Looking at the gray bat hanging upside down, the old monk felt palpitations in his heart. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info This is by no means a physical factor, but a psychological one.

The old monk's injuries were not light before, but such a serious injury didn't make him nervous like this. The gray "bat" eyes made his heart beat wildly.

It was something that scared him even more.

The purpose of a monk's practice is to cultivate a peaceful Zen mind. Meditation and tranquility is the greatest pursuit of the old monk since his entry. disturbed the mind, this is equivalent to the monk's most powerful defensive weapon being broken by the other party, how can the old monk not be nervous. At this moment, the old monk would rather that the accelerated heartbeat was affected by his body than that his mood was shocked by the other party's eyes.

He thought of the gray silhouette outside the cave at the last moment he had just entered and the strong wind that shot out of his ears, and he immediately understood what had happened. The gray "bat" had already pursued him to the entrance of the cave and attacked him, and the willow tree in the cave forced the "bat" to retreat.

Thinking of this, the old monk looked at his nephew, and saw that Liu Shuya was staring at the outside of the cave entrance, and he seemed to be very nervous.

With one in his hand,

Stone.

This further confirms that it was also Willow who bombarded the female flying stiff with a flying stone before.

The flying stone is not strange, but the accuracy and extremely high speed are indeed very rare, which shows that Liu Shuya has extremely strong strength and accurate projection ability.

"The kid is pretty good." The great monk was comforted.

"Cough, cough ......" Just when the old monk felt that his nephew was not bad, there were a few slight coughing sounds in the dark stone cave.

It's the old way of the town.

Maybe because of the suitability, he was carried by the willow tree and exercised vigorously. smoothed out the breath he had choked, and then lay down in this cold stone cave, and the hard cold ground actually provoked him to wake up.

"Where am I? Netherworld? ”

People who thought they were going to die. Anyone who is in a claustrophobic and dark space thinks that he has gone to hell. But if they are in the open place, they will only think that they are still on earth, and they will not ask, "Am I in heaven?" This shows that people are self-aware and know that they cannot easily go to heaven. Or it shows that people still prefer the earth to heaven.

Without exception, the old Taoist priest also asked this unbearable question.

The old monk looked sideways at him and replied, "Not yet." But it's also fast. ”

"So, we're on our way to Hades?" Lao Dao actually took the trouble to continue to harass the old monk with a weak voice.

"I'm not going to that place, I'm going to Western Elysium. But we're not dead yet. Don't think about it. The old monk comforted.

"Not dead? What about my granddaughter? "Lao Dao knows that he is still in the world. The first and foremost thing is to save the granddaughter.

The old monk was silent.

"What's wrong?" Lao Dao became very nervous,

"Dead?" Lao Dao's voice suddenly burst out.

"She's right next to you, if you can move, turn your head and look at it. I don't know what happened to the girl. I couldn't even move my hands. "The old monk is telling the truth. But he was reluctant to confirm the little girl's death.

Lao Dao turned his face and saw Weiwei beside him, he struggled to reach out to Weiwei's chest, and found that there was still a trace of residual warmth, and a burst of joy arose, giving Lao Dao some inexplicable strength.

"Not dead, not dead. Warm. ”

When the old monk heard this, he couldn't believe it, he felt that this was too badly injured by the old way. Hallucinations were generated.

"Old monk, what's wrong with you?" Lao Dao finally remembered to express his condolences to his old comrades-in-arms.

"Dislocated shoulders. It has never had time to be cured. ”

"Then you come here, I'll figure it out for you, I can't move the place."

The old monk listened and slowly moved to the old way. Although he had endured it all along, the severe pain of dislocated shoulders and broken forearms was not so pleasant.

Lao Dao tried to raise his hands, touched Lao Dao's shoulder joint, pinched his hands a few times, and suddenly exerted force, the old monk screamed, the shoulder joint of the broken arm was actually installed, but the shoulder joint of the hand that was not broken was not installed. The old monk couldn't cry or laugh, "Old Dao, the hand you got was broken, why don't you get the other side first." ”

"Hey, I wanted to do it with both shoulders, but I couldn't help it. Been here. After speaking, he pinched it again, helped the old monk to align the joint position, and then asked the old monk to prop his dislocated hand on the ground, "I have no strength, you press down hard yourself, and I will help you adjust the position." You have to suffer a little, you have to exert your strength suddenly, you have to be fast. I'll count three times and press down hard. ”

After speaking, the old monk didn't wait for the old monk to agree, so he began to count,

"1, 2, 3" three words exit, the old monk slammed down, at the same time, the old Tao's hand was also flexibly pulled, and the old monk's dislocated shoulders were finally healed.

This time, the old monk was much more at ease.

After his dislocated hands were healed, the first thing he did was to quickly bandage and fix his broken arm. All equipment, including two wooden fish mallets and a bundle of medical bandages, came from his wide monk's sleeves.

"Old monk, you can't get your hands dirty, how did you save our master and you from coming here?" The old Taoist priest suddenly thought of an important question, but in fact, he already had the answer in his heart.

"My nephew brought us in." The old monk said proudly.

"As expected," asked the old man eagerly, "where is he?" ”

The old monk pointed to the willow tree who was waiting at the back of Lao Dao's head, "Isn't it right behind your head?" ”

It turned out that Liu Shuya was hiding in the dark behind Lao Dao, and Lao Dao had been lying down and couldn't move since he woke up, so he turned his head and raised his hand, only to see the old monk and his granddaughter slightly, but he didn't find Liu Shuya.

"Please, boy, save my granddaughter?" Looking up at the willow tree, the old man immediately pleaded.

