Zhao Zheng didn't know that Zhou Kui and the others had ghosts in their hearts, and they were still kept in the dark, and they still talked and laughed with Zhou Kui and others every day. As for Xuan Xuan and Xu Hong, they didn't notice the strangeness of Zhou Kui and the others. It's not that their vigilance is low, it's just that Zhou Kui and the others are too deeply hidden, like wolves in sheep's clothing.

That morning, as the procession continued on its way, the sound of the hooves of the six horses was crisp and loud, and the wheels of the carriage ran over the cold ground, leaving shallow trails.

Zhao Zheng was young and vigorous, riding a horse and walking in front, walking, when suddenly he heard a groan in front of him, which sounded extremely painful. He hurriedly grabbed the reins and listened attentively. At first, he thought it was a human moan, but when he listened closely, he realized that the sound was not made by a human, but by an animal.

"Brother Zhao, why did you stop suddenly?" Zhou Kui then grabbed the reins of the carriage and asked kindly.

"You listen carefully to the voice in front of you." Zhao Zheng pointed ahead.

Zhou Kui glanced at his subordinates and stretched his ears forward, but after listening for a long time, he didn't hear anything. Their cultivation is low, and their hearing is far inferior to Zhao Zheng, so naturally they can't really hear it.

On the contrary, Xuan Xuan heard something different, his ears moved, and he could discern that there was something wrong with the sound.

"It seems that some animal is in trouble, I'll go over and take a look." Xuan Xuan patted the horse's back with one palm, took advantage of his strength to rise, jumped a few feet, swept over everyone's heads, flew above the treetops on the opposite side, and patted the treetops again, and continued to fly forward. After a few leaps, he flew into the woods, his figure shrinking.

It was the first time that Zhou Kui and the others had seen Xuan Xuan reveal such kung fu. They all showed a look of horror. Wow.

Zhao Zheng originally wanted to catch up with him in the air. But after hearing what Zhou Kui and the others said, he dispelled this idea and rode over honestly, so as not to be mistaken for a deliberate show.

At the source of the sound lay a brown long-horned deer, which stepped on a trap buried by the hunter in the ground, and was caught in an iron clip, and one of its hind right legs was bloodied. Lying on the ground, he kept moaning.

Xuan Xuan rushed here first, stopped in front of the wild deer, his face was unbearable, his hands were folded, and he chanted the Buddha's name.

Zhao Zheng, Zhou Kui and others then arrived one after another, and when they saw the half-dead deer, they all looked very excited, especially Zhou Kui and others, who were so excited that their eyes lit up.

"Today, I hit a big luck, and I actually ran into a wild deer. It's a blessing at noon. Zhou Kui smiled and untied the white-pole spear he was carrying. With a shake of the tip of the gun, he was going to kill the deer, "You don't have to call anymore, I'll help you get rid of the pain and give you a good time." ”

The spear turned into a white glow, and it was about to stab the wild deer in the neck. The wild deer watched the spear come at him, as if he understood that his life was in an instant, and his eyes showed a look of horror.

At this moment, a thin and blackened palm quickly stretched out, and steadily grabbed the stabbed flower spear, no matter how hard Zhou Kui used, the flower spear just couldn't move. The person who shot was the ascetic Xuan Xuan who was standing next to him.

"Donor, slow!" Xuan Xuan grabbed the spear with one hand, and made a one-handed salute with the other, "Among all the remaining sins, killing karma is the heaviest, so the donor should let this wild deer go." ”

"Even if I don't kill it, it's going to die soon." Zhou Kui's stabbed spear was easily grabbed, and his face was a little unbearable, and his face was flushed with anger.

"If your mother is sick and dying, will you kill her before she dies?"

"Of course not, but it's a deer, and it's not my mother, how can it be mixed up."

"It was reincarnated as a deer in this life, and it is naturally not your mother, but in the reincarnation of life and life, it may be your mother. If you kill it now, you may have killed the mother of previous lives. ”

"What a mess, it's a deer, how could it be my mother in previous lives."

"The soul is immortal, it is forever reincarnated, no one is a human being in every life, and it is not a deer in every life."

"Great monk, you are saying something that makes people scratch your head again, I don't understand these nonsense words of yours, but since you have spoken, I can't help but save your face. I'm not going to kill this deer, you let go of my spear. Zhou Kui shook his hand, and a huge force came from the place where Xuan Xuan was holding, and he didn't move.

"Thank you, donor. When you put down the butcher's knife today, you have planted good roots in your heart, and you will reap great rewards in the future. Xuan Xuan let go of his hand and returned the spear.

"I don't know what I'll get in the future, but I won't be able to eat venison today." Zhou Kui secretly scolded bad luck, got on the horse with a flower gun, and returned to the road sullenly.

Zhao Zheng was not so gluttonous and was not disappointed. He had the right to send Xuan to destroy a small favor, and drew his sword to destroy the screws of the trap. The two metal serrations opened like petals, and the wild deer escaped from the trap, but was unable to stand up for a while because of the severity of the injury.

Zhao Zheng's luggage was full of various medical supplies, he took out the hemostatic pill and poured it for the wild deer, and then applied gold sore medicine to it, and bandaged it properly.

