I don't know how long I slept.

It seemed that the heavy snow had stopped, and there was a cacophony of sounds outside, footsteps, and the exclamations of many people, mixed with the devotion of chanting, the ethereal spirit of wooden fish, and the screams of children.

Xia Bai opened his eyes in the dark, his body was a little stiff because he had been lying in the cold water tank for a long time, and he breathed a sigh of relief, although he would not be hurt in this near-death state, but the side effects were not small...

That is, sleep is needed to recover.

Stomp Tread...

A footstep approached at the speed of a run.

A pair of small hands pushed open the wooden lid of the water tank, and light spilled in through the gap and fell on Xia Bai's cheeks.

The probe was a little girl, with a pink cotton jacket and black braids in a scarf, who seemed to be a pilgrim who had a close relationship with the Shaolin Temple. ”

When the people outside the door heard that there were still living people, they fell silent.

Soon a man with a short beard and a monk waving long sleeves rushed in.

The monk only glanced at it, and recognized the person in the vat: "It's the nephew of the round nature." ”

But the little novice was unconscious.

"Help!"

The monk took out a golden pill the size of an egg yolk and stuffed it into Xia Bai's mouth, which had transformed into a small novice.

This elixir is a Shaolin secret medicine, which has a great effect on healing injuries and replenishing the yuan.

"It's so miserable, there's only a little monk left..."The little girl in the pink jacket stuck out her tongue.

"Jin'er, be cautious!" the short-bearded man said sharply, and then turned around to apologize to the long-sleeved monk, "Master Jingfeng, the little girl said unintentionally, don't be surprised. ”

The long-sleeved monk shook his head: "How can the old man be so attractive, but how could this Shaolin Houshan be robbed overnight... This still needs to ask the only surviving nephew.

The nephew of the Yuan Xing has always been clever, and this time he was able to escape into the water tank of the main hall, and he was lucky not to die, which was also blessed by the Buddha. ”

As the two spoke, they pulled Xia Bai, who had transformed into a little novice, out of the well, and then escorted him to the monk's house on the side, placed him on the bed, and did a simple healing process, and when his snort stabilized, it was already night.

Between Shaolin and Houshan, there are usually contacts, many people have not come to the mountain in the future, and when the snowstorm that day, there seems to be the sound of landslides and cracks, and people were finally sent to Shaolin Mountain.

Lin Changyue, the owner of the Zhendong Dart Bureau, who happened to worship the mountain with his daughter, was once an outstanding lay disciple of Shaolin, and when he saw this situation, he followed together.

After nightfall, because the snow in the mountain has not yet melted, and the Shaolin monks are worried that the corpse of the senior brother and uncle in the back mountain will be eaten by wild beasts, they stay, which can be regarded as a vigil.

The little girl in the pink cotton jacket was called Lin Rongrong, she sat curiously on the side of the little novice's bed, and when she saw the latter's eyelashes move, she hurriedly poured a cup of tea, "Are you awake?"

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Xia Bai naturally knew that the person who woke up from a serious injury would have a weak face, and then coughed a few times.

In fact, after lying on this bed for most of the day, he has already recovered almost, and it is not too easy for a master of his level to make his face like gold paper.

"Please have tea. ”

Lin Rongrong handed over the water glass.

Xia Bai took a sip and said gently, "Thank you." ”

When he saw the little girl, he was about to get up and shout, and he said softly, "Can you help me up and walk first, I want to go out and have a look." ”

Lin Rongrong felt that Xiao Shami was quite pitiful, so she ran to the side and brought him a thick monk's robe.

After Xia Bai was wrapped, he got out of bed, and with the support of the little girl in the pink cotton jacket, he walked out of the monk's house on the side of the main hall.

In the hall, the head fragments of the jade Buddha statue have been swept clean, and the headless Buddha statue reveals a little weird, outside the door, the ever-bright soul-attracting lamp floats in the air, and the candle flame in the lamp is neatly arranged, and it is opened under the eaves.

After each candle flame, a monk is quietly knocking on the wooden fish, playing with the Buddha beads, and reciting the scriptures of the requiem.

Xia Bai didn't care about this, he wanted to know where those forty-two chapters had gone when he fought with the Jade Buddha before?

He didn't want the basket to be empty.

"Round nephew, are you awake?"

