Poetry said

looks dirty and not boastful, and is born with no end to debauchery.

The god-level fast son-in-law is sick and has read all the women in the world.

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Winter night, Myron Mountain Scenic Area.

The weather is unusually cold, the majestic and magnificent Myron Temple is full of green smoke, the bells are melodious, and on the diagonal opposite of the Myron Temple, is the Myron Mountain Playground, which is even more deserted and silent at this time.

At the gate of the playground, Lao Zhangtou got up early, pushed a trolley, and was sweeping a thin layer of snow that fell in the middle of the night. The sound of brushing is like the sound of street watchwork in ancient times, adding a bit of vitality to the silent night.

Suddenly, a dazzling light shone from the corner of a pine and cypress in the middle of the mountain, and immediately after, a mighty white off-road car sped past the gate of the playground with the roar of a huge engine.

It's extremely fast.

The old man was startled, and said in his heart, "Wow! What kind of car is this, it's the same as a tank." ”

Following the prestige, I saw the car stop abruptly next to a muck pile in the distance, and after a few seconds, it rumbled away and disappeared in an instant.

Through the dim street lamp, Lao Zhangtou saw that there seemed to be an extra thing in the place where he had parked just now, and it was dark and he couldn't see clearly.

He was a little curious, so he walked over with a broom, and when he came to see it, it turned out to be a sack, and there seemed to be something in it.

He pushed it with his broom, and it felt heavy, and then he kicked it again, and it was soft.

"Huh...... It seems that there is someone inside. ”

Lao Zhang was startled, hurriedly dropped the broom, squatted down to untie the bag, only to see a bloody man in the sack, the bloody man's eyes were round, his mouth was open, his snow-white teeth were exposed, and he looked at the front fixedly, looking very terrifying.

Old Zhang Tou was so frightened that his legs were weak, he sat down on the ground, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, standing up tremblingly, and touching his mobile phone from his arms in a panic, he wanted to call his son.

Suddenly a voice came from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that the person in the sack was slowly crawling out.

It turned out that he was still alive, and the kind old Zhang Tou was in a relaxed mood all of a sudden, and when he saw him staggering to his feet, the old Zhang Tou was afraid that he would fall, so he hurriedly went over to support him.

"Go away, I don't need help. ”

The man roared, shook Lao Zhangtou away, and wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, and Lao Zhangtou seemed to smell a faint smell of wine.

This rub, the face showed its true face, although it was very swollen, but through the light, Lao Zhangtou saw that it was a young man about twenty years old.

"Are you alright, young man?"

The boy did not answer his question, and walked forward step by step in the biting cold, his hair disheveled, and a navy blue trench coat unbuttoned, and a long shadow dragging on the ground under the light of the street lamp.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stood on his feet, stretched out his arms to prop himself in the air, and roared angrily towards the sky: "Yi Nantian...... You bastard, you actually betrayed me, I Nangong Shi...... I won't spare you......"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and remained motionless......

"Hey, hey...... Lad...... I can't sleep here!"

Lao Zhangtou rushed forward, shaking and shouting, but the young man named Nangong Shi did not react.

"On such a cold day, people will freeze to death...... What to do?"

Lao Zhangtou was in a hurry, but he heard someone behind him chanting the Buddha's words: "Amitabha, good, good!"

Lao Zhangtou stood up and turned around to see that it was Master Zhixiang, the abbot of Myron Temple, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Master, you came just in time, he was abandoned by a passing car, I don't know what to do?"

Melon Temple is a century-old ancient temple, the temple is majestic, covers a large area, there are thirty or forty monks in it, the incense is very prosperous, it is a pearl of the Myron Mountain Scenic Area.

"The old man also saw the scene just now, and it may have been deliberately done by his enemies. ”

"Enemies?

"The old man is also guessing, the donor doesn't have to take it seriously. ”

Master Zhixiang squatted down as he spoke, cut Nangong Shi's pulse, and said in surprise, "How can this be?"

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Quick, carry him to the temple. ”

Lao Zhangtou agreed, pushed his cart over, and pulled Nangong Shi to Meilong Temple with Master Zhixiang, went to a warm meditation room, and helped him sit on the wooden couch.

Looking closely under the lamp, Nangong Shi almost seemed to be stained with blood, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his nose and mouth were crooked, he was seriously injured, and he was miserable.

Master Zhixiang examined it in detail, then sat down behind Nangong Shi, put his palms together, and infused waves of righteous qi from Nangong Shi's back, and took out a pill from the Dan bottle on the table and fed him into his stomach, before gently putting him down and sleeping on the wooden couch.

