Li Laodao didn't expect that this sloppy-looking old monk actually knew his uncertain master.

The contempt on his face disappeared in an instant, and he hurriedly stepped forward, with a flattering face, rubbing his shoulders and beating his legs, just like a traitor on TV who saw a devil.

At this moment, the ground is full of magic weapons, cinnabar, ink fountains, peach wood swords, paper talismans, compasses and a large number of messy things. The old monk said to Li Laodao without looking back: "Come, young man, give me your hand." ”

Could it be that this master is going to teach himself a few Jiazi skills?

A glimmer of light flashed in Li Laodao's eyes, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand, only to feel a chill in his fingers, and then the pain came, and then blood flowed out of his body.

Li Laodao was shocked, and when he opened his eyes, the old monk was holding a dirty knife in his hand, and a half-centimeter-deep wound on his finger was constantly gushing blood.

"Master, you're ......"

"Well, isn't this a talisman! The old man has rough skin and thick flesh and high blood lipids, so this burden will naturally fall on you. Amitabha, if you don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" said the old monk in a high-sounding voice, without any delay in his hand, holding Li Laodao's bleeding hand, and drawing strange patterns on the clean paper talisman on the ground.

Li Laodao exclaimed with a distressed face: "Ah......! Then you don't need to cut it so deep, do you?"

"Amitabha, monks are not informal. This is your merit, don't move, it's done right away. ”

Just when Li Laodao felt that he was about to collapse, the old monk finally stopped what he was doing, took out an unknown herb from his arms, and threw it to Li Laodao's side: "This is the hemostatic grass that Lao Dao got by chance, chew this and put it on the wound, and it will scar in five minutes." ”

Li Laodao looked at the wound that had stopped bleeding, and waved his hand to refuse the old monk's kindness.

Next, the old monk is a similar operation to the dancing god, a peachwood sword in his right hand "swish" dance, and a three-clear bell in his left hand jingles, which is shocking in the dark night.

The old monk jumped up and down, chanting words in his mouth, and soon he was sweating like rain and panting like a cow, but Qin Lang still didn't have any reaction.

"You say, this old monk, isn't he kidding us, is he? Why do I feel that he is so unreliable?" Feng Xiaoxiao took Wang Xinnan's hand and asked with a suspicious expression.

"Probably not, right? Isn't he the senior brother who claims to be the master of dry Zen? Master dry is so powerful, his senior brother shouldn't be any worse, right?" To be honest, Wang Xinnan didn't know the bottom of his heart, because the old monk in front of him was all over his body, and he didn't have the slightest posture of a high-ranking monk.

"Then wait and see, if he plays with us, my aunt and grandmother will strip off his beard. Feng Xiaoxiao clenched his fists and said viciously.

"You. Wang Xinnan shook his head and stopped talking, and continued to watch the old monk's performance.

As the five paper talismans full of strange symbols were burned, the old monk finished reciting a series of jerky and incomprehensible incantations in his mouth, as if he had been squeezed dry, sat on the ground, wiped a handful of sweat from his head, beckoned to Li Laodao, and ordered: "You quickly mix the talisman ash with water for him, and he will wake up in three hours." ”

Li Laodao didn't speak, nodded and stuffed the product left after burning the large pile of paper talismans into a thermos cup filled with half a cup of boiling water, screwed the lid and shook it violently.

Then he came to Qin Lang, pinched his mouth and split his head and face, and it was a fierce pour, making Qin Lang's neck, chin, and chest full of black liquid.

The movements were extremely rough, and Feng Xiaoxiao frowned.

Can this really work? Feng Xiaoxiao didn't believe it in her heart.

"When the offender was all right, the old man took his leave. The old monk rested for a while, then got up and wanted to leave.

Wang Xinnan asked, "Where did the master come from and where is he going?"

The old monk smiled mysteriously: "Amitabha, come and go! ”

As he spoke, he turned to Li Laodao and said, "Since you are in the mortal world, you should abide by the Dao heart, and he will realize it one day." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao replied casually, "What is Dao, and what is Dao Heart?"

"Haha, the Tao is the human heart, and the thoughts are all the Tao. Although there are 3,000 avenues, but people's hearts are changeable and only take one scoop, which is to be firm in one heart, the Tao is thousands, and finally good. Dear donors, the green mountains and green waters are always flowing, and we will have a period later. When my gangster wakes up, I hope to remind him to practice the exercises given by the old man, so as not to live up to the expectations of his teacher. ”

"Old monk, we're lost!

"Go in the southeast direction, and you will find something. ”

Looking at the disappearing back of the old monk, Li Laodao stood in place in a daze. Carefully savoring what the old monk had just said, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to realize anything.

Qin Lang felt as if he had walked around the Netherworld, but at a critical moment, he was pulled back by something, and when he opened his eyes, it was pitch black all around, and the fat man's unique snoring like slamming the accelerator on a motorcycle echoed in the tent for a long time.

"Phew, phew. What kind of chicken feathers?" There was still paper ash residue left in his mouth to mix water for him, Qin Lang hurriedly took out a bottle of mineral water in his bag and rinsed his mouth well.

