When a man in white heard this, he hurriedly gestured to the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine. The wide-eyed Great Sacrifice Wine looked the visitor up and down a few times, and then smiled coldly and gestured a few times. The man in white hurriedly said loudly: "We said that the big sacrificial wine has nothing to do with you monks, you want to go over even if you want to go over, but these two eagle dogs of the court can't let go of them no matter what!" ”

Xiao Shami also smiled when he heard this, "Amitabha, looking at the rivers and lakes today, no one dares to say a word in front of my master. You demons and outsiders dare to be so arrogant and rude, you are pretending to be haunted here, killing and killing people, and you don't blame the little monk Guangji for being rude! ”

Guangji said a few steps and rushed to the front of the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, and a Luohan fist with a strong wind hit the door of the Hirome Great Sacrifice Wine Noodles. Guangmu Dashi did not panic, and saw that Guangji's punch was about to hit his cheek, the scimitar in his hand suddenly rose, and before everyone could see clearly, he had slashed towards Guangji's arm. Guangji looked at the scimitar in disbelief, and it was too late to dodge. If this knife really hits, his right arm must be cut in two.

Murong Yunyao just wanted to come to the rescue, when she suddenly felt a strong wind blowing around her, which made her a little out of breath. Immediately, the wind died down, and there was a loud bang in mid-air, as if a sharp blade was slashing at a boulder as hard as iron.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, this terrifying scene. But seeing that the middle-aged monk didn't know when, he had floated from the valley to the front of the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, and with a slight pull of his right hand, he protected Guangji behind him, and his left arm took the knife of the Hirome Great Sacrifice Wine. If an ordinary person is slashed in the arm by such a sharp sword, he will inevitably be cut off by Qi Heel. But the middle-aged monk in front of him was not only unscathed, but even his sleeves were not damaged.

The wide-eyed priest wine looked at the monk's gaze, and from the arrogance of Fang Cai, he suddenly became extremely afraid. The scimitar in her hand made several moves in a row, and the knife slashed at the monk's vital point, but instead of hurting the monk in the slightest, her own tiger mouth was shocked to the point of innumbity, and the scimitar almost flew out of her hand.

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly, "Female donor, you must know that my Buddha not only talks about the Bodhisattva's low eyebrows, but also talks about the angry eyes of Vajra." If you are obsessed with it, the poor monk will have no choice but to offend. ”

The wide-eyed sacrificial wine could not communicate directly with this divine monk, so he had to raise his hand to signal to a man in white. The man in white immediately understood, and then said to the monk: "May I ask which treasure temple is this master ordained in?" What is the name of the law? ”

The middle-aged monk said: "Amitabha, the poor monk is a monk in Shaolin Temple, and the Dharma name is to repay his kindness." With his words, not only was the wide-eyed Great Sacrifice Wine taken aback, but even Murong Yunyao and Wan Jianfeng were dumbfounded.

The wide-eyed Grand Sacrificial Wine sighed, put away his scimitar, waved his hand at the many people in white, and flew away reluctantly. The ghostly white-clothed monsters also followed her and disappeared into the dense jungle in a blink of an eye.

Murong Yunyao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw them leave. Then he turned to the middle-aged monk and said in disbelief: "Are you really the abbot of Shaolin, the master of repaying your kindness?" The magic skill you just used is the Vajra Wuxiang Gong that you have created in the past ten years, right? ”

Bao En looked at Murong Yunyao sideways, and said approvingly: "Amitabha, this female benefactor is really well-informed. can't help but remind the poor monk of the old man! ”

Wan Jianfeng said with a smile: "Master, you are really a living bodhisattva, if you don't show up again, our lives will be over!" You can't really be summoned by Ben Shaoxia's spell, right? Otherwise, in the middle of the night, a few of you monks went to this ghost place to practice which sub-meditation and which sub-sutra to recite? ”

reciprocated the favor with a smile, "Haha, the young man is joking." At the invitation of Senior Brother Kuang Yue, the poor monk came to Qu Yue to do things for the lord of the Li State, so as to take the opportunity to persuade the two countries to make a truce and stop making and killing evil. Passing through this place tonight, my master and apprentice were resting in the ancient temple not far ahead, who knew that someone was secretly poisoning us, thanks to the blessing of the Buddha, and did not let the villain kill him. The poor monks didn't want to do much, but the young disciples were young and vigorous, and they were bound to capture this gang of gangsters to ask what was going on, and the poor monks had to follow them. I waited all the way to chase the gangsters to this valley, but unexpectedly, the gangsters took advantage of the seclusion of the forest and valley and disappeared without a trace. The poor monk wanted to retreat, but suddenly heard the sound of fighting in the valley, lest any benefactor be plotted by the villain, so he hurried here.

