After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

The whole inn was eerily quiet.

Qiao Wan's heart was heavy.

The truth is too heavy.

Once it will be done, the bones will die.

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

Yu Xingzhi pursed his lips, and confusion suddenly appeared in his chest.

Elder Lu and them, what the Shandao Academy is doing now, is it really right? However, when they have reached this point, let them give up, how can they be reconciled?

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 opened with blood, and Yan Shiyuan smiled bitterly: "Ruyi, I'm fine."

"This is the truth of this murderous coffin." Pulling back his attention, Yan Shiyuan calmed down, raised his eyes and asked Ma Huaizhen, "Do you still have any doubts, fellow Daoist."

Ma Huaizhen said in a deep voice, "I see. Thank you boss for being willing to tell the story. But I have one more question about the ghost market. I hope the boss can tell you."

Yan Shiyuan: "Fellow Daoist, but it's okay to say it."

Ma Huaizhen said: "Listen to what you mean, boss, you have been in this ghost market for hundreds of years, so boss, do you know what happened to that pagoda?"

Yan Shiyuan pondered: "I only know that the ghost market worships these evil Buddhas. As for why these evil Buddhas are worshipped, and who is behind them, I have no way of knowing."

"However, there is a family with the surname of Chu living near this pagoda. The owner of the family is Chu Yongsheng. This family has a pair of children who usually like to play in the pagoda when they have something to do. Some time ago, it should have been three months ago. The eldest daughter of the family has disappeared in the tower. During this time, the younger brother has been looking for the elder sister. Daoist friends may wish to go to this family's house and ask."

Ma Huaizhen nodded: "Thank you, Boss Yan, for clarifying your doubts."

After speaking, he turned the wheelchair and said solemnly, "Go."

Qiao Wan was taken aback: "Go?"

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

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

Just as Yu Xingzhi took a step forward, the man glanced at the corner of his eyes: "You two stay, and Lu Cixian and I will go over."

Yu Xingzhi's face changed slightly: "Senior doesn't want me to go together?"

Ma Huaizhen paused, his eyes swept around Yu Xingzhi unscrupulously, and pulled the corners of his lips with a smile: "Are you sure you want to come with us like this?"

As if thinking of something again, the man took it into his arms and took out two porcelain vases.

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

"Take it and wipe it."

Bone Congealing Pill?

Seeing the porcelain bottle in his hand, Yu Xingzhi silently clenched it tightly.

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

Yu Xingzhi was silent, he laughed like a self-deprecating smile, and his usually savage and handsome eyebrows were stained with a bit of loneliness: "Senior misunderstood, junior is not unwilling to use it, but now that it has become like this, there is no need to waste it. It's a good medicine."

Bone Congealing Pill, as the name suggests, can produce bone and congeal muscles, but he was injured too badly, and he was bitten like this.

He handed the porcelain bottle back to Ma Huaizhen: "Senior medicine, let's take it back."

He is conceited and handsome, young, and his cultivation base is already the best among his peers. Now that he has a broken leg, no arm, and his proud appearance is ruined, how to explain to Elder Lu after going out is a problem.

Ma Huaizhen is half-smile but not smiling: "This look? Listening to what you mean, do 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, ruining half of his face. It may be because Ma Huaizhen has been tough and resolute since he entered the ghost market, and it made people forget for a while that this is a cultivator who can only use a wheelchair.

"Junior doesn't mean that."

"As you can see, I am missing an arm and a broken leg just like you." Ma Huaizhen smiled and said, "But I am not alive and well."

"Since you know what kind of ghost you are now, you should take good care of your injuries and stay at the inn." Ma Huaizhen sneered without caring about the handicapped: "If you have this time, it's better to think about what to do in the future. what."

Yu Xingzhi's face changed slightly.

Growing up so big, he has not been so rudely beaten. If it was put on hold before, he would definitely not be convinced by his character. But now, he is not like a human being, nor a ghost like a ghost.

Yu Xingzhi closed his eyes halfway.

Ma Huaizhen was right, he was really not reconciled, even if he was like this, he was still not reconciled.

To say Yu Xingzhi, relying on his seniority, high cultivation, and good face, he has always had eyes above the top. When XX looks at people, the enemy family is basically the same as Qiao Wan, and he can go around Kunshan when he is taken out. This time, he was accidentally turned into a disabled person, and he must have come to seek revenge.

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

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

Before going out, Qiao Wan struggled for a second when she thought of the blood-stained back in Tsing Yi, but she couldn't hold back and turned her head: "Mr. Yan, have you heard of Meng Guangze?"

