"Meng Daxia, are you okay?" Zhang Lingdao helped him up and asked.

Meng Huaichu got up from the ground with the support of Zhang Lingdao with a long sword, and said with a dejected expression, "How can a person who has lost his family be called a hero?" Don't mention it! ”

He was trembling all over his body, I don't know if it was because he was too tired or too desperate, it must be uncomfortable, overnight, his whole family was wiped out, only a few scattered people and himself were left, if ordinary people were afraid they would not even have the courage to live.

Yan Nanfei looked at the wide open door of the palace and nodded, and said to Zhang Lingdao, "Young man, wait for this matter, please come to the front of the hall to talk about it." After saying that, my feet slipped and I didn't know where I had gone.

Zhang Lingdao followed his previous gaze, and several old monks were slowly walking towards here, accompanied by a group of young monks.

"Meng Daxia, can you leave now?" He let go of Meng Huaichu, took out a pot of wine from his backpack that he had obtained from defeating Mo Duantian, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.

Guiyuan Wine: A rare medicinal wine that can restore 50% of your current health and replenish your stamina and internal qi.

Because he had turned his back before, and was extremely fast, this movement was not noticed by anyone. He has more than ten bottles of this wine, but unfortunately it needs to be used in a non-combat state, and he can't use it at all before.

Meng Huaichu walked tremblingly and grabbed Zhang Lingdao's shoulder, "This young man, it's good if you call me Meng Huaichu, I was originally rescued by you today, and I feel guilty if you let you call me a hero." ”

"Then I'll be respectful and obey." Zhang Lingdao did not refuse, he could feel the sincerity in Meng Huaichu's heart, and naturally it was not against his will.

"Meng Daxia, are you okay?" Just when the two of them saluted each other, and it was considered that such a thing should be done, the monks had already walked in front of them.

After this period of recuperation, Meng Huaichu was already able to stand up straight, and hurriedly thanked, "I'm fine, thank you to the abbot for coming to the rescue today." ”

"Meng Daxia was originally a good friend of my Huaqing Temple, as soon as you and I go up, it can be regarded as a year-old friend, not to mention the indiscriminate killing of innocents in the bloody clothes building, as long as it is a person in the rivers and lakes, it cannot be let go." Lao Peng clasped his hands together and saluted.

"I wonder what about the donor's family?" Beside him, another old monk simply didn't mention which pot to mention, and directly uncovered Meng Huaichu's bloody scars.

"Hey! In the entire Meng family, I am the only one who has escaped now. Meng Huaichu's expression became extremely gloomy, and his body, which was already stable, suddenly began to become shaky again.

"Meng Huaichu, are you okay?" Zhang Lingdao hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and at the same time comforted, "Along the way, I met many servants of your family, not to mention that I didn't see their corpses, maybe Ling Zun and Ling Fox are still safe and sound?" ”

"What you said is true?" Meng Huaichu was overjoyed, and suddenly grabbed his arm, "You said how many servants survived?" ”

"Yes, there is one at the door of your water pavilion, one in the backyard, and one hidden on the mountain road, maybe someone in your family will survive?" Zhang Lingdao said this time period, so he naturally picked it up.

"That's good, that's good!" Meng Huaichu hurriedly got up, not caring about his injuries at all, and with one arrow step, he was about to run down the mountain.

"Wait!" Zhang Lingdao was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on, so he fell directly on the way and scattered a four-way into his hand, "Brother Meng takes this medicine, it's important to heal the wound first." ”

It's a pity that Meng Huaichu directly stuffed this medicine into his mouth, didn't care if it was a medicine powder that could be taken or not, and continued to run down the mountain.

"Don't chase after Shaoxia, he has an obsession, it's impossible not to go down and take a look!" The old monk at the beginning watched them chatting, and only then did he step forward to stop Zhang Lingdao, "Poor monk Zhijue, added as the abbot of Huaqing Temple, I don't know what the name of this young man with a warm heart in the ancient road is?" ”

"Oh! I've seen the master, I'm a true martial arts disciple, and I'm also a member of the Xuanmen, just call me Zhang Lingdao! Zhang Lingdao hurriedly responded, he still had a good impression of this kind of master who poured the power of the whole temple to help the Meng family.

"It turned out to be Zhang Shaoxia, and the poor monk thanked you here for saving Meng Daxia's life." Jigaw folded his hands again and saluted him.

This can't be allowed, Zhang Lingdao accepted this salute, and then replied, "It's just a little bit of effort, but the host has the courage to forcibly block the bloody clothes building." ”

Zhijue touched his beard, "How can the poor monk have any boldness?" But karma is just a retribution. ”

On the side, a young monk ran over, and after giving a salute, he said, "Presiding, the casualties have been counted, 13 of them were warrior monks, and most of them were injured, but fortunately they were only slightly injured." ”

"Amitabha, Yuankong, you lead your brothers and sisters to bury them behind the mountain, fight for the justice of the rivers and lakes, I believe they can all be reincarnated in the Pure Land of the Western Heavens!" Zhijue's face was expressionless, and he seemed to be used to seeing great joy and sorrow, but Zhang Lingdao still saw sadness in his eyes, thinking that even such a monk could not escape the seven emotions and six desires of the world!

Zhang Lingdao arched his hand, "Presiding, then I will leave first, if there is a place for me, please say hello." ”

The host bowed together, "Amitabha, the young man has also been busy all night, and he should be very tired when he comes, so let's go and rest first." He turned his head and said to the people around him, "From today on, Zhang Shaoxia will be our honored guest of Huaqing Temple, and if he comes here in the future, he will be treated as an elder." ”

"Yes, host!" When Zhang Lingdao walked away, he could still hear the resounding answers of those monks.

"Here's a living one!" He walked through the atrium, surrounded by monks who came and went, busy with the corpses around him, and drove the bodies of his companions to one place, thinking that they were going to be buried together.

When they found a living companion, they would crowd him, carry him to an old monk, and look at him with hopeful eyes, hoping to save him.

The old monk has some of his name on the top of his head, "Huijing Zen Master", who wants to be the elder of these monks in the temple, but he does not have the consciousness of an old monk at all, and he is open and sweating profusely to treat the people in front of him.

"I don't seem to feel anything, but those who die are a living life in their eyes! Maybe a few days ago, they were still talking and laughing, chanting scriptures together, and working together. But now that they have been separated forever, they don't blame them for being so excited to find a living person! ”

Zhang Lingdao felt a little, these young monks are dedicating all their strength to the treatment of their companions, I think this is what the rivers and lakes call dependence, right?

His eyes are even brighter, just for the sake of pure tranquility, he must also persevere, and the whole rivers and lakes are clear and clear!

ps: In the plot, we always pay attention to the movements of those big people, always some plans that will affect the whole world in their mouths, and some famous characters in the rivers and lakes, their lives and deaths.

But don't forget, no matter what time it is, it's the little people who die the most. Maybe everyone is a player, and in the whole game, they are all small characters.

But in this plot, you are the only protagonist, has anyone ever thought about the people we killed, those who died at the hands of the villain, what happened?

I don't want to simply go over the plot or modify the plot like this, what I want to write is a real world, a story that makes us feel that it has happened when we watch it. No matter how big or small, what happens around you, and those who have met before.