After the white-clothed monk scolded himself, he squinted at a few people, touched his chin and said to himself: "These obscure qi have been honest before, and I shouldn't have seen it, why did there appear so many pestering them this time, right?" The monk raised his chin towards the carriage and asked, "What's in the carriage?"

The nine people instantly seemed to be facing a great enemy, and quickly lined up in a row to block the front of the carriage, Yu Kunlun took two steps, looked at the white-clothed monk, saw that his robe was neat, and his face was delicate and upright, and he arched his hand and said: "Thank you for saving the master, and ask me bravely, is the master practicing in Qinglu Academy?"

The white-clothed monk was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself: When did this little Qinglu Temple become so famous? Someone actually heard about it? nodded and said, "Yes and what." ”

The tense atmosphere on the side of the Xuanjia camp eased instantly, Yu Kunlun showed joy on his face, and said bluntly: "It turns out that the master is the senior monk of Qinglu Academy, and finally let us find you, in the carriage is my son-in-law, who has a strange illness and is in danger, and I met Master Fangzheng on the road, and he guided us to Dafengshan Qinglu Courtyard, saying that he can cure my son-in-law." ”

The white-clothed monk rolled his eyes and said with a lack of interest: "Then you can wait for the old bald donkey to come back." ”

Seeing that this monk did not respect Master Fang Zheng, Yu Kunlun asked suspiciously: "I don't know when Master Fang Zheng will come back?

The white-clothed monk clasped his hands behind his head, turned around and walked slowly, and said weakly: "You ask me, who do I ask, Lao Tzu was deceived by the old bald donkey into this mountain, and he hasn't seen him for five or six years." ”

Yu Kunlun was anxious when he heard this, and was about to step forward to stop the monk, when a crisp voice came from behind, "Ask the master to help and save Brother Xuanji!"

Xiaoqing followed Zhao Wan'er, passed through Yu Kunlun and the others, and bowed down to the white-clothed monk from afar, her tone full of pleading.

Suddenly heard a woman speak, the white-clothed monk was startled, turned around stiffly, looked at the beautiful woman in red, and then looked at the young and lovely little maid in Tsing Yi, with a smile on her face, stretched out her hands and trotted over to help the two of them up diligently, and said again and again: "Hey, hey, the two girls hurry up, if the little monk can help the two young ladies, it is a great honor!"

Several people in the Xuanjia Battalion had strange faces, and secretly slandered in their hearts, they really said the wrong thing just now, they should be scolded, where is this master! It's like a gangster who has never seen a woman.

Yu Kunlun saw that Xiaoqing was picked up by that person, and secretly decided that if this monk healed his son, if he would only have a flamboyant tongue and no proper shape, he would chop off his claws and feed them to the fish, and completely forget about what he had just been saved.

I didn't expect this monk to agree so happily, Zhao Wan'er hurriedly pulled up his sleeve and ran to the carriage, and said as she ran: "Master, come and see, Brother Xuanji, he seems to be getting more and more serious, and he is cold, if I hadn't tried his breathing every once in a while, I would have thought he..."

The white-clothed monk hurriedly comforted: "Girl, don't worry, since the old bald donkey asked you to come here, there must be a solution, and besides, the girl doesn't want to be called by the master, my name is Bai Wunian, I am only twenty this year, and I am not a monk, I will go to the carriage to take a look first." ”

Zhao Wan'er looked at the back of the white-clothed monk, a little uneasy, this person spoke nonsense, and she didn't know if it was reliable, thinking of Li Xuanji in the carriage, she couldn't help but feel sad.

As soon as Bai Wunian stepped into the carriage, he felt that something was wrong, it was unreasonably cold inside, and he saw a person in the corner covered with a quilt, thinking that this person should be the son in their mouth, leaning over and lifting the quilt, only to feel that there was no half of heat inside, and a gust of yin wind came to his face, and he waved this yin qi with his hand, and began to observe the handsome son in front of him.

In the dim light, I saw that his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were closed, there was no trace of blood on his moderately thick lips, a thick black qi lingered on his forehead, and his body was also shrouded in a faint black mist.

Bai Wunian stretched out his hand and tried it under his nose, withdrew his hand and rubbed his chin, and muttered, "I'm afraid that ordinary people have already been reincarnated a few times like this, and it's really strange that this person still breathes." As he spoke, he opened his palm and looked at it carefully, it was already blue, and he reached out and tried it on his forehead, all of which were signs of a dead person, so what was the matter with this breath?

The white-clothed monk's eyes turned, his palm gently pressed against the young man's heart, the majestic qi machine was slowly conveyed, and the palm gradually emerged with golden light, and in an instant, he quickly withdrew his palm, and put it in front of his eyes, a small scratch that was deep and visible appeared in the palm of his hand, if it weren't for his keen perception, at this moment, the palm of his hand was afraid that it had been pierced by that fierce sword qi!

"Master Bai, how's it going?" Zhao Wan'er's anxious voice sounded outside.

