The Shaolin mastery of "Arhat Fu Demon Gong", which is pure and pure, and is the nemesis of crooked and evil ways and treacherous methods, but only the elders of Shaolin are qualified to study it.

"Shaolin?" Qi Zehui was slightly startled, Shaolin, Shaolin again.

What secrets are hidden in the temple with a long history of Buddhism, and where do you think the source of the entire rivers and lakes is gathered?

"Senior, although the journey to Shaolin is not very far, it is also a little long," Qi Zehui said with some concern, "Will my brother be able to support it until then?"

"The old man has prepared a carriage for his son, and within seven days, he will definitely be able to get to Shaolin," the blind old man sighed softly, "As for what will happen after you arrive, it all depends on the creation of the two." ”

The blind old man pondered for a moment, then took out a white bottle from inside his sleeve robe and handed it to Qi Zehui:

"This thing is the old man's unique secret 'crape myrtle Fusu pill', a total of eleven, on the way to go, if the son's breath is unstable, take a pill with water, can protect his heart from being injured by poison. ”

Qi Zehui was overjoyed, immediately took the medicine bottle, kowtowed three times to the old man, and choked up: "The old gentleman's great kindness, if there is a coming day, my two brothers will definitely repay each other!"

He stood up and turned around to hug Na Xiao, but suddenly there was an "ouch" sound, and one of them stumbled and fell to the ground.

Not for anything else, just because he was also seriously injured and should have been on bed rest, but because of Xiao's sudden situation, he forgot his body, plus he saved people's hearts and blood surged, and forcibly carried a big man on his back for more than ten miles

The blind old man's ears moved, and he helplessly leaned over to help Qi Zehui up, poured out a pill from the bottle, and said with a wry smile:

"I think you'd better eat one first......

......

The whip was raised, the hooves of the horses were flying, the coachman with a veil held the reins in his hands, and with the sound of rolling wheels, the carriage galloped all the way towards Songshan.

After leaving the blind old man, Xiao, who had been unconscious, also deteriorated. His body temperature is like the four seasons without spring and autumn, hot for a while, cold as ice cubes for a while, which makes people unpredictable at all.

In order to take better care of him, Qi Zehui had to buy some winter jackets and quilts along the way, the wooden barrels in the carriage were always full of water, and the charcoal fire in the boiler was also burning all the time. Two towels are soaked in cold and hot water, ready for emergencies.

Sometimes Qi Zehui was so sleepy that he couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but rest for a while, and when he suddenly woke up, he found that Xiao was angry and in danger, so he hurriedly poured out a "Ziwei Fusu Pill" and gave it to him.

Such care and care day and night is really instructive, so much so that later, the faces of the two Rao are almost the same.

The carriage traveled day and night, and the original journey could be reached in seven days, but because of the heavy rain, many official roads collapsed and fell, so they could only return to the original road and find another way, so that it took ten days to arrive at Songshan.

The eleven "crape myrtle Fusu pills" also happened to be eaten.

"Two, Songshan has arrived. The masked coachman coldly spat out six words, the only words he had ever said so far on the journey.

When Qi Zehui heard this, he hurriedly jumped out of the carriage with Xiao on his back, only to see that the carriage had driven to the foot of the mountain, the road had ended, and there was only a deep mountain path hidden in the depths of the branches and leaves in front of him, which was pitch black and seemed to have no end in sight.

Qi Zehui looked left and right, recognized the way, and was about to turn around to thank the coachman, but only heard a whip from a horse, and in just a moment, the carriage had already turned over the mountain road and disappeared.

He looked at it in a daze for a moment, then shook his head, and no longer had time to think about it, grabbed his friend on his back, and ran quickly towards the mountain path.

At this time, Songshan is a refreshing and fruitful autumn scene. As far as the eye can see, the mountains are all over the field, the branches and leaves are full of golden and fiery red, and the sweetness of the fruit is accompanied by the aroma of the stamens, which permeates all corners of the mountain, which is very intoxicating.

However, Qi Zehui had no intention of nostalgia for this beautiful scenery, at this time he was already anxious, and he was carrying Xiao Xiao, who had a weak breath, to run wildly on the mountain path full of moss and weeds.

Originally, he climbed Kunlun upside down like a child's play, but because of his injuries and lack of sleep, he was pale and dizzy, and when he climbed to the gate of Shaolin Temple, he was out of breath and almost fainted.

