On the top of the tower, Zhao Yuankui howled in pain from time to time, making the corners of his loyal minion Xiao Shunzi's mouth bubble anxiously.

But he was dusted, and there was nothing he could do, so he could only stare there.

Ning Wanjun and Xiao Cui had already gone back to the inn to rest, and now only Xiao Shunzi and Guan Shanyue were still guarding under the tower.

The sound of the ghost crying wolf howl continued until the second half of the night before stopping, and when he heard that there was no sound above, Guan Shanyue unlocked the acupoint for Xiao Shunzi.

Xiao Shunzi's body fell to the ground as soon as he was weak, and he kept a shape for most of the night, and his body was paralyzed.

After a while, the tower door opened, and Zhao Yuankui rushed out of it shirtless, his hair was messy, his clothes were not covered, and his body was black and white, like a refugee rushing out of the fire.

Seeing Zhao Yuankui like this, Xiao Shunzi struggled to get up from the ground, came to Zhao Yuankui's side and shouted: "Your Highness! What's wrong with you? How did you get like this?

After finishing speaking, Xiao Shunzi still wanted to look at Zhao Yuankui's back, but was pulled aside by Zhao Yuankui's mouth.

This is because the abbot used his pure yang internal force to cooperate with the pure yang baby to heal my wounds, although it was a little painful, but the effect was very good, I felt that my body was not so cold, the abbot said, it lasted for ten days and a half months, and my cold poison could be removed!"

Although Huo Yuanzhen did not practice the Jiuyang True Scripture, he practiced Tongzi Gong, and he did not lose a mouthful of pure Yang True Qi from birth, and now he has learned the Phaseless Divine Skill, with strong internal strength, and with the Pure Yang Martial Method, there are also Pure Yang Relic, and he can basically do it for Zhao Yuankui to heal his injuries.

It's just that Huo Yuanzhen is not good at medical therapy, although after learning the Phaseless Divine Skill, he already knows a lot about the operation of true qi, but the first time he uses it, he can only cross the river by feeling the stones, and he makes a mistake from time to time, but Zhao Yuankui suffers.

Fortunately, he said at the beginning that it would be painful during treatment, otherwise Zhao Yuankui would really think that Huo Yuanzhen was harming himself.

As soon as he thought that when he was about to get off the tower, Huo Yuanzhen said that he still needed to be treated for ten days and a half months, Zhao Yuankui's tears fell, and he felt that his body was burning, and there was no place that did not hurt, so he let Xiao Shunzi support himself and limped down the mountain.

I have to go back to rest and continue to be tortured tomorrow.

After they left, Huo Yuanzhen also got down the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and Yichen was still waiting below.

"You're still there so late?"

Yichen made a joke: "Lao Wei is from Shaolin, so he naturally has to think about the abbot's safety." ”

Huo Yuanzhen nodded, and was just about to go back, when he suddenly stopped and said to Yichen: "Do you know about the appearance of Fusang Ronin in Henan?"

Yichen's face was a little gloomy, and he nodded that he knew.

"This abbot killed more than 20 Fusang ronins, and now those people have retreated, but you can also guess that these ronins are just here to test, sooner or later, these people will offend my Middle-earth, at that time, I'm afraid that there are some things you don't want to see. ”

Yichen said coldly: "If there is a day, the old man should personally kill the rebel son and eliminate the harm for the country!"

Huo Yuanzhen didn't speak and went back to sleep.

Some things may not happen in a short period of time, but if the situation continues to develop like this, it will definitely happen, and it is good to give Yichen a preventive shot first.

As it approaches October, the weather gets cooler and cooler, and the steps to the summit of Mt. Shaomuro are covered with a layer of gold.

Henan, which was originally shrouded in the haze of war, seems to have some sunny signs.

The imperial court and the Jiedu embassy seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and neither sent troops to do something provocative, and the two sides were so silently consumed that those who thought that the war would start in the near future shut their mouths.

The common people do not talk about the stakes of war, they only know that after October it will be winter, and it is impossible to fight if it is cold.

Even if the war starts now, it will not be able to continue unless the fighting ends at the end of October.

At the moment, it seems that at least this year can have a stable year.

Without the pressure of war, and when it is harvest time, people should work hard to get this year's harvest first, and they are not in a hurry to leave their homes, in case the war will not be able to fight next year.

Those who believe in the Buddha believe that the war did not start because of the Buddha's manifestation, and some people who made a wish in front of the Buddha in the hope of not fighting have come to repay their vows, and the incense of Shaolin Temple has become more vigorous.

At the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, under the huge archway, a table was erected.

There were two chairs, the one behind the table had a man sitting on it, and the one in front was empty, and next to the man stood a cloth banner with the words "Iron Mouth" written on it.

Sitting behind the table was a Taoist priest, wearing a Taoist crown, wearing a Taoist robe, three long beards, and a fairy wind bone, holding a piece of watermelon in one hand and a whisk in the other, while gnawing on watermelons and flying flies.

