Volume 1: The Jianghu is the main thing, who is the guest? Chapter 3: Clavicle Ecstasy Heavenly Buddha Scroll
Nightfall.
Outside the pavilion, under the alluring night sky, a wooden boat was vaguely swaying on the lake, with a solitary lamp hanging on the bow, casting a hazy and blurred light in the mist and rain.
Li Muchan sat on the ground, staring into the rain in a daze, then looked at Dao Twelve's body.
Within a day, the body began to emit a disgusting stench.
Knives were already prepared on the side, and the corpse's clothes had been stripped off. There was a shocking big dent in the pale chest, with bones exposed and a horrifying purple color.
internal injury.
I think he was injured by a heavy palm that carried powerful internal force.
Li Muchan blocked his nostrils with a cloth strip and his eyes were shaking. Although he had been here for a long time, he still knew very little about the so-called martial arts.
Once upon a time, he also visited some sects in the martial arts world, thinking that he was the destined protagonist, a person with great luck, and he would definitely have some adventures; or he would meet a master, and then get some pointers, and accidentally enter some ancient cave, and achieve miraculous success. The result... was all bullshit.
The plots in those novels are nothing but imagination.
He is over 20 years old and his physical fitness has been formed. Even if he practices martial arts, it may be difficult for him to achieve great success. Unless there are unexpected events, this will most likely be the life he will live, and at best he will be a little wealthy.
But Li Muchan never cared about money. He earned his fortune just to search for elixirs in the world so that he could rebuild his muscles and practice martial arts.
Without martial arts skills, the more money you have, the faster .
He had cherished himself until now, but he didn't expect to be involved in the two most terrifying forces in the world.
Qinglong Society.
Demonic cult.
The former is the one that runs rampant in the Central Plains martial arts world and is the oldest, most mysterious, and most terrifying existence in the world; the latter is a terrorist force that dominates the world, is invincible in the West, and even the countries in the Western Regions are terrified of it.
In this world, Li Xunhuan, the master of the flying dagger, has long disappeared.
The "Golden Money Gang" that once dominated the martial arts world has now become a thing of the past.
The flying swordsman hid in the mountains.
Jing Wuming disappeared without a trace.
But it doesn't mean that this world is no longer exciting.
On the contrary, the martial arts world was in turmoil, with masters emerging one after another, one after another taking the stage, but there was no place for Li Muchan to settle down.
Li Muchan clenched his fists, clasped his ten fingers into his palms, and his eyes became gloomy, like two drops of thick ink that could not be dispersed, hidden in the shadow of the lamp.
He tried almost every way to get ahead and tried every possible means, but unfortunately nothing worked.
But now God is playing a huge joke on him.
More importantly, Li Muchan had already seen this man, this Knife Twelve.
Half a month ago, just like the rain before his eyes, he met this person in a bamboo pavilion outside Luoyang City.
At that time, he was disheartened and wanted to find a deserted place to end it all, or choose a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to end his dream of being a martial artist. Unexpectedly, he met someone who looked exactly like him.
When they saw each other, they were stunned for a moment, then went from shock to surprise, and finally smiled at each other.
The two of them did not talk to each other, but just looked at the rain and sighed, each with their own thoughts.
But before Dao Twelve left, he told him to come to the "Buddha Temple" ten miles west of the city at night half a month later, and said he wanted to give him something.
Li Muchan was still confused at first, but perhaps out of curiosity, he kept an eye on the time. But he never expected that when he arrived as scheduled, this would be the result.
Could it be that what the other party wanted to give him was his own identity?
After his eyes changed for a long time, Li Muchan stood up and walked to the corpse, looking at it carefully.
He was no stranger to death, and had even seen deaths even more tragic than this.
There were 57 external injuries on his body, 9 of which were new, a bloody wound on his abdomen, and eight bloody holes on his back, suspected to be caused by hidden weapons; there were 48 old wounds, which were caused by sharp weapons, of varying lengths and depths; there was a flower tattoo on his back, and copper rings made by craftsmen from the Western Regions on his ears. His cheeks were sharp, and there was a narrow knife wound hidden in the right corner of his eyebrow. He had a well-proportioned body, unusually long arms, and calluses on the knuckles of his hands...
His eyes wandered around, and as he got closer to the lantern, Li Muchan began to pay attention to the details on the corpse.
But when his eyes swept over the flower embroidery, his expression suddenly changed.
