As they went deeper and deeper, they entered an endless swamp. Among them, the miasma makes the population''s nose prick. Fortunately, the land in Jiangdong is cleaner than that in nanzhong. The climate is rainy and windy. These miasma can not condense for a long time and do little harm to the human body.


    Slowly, they walked into the swamp.


    The mud covered the waist early, and the touch from the feet was very strange. It felt like stepping on a slightly solid thick mud, which could slightly support your weight. But if you continue to stand still, you will slowly sink deep and be wrapped by it.


    This is a common situation in natural swamps. The east side of the river is rich in rain, so the swamp forms two layers. The upper layer has more water and low viscosity. The lower layer is composed of the remains of animals and plants. Because there are still incomplete rotten solids, this layer of mud is slightly stronger and can be walked. But if the body falls into the mud at the bottom, it is like falling into quicksand in the desert. It can''t control itself and is slowly swallowed by it.


    The bottom layer is the fatal crisis.


    The three men followed the demon monk. They didn''t dare to stop all the way. If they had nothing to do, they would take more small steps to prevent their feet from being swallowed up by the mud at the bottom.


    "Eminent monk, there are wild mountains everywhere. Do you have to come to this ghost place to do business?" Zuo bieyun couldn''t stand it and said with a temper.


    How can he say that he is also the little overlord of Jiangdong. He is a well-known Mesozoic expert in Jiangdong Wulin. He lives smoothly on weekdays. He is also respected by the king of Wu at the king''s residence and is regarded as a guest of honor. Who on Jiangdong Road doesn''t respect him as brother overlord? Now I''m suffering here, making my whole body dirty and sticky, and smelling of smelly puddles. It''s impossible not to be angry. I can''t help complaining about Weng Gong''s arrangement.


    "It''s good here..." the bent demon monk was short and hunchbacked, so the mud covered his chest, but he was still calm and took the lead, and didn''t even respond.


    "What''s good?"


    "Here we are." the bent demon monk stood back, folded his hands on his chest, squinted and announced the Buddha''s name, "Amitabha, the poor monk cicada Ming King Kong, and several other companions of the poor monk are flat eyed King Kong, ape Sheng King Kong and Lian Guan King Kong."


    Hearing the speech, the three quickly looked around. There were several trees that would not wither next to the swamp. The three figures showed their shapes from the trunk in three directions.


    In the south, a person''s face was blurred, and his facial features seemed to have been wiped with a rag when he was just born. It was very flat. A tall man in the East, with thick hair on his face, looked ferocious. A man in the west looks ordinary, just a little obscene. All three of them wore the same robes as cicada Ming King Kong, but the robes were sloppy and very shabby.


    Before the brow thousand laughter just saw cicada Jinggang, still in the bottom of the heart vomit slot each other not to make complaints about health, clothes are dressed more dirty than him. Now in this situation, he feels that he is really unkind to himself and compares himself with them? Compared with them, I''m a high-level cleanliness Mania! Nima, they can live in such a ghost place. Only when their clothes are clean can there be ghosts! When I was most untidy, I had some dirt on my body at most. I''m afraid you can rub out a wall by taking a bath in the bathhouse!


    These guys are shameless enough. A few scum who are neither human nor ghost give themselves the nickname of "King Kong" and insult Buddhism.


    Eyebrow thousand smile faintly detected a trace of strangeness.


    The faces of the four evil monks were different from ordinary people, but they were suffused with a faint blue light, showing the color of the lunar calendar.


    Zuo bieyun is an expert of a famous and decent sect. In the face of evil and heresy, he has his own superior spirit. Even though he knows that these people are arranged by Weng Gong, he still despises the four evil monks from the bottom of his heart.


    At this time, he saw that he had brought Li Mengyao and Mei qianxiao to his goal. The task had been completed. He was very impatient with the ghost place. He couldn''t bear it. He took a few steps to negotiate with cicada Ming King Kong and planned to finish the last play quickly.


    "Here comes the goods, money..."


    "Money? Of course not..."