At this moment, on the side of the corridor with lights, a long-sleeved monk stepped in, "How is your body recovering?"

"Ahem..."It seems that Xia Bai coughed twice without the cold wind in the late winter in the mountains.

He didn't know what to call the old monk in front of him, and he was afraid of revealing his stuffing, so he said in fear, "Demon, there is a terrifying demon, pushed open the temple door... The clutches of the devil fell from the sky, it was so scary!"

His body trembled.

Master Jingfeng showed a solemn expression.

Demon?

A clutch from the sky?

Xia Bai suddenly asked: "What about the scriptures, the ancestors have been remembering the scriptures, and they refuse to flee, and they want to fight a decisive battle with the demons... The demon had extremely long claws, like knives, and I just looked at it and hid.

What about the scriptures!

Where are the verses!!"

His body trembled, but he still seemed to care about the inheritance of Shaolin.

When Master Jingfeng heard this little novice say this, he probably had a picture in his heart, that is, he lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "Amitabha, the catastrophe came out, and Uncle Shi and they also died to protect my inheritance."

Round master nephew, you don't need to worry, although the scriptures are damp, but after drying during the day, they have dried a lot, and now they are placed in the small room in the side hall, and tomorrow, we will take them back to Shaomuro Mountain together.

You can recuperate first, and then talk to us slowly.

The Buddha has compassion, and there is also the angry eyes of Vajra, this matter is not over!"

The main hall is huge, and there are many rooms in the side halls.

Xia Bai asked out loud, "Which room?"

Master Jingfeng's eyes narrowed, and then he turned around.

"I want to see... The things that the uncles desperately protected are still there. Just take a look. ”

Xia Bai's vocal cords were excited.

Master Jingfeng clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", but his fingers that fluctuated the rosary suddenly became faster.

When Xia Bai heard the sound, his eyes skimmed over, and he happened to touch the monk, and they parted with a touch.

Master Jingfeng: "Senior nephew, come with me." ”

Stepping in the empty hall, the sound of chanting scriptures seemed to be far away.

The light of the candle flame and the moonlight is also far away.

Master Jingfeng pushed open a door, "This is it." ”

Xia Bai stepped into it, and the two warrior monks who were guarding the house stood up and folded together, and he also returned the salute in the same way.

In my eyes, there is a book of scriptures spread flat, but I can't see it at all.

So, he asked, "Are they all here?" I don't want my uncle to protect the fruits of their lives in the damage. ”

Master Jingfeng narrowed his eyes, "It's all here, Master Yuanxuan and go rest with ease, everything will be fine." ”

Xia Bai seemed to be a little sobbing, and his vocal cords whimpered: "Okay... Good. ”

On the way back to the house, Lin Rongrong walked over from the opposite side with a smile, pinched a handful of grilled vegetarian meat gluten in her hand, and gave half of it to Xiao Shami, "Little master, are you hungry?"

Xia Bai smiled gently, but didn't take the gluten, "Thank you, donor, it's just... I feel a little uncomfortable now, I have no appetite and I don't want to eat. ”

He didn't want to owe anyone a favor, so he didn't take this gluten.

If you take it, you owe it.

If you owe love, you must pay it back.

However, here, he is destined to repay any love.

Not only is it not repaid, he may have to make up a killing, but I just hope that these monks and heroes can be confused for a while, and save themselves...

...

After midnight, before dawn.

A ghostly figure appeared outside the book-drying hut, the door gently opening with a shrill creak.

The sound seemed to alarm the warrior monks who were guarding.

One of them said: "It seems that the wind is coming." ”

He got up and closed the door, but when he got to the door, he saw a pair of eyes in the dark, which were reflected in the faint blue light, with a look of hell.

The door was blown open as if it was blown open, and a sharp knife pierced directly through the neck of the monk who closed the door, and the black shadow swept in like the wind, shielding the monk with the sight, and closing the door with his left hand at will.

With another sword, he slashed the warrior monk who had just become alert.

After the two bodies are arranged.

He hurriedly bent down to find the seven lost copies of the Forty-Two Chapters.

"One, two... It's not... Three books... Four, five..."

Xia Bai rummaged quickly.

At this time, there was a sudden light outside the door, dense footsteps came from all directions, and torches illuminated this ancient temple with many corpses.

The night began to boil.