Willow didn't speak.

"Bull Nose, there is a strong enemy outside the cave, let's talk about this later." The old monk couldn't bear to discuss.

"I can't wait, my granddaughter will die. I'm going to die. Lao Dao roared, roaring while blood spilled out of his mouth. There's a lot of blood flowing now. It couldn't be sprayed anymore, only a little blood foam was stirred up.

"But if those things come in, everyone will die."

"You saved my granddaughter, and I covered you to rush out, how about it." Lao Dao said.

The old monk felt that he was so seriously injured that he was delirious, otherwise he was so seriously injured, how could he say cover.

"Please. Save my granddaughter. She's going to die," the old man was furious, sad, and cried out in despair.

The monk frowned and looked up at the willow tree. Willow was still staring at the "bat" outside the cave. The monk wanted to help Lao Dao intercede, but before he could speak, he heard the willow tree speak.

"You don't have to rush out, there is another way out. Person. How. How to save? His words still sounded awkward and unsmooth. But listening to the ears of the old man, it is tantamount to the fairy music from the sky, and even the old monk feels very satisfied and comfortable when he hears this.

"Huh? Very, very, very simply, take your blood. Just give it to my granddaughter. Lao Dao heard Liu Shuya say that he was willing to save his granddaughter, and he was overjoyed. Words do not choose words.

"Then I'm not dead." Willow asked, puzzled.

The old Taoist was speechless, and was about to explain, but was preempted by the great monk, "It won't die, you don't need all your blood, just give her a few sips."

"Don't you need to put in a vein?" Lao Dao had some doubts, and he wasn't sure what to do.

"No, as far as I know, the blood clan is not used to preach at the beginning. Drink it into your mouth and become "the old monk's way."

"You're still going to hurt me." Liu Shuya said with some puzzlement, but did not reject this matter.

"Boy, it's not to hurt, it's to save people. Save people, understand? By the way, if you save this little girl, the old Tao said, promise this little girl to you as a daughter-in-law. Pretty good, right? In order to save the little girl, the old monk actually remembered that Lao Dao didn't have four or six words at that time, and used these words to persuade Liu Shuya. And the old monk felt that Liu Shuya was left with an elder like himself, and he helped him find his wife, which was worthy of his dead sister. At that time, the old monk was very satisfied with his idea of doing it.

But in retrospect, he thought it was ridiculous.

"Daughter-in-law? Good. Then I'll give her blood to drink. However, do not have a daughter-in-law. Willow said indifferently. Even he himself didn't know what he had in mind at that time, and then he came to such a conclusion.

"As long as you're willing to save my girl, you can do anything." Lao Dao didn't know what he meant by "good", but those didn't matter at all, only saving Weiwei was the most important thing.

Willow still stared at the entrance of the cave, and then put a hand to the little girl's mouth.

"What are you doing?" The old monk and the old monk asked in unison.

"Give her blood." Willow said in a smug voice.

"She's all like this, and if you stretch out your hand like this, she will be able to drink your blood?" The old monk asked rhetorically.

"How should that be?" Willow was dazed again, but just as he was stunned, he suddenly became alert to something unusual outside the cave, so a stone he was holding in his other hand immediately shot out of the hole.

The old monk looked back, and the gray shadow flashed at the entrance of the cave, and the big gray "bat" on the dead tree opposite had disappeared.

"The gray robe's flying stiffness is more powerful than the black robe's, I'll guard the entrance of the cave, you save people." After speaking, the old monk crawled to the entrance of the cave, took out an ordinary wooden stick from his wide sleeve, and stood there guarding it.

"That thing, it's fast, can you stop it?" Willow asked.

"I can't stop it, I can't do it, try it." The old monk's eyes were fixed on the entrance of the cave, and he was ready for battle.

Liu Shuya thought about it, and quickly turned over her hand and took out the old horn scimitar. It turned out that after cutting off the head of an ancient zombie in the Qing Dynasty just now, he put the horn scimitar on his body. Willow slashed the horn scimitar in her hand, and blood gushed like a spring.

With his other hand, he broke open the little girl's slightly closed lips and forcibly poured blood into it. "Is that okay?" He asked Lao Dao.

"Alright, alright." Seeing that Liu Shuya was rescuing, Lao Dao finally put his mind at ease. He was originally extremely weak, and this tossing and turning was because he was worried about his granddaughter, so he forcibly held on. Now that his granddaughter is expected to be saved, Lao Dao immediately relaxed, lay on the ground, and didn't want to move for half a minute.

Just when the willow tree was rescuing and feeding the blood, there was another movement at the entrance of the cave, the gray figure attacked again, and the old monk swept away the enemy outside the cave with a stick.

At first, the gray-robed flying stiff was forced back, but then the flying stiff frequently sprinted into the cave, like a flying bat. The old monk was seriously injured and painful on one hand, and the other hand was difficult to support with one arm, and he gradually couldn't resist it. Seeing this, Willow wanted to put away her hand and come forward to help, but suddenly lying down slightly because of eating Willow Tree's blood, her body reacted, she actually moved, and showed a keen desire for blood, grabbed Willow Tree's arm with both hands, and her mouth instinctively came up, and she began to suck greedily.

Liu Shuya felt that blood, energy, and life were spurting out from the exit of the arteries and blood vessels in her arm, and she couldn't support it.

He didn't know if he could save this micro with such a blood volume, so he didn't dare to stop, and he felt wrong, and he was very anxious.

At this moment, the old monk exclaimed, and the gray shadow finally rushed into the stone cave, like a whirlwind, turned around in the stone cave, and then hit the willow tree. (To be continued.) )