In this dark ice cellar, there is a person buried in the ice, which was originally a terrible thing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Two steps forward, Dong Qinghe felt that in addition to her footsteps, there seemed to be any other sound, very slight, listen carefully, it seemed that the lips of Monk Hui'an were moving.

Is this chanting?

Dong Qinghe had a smile on the corner of her mouth, what was going on, of course she knew it, this was still her masterpiece.

"You're here."

From the ice, a very low voice came out, and it was Monk Hui'an speaking.

Dong Qinghe nodded: "Yes, I came to see you." ”

"I knew you would come, and I was worried about whether you could find it here, but I didn't expect you to be prepared."

"It's nature."

If you want to come to him, with the lesson of last night, you are naturally prepared.

"Well, this stuff is good." Dong Qinghe tilted his head to look at him and couldn't help laughing.

She knew best what was in it, and thought he was tormenting in the room, but she didn't expect to be here.

"Your stuff does work." Monk Hui'an's voice was not loud, low, a little hoarse, and very uncomfortable.

This thing is Dong Qinghe's special itch powder, this is not poisonous, but a special thing, just like the fluff on the flowers and plants is grinded, there is no toxicity, in fact, this is indeed made of four things, only the itch effect, no half toxicity.

If you don't scratch it, even your skin won't turn red.

"I have the antidote in my hands."

I didn't say anything in the second half of the sentence, but I could guess that if I wanted an antidote, I had to exchange it for an antidote pill.

This kind of thing is actually the most annoying, and it can't be alleviated with ordinary drugs, so he can only hide in this ice and suppress the feeling on his body, hoping that it will have some effect.

"No need."

Unexpectedly, he was directly rejected, Dong Qinghe was a little puzzled, what was he going to do.

"You may not know what I'm practicing, but this is still acceptable."

Hearing this, Dong Qinghe became even more curious.

Approached directly, leaned his face in front of the ice chips, and carefully observed the people inside.

No, it stands to reason that even if he is frozen in ice, this person has not been in the ice for a long time, but his skin has only become cold, why has this person's eyebrows and beard become cold, and his monk's clothes are also a little stiff, as if they have turned into ice cubes.

What is the reason for this?

Thinking of what I just said, I have some eyebrows, I just said, part of the reason for this is because of the exercises?

What kind of kung fu is the monk of Hui'an, it should not be the monk's kung fu, after all, the kung fu of the Buddha Yuan Temple is that set.

What kind of kung fu is this, the killer feature of Monk Hui'an?

"I didn't expect you to have this trick."

Dong Qinghe really didn't expect that Monk Hui'an would actually think of resisting this effect, which is really not something that ordinary people can do.

Although this thing will not enter the bloodstream, if you exercise, you will still feel more and more itchy, and feel that this itch has spread to the whole body, which is mainly your own psychological effect.

She really didn't expect that although Monk Hui'an was a little weird at this time, he was still relatively calm.

Dong Qinghe flicked her sleeves, and the ice slag on it was thrown aside by her, leaving only a lonely big ice cube.

Dong Qinghe stretched out his hand to probe the pulse of Monk Hui'an, but Monk Hui'an stretched out his hand to block it, but she didn't touch anything.

It's guarding against her.

Dong Qinghe was a little speechless, why didn't she believe her so much, sure enough, her credit was really good, not so easy to talk about.

"I won't give it to you."

Monk Hui'an opened his eyes, and now he is really like a snowman.

It's still stubborn enough.

Dong Qinghe squatted down and looked at him carefully, this should be something that can only be achieved after practicing some kind of extremely cold internal skills.

Extreme Cold's internal strength originally had the effect of being able to control his blood, and if he could, he could delay the functions of his body, so it was not surprising that he did this.

In addition, if you put yourself in the dark ice, you can really survive.

But Buddhism, where did the extremely cold kung fu come from, the masculine one is almost the same.

Dong Qinghe didn't hope to get an answer, she just needed to know that if she didn't do anything, Monk Hui'an could really survive.

With a flip of his palm, he slapped it directly with one palm, even if it was extremely cold kung fu, as long as he exercised his skills, it would have some impact.

She still has this confidence in her medicine.

Dong Qinghe's thoughts Hui'an is not very clear, he only knows that he has to hold on, although most of his hands and feet are stiff now, when it comes to luck, he can still block it.

"You really think no one knows I'm here."