Fortunately, Qi Zehui held on, he tried to stabilize his breath, tried his best, and knocked on the door knocker of Shaolin Temple-

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Strangely, this temple, which should have been busy and lively, has not responded for a long time.

What's the matter with these bald donkeys? When there is an emergency, they don't see anyone, can't they all steal nuns outside?

Qi Zehui couldn't help but be very anxious, and couldn't help muttering in his heart with bad intentions, just about to increase his strength, and when he knocked again, he only heard a "squeak", and the door suddenly opened a hole at this time.

Qi Zehui couldn't hold back his strength for a while, and his fingers suddenly knocked on the door of Rao's head, like a loud brain crash-

"Ouch!" The one who opened the door was a rather young monk, who could eat this time, and immediately screamed in pain, and his forehead was suddenly red and swollen.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master, I didn't expect the door to open suddenly......" Qi Zehui was taken aback and hurriedly apologized.

The monk rubbed his head quite dissatisfied, and said angrily:

"Our temple has been doing things recently, and we don't accept pilgrims for the time being, donor, please go back!"

Then he will cover the door.

"Hey, hey—" Qi Zehui hurriedly grabbed the crack in the door, "Master, don't close the door, I'm not a pilgrim, I have something urgent to see your abbot!"

"Urgent?" the monk was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, yes, you see-" Qi Zehui turned sideways, revealing the faint Xiao on his back, and then folded his hands and said with an extremely sincere attitude:

"We rushed to Shaolin day and night, just to save my brother's life, and please open the door quickly, Master, if you delay any longer, I'm afraid my brother will die!"

The monk looked at it with some suspicion, and then asked, "May I ask where did you come from?"

"Where did it come from?" Qi Zehui was stunned, could it be that this holy land of Buddhism for all sentient beings also depends on people's sophistication and wealth and wealth?

He couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, so he changed his attitude and scolded the monk: "What are you rubbing against if I let you open the door? Master, I am Qi Zehui, the deputy helmsman of the righteous rudder of the beggar gang, and my master is the famous elder of the beggar gang, the elder of the iron darling! Now I order you to open the door for me immediately, immediately! If you miss a major event, it will not be enough to take your ten heads to fight your life!"

The monk was startled, folded his hands and chanted, "Amitabha Buddha is good", then hurriedly opened the door and apologized:

"It turned out to be a righteous man from the beggar gang, it's really a misunderstanding, please don't blame the benefactor, please come in quickly, please come in quickly......"

"Hmph!" Qi Zehui glared at him mercilessly, and the two of them walked quickly towards the main hall of the temple.

As Qi Zehui walked, he looked around, only to see that although the Shaolin Temple was huge, it was full of depression and dilapidation: dilapidated doors, peeling courtyard walls, painted courtyard pillars, and the ruins of broken walls that could be seen everywhere.

It seems that although the reputation of this Shaolin Temple is big, but it is very poor, it seems that the incense money of those tourists and pilgrims is not enough to repair the courtyard houses here......

"Donor, there is the Daxiong Treasure Hall in front," the monk pointed to a spire building in front of him, "The abbot should be reciting scriptures inside at this time, please go to the wing room to rest first, and let the monk go to report." ”

"It's okay," Qi Zehui nodded, and then said viciously: "Go and come back quickly, otherwise I will be angry!"

"Yes, yes, the monk will go—" The monk was obviously a little frightened, and hurriedly ran away.

Looking at the monk's panicked figure, Qi Zehui couldn't help but sigh in his heart, shook his head and said: "The Tao is a poor Tao, but the Buddha is a golden Buddha......

If the Buddha comes, he will never leave the twelve-grade golden lotus platform, and the patriarch of the three Qing Dynasty, but he will only have a few feet of mud and tiles.

......

The monk's speed was really fast, and as soon as Qi Zehui set up Xiao Zehui's bed in the wing, he saw the former knock on the door respectfully and said loudly:

"Is it convenient for Lord Qi Shi now? Master Abbot has already arrived. ”

"Convenient, convenient!" Qi Zehui was overjoyed, and hurriedly dropped his clothes to open the door, but what caught his eye was two He Sang who were about the same age

"Master, are you bluffing?" Qi Zehui looked at the left and right strangely, "Aren't you the abbot here?"