The wild deer was badly injured in one leg, and even if he recovered, he would be crippled in the future, but he could barely walk on three legs, which was better than dying.

Seeing that the wild deer had hope of returning to heaven, Xuan Xuan thanked him again and again.

Zhao Zheng was afraid that the wild deer would move, so he tied the limbs of the wild deer with strips of cloth, and then carried it back to the vicinity of the convoy.

Xu Hong poked his head out of the carriage, looked at the injured deer, and then looked at Xuan Xuan who was following behind, and said with a smile: "I just heard Brother Zhou talk about your rescue of the deer, master, you are really kind, even animals are reluctant to kill." ”

"It's just a matter of being a monk." Xuan Xuan said lightly.

"If only there were more people in this world who believe in Buddhism."

"The benefactor is interested in studying Buddhism?"

"There are some."

"If that's the case, the next time we stop and rest, the poor monk can give you a lecture on the Dharma."

"Okay, then I'll bother the master." Xu Hong lowered her brows, bowed slightly at Xuan Xuan, and lowered the curtain of the carriage.

Zhao Zheng heard it clearly next to him, and secretly spoke, among this group of people, everyone felt that the Dharma taught by Xuan Xuan was big, but he didn't expect Xu Hong to be interested in it. He doesn't care about this, he doesn't learn it himself, but he won't stop others from learning it.

The little turmoil passed, and the convoy continued on its way, stopping at noon, and everyone gathered for lunch. According to his promise, Xuan Xuan took this opportunity to lecture Xu Hong on the scriptures, and Xu Hong seemed to be really interested and listened very seriously.

In the next few days, whenever there was time and opportunity, Xuan Xuan would give Xu Hong a lecture. Xu Hong's understanding of Buddhism deepened day by day, and he became half a Buddhist believer, and began to recite the Buddha's name silently every day.

The wound on the hind leg of the wild deer gradually healed, and when it could barely move forward on three legs, Zhao Zheng released it back into the forest, and it was unknown whether the injured wild deer could live for a long time.

Zhao Zheng traveled hundreds of miles every day, and he was delayed in his cultivation to a certain extent, and he couldn't cultivate at all during the day, so he could only rely on entering the dungeon to cultivate. After these days of hard work, he has not made great progress in internal strength, but he has made great progress in martial arts.

By practicing against the wooden man, he will benefit a lot every time, and he has trained the small grappling hand to the fifth level of the extreme, and has completely mastered this grappling skill. In terms of the Maha swordsmanship, he has also cultivated to the fourth level, and has initially mastered the mystery of the formless and unphased free change of this swordsmanship.

He felt that the Maha Sword Technique had reached a bottleneck in his cultivation, and it would be difficult to break through in a short period of time, and he had the idea of wanting to learn one more martial art. With his current skills, he can already read the next martial art recorded in the Nine Veins and Six Yuan Sutra, which is called "Qiankun in the Sleeve", which is a medium-grade point kung fu.

He is accustomed to confusing the enemy with a wide sleeve robe when he shoots, and taps the enemy's acupoint with the hand hidden in the sleeve. If the internal force is deep and the point point is accurate, you can also directly use the soft sleeve to transmit the internal force and point the point. This is the biggest difference between this kung fu and other point kung fu.

Like the Maha swordsmanship, it is also a powerful but dry and difficult martial art, and it is not so easy to learn and master it, and it takes a lot of time.

Zhao Zheng did not expect to master this acupoint kung fu in a short period of time, nor was he willing to shift his focus and devote his energy to it. His real plan was to just learn a little bit of the skin, and then put it aside and not delve into it for the time being.

The reason why he has such an idea is because when walking the rivers and lakes, he must learn a few acupoint kung fu, otherwise there will be a lot of inconvenience.

For example, when he used to sneak into several outsiders' homes and Miao Li's house, every time he arrested someone and questioned him, he would be directly stunned, which was very troublesome.

In fact, he has a very good foundation for learning acupoint kung fu, and in the small grappling hands he has learned, there is a small half of the moves that need to rely on the acupuncture points to subdue the enemy, so learning the starting point kung fu is twice the result with half the effort, and it doesn't take much time, it's just a layer of window paper.

In the quiet room, the room is silent, and there is not even a trace of wind.

Zhao Zheng sat in the center, not moving at all, and in front of him was the secret book of the Nine Veins and Six Yuan Sutras.

He slowly adjusted his breathing, and after a moment his eyes snapped open, his eyes sparkling. He struck his hands and made multiple gestures, his joints hitting the air with a "bumping" sound. With a number of movements, his body seemed to become a furnace that was ignited, becoming hot, and the internal force in the dantian was also adjusted, like a vast galaxy, with one point as the center, slowly rotating.

He made the last gesture, slapped his palms together, and two internal forces erupted in the air, hitting the pages together.

The pages of the Nine Veins and Six Elements Sutra are not extraordinary, they are extremely tough, and they will not be damaged by internal forces.

The pages shook and glowed, and out of it jumped a glowing little figure and hundreds of glowing words. The villain is still the old man who wrote this secret book, wearing a loose robe, and the fonts record the opening content of the sleeve, which is complex and difficult to understand, as if it were a book from heaven. (To be continued.) )

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