"Amitabha! He was so badly injured that his meridians were almost broken, and his internal organs were damaged...... What a sin this is to be so cruel to this kind of hatred!"

Old Zhang Tou said beside him: "Yes, this face is swollen like a bun, I guess he doesn't know his own mother anymore." ”

"It's weird...... Judging from his pulse, this is the pulse of the third-level 'house leakage', it stands to reason that it is no longer good, why can he still stand up and walk a few steps by himself just now, and he can still roar loudly?"

Master Zhixiang said puzzledly, as if he was talking to himself.

"Master, what is a leak in the house? I'm afraid it's back to light, right?"

"The so-called house leakage means that the rain outside has stopped, and the house is still ticking, but it is just giving people the illusion of rain, as for the third level, it means that even the house is leaking is not about to be, and life is at the end. As for the return to the light, of course, it is not even better, because despite this, his body is not going to be cold, on the contrary, it is getting hotter and hotter. It's so strange, it's so strange, it's so strange......"

Old Zhang Tou was also very surprised, and hurriedly said: "Do you want to send it to the hospital quickly?"

"No, he took my pills, and he will be fine now, and the hospital can't do anything about his symptoms, so I'll talk about it when he wakes up. ”

Master Zhixiang is more than 80 years old, when he was young in Shaolin Temple Dharma Temple as the abbot, he practiced a good kung fu, and he was quite familiar with medicine, he was old enough to be the abbot of this Melon Temple, under his abbot, the incense of Mylon Temple was very prosperous, and he also became a highly respected generation of monks, very respected by the world.

When Lao Zhangtou was young, he was the captain of the production team, and he had some knowledge, so he naturally would not doubt what the monk said, and when he saw that this young man was not in danger, he put his mind at ease, but Master Zhixiang's face was always solemn, and he looked at Nangong Shi in detail, feeling that the master had something on his mind.

Then he asked puzzledly, "Master, is there any situation?"

"Judging from his muscles and bones, he is a martial arts practitioner, his body is very strong, although the injury is so serious, his desire to survive is very strong, so that his physical functions are not only not dead, but are recovering quickly...... No, that explanation seems too far-fetched...... Does he have the ability to heal himself in an instant?"

As he spoke, Master Zhixiang took Nangong Shi's pulse again, came over and sat in the rattan chair, and said in surprise: "Amitabha, that's right, his body is recovering at a rapid pace, and he is recovering at a rapid pace, which is really something that has not been encountered in a hundred years." ”

"Wow, is this so powerful?" Old Zhang Tou was also surprised, and said, "Then who will he be?"

Master Zhixiang was silent for a while and then said: "This is really unpredictable, if it is a good person, it is the salvation King Kong, the invincible god of war." If it's a bad guy, when it's a poisonous dragon, it will turn the world upside down. ”

"This boy has suffered from this misfortune, and my old man would rather believe that he is a good boy. ”

"I hope it will be as the donor said. ”

At this time, a little monk came in from outside, it was Huiming, a disciple of Zhixiang, who was in his thirties, and asked:

"Master, who is this!"

"The self-proclaimed Nangong Shi was abandoned on the mountain road, he was seriously injured, and he was afraid that he would freeze to death, so the master and the benefactor carried him in. ”

"Nangong Shi?" Hui Ming was stunned when he heard this, went over to identify it carefully, turned around and exclaimed:

"Master, he's a little tyrannosaurus!"

"Who is the little tyrannosaurus?"

Master Zhixiang didn't seem to remember, and asked again.

"Little Tyrannosaurus Nangong Shi, Master's friend, Professor Ning Lin's proud disciple of Donghai University of Physical Education. ”

"What, is it really him?"

"That's right, two years ago, at the Xijing City Martial Arts Competition, he knocked out the beast king Kahal in thirty seconds, which caused a sensation all over the country, and we were all there at the time!"

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be him. ”

As he was talking, he saw Nangong Shi's feet and hands moving, opened his eyes slightly, and then fell asleep again.

Master Zhixiang hurriedly went over and shouted softly: "Nangong Shi, Nangong Shi, can you hear me?"

Nangong Shi didn't react again, and Master Zhixiang said to Lao Zhangtou: "It turns out that he is a student of a friend of Lao Gong. ”

After a long time, seeing that there was no movement, the old man said goodbye, and Master Zhixiang sent it out, and when he returned to the meditation room, he saw Nangong Shi's right hand drawing a few numbers on the white sheets.

And his thigh was bleeding out, probably cut by himself, in order to be able to write with blood.

Master Zhixiang was very surprised, and when he saw the number, it was a set of phone numbers.

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