    Cicada Ming, King Kong''s indifferent expression suddenly grinned, and his folded palm turned into a hand. The palm was claw like, like a dragon out to sea. It hit Zuo bieyun''s chest suddenly. Five skinny fingers pierced out from behind him and burst out five blood arrows!


    Zuo bieyun always thought that he and the demon monk were the same people. He didn''t expect to be plotted by his own people. He was caught unprepared. The blood from his chest gushed out of his mouth. He couldn''t put a channel: "wait... Wait, you shouldn''t shoot me. We are one..."


    "I know, I know..." cicada Ming King Kong brushed his other hand up quickly, like a big iron pliers holding Zuo bieyun''s jaw, breaking his words to prevent him from revealing his secret. He sneered and said, "this is what Weng Gong means. How can they enter the urn if you don''t die? King Wu said, thank you for making such sacrifices for him..."


    In his words, Zuo bieyun felt a chill coming from the ghost claws running through his chest, like a snowstorm on the top of the snow, raging madly in his internal organs, and the nests and eggs were destroyed. Zuo bieyun''s face turned pale, and even white frost appeared on the ends of his eyelashes and hair.


    Cicada Ming King Kong''s thin body seemed to be excited by Zuo bieyun''s ferocity and fear. He pressed it on the mud with a slightly trembling hand and watched him slowly swallowed up by the mud and sink into the swamp: "didn''t you ask why you want to do business in this ghost place just now? Because it''s convenient here. There''s no need to take care of killing and throwing corpses... Hey, hey..."


    Li Mengyao and Mei qianxiao were stunned. Zuo bieyun sank into the mire and didn''t react.


    First, the other party moved too fast. Second, they didn''t expect Zuo bieyun to die like that. Inexplicably, they walked in front of others and gave him meow, totally unprepared!


    Brother, even if it''s an ordinary business, you have a little vigilance! Besides, these people are still notorious for killing people without blinking their eyes. You seem to know each other very well. Don''t you want to die!


    Jiangdong bully just hung up! Before, Lord Wu''s residence was not always boasting that you were one of the important representatives of the experts they recruited. Would you die a little too cowardly! At least three rounds, let me run for my life!


    According to the original plan, if the other party''s level is average, take it immediately; If the level is not average, wait until the transaction is almost completed and the other party is relaxed.


    As a result, things developed and changed too quickly. They didn''t think they would encounter the situation of black eating black, but they didn''t think they would die an important combat power at the beginning!


    Li Mengyao shouted angrily, "arrogant evil thief! Li Mengyao, the royal guards, is here. Don''t you arrest him immediately!"


    Although knowing that it was as useless as the police shouting "stop!" to the robbers, Mei qianxiao still gave Li Mengyao''s charming look.


    "People from the imperial court? It seems that we have been so high-profile recently that we have been targeted by people from the public school. Amitabha."


    Cicada Ming, Zuo bieyun in front of King Kong has fallen into the swamp and disappeared without a trace. He folded his hands and recited the Buddha''s name as if nothing had happened.


    "It''s not high-profile to dare to play the idea of nine colored glass beads, a royal treasure!"


    Li Mengyao threw off his cloak, took out the embroidered spring knife from his waist, and his wrist shook slightly. Suddenly, the silver was bright and clean, and a mass of light and fog was scattered in the gloom, like a white lotus in full bloom.


    Li Mengyao warmed up with a wonderful knife flower, which made the four evil monks play the color of easy freehand brushwork, with a heavy look on their eyebrows.


    "King''s national treasure? Joke!" cicada Jingang despised the way. "These nine colored glass beads are cracked in the mountains after the Cold Spring Temple. They clearly absorb the water from the cold springs and the essence of the heaven and earth. This is the treasure of our cold spring temple. What''s the problem?"


    "Yes, the nine colored glazed beads came from the place of Hanquan temple, but the host of Hanquan Temple presented the beads to the Empress Dowager at that time to help him pray for the world! If you gave them to the empress dowager, it belongs to the royal family!"


    What has the final say of the Cold Spring Temple is the "Cold Spring Temple" is what we have done. What we said before is what we do not care about. Now the Cold Spring Temple is the final word for us. So the nine colored glass beads should be our things!