Lingding had been out of the city for a few hours, and according to her plan, she had to arrive at Lonely Whistling Heights by noon tomorrow to survive. But this has been attacked all the way, and it has encountered seven or eight waves of interceptions, which can be described as dangerous and abnormal.

"Nalan, you're really going to kill them all." Ling Ding tightened the reins of the horse, slowed down his speed, and looked at Gu Xing in the swaddling clothes, Gu Xing had already woken up at this time, and he was crying with hunger.

At this moment, Ling Ding noticed that there was a movement in front of him, and an inexplicable murderous aura came, and he was not surprised. Hurriedly turned over and dismounted, and hid in the nearby grass.

"It snowed all day long, and the hills were all over the place. Thousands of miles of hardship, when is the first seven. This poem is a fitting description of the current situation. Running away day and night, wave after wave of chasing soldiers behind, if one is not careful, he may die, but Lin'er, hey. Thinking of this, Ling Ding could only shake his head with a wry smile and look at the place where the murderous aura came from again.

I saw a group of big men with hair not far away, surrounding a young man who looked like a wandering monk, and was constantly scolding, as if he had the intention of blocking the road and robbing him. Seeing this, Lingding was about to leave, thinking that more things were better than less. But suddenly I heard the monk say in the Zen voice of Buddhism, "Female donor, since the road is uneven, why don't you pull out your sword to help?" After speaking, he looked in the direction where Lingding was hiding.

Hearing this, Lingding had the heart to kill the monk. The group of big men with hair didn't care, and said with a wild laugh, "You bald lady, didn't you say that your family doesn't speak?" There are only a few of our brothers and you, the unlucky monk, within a radius of ten miles, where did you come from, girl, do you want to delay time and let the uncle kill you later? ”

The monk didn't answer or get angry, and continued, "Female donor, you are seriously injured, and you use the Seven Days of Broken Intestine Pill to continue your life, and the baby in your arms has been manipulated by someone after taking the grass, if you don't input the pure internal force in time, I am afraid that you will be disabled for life." Hearing this, Ling Ding's footsteps stopped, and a dodge swept up, with five more crystal clear steel needles in his hand, only to hear the sound of breaking the wind, and the big man with the hair who surrounded the monk fell to the ground.

At this time, Ling Ding stood in front of the monk and asked, "Give me a reason not to kill you." ”

"Amitabha! The poor monk did not pass the law, came from Jialan Temple, and went to Guxiao Villa. Although the poor monk does not know martial arts, he has a way to save the girl and the baby in the girl's arms, I wonder if the girl is willing to listen to it? ”

Hearing this, Lingding's blood suddenly surged, and a huge pain swept through his heart, and his body began to crumble. said that it was too late and that was fast, only to see that the monk who couldn't understand it clicked on Lingding's ear acupoint and Qingming acupoint with lightning speed, and said to Lingding, "Thank you to the female benefactor for saving her life." ”

After the monk made a move, Ling Ding's body slowly stopped convulsing, and the previous pain was also reduced a lot. The monk continued, "Just now, the poor monk used Jialan fingering to stabilize the heart of the female benefactor, and the female benefactor should believe what she said." ”

Ling Ding stared coldly at the monk and said, "You meet in Pingshui, you can go together, if you have any misdeeds, I will kill you immediately." ”

The monk looked at Lingding, suddenly showed fear, sat down on the place, and muttered, "Master told the poor monk before going out that women are like tigers, and if they don't agree with each other, they will be beaten and killed, it seems that this is true." ”

Ling Ding looked coldly at the monk and said, "I'm a tiger!" ”

The monk could only bow his head stupidly, not daring to look at Lingding's eyes and say, "I am a person in Buddhism, and I will not have bad intentions, but I want to help when I see that the female benefactor is in trouble, but at that time, the poor monk was surrounded, and I had to come up with such a method, and I hope the female benefactor will forgive me." ”

After speaking, the monk took out a vial made of sandalwood from his arms, took out a pill and handed it to Ling Ding and said, "This is the Buddhist Meditation Pill, which can temporarily resist the violent medicinal strength of the grass, as for the solution, only after arriving at the Lonely Roaring Heights, it can be solved naturally." ”

Ling Ding took the pill in his hand, ate it in one bite, and the monk was not annoyed, so he poured another one out and handed it over. After Ling Ding took the pill, he noticed that there was nothing unusual, so he chewed it and fed it to Gu Xing. Then he asked, "Why did you save me?" ”

"Amitabha, the monk is compassionate, saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, the master said that he should do three good things to cure diseases and save people during his travels, and he wanted to go to Lonely Whistling Heights to count one, but he didn't expect that the female benefactor could not make it, so that the poor monk did two things at once, and after going to Lonely Roaring Heights, the poor monk could return to Jialan Temple."

Speaking of this, the monk's face slowly returned to ruddy, and he looked at Ling Ding with a smile.

At this time, Lingding's body also eased down, stared at the monk and asked, "You just went out of the temple to travel, and you want to go back so soon?" Do you think the rivers and lakes are too dangerous? ”

I don't know how the monk recites the Buddha's name, and he said seriously, "I want to preside over the fast meal made by my senior brother." Hearing this, Lingding rolled his eyes, ignored the monk, and walked towards his horse.

