Wen Nianqing picked up the sword that Xiao Yuhan threw aside, and stared nervously at the movement of Fang Liang, the sword was half as tall as Wen Nianqing, and she held it in her hand with something indescribably funny.

Xiao Yuhan struggled to stand up and took the sword in Wen Nianqing's hand, "Hide in the back, you can't lift this sword." With me, no one can hurt you. Wen Nianqing was carried behind him like a chicken.

"When the master arrives, I want to see who can take the life of the master!" Xiao Yuhan leaned on the handle of the knife and got up, leaned against the wall, brushed his messy hair casually, and hooked the corners of his lips nonchalantly, and there was an evil aura emanating from him.

Wen Nianqing looked at Xiao Yuhan with a smile, but Xiao Yuhan was not handsome for a few seconds, and the group of dead soldiers came again, and it seemed that more than half of the people had been lost, only four or five came, and they were very embarrassed, "Search!" Search!"

Is it a flanking attack? Xiao Yuhan stared nervously at the movement of the people outside, and the hand holding the knife turned white because of the force. The two held their breath and waited for an opportune moment to rush out.

"Hey, your uncle!! I'll go!!!!! You!! You megalomaniacs! This is the holy land of Buddhism, how can you be presumptuous!!" Suddenly, a person on the beam of the house flew down with a strange hungry posture, pointing at the group of dead men and pointing at the righteous accusation.

"Is it the little novice who picked us up, is he the one on the beam? He's here to save us?" Wen Nianqing's tears were about to fall because of the sudden change, and she thought she was going to fight again!

"It's hard to say, he seems to have been kicked down just now, whether he is friend or foe, let's take a look." Xiao Yuhan held down the excited Wen Nianqing and motioned her to hide.

"Amitabha, the little monk's Dharma number is empty, I don't know what happened to the donors who came to my Huai'en Temple in the middle of the night with murder weapons in their hands?" Niankong folded his hands and performed a Buddha salute, and stopped at the door in a gentle tone, not letting everyone in.

The dead men ignored him at all, and were about to cut him down with their knives.

"Buddhism is important, how can you be presumptuous!" Niankong didn't talk much nonsense, and when he went up, he kicked it and fought with the dead.

Wynne on the beam of the house saw that his purpose had been achieved, and he left satisfied, and he was afraid that the little cub below would get addicted to it for a while, and he would beat him together.

The dead soldiers were dealt with by Niankong after a while, Niankong came over and knocked on the door, "The two donors can come out, the little monk has prepared medicine and new clothes, and the little monk will take you to change clothes." ”

Xiao Yuhan pushed open the door, looked at Niankong without a trace, and nodded to him, "Thank you little master for saving me." ”

"Amitabha, the donor is polite, let's come with the little monk." Niankong smiled kindly at the two, didn't ask anything, made a gesture of invitation like the two of them, and turned around to lead the way for the two.

Wen Nianqing cautiously helped Xiao Yuhan to follow behind, for fear of touching his wound.

Xiao Yuhan grabbed her hand, glanced at Niankong, and shook his head.

(Niankong is suspicious)

Wen Nianqing comprehended, and thanked Niankong gratefully, "Thank you little master for saving your life, it turns out that I didn't know that little master was a warrior monk?"

"Let the two donors laugh, the little monk just learned a little when he was in the layman's house to strengthen his body."

Niankong's answer was not leaky, Wen Nianqing's eyes flowed, and she immediately changed the topic, "I don't know where we arrived just now, why did the little master stand on the beam of the room late at night?"

At the mention of this topic, Niankong's footsteps paused, and his voice stiffened a lot, "That's ...... A way of practicing in our Huai'en Temple, feeling the sound of all things and transmitting requests to our Buddha. ”

Niankong smiled on the surface and roared inwardly: What a fart! Who has nothing to do in the middle of the night!!