Bai Wunian glanced at the white-robed boy deeply, put the quilt back on him, turned around and walked out of the carriage, his right hand clenched into a fist behind him, and a little golden light seemed to leak out from his fingers, "Don't worry, girl, although your brother's illness is weird, he won't die for a while, you can go up the mountain with me and settle down first." ”

Now that the matter was settled, and the people had settled down for a while, and let the horses rest for a while, they asked the white-robed monk to sit down in front of the carriage, pointed out the direction, and set off again along the path.

After walking for nearly an hour, I turned a few forks in the road, and finally saw a temple.

The temple is built on the mountainside of Dafeng Mountain, the courtyard wall of apricot yellow is somewhat dilapidated, climb the stairs and go up, in the middle is a lacquered red building door, the three words of "Qinglu Courtyard" above are solemn and heavy, open the gate and see a courtyard paved with bluestone, there are several ancient cypress trees planted in it, there is a main hall in the middle, there are faint candlelight flickering, there are four tile houses on the left and right sides, for people to live.

Everyone followed the white-clothed monk into the courtyard, Zhao Wan'er looked around, and asked, "Master Bai, why doesn't this Qinglu Courtyard seem to have anything, and you live here alone?"

Bai Wunian laughed when he heard this: "Let the girl laugh, Fangzheng's old bald donkey is wandering outside, and I will take care of it alone, but if the girl wants to live for a long time, I will be able to get a few beautiful small buildings in less than two days, and the Tongtian Waterfall in the back mountain is also very majestic, and the girl can also go shopping when she has time..."

The girl in Tsing Yi walked past him with a futon in her arms, and snorted coldly: "You monk can't talk nonsense, my young lady won't live here permanently, you will die of this heart!" After speaking, he sprinted two steps and followed into the house.

The white-clothed monk looked up at the sky, and scolded Fang Zheng who tricked him to the mountain ten thousand times in his heart.

Half an hour later, Zhao Wan'er made a vegetarian meal with her own hands, everyone consumed a lot of energy during this time, and after a while, they ate a clean gold, Bai Wunian was also absent-minded when she saw her eating, knowing what she was thinking, and promised to treat your brother tomorrow, and after a few people thanked him, he returned to the selected residence one after another.

Li Xuanji was placed in a wing room near the side of the gate, and the nine people of the Xuanjia Battalion took turns guarding the door, Zhao Wan'er wanted to live in it together, but thinking of the important place of Buddhism, she lived in the room next to it.

There was no moon in the sky, the night was getting thicker, and the wind was blowing again.

The white-clothed monk routinely put on several incense sticks in the main hall, dodged the two guards, and quietly climbed out of the courtyard wall.

Outside the Qinglu Courtyard was a dense forest, Bai Wunian walked slowly in it, playing with a string of Bodhi prayer beads in his right hand, muttering with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Interesting and interesting, as soon as this wave of people comes, not only will there be a gloomy atmosphere, but there seems to be something else hiding waiting for the opportunity to move, when is Dafeng Mountain so lively, if you don't come, why don't I go to find you!"

After speaking, he stopped, looked up at the inky sky, stepped out of a deep pit on the ground with his right foot, turned into a streamer, jumped to the top of a towering tree, and in the cold mountain wind, he aimed at a certain direction, and a few fell to a waterfall.

This waterfall is huge, like an upside-down Milky Way, flying down from the top of the mountain, carrying earth-shattering power into the deep pool halfway up the mountainside, bursting out with a deafening roar.

Bai Wunian came to the edge of the deep pool silently, squatted down and plunged one hand into the cold pool water, squinting as if feeling something, and suddenly grinned, "Found it!"

I saw that the light suddenly shone under the deep pool, and ten thousand golden lights rose with the monk's slowly standing body, like the morning sun going out to sea.

The golden light the size of the deep pool, after the white-clothed monk's right hand was withdrawn from the water, quickly shrank and condensed into his hand, forming a golden ball.

Bai Wunian looked at a black fish imprisoned by the golden light in his hand, and said with a sneer: "You beast knows that cultivation is not easy, but you dare to approach Qinglu Courtyard, who gave you the courage?"

The black fish squeaked in the golden light, twisting the fish body desperately, but it couldn't rush out, and the slightest black gas diffused from its body, and the golden ball turned into a black ball after a while.

Seeing this, the white-clothed monk shouted angrily: "I don't know how to resist but I dare to resist, master, I will send you to Abi Hell!" The hand holding the black fish suddenly soared with golden light, accompanied by a terrible scream, the golden light gathered again, this time until it turned into a small black and gold bead.

Bai Wunian snorted coldly, threw the beads into his mouth, and swallowed them into his stomach, and couldn't help but burp after eating.

"I don't know the height of the sky, I don't honestly hide from the cultivation, but I want to come out to make ingredients, it's really a big ambition, it's terrible!" The white-clothed monk's face changed greatly, he turned around and rushed towards the temple gate with a curse, and his figure disappeared into the jungle in an instant.

Outside the courtyard, a red shadow staggered towards the courtyard gate, as if it had to use all its strength with every step of approach.