"Master Qi Shi has misunderstood," the monk looked at the young monk next to him with clear eyebrows, "This is the abbot master of our temple, Master Lichen." ”

"Abbot?" Qi Zehui looked at the man blankly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is the abbot of Shaolin, the law name is 'dust', and I have seen the Qi Shizhu. Master Lichen, who was dressed in white, bowed slightly to Qi Zehui to show respect.

"Uh, hello Master Lichen—no, the abbot master of Shaolin, isn't it Master Zhijue?" Qi Zehui asked with a look of surprise, "How can he be such a young monk?"

Hearing this, Master Lichen's face showed a trace of sadness, he sighed, folded his hands, and said softly:

"Master Qi, Master Zhijue passed away three days ago......"

"W-what-"

When Qi Zehui heard this, it was like five thunderbolts, and his eyes immediately widened and he collapsed to the ground.

Three...... Three...... It's really a creation to make people, and a creation to make people!

It turned out that the Dharma in the monk's mouth was not sacrificed to anyone else, but the first detoxification saint in the Central Plains - Master Zhijue!

"The incident happened suddenly, and the hero has not been informed yet, it is reasonable that you don't know about it," the monk hurriedly stepped forward to help Qi Zehui up, "Don't doubt it, don't look at the abbot Chen's age, but he is a disciple of Shizun, and among all the senior brothers, his rank is the highest!"

"Yes...... Be...... "Qi Zehui suddenly woke up, this abbot of Zhijue is the abbot, isn't the abbot of Lichen also the abbot? As long as he can save Xiao, what does it matter if he is a nursing child!

"Thank you for the kindness of the donor, the poor monk heard that the old gang leader Lu was brutally poisoned by the red-faced old devil not long ago, it is really miserable, people and gods are angry, and I also ask the donor to mourn. Master Lichen nodded and said.

"Yes, yes, master, you are, but there is no time for this now-" He hurriedly invited Lichen to the bed, pointed to the unconscious Xiao?, and said, "Master, please, save my brother quickly!"

Lichen looked at Xiao with a gray face, and couldn't help frowning, he reached out on the bed to catch his pulse, closed his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"Master, how is it, is there any salvation?" Qi Zehui couldn't help but be even more nervous when he saw Chen's solemn face and didn't say a word, and hurriedly asked.

Master Lichen withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice: "The poison in this benefactor is unheard of and unseen by the poor monk, and the toxin has accumulated in the bone meridians for a long time, and it is really difficult to get rid of it. ”

"Don't you Shaolin have any "Arhat Demon Suppression Gong"?" Qi Zehui said busily, "The skill is pure, the most rigid and yang, shouldn't it be a matter of one, two, three to remove this poison?"

"Alas, that's true, it's a pity that it's ......" Lichen looked like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"It's just a pity, what?" Qi Zehui had a bad blessing in his heart

"Several uncles and uncles have traveled down the mountain a few months ago, and I don't know when they will return; Master Zhijue passed away not long ago, and now the oldest in the whole temple is the oldest, I'm afraid that only the monk is ......" Lichen's face blushed, "However, the poor monk has only been the acting abbot for two days, and the "Arhat Demon Suppression Gong" that he came into contact with is only a drop in the bucket, and he can't use that internal power to drive away poison at all, at most he can only use other methods to revive this donor, as for how long it can last, it all depends on the individual's creation......"

In the dark, there seemed to be the sound of something cracking.

That was the last glimmer of hope in my heart, and it had collapsed at this moment.

Qi Zehui's heart ached, and he stumbled back two steps, so that he could hold on to the corner of the table so as not to fall.

He looked at Xiao on the bed, looked at the dust again, and opened his mouth after holding back for a long time, but it was an extremely hoarse and low voice:

"Is there any other way to save his life?"

Abbot shook his head and sighed:

"Unless there is some unknown hidden master, it ......"

"Hehe, that's it, that's it......"

Qi Zehui stumbled and paced in the room, muttering to himself, as if he had never had time to say anything before, he would have to be clean at this time.

Suddenly, he stopped, but he could no longer hear anything in his ears, only his own rumbling heartbeat.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

In the exclamation of Lichen and the master, he closed his eyes and slowly fell down......