The aroma of red sandalwood permeated the entire meditation room.

I sat on the futon, but they still didn't let Murong Xiaoxiao in, after all, she was also considered to be insulting to Buddhism, of course, the little monk apologized to her, otherwise with her temper, how could she be so easily convinced.

It was too bad for me, and Hyun Ji sat right in front of me, and he hadn't been alone with him for a long time.

There was also Ling Blade before, and you can use the conversation with Ling Blade to avoid intersecting with him.

I understand love, love begins with desire, and love is loyal to emotion.

Even I would be influenced by this passionate revolutionary emotion, and I would yearn for this life.

And the relationship between me and Xuanzhi, the deteriorating love, is like a falling flower after the rain, rotten beauty, even if it is ugly and stinky, I can't bear to step on it, it is such an embarrassing existence.

The smoke of sandalwood slowly rose, as if a light veil was covering Hyun Ji's handsome face.

"I understand the situation. Xuan Zhi said this, and the slender Yanmei kept hanging down, not making eye contact with me: "Falling into the mad and angry state of the beast, and at the same time increasing the strength several times, I'm sorry, as far as I know, this is not Shaolin kung fu." ”

After I heard it, I was very disappointed but very strange, it would not be wrong for Muzui to let me come to Shaolin.

"However, Ling Jian was very close to an uncle during his time in Shaolin, and Taizu Demon Suppression Fist was taught by him. ”

"Elder Shui Qing?" I heard Ling Jian mention this person, the senior brother of Abbot Mu Qing, and his strength is also a strong man in the same class as Abbot Mu Qing.

"Elder Shui Qing lives in a nursing home at the bottom of the mountain for health reasons, and I can write the address to the donor. ”

A good sentence "donor". Like a sharp knife, can't a widow like me escape such a wound?

Xuanzhi had slender fingers, twisted a brush and wrote on rice paper.

The words written are sharp and powerful, and they have the agility of an ancient style.

He handed me the paper, his eyebrows lowered, and he didn't look at me.

I don't blame him anymore, I know and love him. I know even more than he does.

Maybe he won't continue to be tormented by this matter if he says this, but I can't do such a logical speech and act, the light smoke in front of me separates us, maybe the love of revolution is so illogical, even if it is a degraded love.

I took the note and stood up, looked at him, and couldn't say anything else.

Standing up, he walked to the door, and glanced back at Hyun Chi, who was bumping into his dodging eyes.

"I'm fine. ”

I don't know why I said this, Xuan Zhi just bowed his head respectfully.

I walked out of the temple gate, Murong Xiaoxiao was still squatting at the door sullenly, and when she saw me coming, she immediately stood up and began to complain.

Complaining all the way until we arrived at the nursing home that Hyun Chi said.

The facilities of the nursing home in the village are very strange, not like a regular nursing home, but like a hospital.

We were received by a nurse named Xiaolu, a baby-faced girl with some yellowish and rough skin. It seems that he usually doesn't take care of himself, and he has a simple ball head.

"You're the nurse who takes care of Shuiqing?"

"I take care of a lot of old people, and Elder Shui Qing is indeed one of them. Xiao Lu said as he rubbed his earlobes with both hands.

"Is he okay?"

"Elder Shui Qing is a martial arts practitioner, and his body is still very strong, but his brain may not be very clear, and his memory is not very good. “

"It's great. Murong Xiaoxiao said in a complaining tone, the old man with a bad memory may not be able to help us.

"Was this a hospital before?" I asked Xiaolu, interrupting Murong Xiaoxiao's complaint.

"Well, it used to be a madhouse, a local young man went abroad to study, he studied the psychiatric room, came back to build his hometown, set up a madhouse, and then it couldn't be opened, so it was changed to a nursing home. ”

"It's terrifying. Murong Xiaoxiao said.

"Madhouse. ”

Just hearing it makes my heart go a little hairy.

Before the conversation could continue, a little girl with short hair jumped out of the corner and hugged Xiaolu's leg.

"Ah, this is my daughter Fangfang. ”

"Hello, Fangfang. ”

Murong Xiaoxiao leaned down and greeted Fangfang gently, she was not alone at all from the one who made a big fuss in Shaolin before.

The path led us to the door of the watery house.

Maybe it's an advertisement for a nursing home, with a picture of a smiling old man posted on every door.

The path pushed open the door, and an old man sat in a rocking chair with his back to us.

"Xiaoshi, is that you?"

The old man's voice was hoarse and at the same time a little sly.

"Elder Shuiqing. ”

I called his name.

Shui Qing slowly turned around.

The eye sockets are sunken and wrinkled, and there is a faint scent of red sandalwood on the body, which I remember everywhere in the Shaolin Temple.

"Elder Shui Qing, I am Lu Min, the leader of the seventh group of the Martial Arts Administration. ”

"Martial arts ........," Shui Qing said slowly, word by word.

"Martial Arts Administration. I repeated.

"Ah, the Martial Arts Administration, I know I know, I still remember the way this organization was established, oh, and Zongshan, we had a good relationship at that time, is he okay now?"

"Sir, we are here for, for the sake of the blade. ”

Murong Xiaoxiao leaned over and said.

Murong Xiaoxiao, who is delicate on weekdays, is still very gentle when facing the elderly and children.

"Ling Blade?" Shui Qing thought for a while: "Ah, Ling Blade, I remember him, the son of the Demon Sect Master, I remember that I remember, but later, he was driven out of Shaolin." ”

"In addition to teaching him the Taizu Demon Suppression Fist, have you taught him any other kung fu? ”

Murong Xiaoxiao asked, looking a little anxious.

"What are you talking about? I think I've only taught ........."

"Wait. I suddenly remembered something: "He was kicked out of Shaolin." ”

I knew that Ling Blade had left Shaolin, but I didn't know that he had been kicked out.

"He also had another junior of the Xuanzi generation, and at that time, he didn't know what was going on, they ....... They inadvertently fell under the Rock of Repentance, you know? were trapped there for three days....... But at the same time, they were also driven out of Shaolin because they entered the forbidden land. ”

"Wait, trapped for three days?"

"What's wrong?" Murong Xiaoxiao was surprised by my reaction.

Shaolin abbot must learn several stunts after becoming an abbot, including the Prajnapara Heart Sutra, the reason why Xuan Zhi is the acting abbot and not the official abbot must be because he has not learned the Prajnapara Heart Sutra, because learning the Prajnapara Heart Sutra requires abandoning all his dark side on the confession rock, which is still too difficult for Xuan Zhi, and under the confession rock is the dark side abandoned by the abbots of the past dynasties, these abbot-level powerhouses, the dark side also contains energy, they were trapped under the confession rock full of powerful dark side for three days, and they did not eat for three days, why is thisWhat did they eat? The dark side of the abbots of the ages.

The evil abandoned by so many strong people can explain everything, explaining the violent state and the sudden increase in strength.

I know where to go.