The monk followed closely behind, did not answer, and followed Lingding to the next place. Along the way, the two had a small chat, it turned out that this monk who did not understand was a monk of Jialan Temple, although he was only seventeen years old, he was already a big red robe, but his reputation was not obvious, and the master let him go out to travel, and his long knowledge also spread Buddhism.

And Lingding hid his own body, and casually made up a story of persecution and pursuit to fool the past, but the monk listened to righteous indignation, and said, "There are injustices in the rivers and lakes, and when we arrive at the Lonely Whistling Heights, I will let the owner of the village administer justice for you." ”

Ling Ding suddenly stopped his horse, turned his head and asked the monk strangely, "Monk, are you familiar with Lonely Whistling Heights?" ”

The monk said seriously, "It's not familiar, the owner of the village and my master are old acquaintances, I met a few times when I was a child, and this time I was also ordered by my master to visit and send a thing." ”

Ling Ding was about to continue to ask, but after the monk said Amitabha, he stopped talking. Ling Ding felt bored, so he ignored the monk and continued to hurry.

It was getting dark, and the shadows of the trees were moving. The moonlight looms in the clouds, and such a night is best for killing or being killed.

There was no light on the road ahead, and the dead bodies were almost buried by the snow just now, but the sparkling red was particularly dazzling on this snowy night.

The two of them no longer paid attention, Lingding drove the horse to walk quickly, and the monk who did not understand also quickened his pace to follow, although he saw him running out of breath, but he did not open the distance, Lingding did not look back, raised the whip in his hand, and accelerated the speed. When he was about to rush out of the dense forest, a mutation protruded.

The horse under Lingding's crotch suddenly kicked forward and stepped into the air, and with a wailing sound, Lingding jumped up quickly, jumped on the branch of the tree beside him, and looked coldly at everything under his feet. When the monk saw the horse fall to the ground, he stopped reciting the Buddha horn in his mouth, and the panting just now quickly recovered, and he was like two people just now.

The change of the monk made Ling Ding a little surprised, but what was even more surprising was that just in the distance where the horse fell to the ground, several people appeared out of thin air. These people are restrained, dressed in black, and almost blend in with the woods. Lingding was in a hurry just now, but he didn't pay attention to the surroundings and almost landed. It seems that the injury has begun to spread to the nerves, and the judgment of danger has dropped several levels.

The man standing in the woods did not speak, but walked slowly, cut off the horse's head with his sword, and then raised it high and drank the blood. Seeing this scene, Lingding gasped. In normal times, ten or eight more would not be a problem, but now that he is seriously injured, he will inevitably have a fierce battle.

At this time, the black-clothed man at the head suddenly said in a voice like sawing wood, "Second Miss Gu, I've been waiting for a long time. ”

"It seems that I have been targeted for a long time, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly." Ling Ding thought secretly. At this time, the monk who did not understand was still standing in place, unable to see his expression clearly, and was also looking at the man in black. Lingding turned over and jumped down from the trunk of the tree, and was about to open his mouth to let the monk escape and deal with the killer himself, when suddenly the scene in front of him was fixed on the spot, and he almost forgot what to say.

When Lingding stood beside the monk, the dignity of the monk during the day had disappeared, and his face was full of hideous and bloodthirsty colors, as if gods and demons had descended into the world. The monk didn't look at Lingding, he just stared coldly at the man in black, not knowing what he was thinking.

A spirit came back from its stupor, and slowly retreated into the woods by the roadside. Seeing that Lingding was about to escape, the black-clothed man at the head gave an order, and several people next to him pounced viciously. But they seemed to have forgotten the existence of the monk, and wanted to solve the monk by the way, but the next scene made everyone present frightened.

I saw that the monk's palms that were originally closed suddenly parted, and he grabbed a man in black with one hand and slammed it up, only to hear a bang, and the man in black, who was still fierce and abnormal just now, suddenly turned into two clouds of blood mist, and even the bones were not left.

This series of changes in an instant, no one expected that the harmless monk suddenly made a move and opened a killing spree. It seemed that he was agitated by this blood mist, and the monk shook his sleeves and rushed forward, and the rest of the black-clothed people, including the one who was the leader, did not come back to their senses at all, and ended up like their predecessors.

Crises and turnarounds are often instantaneous. At this moment, Ling Ding did not dare to move or speak, for fear of attracting the attention of the monk. When all the people in black died, the monk was a monk with both hands again, chanted the Buddha's name, and said slowly, "That person is my junior brother during the day, he is too compassionate, and he may die at night, so I have no choice but to protect him." By the way, protect you. ”

When Lingding heard this, he exhaled a breath, and without saying a word, he walked out with the monk who couldn't get through. In this way, the two walked one after the other, and when the two of them walked away, at the place where the sudden change occurred just now, a cold voice suppressed the voice and said, "Jialan Temple has also been involved, and things are becoming more and more interesting, hehehehe." After finishing speaking, there was no one to be seen, but it was certain that there would be more interceptions along the way.

Lingding hasn't recovered from the scene just now, because she doesn't know the monk at all, the fame of Jialan Temple has been in the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, but she has never heard of such a person. It seems that this time to escort Lin'er to Lonely Whistling Heights, there is something to rely on. Thinking of this, Lingding quickened his pace and followed closely.