Qingqing soaked the potion a few times with Yin Jiangzi, and his hand was really much smoother than before.

The host asked the disciples to send the fabrics and needles and threads they needed to Qingqing to the other courtyards, and arranged special disciples to deliver meals to Qingqing every day.

The host had long known that Qingqing had brought a seriously injured person, and secretly gave Shanguang some commonly used wound medicine in the temple. Coupled with Yin Jiangzi's careful care, Li Haoyang's injuries are slowly improving, and he can occasionally sit up and sit for a while, and his face is not so pale.

Qingqing concentrated on making monk's clothes in the workshop, and during the day, she carefully sealed it with stitches and threads, and let the gold needles sew by herself in the dead of night. Qingqing slowly figured out through the pictures in the golden needle that as long as he could control the golden needle, he could do a lot of things, and decided whether it was a good thing or an evil thing to do according to the mind of the owner of the control needle.

Qingqing also found that the golden needle can be changed, according to the need to change the length and thickness of the thickness, Qingqing is very happy, if this is the case, you can try to use the golden needle acupuncture in the future, if you use the magic of the golden needle, then the effect of the treatment will reach a magical realm.

However, in ten days, Qingqing made all the monk's clothes, and the remaining cloth and silk thread Qingqing was specially soaked in the magic of the gold needle for half an hour, she wanted to use this special cloth to sew a monk's robe for the host, and finally embroidered a different yellow lotus flower on the neckline, Qingqing hoped that this dress could buy a little time for the host to escape at the moment of life and death, so the petals of the lotus Qingqing embroidered it with gold needles by hand. She believes that the magic of the golden needle will bring good luck to the host.

Looking at the monk's clothes of the host, Qingqing felt that it was not enough to be good for only one person, so he took out all the sewn clothes, and added a blood-red Manzhu Sawa to their necklines.

The other people's clothes were clear, and they couldn't be busy for a while, so they soaked the thread in their own blood and let the gold needles embroider, delaying it for an extra day.

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When Qingqing folded the sewn clothes one by one and wrapped them for the camels to carry to the temple, the host personally went to the temple gate to greet and salute.

Qingqing's speed was so fast that the host wondered if she knew what kind of demon magic she had.

When the host saw the embroidery on the neckline of the monk's robe, his eyes began to shine, and he folded his hands and bowed deeply to Qingqing reverently: "Nan Wu Amitabha!" Sure enough, it was a good envoy sent by the Buddha. ”

Qingqing was taken aback by the host and hurriedly bowed in return, although she didn't know why the host was suddenly so respectful to her.

The host asked the disciples to take all the clothes in and distribute them, and then asked Qingqing to go in for tea, Qingqing looked at the camel's little eyes flickering left and right, and knew that he was still angry about the last time they were going to kill him.

Qingqing politely refused to host, and was about to go back with the camel.

"Wait." The camel suddenly spoke, startling the host, this domestic animal can really talk!

"There are a lot of enemies with strong attack power who are slowly approaching the temple, Qingqing, you hurry up and take your master and that future person to the temple to hide." The camel's face was serious and nervous, and it seemed that the enemy should be difficult to deal with.

"Master Presiding, please tell your disciples to please put on all the new clothes I made, and I hope the Buddha can bless everyone." Qingqing saluted the host and then she went back to the master, believing that the host should be able to understand the meaning of her words.

The host nodded, and then called two strong disciples to help Qingqing carry Li Haoyang.

"This ......" host looked at the camel and didn't know what to call him.

"Call me a camel."

"Camel donor, do we have anything to do?"

"I'm so low on energy right now that I can't sense what kind of enemy it is, so I don't know how to prepare. How do you usually deal with emergencies, just prepare for it, help me find a higher place and I'll sense it again. "The camel doesn't treat itself like an animal at all, and the command presiding over it is like commanding the retinue of its own planet.

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Qingqing took the master and Li Haoyang to the temple to preside, and asked them and the younger lay disciples to move to the Siguo cave at the back of the temple to hide.

The reason why this cave is called Siguo Cave is, as the name suggests, specially used to punish the children who have made mistakes, and locked up here to think and repent.

Later, there were many fewer disciples, and there were very few mistakes, and there was no need for this hole. After the change of dynasties, several presiding officers have transformed the cave into a refuge cave, storing food and water, and some simple mechanisms, and the cave can also be closed from the inside, and the outside cannot be attacked. It is also the main reason why this ancient temple has been passed down to this day.

Qingqing insisted on meeting the enemy outside with the camel, Shanguang and Yin Jiangzi were angry and anxious, but Qingqing insisted, and finally Yin Jiangzi was coaxed and deceived into the cave by Qingqing, and he returned to the temple.

"Stupid woman, I'll see you crying in fright!" The camel snorted disdainfully with its two large nostrils.

The host led a group of strong warrior monks with their respective weapons to form a formation at the entrance of the temple, Qingqing watched their sticks are shiny, and their knives and guns are also shining with cold light, and his heart can't help but be full of confidence.

"Oh no, they're coming from all sides." The camel closed his eyes and spoke again, and everyone was already talking too much.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Qingqing patted the camel's head strangely.

"I don't have enough energy!" The camel rolled its eyes and pursed its lips.

The presiding officer had already calmed down and began to direct the disciples to divide into several groups to guard the main entrances of the temple.

Shanguang, who was guarding the main gate, looked at Qingqing and shouted eagerly: "Qing'er, take the camel to the main hall." ”

Before Qingqing could answer, he saw a thick black cloud slowly drifting from a distance, very fast, accompanied by a strong wind and a terrifying cry.

"Get ready! Qingqing hides in it! Zenko's eyes were fixed on the black clouds, and his voice was full of anxiety.

In just three seconds, those black clouds poured into the door of the temple, it turned out that it was not a cloud but countless bats, black wings stretched out as long as thirty centimeters, and the ugly head was open and the sharp teeth in the mouth made people shudder to look at.

They circled in mid-air for half a circle and began to attack the monks with weapons, and the monks also responded to the attack calmly, and many bats were quickly smashed and their heads fell off.

For a while, it seemed to be a black rain, and a layer of black bat corpses was laid in front of the temple gate.

Qingqing peeked behind the door, his palms were covered with cold sweat: this scene was too frightening, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would really think that he was making a movie.

In just a few minutes, the sky returned to its previous clarity, and the bats that had not been killed fled when they saw that it was not good.

The monks smiled happily as they looked at the corpses all over the ground, naively thinking that this was the end.

Qingqing could see clearly through the crack in the door, and at this time, more than a dozen gray wolves jumped up from under the steps, rushing towards the monks who had just relaxed at the speed of arrows.

For a moment, the person who was bitten by the wolf let out a heart-rending cry.

While struggling with the wolves, they brandished their weapons and began to resist like death.

"What to do? Think of a way, camel! Qingqing clasped the deadbolt tightly with both hands, her anxious tears were about to come out, and her uncle was also fighting with the wolf.

"This is just the beginning, what are you anxious about? If you want to die, you don't have to rush this time. The camel spoke faintly, and he had a premonition that greater danger was slowly approaching.