Monk Hui'an spoke, and his words were not so smooth.

"If it continues, the sound will come out, and there will be a blockage on it, you have to believe it, I can still hold you back until then."

Monk Hui'an threatened her, if people knew that in the middle of the night, the eldest lady of the Dong family and a monk were in the ice cellar, and they still ran by themselves, then it would really be impossible to tell.

If you can't say it, the Dong family will be pulled down from the altar, and who knows where it will fall.

Dong Qinghe gritted his teeth, most of the night is not as good as the day, and it is very easy to transmit the sound when there is a sound.

Although this place is underground, it is easier to transmit sound in this kind of place, and it is really easy for a monk Hui'an to do this.

Damn it!

Dong Qinghe was very angry, but his hands and feet still unconsciously relaxed.

She really wanted to arrest this monk directly, well, but if it was poisoned, it would be bad if the monk ate the antidote pill.

No need to be poisonous, compete in fist and foot kung fu, this monk's kung fu for so many years has not been practiced in vain, and within a few moves, she is really not sure that the voice will not alarm others.

"Don't think about it, I've thought it all, of course, you can try to poison me."

Monk Hui'an gave her advice.

Dong Qinghe's body, at this time, there is really poison that can poison him, but if he is really poisoned, then the antidote pill can't be found by himself, is it that he hit a mouse and injured the jade bottle.

"The poor monk has not lived in vain for so many years, donor, there are some things that you can think of, and the poor monk can naturally think of it."

"Amitabha, what's more, donor, you don't have time left."

Dong Qinghe's heart moved, yes, she has no time, how long can her mother's illness last.

The two of them confronted each other in the ice cellar, without moving or speaking, and one stood on the side.

Dong Qinghe was thinking about things in his heart, while Monk Hui'an closed his eyes and silently recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been participating in meditation for many years, this Dharma would have helped him calm down, and he really wouldn't have been able to reach this level with the Dharma alone.

In the end, Dong Qinghe stood for most of the hour, throwing a mouse bogey, frowning.

There is an extra silver needle in her hand, and this silver needle combined with her ice and fire fingers should be able to hit the monk's acupoint.

If he is punctured as he is during the day, you can take him away.

But any doctor who knows kung fu will have a silver needle stunt, which is a special honor after all.

The silver needle, in the Valley of the Medicine King, is a necessary weapon.

It is used to heal diseases, as well as fights.

It seems that Monk Hui'an can guess Dong Qinghe's thoughts, "Donor, put away your hands, the poor monk has already taken precautions, and he will not succeed easily." ”

Yes, Dong Qinghe wouldn't believe what this person said so easily, he flicked his fingers directly, and two silver needles shot out, and Monk Hui'an's figure flashed, and he avoided it directly, and the two silver needles and his fingers directly shot the cold ice next to him out of an inch hole.

As if he had calculated the direction of Monk Hui'an's escape, before he could stand firmly, a silver needle flew out, cutting through the air and bringing the sound of breaking the sky.

Dong Qinghe's face was a little ugly, what does this mean, and it is a silver needle.

In the time of brushing, a lot of silver needles were shot out by her, and some of them did shoot on the body of Monk Hui'an, and he could still dodge, maybe he could only choose less damage to the greatest extent.

It's just that it's not a cave, let alone a place.

At this time, what Dong Qinghe didn't expect, as soon as the silver needle in her hand was used up, two people's voices came from outside the ice cellar: "Uncle Shi, it's okay, Uncle Shi." ”

This is the voice of the little monk, although this is a place to store things, but someone must always guard it.

Before entering, Monk Hui'an told them to pay attention to the movement inside.

Dong Qinghe froze suddenly, and looked at Monk Hui'an, this old monk was really a bit of a calculation.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Monk Hui'an's low voice came out, which was to tell them not to come in and disturb.

After waiting for a while, there was a sound of footsteps, and the two little monks left, and they still had to sleep.

"Count you ruthless."

Dong Qinghe gritted his teeth a little, sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, this monk can ignore anything, she can't, she is barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes.

If it was possible for Han Zhen's illness to be cured, then of course she chose to save her life unconditionally.

"Old monk, your kung fu has improved."

If according to the last kung fu, Monk Hui'an should not be like this, this is less than a day of kung fu, how can he progress so fast.

"Amitabha, I have to thank the donor, it's all because of you."