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

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

As soon as Ma Huaizhen and Qiao Wan left, Yu Xingzhi nodded slightly towards Yan Shiyuan, and went 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 speaking, he silently helped the willow boxes scattered on the ground and walked upstairs slowly.

The former comrades were refined by Feng Zhao, and most of them became corpses. When he built this coffin, he also meant to suppress them.

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

After Yan Shiyuan left, Wang Ruyi also went upstairs.

At the door of Yu Xingzhi, he knocked on the door.

Although after listening to Ma Huaizhen's words, he decided to plan well for the future, but after going back, he sat on the bed for a long time, but couldn't think of anything.

"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 come to me for a rest?"

But the shriveled female corpse in front of her didn't seem to see it at all, and she said seriously, "I'll come and see you."

"Look at me?" A sentence hit the muzzle, and Yu Xingzhi sarcastically said, "Look at what I look like now?"

Wang Ruyi scratched his head in confusion: "What's wrong with your appearance? It's pretty. Anyway, it's much better than me."

Yu Xing paused for a while, and rarely looked straight at the "girl" in front of him.

Barely called a young girl, although she is ugly, she is still wearing a wedding dress with a golden step slanted on her head. Realizing that his tone was indeed a bit hurtful to a girl, Yu Xingzhi was silent for a while and asked, "Do I really think so?"

Wang Ruyi: "You bow 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, "just block here. After all, that half of your face is so pretty."

If Wang Ruyi said without hesitation that his appearance is very good-looking, Yu Xingzhi might even sneer, even if he said it, he didn't believe it himself. But Wang Ruyi didn't say that, and said it bluntly, asking him to block the disfigured half of his face, which made it seem that "that half of the face is so good-looking" has a lot of credibility. I have to admit that this sentence greatly comforted Yu Xingzhi, whose self-esteem was frustrated.

This little mummy is not that ugly.

The young man's cold and cruel face was rarely softened. 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."

…

Thinking of Meng Guangze, Qiao Wan was a little lost, and while thinking, silently touched the wound on her left arm.

This was still hurt when he was dragging Meng Canglang in the temple.

The man who was walking in the front had eyes just like 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, stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

The entire left arm was stripped of flesh and blood, revealing the bones, and the young man didn't even hear a word when he walked all the way.

"This hurt?"

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

I walked all the way without shouting pain, this toughness is indeed a man.

He was a little tougher than the unsatisfactory Anbu disciples under him.

Thinking of this, Hall Master Ma couldn't help falling into deep thought.

He doesn't talk much, and his ability is not bad, if he can do things for him.

The evil spirit of Kunshan, who believes in making the best use of things and is ruthless, is like a greedy capitalist who begins to be serious, thinking about digging corners without any psychological pressure, and asking Lu Cixian in front of him to give him the possibility of working for him.

This Lu Cixian seems to be from the Inequality Academy, right?

Although Qiao Wanxiu was not very good, it was quite easy to use. In various senses, since this **** went down the mountain, he could never find such a handy sword, and Ma Huaizhen regretted it for a while.

You must know that the iron-blooded man who has been stalking and crawling out in the northern battlefield, has cultivated to the point that his comrade-in-arms died in front of his eyes and his complexion remains unchanged. .

The inn is not far from the pagoda.

Before taking two steps, Qiao Wan and Ma Huaizhen arrived at the Chu family that Yan Shiyuan said.

The Chu family makes a living by making shadow puppets and is very popular in this ghost city.

A few rows of tables and chairs in front of the shoddy stage.

When Qiao Wan and Ma Huaizhen arrived, the shadow puppet show just came to an end, and the shadow puppet figure supported by the sign came alive, red, green and green, with slender eyebrows and eyes, as if they had come to life.

Qiao Wan picked up a seat and sat down, sat with Ma Huaizhen, and waited for the shadow puppet show to finish before finding the backstage.

"You ask Jiaojiao?"

It was a middle-aged man who spoke, that is, Chu Yongsheng in Yan Shiyuan's mouth.

Chu Yongsheng was packing his things, and when he heard Ma Huaizhen's words, he hesitated for a second, but still laughed a little.

Qiao Wan: "Jiaojiao?"

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

Ma Huaizhen will handle all the clichés.

Qiao Wan followed behind Ma Huaizhen, silently listening to the conversation between the two.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind.

"father."

Chu Yongsheng turned his head and asked in surprise, "Why did you come out, Rong'er?"

