know him?"
The black poison master insect took the gourd without even looking at it, but instead glanced at Bujie Dao.
Qiao Yuanshan also found that the atmosphere seemed a little strange. He looked at Bujie and said, "I was saved by this master above the Yellow Sea. Does the old man know the master?"
The black Gu Master was silent for a moment, then said in a muffled voice: "Old acquaintance!"
"Is that so, Master?" Qiao Yuanshan looked at Bujie.
"So you not only know my great-grandmaster, but also this old gentleman."
When Qiao Yuanshan finished speaking, the white-robed monk Bujie suddenly resumed his actions, and even the Qi in his body resumed functioning. Although he didn't know what it meant, he still continued to speak along with the words of the black Gu Master Chong.
"The old gentleman and I have been friends for many years." Bujie said with his hands clasped in front of his chest.
"It really is fate!"
Qiao Yuanshan smiled and said, he could feel that the strange atmosphere seemed to be eased. Although he didn't know why, he couldn't help but feel more comfortable in this atmosphere.
The black Gu Master Bug nodded stiffly, then pointed at the black iron ore and said, "You can take this black iron away. Say hello to your junior uncle for me."
Qiao Yuanshan felt that the behavior of the skinny old man in front of him seemed a little strange, but he still nodded and said:
"Thank you, old man. I will definitely pass on your message."
A moment later, Qiao Yuanshan picked up the black iron ore and left the deep forest of southern Xinjiang. The atmosphere at the scene became weird again.
Ma Bangde felt as if everything was suppressed. He just wanted to call the young man back, but with the old man here, he didn't dare to speak.
I was just secretly wondering who that young man was and why the old man treated him like that. You have to know that the skinny old man is the sky among these ten thousand mountains.
No matter who he was talking to, he was always rude and as cold as a piece of ice.
The white-robed monk Bujie once again confronted the black poison master insect in front of him. He had no confidence at all, but he could not leave.
Once he left, Liuli Gu would most likely take his life.
However, the black poison master insect seemed to suddenly lose interest in him, and a hoarse voice sounded.
"The poison has been resolved, why don't you leave?"
………
In Binhai, under the night sky, Wen Zhengming paced on the street. He crossed the bustling streets, walked to a quiet corner, and looked at this world of lights and feasting indifferently.
"They are both the gloom and glory of modern human civilization!"
Wen Zhengming sighed lightly, and the next moment he stretched out his hand in the air, and an invisible stream of light fell on a woman.
"It just lacks some legends." Wen Zhengming raised his head and smiled faintly.
Thanks to Ming Jiuyou for the reward of 300 Starting Coins!
(End of this chapter)
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