Chapter 226 Eighteen Arhats and Eighteen Incense

This person is ordinary, and his whole body's clothes add up to only three pieces of silver, but when Bai Choufei saw this person, he couldn't help shrinking back.

He didn't look at what this person looked like. He didn't look at the height of this person. Except for this person's hand, Bai Choufei didn't see anything.

Bai Choufei is a man with a knife. His hands are clean enough and tidy enough. Like countless swordsman swordsmen, he will never allow anything to prevent him from swinging his knife.

It's just that when he saw this person's hand, he actually wanted to vomit, clean and clean.

His hands seem to be almost transparent, with cyan blood vessels and pale nails. A kind of almost dead cleanliness.

This person's hands are very clean, but others don't seem to match well. He sat directly in front of Bai Choufei and looked at Bai Choufei seriously.

Bai Choufei did not move, not because he was afraid, but because this person's martial arts skills were also terrible.

This man looked at Bai Choufei under the lantern for a long time before frowning and asking him, "Why aren't you dead?"

Bai Choufei asked seriously, "Why should I die?"

This is a simple question, but this simple question made this person think for a long time before answering: "Everyone is dead, how can you not die?"

Bai Choufei frowned. He knew that no matter what it was, as long as it was studied to a certain extent, it would definitely go crazy. There was no doubt that this person was already a madman. Don't make a madman angry.

"I don't know. If you gave the poison, can't you see if I'm poisoned?" Bai Choufei thought for a moment and then looked at this person's mouth. He knew that he must use simple words, because this person was afraid that he could no longer understand complicated things.

He dares not provoke a person who can poison everyone around him at all. At least he knows that none of the people he knows can kill the 75 people without any wounds. Poison is also a means!

And most importantly, there is absolutely no reason for such a madman to do things. It's no different for you to bother him and hit the stone yourself.

"You are not poisoned. It's just that how can you not be poisoned? This man looked at Bai Choufei, and there was nothing special about Bai Choufei.

"Open your mouth and show me." This man suddenly opened his mouth.

Bai Chou opened his mouth.

The man nodded with a smile after watching it for a while: "You are really not poisoned. I know why I'm not poisoned."

After saying that, the man seemed to leave directly, but Bai Choufei had no brain at all, and he didn't even dare to stop him.

But there are some things you should do, no matter what is in front of you, you have to do it.

Bai Chou got up and stopped in front of this man. Looking at him, he slowly said, "Who are you?"

"My name is Gui Xiangyang." This man answered seriously.

"Did you give the poison of the people around me?" Bai Choufei's hand did not hold the handle of the knife. But there is already a murder in his eyes.

"Yes." This man didn't seem to care at all: "Do you want to kill me?"

Bai Choufei nodded.

This person also nodded: "You shouldn't kill me."

"Why?"

"Because I killed 800 more people." Gui Xiangyang's eyes moved, and he spoke a little faster. It seemed that it was not until this time that his head began to be active. He looked at Bai Chou and smiled, "In this small town, there were more than 800 people, but now none of them are gone."

Bai Choufei is a little speechless.

He can deal with dozens of people, but as long as it is established, there is nothing he can do but escape. If the people around him are still there, he can still rush. If he is alone, he will face more than 800 people face to face. If he rushes again, I'm afraid he has no other choice but to die.

Bai Choufei has made way, but Gui Xiangyang didn't want to leave. He sat down again and looked at Bai Choufei: "I haven't spoken for a long time. Will you talk to me?"

Bai Choufei nodded. What can he do except nod? If this is reality, it's really endless, but this is a game. If you die, you just come again.

He is not a good thing in the first place.

"Have you heard that there is a kind of poison called Eighteen Arhats?" Gui Xiangyang looked at Bai Choufei and asked.

Bai Choufei's face changed dramatically. He resisted the idea of escaping and nodded to the ghost Xiangyang. He knew it without looking at it. His face must be ugly, and it was hard to see that he was going to die!

He is not poisoned, but he would rather be poisoned now!

Gui Xiangyang smiled and said, "Are you afraid?"

"Yes." Bai Choufei replied.

"You said."

"Fifty years ago, Puji, the younger brother of the head of Shaolin, betrayed Shaolin and dodged the pursuit of Shaolin. He hid in an unknown place for 20 years. Thirty years ago, Puji returned to Shaolin. At the trial of many leaders, he poisoned 18 leaders with 18 arhats, and even the head of Shaolin at that time could not escape the poison." Bai Choufei found that his mouth was a little dry. He didn't go on, because I'm afraid everyone in the world knows about this matter.

Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, Emei, Kunlun and other 18 sects have been tracking down this poison in the past 30 years.

This is a kind of poison, but no matter who gets this poison, he will be rich immediately, and then there is no place to die!

Gui Xiangyang shook his head with a smile: "Do you know why Puji betrayed Shaolin?"