Qiao Wan turned her head back, and behind him stood a five- or six-year-old boy who looked as cool as Chu Yongsheng. He held a shadow puppet in his arms and hugged him tightly.

The shadow puppet in the little boy's arms is smooth and translucent, taking the appearance of a little girl, with two round buns, wearing a red jacket, and smiling eyes.

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

Chu Yongsheng was silent for a moment, then sighed: "This is done in the appearance of Jiaojiao."

"After Jiaojiao was gone, Rong'er couldn't sleep thinking about his elder sister all day, so I made this shadow puppet for him. He liked this shadow puppet so much that he would hug him every day, saying it was elder sister, Sleep in your arms at night."

Ma Huaizhen retracted his gaze and whispered, "My condolences."

Speaking of sad things, Chu Yongsheng was silent for a long time, and then he spoke after a while, "Although my wife and I often go to the pagoda to worship, I don't know what is in this pagoda. Not all the offerings in this pagoda are all bodhisattvas. ?"

Seeing that Chu Yongsheng really didn't know the weirdness in the pagoda, he couldn't ask why. After a few words of relief, Ma Huaizhen turned the wheelchair: "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 in his arms, hesitatingly said, "Then can you guys help me find my sister?"

"My elder 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 puppet's whole body is translucent, the colors are gorgeous, and the eyes are full of eyes, looking forward to flying.

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

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

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

They were the towers of ugly times yesterday.

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

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

Ma Huaizhen glanced over the statues of the Four Heavenly Kings with an unsure meaning, and said in a low voice, "Go up and have a look first."

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

The man turned the wheelchair without changing his face, "walked" to an incense case, stretched out his fingers, and wiped the "peel" on the incense case.

"Is this a human sacrifice?"

Ma Huaizhen took out a handkerchief, wiped his fingers, 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 dark shadow suddenly flashed in front of him!

The gentle-eyed "Bodhisattva" held his hands on the ground, stretched his neck, and looked at Qiao Wan with a smile at the corner of his mouth. His slender eyebrows and eyes quietly fell on Qiao Wan's body, or the mark of the 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 swung the giant axe high in his hand.

"Good come."

In an instant, Ma Huaizhen stretched out his hand and patted the wheelchair, and used his strength to shake it out!

The axe fell straight onto the wheelchair!

wow-

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

The other party has thirty arms, and the man has one arm.

But with just one hand, Ma Huaizhen carried these thirty arms, with five fingers bent or stretched.

puff-

He literally ripped off one of the hands of the Bodhisattva!

The splattered blood was reflected in the dark eyes of the man, adding a bit of evil spirit.

The decisiveness, swiftness, and ruthlessness of the attack, coupled with the respectful face that can stop the crying of children at night, is more like a villain than this centipede bodhisattva.

Pulling the "Bodhisattva"'s arm, Ma Huaizhen not only did not lose it, but continued to play the fine style of being able to use everything as a weapon, waving his arm and continuing to fight the "Bodhisattva".

Using someone else's arm to flirt with others in three ways, without the slightest self-consciousness in front of the younger generation, it perfectly shows what "self-attack and self-sufficiency" is.

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

In short, it is shameless to be practical and practical. This is the experience of men fighting in the northern battlefield. It is ruthless and immoral, but it is also easy to use. Under Ma Huaizhen's brutal set of combos, Bodhisattva Like dozens of arms supporting the ground, they stepped back again and again, like crawling behind.

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

The arm in his hand was scrapped, and he continued to reach out and grab it.

But the one with one leg really can't catch up with the one with twenty-nine legs.

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

"Let's go." He threw his blood-stained arm on the ground, and Ma Huaizhen raised his eyes and ordered, "Carry me over."

Qiao Wan was slightly embarrassed, crouched down honestly, and carried Ma Huaizhen on her back.

Thinking of Ma Huaizhen's ferocious operation just now, Qiao Wan was also a little worried, and couldn't help but ask, "Is your senior okay?"

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

Qiao Wan immediately calmed down, and concentratedly climbed upstairs with the man on his back.

Just after taking a few steps, Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat, shaking slightly.

Ma Huaizhen was lighter than she thought.

The hall master of the Hall of Appearances, the illustrious **** in Kunshan, is actually only half the weight of an adult man.

Realizing the absent-mindedness of the people below him, Ma Huaizhen asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Qiao Wan replied subconsciously, "I'm thinking of senior."

"miss me?"

Joe pursed his lips.