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Murong Yunyao, his eyes became very complicated, and he hesitated for a long time before he made up his mind, and asked, "Please Rongping Monk talk more, dare to ask what is the relationship between this female benefactor and Murong Yanyun, the Great Yan Emperor in the past?" Do you know the former Song princess Zhao Chanxue? ”

Murong Yunyao was puzzled: "It's strange! Why is it that in the past few years, this girl has been in the rivers and lakes, and people often ask me what is the relationship between me and Murong Yanyun, the Great Yan Emperor? This girl is the daughter of Murong Yanzhao, the founding father of the Great Song Dynasty, if I have to say what is the relationship between me and Murong Yanyun, then this girl tells you that we are enemies. ”

Bao En shook his head and whispered to himself, "Impossible! With the appearance and martial arts of the donor, she is not like the daughter of Murong Yanzhao, but more like the queen of Murong Yanyun. But why did this female benefactor say that she and Murong Yanyun were enemies? It's really weird! ”

His thoughts seemed to fall into the past as he spoke, but soon he muttered in surprise, "Could it be ...... Could it be that she is the child who was lost before the clear space in the past, and she is just the same age. It's a pity that the matter on the side of the lord of Li is very important, if the poor monk goes one day late, there will be countless more unjust souls in hell, and it really can't be delayed for a moment, otherwise I have to find out about this matter! ”

After thinking about repaying the favor, he clasped his hands together at the two of them, and said respectfully: "Amitabha, now that the evil demons have retreated, the two of you can rest assured that you can go out of the valley, and our master and apprentice should continue to hurry." After he finished speaking, he calmly left with his two apprentices.

Murong Yunyao saw that the three of them were gone, and said to Wan Jianfeng: "Stinky for food, this girl is seriously injured and has no strength to turn back." You go back and tell General Liu that they will advance into the Lonely Soul Gorge overnight and kill Guluo City without realizing it. ”

Wan Jianfeng shook his head, "Little witch, don't think about it, although this group of gangsters was scared away by the Master of Repaying Kindness, it is difficult to guarantee that when the army enters the canyon, they will not come back." With the martial arts of that female devil, if you really want to kill a horse pistol, don't say that the army doesn't know how many casualties will be killed, even you and I may not be able to survive again. ”

Murong Yunyao said angrily: "Then according to what you say, we fought in vain this night, the soldiers we brought died in vain, and the injuries of this girl were also in vain?" ”

Wan Jianfeng said: "I can't say that, at least this young man can go along the road to find Lord Hou, let him quickly lead the army to the rescue, and General Liu to fight back and forth, even if this group of ghosts comes again, we are not afraid!" ”

Murong Yunyao endured the pain and said, "Stinky food, General Liu needs you more, so this girl should go to Lord Hou." As she spoke, she walked towards the dense forest ahead, but her steps were so staggering that she nearly fell after only a few steps.

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly helped her sit down, and while tearing a few rags on her clothes, helping Murong Yunyao bandage her wounds, she said: "Little witch, you are seriously injured, and we don't have medicine on us, if you really hold on to find Lord Hou, I'm afraid that you will die on the way." It's better for you to go back to the barracks, where at least there will be a medical officer to heal your wounds and ask for help, so it's better for Ben Shaoxia to go. ”

Murong Yunyao shook his head, "No, if you are not in the army, General Liu's head is a mess, and you won't take the army into the ditch!" If I go back......" Before Murong Yunyao could finish speaking, Wan Jianfeng muttered, "Add another head of paste." Murong Yunyao wanted to reach out and pull his ears, but her arms were paralyzed, so she had to wave her hand and said: "This girl doesn't have time to grind with you here, if you grind for a while, they will really come back with the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, and none of us will survive!" She stood up and staggered forward.

Wan Jianfeng sighed helplessly, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart for the first time. He couldn't heal his injuries, and he couldn't do anything, so he had to let her go on an adventure alone. Looking at the little woman in front of him who was jealous and hateful, and did not hesitate to defend the country with her life, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of this seven-foot man. Wan Jianfeng hadn't shed tears since the day he remembered, and he couldn't help but wet his eyes when he looked at Murong Yunyao's stumbling back at this moment......

(End of chapter)