Sitting back in his place again, frowning and trying to remember what had happened before, but he didn't have a clue.

Early the next morning, Feng Xiaoxiao and Wang Xinnan appeared in front of Qin Lang with two big panda eyes, looking at the two women with haggard faces, Qin Lang almost couldn't help but hold them in his arms. sweet potato

It worries them again.

"How do you feel when you wake up?" Wang Xinnan smiled, and her hanging heart finally let go.

Qin Lang twisted his arm, got up and replied, "Ha, I don't feel anything, I just feel like I've slept for a long time and my body is a little stiff." ”

"Hmph, we're worried! Let's go back to sleep. Feng Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, pulled Wang Xinnan and walked out. She was concerned about someone's safety, and she didn't sleep all night, and now that he was fine, she just took advantage of the sky to make up for his sleepiness.

In the early morning mist in the woods, the chirping of some unknown bird could be faintly heard, and the sun had just risen, and the sky was full of brilliant clouds. Morning is the time when everything wakes up and is full of vitality, breathing fresh air, and the whole person seems to have been reborn.

According to the hint of the withered master, the group slowly marched in a southeast direction. At this moment, the fog in the mountains is full, and there are poisonous insects and beasts hidden around, so everyone naturally can't take it lightly.

When he learned that he was rescued by the old monk, Qin Lang didn't believe it in his heart!

The old monk knew what virtue he had, and he almost didn't kill himself. What surprised Qin Lang the most was that according to everyone's description, his strength didn't seem to be ordinarily strong!

"By the way, before your master leaves, let us remind you that you must remember to practice what exercises he left you, little prodigal son, you are not honest!

Qin Lang finally remembered that the old monk had indeed given him a book of martial arts secrets, but ...... If you remember correctly, it seems to be the legendary sunflower treasure book, right? It's the kind that opens with the kind that if you want to practice this skill, you must first go from the palace.

Qin Lang shook his head and said, "It's impossible for me to cultivate his exercises, if any of you want it, I can give it to him for free." However, I forgot the cheats in the bathroom in the dormitory, and I don't know if I will be there next time I go back. ”

"Damn, you actually put such a precious cheat in the toilet?" Feng Xiaoxiao looked incredulous.

You must know that if other people get a martial arts cheatbook, it is definitely more precious than their own lives and roots, like Qin Lang is simply a tyrannical thing, and there is still heaven without being thundered by the sky?

Qin Lang said, "Hmm...... Actually, that cheat is a bit flawed, and it's really not suitable for cultivation. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao looked curious and asked, "What defect?"

"If you want to practice that exercise, you must first go from the palace!, so ......"

"From the palace?" Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned, and then quickly reacted. What does Zigong mean, she naturally knows, thinking that Qin Lang cut something in order to improve his strength a little, and from then on it became an inhumane thing that is neither male nor female, Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly shuddered, and quickly shook his head and said, "Then forget it." ”

After all, it's also about one's own sexual well-being, so naturally I can't agree to it.

Lest others misunderstand something, Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly added: "After all, we can't tolerate the appearance of a thing that is neither male nor female in the team." ”

The group walked until the sun went down, and finally a village appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"M's, finally don't have to camp in the wild!"

Taking advantage of this excitement, I came all the way to the hillside in front of the village entrance, and at this moment night had fallen, and under the moonlight, the trees, houses, and mounds of earth were like a thin veil. The fields outside the village seemed to be asleep, and the whole village was quiet and peaceful.

Looking at the old windmill in front of him that was crunching and spinning in the wind, Qin Lang suddenly frowned: "Wait, do you think there is something wrong?"

Wang Xinnan noticed something strange at a glance and replied, "It's too quiet." ”

Qin Lang nodded: "Yes, you see, there are forty or fifty families at the bottom of the hillside, except for that one that is brightly lit, there is no movement at all? This shows that there must be something strange in the village." ”

"What then?"

"Go check it out, everybody be careful. Don't capsize in the gutter. ”

As soon as he reached the entrance of the village, Chen Bushuai stopped, closed his eyes and felt it, and said, "I smell the breath of a dead man!

Here, Chen Bushuai is talking about dead people, not zombies. His sensitivity to corpses was far more than human, so he found the clue at the first time, and the direction he pointed to was the brightly lit two-story building.

"Don't worry, you can rest here first, and then Lord Ben will go and investigate first. Master Bao chuckled lightly, and disappeared without a trace in an instant under the cover of night.

At this moment, the door of the small building was empty, and from time to time there was the sound of some musical instrument beating and the unbridled laughter of men.

What the hell? What are these big guys doing?

With a mind full of questions, while a bearded man at the door was not paying attention, Lord Bao dodged into the courtyard and lurked.

Through the binoculars, you can see that a group of tall, blond and blue-eyed men are gathered together shirtless, too far away to hear what is being said, but one thing is certain, these people are definitely not doing a good job.

It can be seen from the appearance characteristics of these people that they are not Chinese.

Master Bao secretly wondered in his heart: Could it be that it is a group of foreign bandits?