Genuinely nervous, he walked into the hut.

In the house, the stove is thriving, and the rich aroma of tea makes the true tongue relish, and several large plates of stewed cooked venison have already been stacked into plates.

A long-haired man in a coarse cloth coat was turning the charcoal in the brazier with chopsticks in his hand behind his back, causing a burst of sparks to dance.

"Master, sit down."

The man said coldly.

Ben Zhen secretly took a deep breath, slowly walked across from him, and sat down.

"Who is the benefactor? Why do you have to be so hospitable to poor monks? Ben Zhen asked.

"Let's talk about business first, drink tea, eat meat, the master has seen through the red dust, should he not be confined to the world."

A hint of a smile appeared on Qin Yi's rough face.

Benzhen sat down, recited Amitabha, and sat upright, but he didn't dare to move the cup and chopsticks.

He is a cautious man, and he has a strange treasure, and how dare he eat at will, in case he is poisoned and loses the treasure, but it will be a great sin.

"The master doesn't have to be restrained, drink tea!"

Qin Yi slapped the table, and the teacup in front of him flew towards the truth.

I really knew that the other party was here to explore the way, and at this time, I didn't shake my majesty, and when would I wait, the Dharma immediately flowed, and I clasped my right hand, wanting to shoot it back.

His palm is the Guanyin palm of Buddhism, and the needle is hidden in the cotton, which makes it skillful, and with the power of his Buddhist master, ordinary techniques, it is easy to dissolve.

However, what surprised him was that as soon as the teacup entered the palm, it seemed to be thin and weak, but it was like a dog skin plaster, and even if he changed eighteen techniques in a row, he couldn't get rid of it with all his strength.

Immediately, he was shocked, knowing that the other party's cultivation was far above him, this was the encounter with Zhenshan Tiger, and today I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape.

"The donor is gracious, and the old man is better than obeying his fate." Benzhen held the teacup, blew the camellia, and tasted it.

Originally, I was afraid of poisoning, but since the other party can have such cultivation, whether it is poisoned or not, the result is the same.

Deng Shi shook off his cheeks, ate meat, his mouth was full of oil, and he was happy!

"Okay, the fragrant tea and good meat have been eaten, and the donor should answer my question." True Truth.

Because of the guardian elixir, he had not seen Nameless, so although it was face-to-face, he didn't know each other.

"My name is Nameless, of course, some people who know me also call me Qin Hou!"

Qin Yi got up and refilled another cup for Benzhen, and said lightly.

"Qin Hou!"

"It's really you!"

Ben Zhen got up suddenly, and then sat down slowly, with a depressed face.

"Master, you are a member of Buddhism, you must know that saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, I want to use this pill to save people." Qin Yi said bluntly.

"The old man knows that it is not your opponent, you can take the elixir yourself."

"But the old man must fight you!"

Ben Zhen took out the pill from his bosom and put it on the table, and at the same time, the Buddha all over his body was magnificent, and the monk's robe was hunting, and he was about to attack.

"I just need the pill, I don't want to kill you, you can go." Qin Yi frowned.

"If you don't kill me, I lost the treasure, and if I go back, I will die, it is better to divide the high and low, even if I die under your hands, it will not be considered to insult the prestige of my Beilin Temple."

In addition to speaking sincerely, his claws were like swimming dragons, shining brightly, and there was a hidden sound of dragon roaring, tearing towards Qin Yi.

"Split the muscles and bones!"

Qin Yi sneered, he didn't even get up, his five fingers opened sharply, and he met the true nature like lightning.

One grasp, one solve, and deal with it with one palm.

One life and one death, all between the five fingers, no matter how true he did his best, the claws could never break through Qin Yi's Five Finger Mountain.

"Click!"

Qin Yi flipped his five fingers, clasped his innocent right hand, twisted it, and immediately removed his wrist.

Ben Zhen snorted, and was about to attack, Qin Yi probed again, grabbed his arm and went down, the entire left arm meridians were broken, and both hands were wasted.

"The donor's cultivation is really the best in the world, unprecedented!"

"The old man lost."

The real face was full of peace, and he recited the Buddha's name.

"Does the master have any last words?"

Qin Yi lowered his head and took a sip of tea and asked.

"The donor has a benevolent heart, but unfortunately this world may not be able to tolerate you, how can you fight the whole world with your strength?"

"There is Kunlun above, and there is the Yan family below, have you thought about your own way out?"

Ben Zhen asked.

"What you see is only a leaf and a Bodhi, but what I see is a flower and a world!"

"Master, there are many people who have the same good intentions as you, but now I am still standing here, and the so-called holy envoys and Yan Lei in your eyes have all become the souls of my sword."

"I'm your answer."

Qin Yi pointed to his chest and smiled indifferently.

"Amitabha, the donor is really a very human!"

"Lao Wei tell you, this Wuxiang Tribulation Pill has two sons and mothers, this one is the Son Pill, the Mother Pill is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Beilin Temple, if you really want to save people, you must take the child and mother together, before you can come back to life!"

After laughing and sighing, I felt it.

"Thank you."

"Offended!"

Qin Yi reflexively waved his hand, and a touch of true qi pierced through his true chest.

The real seat is on the ground, and it is gone.

"It's really dead, you guys have eaten and drunk enough, carry his body back to Beilin Temple!"

"And on my behalf, I will bring a message to the abbot of Beilin Temple, in the spring of next year, the Marquis of Qinhou in Jiangdong will go to Songshan Mountain and obtain the elixir!"

"Before I go up the mountain, there is a loss of pills, and I will wash Songshan in blood."

Qin Yi walked out of the hut and shouted to the monks who were drinking wine and eating meat outside.

When several monks heard his name, they were immediately frightened, and hurriedly rushed into the house, wailed, carried the real corpse, and went away.

"Liu Gui, you can't stay in the north for a short time, immediately pack up your things, go to Jinhai to meet Ma San, lurk for the time being, and once the northern market opens, wait for the opportunity to move."

Qin Yi admonished.

"Yes, Master Hou!"

Liu Gui, the mustache, immediately packed up the gold and silver, found two horses, and the two of them went separately.

……

The night sky was overcast and the weather in the north was surprisingly cold.

Yanjiao, the garrison of the Outer Gate Army.

Several majestic officers wearing military boots, carrying a golden coffin, slowly walked into the front of Yan Baye's mansion.

Yan Baye stood at the door with his hands behind his back, his expression was cold, and his lifeless cold eyes were filled with a faint mist of sadness.

When the coffin was brought closer, his heart was bleeding.

No one knew that in order to practice the Yan family's peerless divine skill, Yan Baye had abolished his yang vein, which meant that as soon as his only son Yan Lei died, he had been completely wiped out.

This means that there is no successor to his great cause.

Once upon a time, Yan Lei was his shadow.

He is smart, resourceful, ruthless, does everything, and knows how to avoid harm and seek profit, which is the necessary quality to become a hero.

Now, however, it's all over.

"Eighth Master!"

While putting down the coffin, the Captain of the Seven Legions saluted in grief.

"Open the coffin, I want to see him one last time." Yan Baye said coldly.

"Eighth master, it's better not to see it, the person is dead, let the son go to the ground for peace."

Among the seven people, the leader was a bearded iron man, who was courageous.

"He's my son, what's not to see, open the coffin!"

Yan Baye's eyes were blood-red, and he shouted rarely.

"Open the coffin!"

Several people opened the coffin at the same time.

(End of chapter)