Looking at the dog in front of him looking at him with a surprised face, Ming Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly, he had already recognized this person as one of the two people he saved in Guanli last time.

However, now Ming is really in a bad mood, so he doesn't have a good face for the dog who is blocking his way: "You blocked me, get out of the way!" ”

Goudan looked at the Jingxu on Mingzhen's back, and recommended himself: "Dao Chief, do you need help?" You saved me last time, so I want to help you and repay you for saving your life. ”

"I don't need your help, just give way!" Ming Zhen didn't feel at ease to hand over Jingxu to this dog with a flirtatious face, and he said lightly: "Okay! Get out of the way! ”

Listening to Ming Zhen's words, the dog wanted to say something, but when he saw Ming Zhen's somewhat hostile and cold look, he hurriedly smiled and begged for mercy: "Okay!" Good! I'll get out of the way! ”

As he spoke, he quickly moved to make way for Mingzhen, for fear that he would be taught a lesson by Mingzhen if he moved slowly.

At this time, Da Niu also walked in, with a smile on his face, and said to Ming Zhen angrily: "Dao Chief, I'll help you." ”

Looking at the big man blocking the road in front of him, he really knew that this was the other one he had saved the two of them last time, and when he saw that he was also blocking his way, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Seeing this, the dog was taken aback, he hurriedly pulled the big cow to his side, and at the same time smiled at Ming Zhen: "Dao Chief, let's go!" We're not going to get in your way. ”

Seeing that the dog was so acquainted, Ming Zhen nodded lightly, and then hurriedly walked towards Shouzhenguan. The two of them, Goudan and Da Niu, followed behind them, with a courteous smile on their faces.

Political Commissar Zhang looked at the three people with a strange atmosphere with some curiosity, and after Ming Zhen approached, he also leaned forward and greeted Ming Zhen: "I have seen this little road chief, we are the ones who ask for directions, can you tell me the terrain around here?" ”

Ming Zhen looked at the person in front of him who was blocking his way, although he was very polite, but unfortunately Ming Zhen didn't have the heart to deal with him now, he said lightly: "Please get out of the way, the poor road has to go into the temple to save people!" ”

Swallowed by Ming Zhen's words, Political Commissar Zhang glanced at the Jingxu on Ming Zhen's back and found that there was no blood on his face, and then took a closer look at the Taoist robes on Ming Zhen and the others, and found that they were stained with blood.

He immediately understood, his face showed embarrassed guilt, and he hurriedly got out of the way, apologizing and saying, "It's important for the Taoist to save people first, and we'll ask about it later." ”

Ming Zhen went straight to the gate, carefully put Jingxu on his back, held it with one hand, took out the key from his arms with the other hand, opened the door, and then ran in with Jingxu in a hurry.

A cadre of the Lu guerrillas watched from the outside, and they were silent with big eyes and small eyes, and they all looked at Political Commissar Zhang, who was the military division of the team.

Political Commissar Zhang saw that the big guys were looking at him and explained: "That little Taoist leader wants to save people, let's wait for a while, everyone pay attention to vigilance, lest the devil come!" ”

"Got it, Commissar." The big guys answered, and then each divided the work to complete the things they were responsible for.

Mingzhen gently placed Jingxu on the bed, and carefully untied the clothes on Jingxu's upper body, revealing a bloody wound.

The hand touched Jingxu's pulse, and found that there were still some, silently relieved.

It seems that the aura he conveyed before barely held the last breath of Jingxu, and the current state of Jingxu is like a candle that may be blown out at any time in a strong wind.

Ming Zhen hurriedly went to the medicine shelf on the side to get the wound medicine, and then carefully checked Jingxu's wound, and found that it was a gunshot wound again, his brows furrowed, and he was very angry in his heart: "Why is it a gunshot wound again?" How could Master be injured by a gunshot?

If Master wants to leave, no one will be able to catch up! Moreover, who shot and wounded the master? ”

At this time, he thought of the people with guns outside, and when he thought about them carefully, he found that those people seemed to be in the dust, and many of them were injured and bandaged with blood.

"Is it the calamity they bring again? It's only them, so injuring the master should be the enemy they attracted - devils! Mingzhen thought of a highly probable guess, and immediately, his senses deteriorated a lot to those people outside.

"A bunch of troubles can only bring more trouble!"

However, now was not the time to think about these things, he had to try to heal Master's injuries first.

First, take out the bullet from the Master's Jing Qi abdomen, then pour wound medicine and ointment, and then wrap the wound with a white cloth.

Then, Jingxu turned sideways, and Mingzhen treated the wound on his back in the same way.

Looking at Jing Xu, who was lying on the bed with a bloodless face and was still unconscious, Ming Zhen's tense nerves were temporarily relieved, and now he could only pray to God, hoping that Jing Xuan could slowly get through, after all, the body of a cultivator was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

At this time, Mingzhen is okay for the time being, and it's time to solve the affairs of those people outside.

Walking out of the Dan room, Ming Zhen looked at Jingxu lying on the bed, sighed silently, and he gently closed the door.

When he came to the gate of the temple and looked at the people of the Lu guerrillas who looked like they were stationed outside the gate, Ming Zhen felt very angry in his heart.

At this time, Political Commissar Zhang, who was originally sitting on the ground discussing things with Captain Li, saw him come out of the Guannei, quickly stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and stepped forward to ask: "This little road chief, down is the political commissar of the Lu guerrillas, Zhang Xian, can you tell us the terrain in the mountains near here?"

We were chased by devils, ran into this Taihang mountain area but got lost, and now we don't know how to leave?

I hope the trailmaster can show the way, and I am grateful! ”

Hearing Zhang Xian's words, Ming Zhen, who was already very angry in his heart, completely exploded, because through Zhang Xian's words, it had been proved that Ming Zhen's guess was in his heart.

"Let's go! The poor road won't tell you! Ming Zhen resisted his anger and the urge to expel them, so as not to let himself lose his temper, because he still remembered the teaching of Jingxu that he should not use Taoism to deal with mortals who have no cause and effect burden, otherwise he would increase his own karma and be detrimental to his own cultivation.

Therefore, Ming Zhen just replied in a cold tone, but did not move.

Seeing Ming Zhen's extremely impatient appearance, Zhang Xian was very puzzled, he didn't offend Ming Zhen.

He begged: "Please, Dao Chief, please tell me, it is really very important to us, otherwise if the devils catch up, dozens of our Lu guerrillas will die, and it will also bring some trouble to the Dao Chief."

Chief, be merciful! It's also dozens of lives! Please! ”

Zhang Xian bowed deeply towards Ming Zhen, showing the sincerity of his heart.

The rest of the guerrillas saw their commissar bowing, and although they were still a little confused, they followed suit.

It's a pity that Mingzhen is still angry, and he doesn't appreciate it: "Are you dead or alive, what do you care about the poor?"

Your life is your life, isn't the life of the poor Dao Master?

If it weren't for you to attract devils, why would Master Poor Dao suffer such a catastrophe! ”

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