It stands to reason that this Taoist priest should not appear here, because this is Shaolin Temple, a monk temple, and you are a Taoist priest who runs to the door of people's homes to set up a stall to tell fortunes, isn't this a fight to find fault?

The pilgrims in the past looked at this Taoist priest strangely, and the old Taoist didn't care, there was a row of watermelons under him, and he picked up another one, smashed it with one punch, and ate the melons inside.

After a long time, a pilgrim came up and asked, "I want to calculate my fortune." ”

"Come here, I'll take your pulse. ”

The pilgrim was stunned, and for the first time I heard that fortune tellers had to take the pulse.

But the old man was still good-looking, and the pilgrim hesitated and stretched out his hand.

Lao Dao put down the watermelon, sat forward, the distance between the two people was very close, Lao Dao pinched each other's wrists, took the pulse for a while, and then patted each other's shoulders, pressed their chests, and tossed for a long time as if they were seeing a doctor, before saying: "You want to break the bank today, do it yourself, and the poor road will not take your money."

After finishing speaking, Lao Dao withdrew his hand, ignored the other party, and continued to eat watermelon.

The pilgrim hesitated to his feet, walked a little further, and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, what about my wallet, who saw my wallet?"

"Did you forget at home?"

"No, I still took it with me when I went up the mountain, and I deliberately counted a lot of money, and I was going to go to the temple to buy more incense and candles, why is it gone?"

As soon as he was arguing, many people over there suddenly became in awe of the old Taoist, this is simply a living immortal, just calculated that you are going to break the bank, and your wallet is gone.

Someone reminded the person who lost the money, since the Taoist chief calculated that you were going to lose the money, why not let the Taoist calculate it again, where did you lose your money, and there was a target to find.

This person had no choice but to go back to Lao Dao's booth again and ask Lao Dao to calculate it again.

Lao Dao's eyelids drooped, "Poor Dao only counts one hexagram for one person every day, if there are more, let's go!"

No matter how this lost money requested, Lao Dao was unmoved, and in the end this person had to think that he was unlucky and left.

Seeing such a magical Taoist priest, some people went up to tell fortunes, and the old Taoist really only gave one hexagram to everyone, but many of them were very accurate, and even fulfilled on the spot.

For example, he calculated that a person had a bloody disaster today, and that person didn't take two steps before he fell on his heel, broke his arm and broke his skin, and bled out.

As soon as there were many such things, people spread this Taoist priest, and soon, the news spread to Shaomuro Mountain.

When Yichen came to report to Huo Yuanzhen, Huo Yuanzhen was pacing indoors, saw Yichen coming, and said to him: "You don't have to say it, I already know what is going on down the mountain, this Taoist priest is here to find fault, let's go down the mountain and meet him for a while." ”

Yichen said: "Abbot, junior brother has a suggestion. ”

"You say. ”

"If the other party is here to find a stubble to kick the hall and smash the temple, we can naturally use force to fight back, now he is setting up a stall under the mountain to tell fortunes, although it is said to be at the mountain gate, but after all, it is outside the mountain gate, strictly speaking, it does not belong to my Shaolin territory, if we come hard, of course, we can also drive it away, but that gives people an arrogant and domineering impression, not to mention that the old Taoist priest is now telling fortunes outside the mountain gate, has convinced many people, if we come hard, I am afraid that the reputation of Shaolin is not good. ”

"You don't know what the junior brother thinks?"

"Senior brother doesn't have a good prescription, but as far as I know, the average fortune teller in the rivers and lakes is good at observing words and feelings, and knows some Zhou Yi numerology, so he can naturally calculate a seven, seven, eighty, eight, eight, but many things are also guessed according to various conclusions, and cannot be completely accurate, if we can defeat him in this regard and let people recognize the true face of this person, it is the best, not only to drive it away, but also to highlight my Shaolin mind skills. ”

"Does that junior brother know fortune telling?"

"This old man won't", Yichen said, and said: "Although the old man can't, the old man thinks that the abbot will definitely be." ”

Huo Yuanzhen smiled dumbly, "How do you know that a poor monk will?"

"The junior brother doesn't know, but in the eyes of the junior brother, the abbot is omnipotent. ”

"Nonsense, at least I can't have children. ”

Yichen also smiled: "If the abbot brother is willing to return to the vulgar, he will be a group of wives and concubines, and a house full of children and grandchildren." ”

After talking nonsense with Yichen, Huo Yuanzhen said with a straight face: "The poor monk who tells fortunes will not know, but for this old trick, the poor monk still knows a thing or two, let's go down the mountain, see this bull's nose, let him know that there is no three, two, three, don't go up to Shaomu Mountain!"

ps:This is the second update.,The first chapter has been updated in the early hours of the morning.,Ask for recommendation votes.。

This book will be on the shelves on the first day, that is, the day after tomorrow, Sunday, now I will book a guaranteed monthly pass for next month.

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