Bai Choufei doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know.

"Because Puji believes that the reason why Buddhism can't help the world is that it is blocked by other sects. He believes that Shaolin should integrate all other sects into Shaolin. Gui Xiangyang sneered: "He is simply crazy. No, he is really crazy. No one can convince a madman, not to mention his martial arts and Buddhism are not inferior to his brother at all.

Bai Choufei smiled bitterly. What does he know about this kind of thing? But at this time, what can he do besides listening?

"After that, he betrayed Shaolin and assassinated the head of several sects 17 times in three years. Later, even a madman like him could only admit that none of these leaders' martial arts were below him, and he even suffered internal injuries so many times. There is only one way to die. He is a madman who doesn't care about life and death, but he is not a fool who is willing to die for nothing. Gui Xiangyang's face was already vicious: "Do you know what he did next?"

"What did he do?" Bai Choufei answered. He dared not answer. Looking at the ghost's eyes, he seemed to see a vicious ghost.

"He hid in an unknown place, robbed the woman, and let the woman have children for him." The viciousness in the ghost's eyes even made the lights change a little.

"If you think that he wants to raise some children to continue to do what he has not done before he dies, then you are simply too kind. How can a person like him trust others? How can a child born by a person like him be trustworthy? Gui Xiangyang sneered: "The Shaolin Tibetan Sutra Pavilion was originally guarded by him. In those years, there was a very vicious poison in the book he read. This poison should use the blood of eighteen his own sons with 18 herbs, and then use his father's own life roots as a medicine."

"As long as this poison is won, no one can solve it!" Gui Xiangyang looked up and said, "Those women who were robbed by him, and the brothers I didn't pass, died under him!"

Gui Xiangyang didn't say anything, and Bai Choufei couldn't open his mouth. What a conscienceless person can do such a conscienceless thing!

"After 17 years, he finally got 18 copies of the medicine. Coupled with his own medicine, the poison finally became great. He tied himself to Shaolin and proposed to be tried by the head of the eighteen families. The head of Shaolin did not allow it, but he had made arrangements before he went up the mountain, and the leaders of the eighteen families gathered in Shaolin. Gui Xiangyang sneered: "Although the Shaolin leader knew that he was crazy, he couldn't believe that he could do such a thing!"

"He poisoned him during the public trial. Eighteen leaders, the worst of martial arts exceeded 30 points, and the Shaolin leader with the best martial arts only lasted for an hour." Ghost Xiangyang sneered: "Unfortunately, before he committed suicide on the scene, he actually made wild words, saying that Shaolin would merge all their sects into Shaolin after the death of these leaders."

"He was really crazy. After that, Shaolin was almost depressed. Over the past 30 years, Shaolin has been suppressed by other sects. What he did was not only meaningless, but also almost destroyed Shaolin. Gui Xiangyang finished speaking in one breath, and then breathed.

Bai Choufei looked at him and didn't say anything. He didn't know what Gui Xiangyang meant by saying this.

The ghost sighed to Yang: "He certainly doesn't know that one of his sons has survived. Although I'm not as talented as him, I don't have the ability to read classics in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. But after all, I am also his son, bleeding his blood.

Bai Choufei's whole body was cold. This was night, but what he heard was definitely not a ghost story, which was more frightening than a ghost story.

"What do you want to do?" Bai Choufei asked him word by word.

Gui Xiangyang did not answer. He didn't seem to hear himself: "In the past 30 years, I have also been studying poisons. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that no one can do it again. I can't do it either. I can only find another way. Fortunately, I didn't match the Eighteen Arhats, but the Eighteen Incenses.

"Eighteen fragrances?" Bai Choufei frowned.

"It's just eighteen kinds of medicine, plus a kind of medicine." Gui Xiangyang smiled and said, "Although this eighteen incense is not as powerful as eighteen arhats, it is much wider than eighteen arhats."

"Since he wants Shaolin to become the only sect in the world, how about I let Shaolin destroy it?" The ghost sneered at the sun.

The night of laughter seems to be a ghost crying.

"What do you think?" At this time, Gui Xiangyang looked at Bai Choufei.

Bai Choufei didn't know why he asked himself. He just shook his head: "You can't do it."

Gui Xiangyang frowned: "Why?"

"Because this is a world, you can look for death, but if you want to die in a place where you want to die, martial arts is the foundation." Bai Choufei looked at him seriously: "Puji was able to do that in those years, not because of his poison, but because of his martial arts. In 17 years, even if he did not study poisons, the 18 leaders could kill at least half of them."

"With your martial arts skills, you can't go to Shaolin at all." Bai Choufei looked at him and slowly held the handle of the knife: "And, I won't let you out of this place!"

The ghost is silent. He looked at Bai Chou Fei drawing a knife, but he didn't say anything.

Bai Chou Fei drew a knife......