As the light shone on him, he shifted his sight and saw that the originally flat skin and flesh actually had a very subtle outline with neat edges, as if something was hidden.
He carefully felt the piece of flower embroidery again and found that there was actually a long and narrow wound in it. It was extremely tiny and the stitches were very clever. It was also covered by the flower embroidery and was difficult to detect.
It is true.
Li Muchan let out a breath, his eyes complicated. It seemed that the other party had made arrangements in advance.
But what kind of reason can make a person risk his own life?
He did not rush to take out the things hidden under the flesh, but examined the body carefully again. Only when he was sure that nothing was missing did he take a knife from the side and, hesitantly, cut open the chest and abdomen of the body.
A strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of internal organs instantly hit my face.
Li Muchan's face turned green. He steady his shaking hands and pursed his lips tightly. After the incision was opened little by little, he sat down on the ground as if all his strength was lost.
Looking closely, he saw that Dao Twelve's internal organs were mostly damaged, with his heart and lungs being the most seriously injured. There was a clear palm mark on them, oozing with blood.
"What a terrifying internal energy."
It was the first time for him to face the shock brought by a martial arts master.
However, no matter how tightly Li Muchan blocked his nose, he could still feel his stomach churning wildly and his stomach was churning.
But when his eyes swept over, his gaze suddenly fixed, staring straight at the kidney exposed in the air.
Li Muchan's hands were trembling as he carefully cut out the kidney.
Because there was an ugly tumor on it.
I see.
Li Muchan watched in silence, and his doubts were suddenly resolved. It turned out that he had contracted a fatal disease, and his condition must have reached a point where it was difficult to control. Even if he didn't die in the temple, he would probably not live for a few more days.
This person clearly wanted to die.
Thinking of this, Li Muchan finally took action to take out the thing that Dao Twelve had hidden in his flesh.
The tip of the knife lightly picked up the wound, leaving a bloody wound under the flesh, and the things inside were carefully taken out by Li Muchan.
It turned out to be a piece of white silk of strange texture, stained with blood, with tiny characters outlined in gold thread.
In the light, Li Muchan took a quick glance, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyebrows twitched, and his right hand quickly tightened as if he had been electrocuted, as if he was afraid that the thing would fly away.
He calmed down and paid attention to the movements around him. Then he took a deep breath and spread out the blood-red silk bit by bit.
"In the old temple to the west of the city, under the seat of the Bodhisattva, there is a volume of 'Luofu Secret Records', which contains the whereabouts of 'The Soul-Stirring Heavenly Buddha Volume' written by the extraordinary man Zhiyan Langjun hundreds of years ago. If you want to get this book, you should bow three times and kowtow nine times before the Buddha, and become my eight-fold sworn brother. If I have any feelings in my afterlife, I will offer it to you."
"The Soul-Stirring Heavenly Buddha Scroll of the Clavicle?"
Li Muchan's eyes slowly opened wide, and his originally pale face suddenly had an abnormal flush.
He turned his head and looked at Dao Twelve's dull and lifeless eyes.
This person may have another important task. As for what the task is, I think it will be published together with the "Luofu Secret Records".
How dare you trust someone you just met once?
Li Muchan's eyes were flaming like fire, his breathing gradually slowed down, then he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling rapidly, as if he was weighing the pros and cons, and the white silk in his hand was also tightly clenched.
His greatest achievement over the years was learning how to cherish himself and protect himself. He did not resist when his property was taken away, nor did he argue when he was humiliated. When he was framed, he simply tried to escape from the disaster and never thought of revenge.
But now...
Li Muchan suddenly opened his lips and let out a long breath; it was a breath of torment that had been pent up in his heart for years, unable to express his will, unable to realize his ambitions, and being restrained and unable to feel happy.
He opened his eyes, the fiery light in his eyes seemed to be rising, and he looked at the corpse in front of him and murmured: "Well, the situation has come to this point, there is no way back... Well, from now on, you and I are sworn brothers, no matter what you ask, as long as I, Li Muchan, am not dead, I will do whatever you wish for, even if it means going to heaven or hell."
After a pause, Li Muchan took another deep breath, his eyes shining brightly. He closed Dao Twelve's eyes and whispered, "If I am lucky enough to reach the top one day, I will avenge you today!!"
boom!
There was a loud thunder outside the window, wind and rain came in, and all the lights went out.