What do you mean, Dong Qinghe was a little confused, her kung fu and this person are completely different, how can it be the same.

"After the benefactor sent the things, the poor monk couldn't bear it anymore and had been in this ice cellar for a long time. It is precisely because of this strange experience that I did not expect that in this torture, my kung fu will go to the next level, Amitabha, thank you. ”

Dong Qinghe wanted to vomit blood, but his feelings were still because of this, and it seemed that he really had to thank her.

This is simply intolerable, and this Hui'an monk can still break through like this.

She felt very depressed.

I don't want to deal with him at all, but this is in Yuanhan Temple after all, and I have to get what he has.

"Great monk, how about I give you 10 million taels of silver, you give me something."

Dong Qinghe spoke up, she had never opened her mouth for such a large sum of money.

The last time I saw such a large sum of money was when I was selling "The Book of Medicine King", but I didn't treat money as money at that time.

The royal family paid 16 million taels to buy that thing, and later Baohetang and Shun'an Tang each gave 2 million taels, using the emperor's signboard to bless the people, and the 4 million taels of course took 4 million taels from her and exchanged them with the Dong family, and then handed over the emperor's new silver ticket.

She currently has 12 million taels of silver tickets in her hand.

Monk Hui'an's eyes were a little gloomy, sure enough, it was the eldest lady of the Dong family, thinking about other people, relying on even one or two pieces of silver to live a family for a month, and the Dong family, alas.

At this time, he couldn't help but blush, and some past events kept resurfacing, and he didn't answer.

Dong Qinghe thought he was thinking about it, and he was quite satisfied in his heart.

"Donor, the poor monk is not a person who has no faith in his word, the donor is too worried, please go back."

Monk Hui'an categorically rejected what Dong Qinghe said, and wanted to drive her away.

"Monk, I'm leaving, you don't want the antidote to itchy powder."

"No need." Monk Hui'an didn't reply, he couldn't believe this girl.

There was no way, Dong Qinghe could only slowly come out of the ice cellar, remove the board on it, and drill out of it.

"Who?"

At this time, a voice came from the side, it turned out to be one of the two little monks, he just got off the bed, and wondered that there was only Shi Shuzu alone, so there would be such a loud noise, worried about Monk Hui'an, he didn't dare to sleep, and wanted to guard him here.

Unexpectedly, I saw a person coming out of it, this person was not as tall as his uncle Zu, and he was obviously not wearing a monk's robe, which was a thief.

Dong Qinghe was also a little surprised, turned his waist, ignored him, took a little step, and left directly.

The remaining little monk hurriedly ran over, only to see a figure in the distance.

However, the figure is really thin.

This little monk has been guarding here for a long time, and he has changed from a peasant child to a refugee child, he has no concept, he didn't expect it to be a woman at all.

Hurriedly went down to see Uncle Shi, but don't have an accident.

Next.

At the foot of the mountain.

Dong Qinghe was covered with light gauze, did not ride a horse, walked alone, there was nothing superfluous on his body, two wooden hairpins, a special skein, this is something used to keep warm in winter, the effect is particularly good, the price is expensive, and there is a leather coat outside.

Slowly walked to the front of the stairs, straightened his clothes, closed his eyes, and opened them, his eyes were cool.

Kneel, fold your hands flat, kowtow, lift your steps, and go up the first staircase.

Kneel, fold your hands flat, kowtow, lift your steps, and ascend the second staircase.

Kneel, fold your hands flat, kowtow, lift your steps, and go up the third ladder.

………………

At this time, it is not too early, and a lot of the land under the mountain of Yuanhansi Mountain is leased to local farmers for planting, which is also a good deed of Buddhism.

A middle-aged uncle walked down the mountain, he wanted to go to the mountainside and the fruit grove, there was a small piece of land that his family rented, he wanted to go and see, weed.

Holding a dustpan and a hoe, I was still planning in my heart, this Mrs. Dong was not well, saying that it was already going to be done, alas, it was better to go to worship again and burn two pillars of incense, this was when the child and his mother were pregnant, if it weren't for the miracle doctor of Shun'an Hall, it would be one corpse and two lives, there was no medicine at that time, and thanks to the Dong family.

Thinking about the child, his mother said that the meat was fried at home at noon, and the heart was delicious, this is going to be the New Year, and the food should be improved.

Looking at the stairs at the foot of the mountain, oh, no.