"Is your senior okay?"

How does this have the same virtue as Qiao Wan?

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

At first, he didn't care about Zhou Yanxin's new apprentice, but Qiao Wan was always running to the world every time, every time he came to hand in the task with a **** face. After a long time, he became familiar in front of him.

Since Zhou Yan, the apprentice, was willing to learn and suffered hardships, he didn't mind doing her a favor, so if he came across any secrets, he threw it to her. Unexpectedly, the other party became interested since then. He often wiped the blood on his face with his forefoot, changed into clean clothes, and came to him to help, sweeping the floor, wiping the table, and doing some chores.

With a serious look and respectful actions, he is like an old mother who takes care of the elderly and disabled.

He has lived for so many years, and he doesn't need her to take care of him.

However, the housekeeping service delivered to the door, as a representative of shameless pragmatism, Ma Huai really couldn't refuse it and accepted it calmly.

This acceptance also meant that Qiao Wan was placed under the protection of the Hall of Appearances.

He had only seen such a worried gesture on Qiao Wan, but he didn't expect to see it on Lu Cixian now.

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

All the way to the ninth floor.

Qiao Wan saw the colorful porcelain woman who fell to pieces on the ground almost at a glance.

Eyebrows, facial features, head, neck, and limbs were scattered all over the floor, and the porcelain piece with "eyes" painted on it was missing a corner, looking at the ceiling.

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

He looked up at the dozen or so people above his head.

Ma Huaizhen said, "Put them down."

Putting down the dozen or so people to work requires different psychological qualities than ordinary people. The ghost city and his party have exercised a strong heart. Qiao Wan walked forward without changing his face, and released the more than ten people.

Ma Huaizhen stacked the ten-odd people together, copied it in his hand, and continued to instruct, "Take it down."

Qiao Wan carried Ma Huaizhen on his back, and as soon as he got down to the eighth floor, he heard the man on his back want to put him down by himself.

Ma Huaizhen said, "Just put it here."

In front of him is also a statue of a bodhisattva with rich muscles and bones, sitting on a lotus platform, with slender eyebrows and fine eyes, and a graceful robe.

After putting these more than ten people in front of this Bodhisattva statue, Qiao Wan couldn't help but ask, "Senior."

"Wait." Ma Huai was really bright, and his expression didn't change.

Wait for the action of the Bodhisattva in front of you.

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

The Buddha opened his eyes.

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

In this pagoda, there is not a single Buddha, all are evil gods.

"The more sacrifices you offer." Ma Huaizhen said, "The higher the cultivation of these bodhisattvas."

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

Then go to the world.

This is of the same nature as ghosts and demons, and it becomes stronger by cannibalism.

"Someone keeps ghosts here."

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

The voice just fell, and the ugly time has come.

The offering fruits and incense ashes scattered on the stairs and the cracks of the bricks turned into minced meat, fingernails and strands of hair in the blink of an eye.

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

It was a small, shiny nail with a touch of paint.

This is the oil paint for shadow puppets.

"Here she is."

The cooking methods of each layer of human sacrifice 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 for a moment, and suddenly felt cold all over.

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

"Surely something is 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 was gone?"

Qiao Wan's eyes flashed slightly: "Chu Jiaojiao her?"

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

Chu Jiaojiao probably didn't disappear at all, but was flayed by her closest family members and confessed to the incense case.

"What?" Seeing that Qiao Wan's expression was not right, Ma Huaizhen asked, "Not reconciled?"

Although the boy did not say a word, his eyes were surprisingly bright, reflecting a burst of vigorous anger.

"Hate?"

Qiao Wan rolled her throat and said nothing.

The so-called gods and Buddhas are eating people.

Perhaps because the daughter was a virgin, or because they were reluctant to bear their son, the family personally offered their daughter to the incense case for people to sacrifice to ghosts.

When the ugly time came, the gods and Buddhas of the gods rolled their eyes and came to life again.

Ma Huaizhen not only did not change his face, but the old **** found a place to nest on the ground.

"Time is up."

Looking up at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, holding the corners of his lips, his brows and eyes were smiling, his muscles and bones were plump, and he walked down the altar.

Ma Huaizhen said: "This professional must be handed over to a professional."

Before Qiao Wan could ask, Ma Huaizhen suddenly started to count.

"one."

"two."

"three."

time up.

A pure and dignified angry shout suddenly exploded in my ears! What followed was a burst of dazzling Buddha light, and a huge golden palm print circled out.

This is, the light is endless!