"Master... Where am I?"

After opening his eyes, his forehead was full of sweat, and he turned his head to look behind him, and found that it was his master. lā

"Amitabha... Don't move! This is the Shaolin Temple, the tendons and veins in your body are all broken, and the teacher is using the Yijin Sutra to reshape the tendons and veins for you..."

Hearing the disciple's inquiry, the Juekong Divine Monk replied in a loud voice.

"Master... Xiao'er... How's she doing?"

Nodding weakly, his eyes full of worry, Shen Wuxian asked weakly again.

"Trace, are you talking about the female benefactor who came with you? don't worry, she is fine, but she is exhausted and has fallen asleep, and is now resting in the wing..."

Hearing this, the Juekong Divine Monk shook his head and comforted softly.

In front of him, the long hair on his temples was flying, and he clenched his teeth in pain, and after learning that Xiao'er was fine, Shen Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Scar, why are your injuries so serious, and who did it?"

The old man's eyes looked at the back of the apprentice, and the Void Divine Monk frowned and asked softly.

"Shura Palace, Ghost Yama..."

Hearing the master's inquiry, Shen Wuxian laughed at himself.

"Nonsense! Do you know that you almost died! If it weren't for the female benefactor who sent you to the Shaolin Temple in time, otherwise your life would not be guaranteed!"

Hearing this, a robe agitated, the Juekong Divine Monk's eyes widened and he reprimanded angrily.

"Master, you can rest assured that the apprentice will give it a go..."

The muscles and veins in his body were being reshaped, blood slowly overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and Shen Wuxian pleaded hoarsely.

"Don't worry? How do you reassure your teacher? You're gambling with your life! Do you understand?"

Taking a deep breath, his eyes were full of reluctance, and the Juekong Divine Monk reproached sharply.

"Scarlet, let it go..."

With that, the Juekong Divine Monk shook his head and sighed.

"No, master, if I let go, I will regret it for the rest of my life! Isn't there any regret in the master's life?"

Hearing this, clenching his teeth, his eyes full of killing intent, Shen Wuxian asked in a deep voice.

As soon as these words came out, the Juekong Divine Monk looked stunned, and his face showed a look of pain.

In my mind, I can't help but have a stunning and mischievous face.

"Amitabha..."

In a moment, waking up from the reminiscence, the monk of Juekong chanted a Buddha noise.

"Master, the apprentices already know what happened back then... You are the one who has failed her! I don't believe it, you have never regretted it!"

Hearing the master's Buddha noise, Shen Wuxian sweated painfully and said softly.

"Amitabha... It's all in the past..."

Closing his eyes, the Awakening Monk chanted in a loud voice.

"No! Although it is a thing of the past, the feelings will always remain in my heart! Master, do you know the Sikong Cliff of the Burial Flower Palace, and the cave of no return..."

His face was pale, and the sound of bones sounded from time to time on his body, Shen Wuxian gritted his teeth, and slowly narrated what he saw in the Funeral Flower Palace.

"Sikong... No return... No regrets for life..."

After a long time, after listening to the narration, the monk Juekong burst into tears and muttered with a sad expression.

Idiot! Idiot! After waiting for decades, you have no regrets!

Is it all worth it?

Tassel... In this life, this love is all about the monk who has lost you!

"Master, don't blame yourself, she never blamed you... Therefore, the vain does not want to regret for life, there are some things that must be done... Even if it's death!"

Hearing the sadness in his master's words, Shen Wuxian shook his head and read softly.

"That's it, what do you want, the master won't stop you... As a teacher, I only hope that you don't have to gamble with your own life again..."

Hearing this, the Juekong Divine Monk closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

"Trace, according to what the teacher has seen, the female benefactor ignored her own injuries in order to save you, but she was sincere... You and her..."

After sighing, remembering Xiao'er, who brought the apprentice to the Shaolin Temple, and the flesh and blood of the hands were pierced by vines, the monk Juekong asked thoughtfully.

"Master, she likes apprentices, apprentices... I like her too..."

Hearing this, his face was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, and Shen Wuxian smiled slightly.

"Amitabha... In that case, then you must always remember that no matter what you do, don't put yourself in danger, you have to think more about her..."

Hearing the disciple's admission, the Juekong Divine Monk nodded and reminded in a loud voice.

"Well, I understand..."..

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze, his brows furrowed slightly, and Shen Wuxian responded.

Then, an hour passed, experiencing the pain of reshaping the muscles and veins, Shen Wuxian turned pale, collapsed mentally, and collapsed on the bed weakly.

"Disciple, your muscles and veins have been restored, so you can rest well in the next few days, don't do your luck..."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead and blinding the apprentices on the bed, the monk Juekong said with concern.

Hearing this, he didn't even have the strength to speak, so Shen Wuxian nodded weakly.

Then, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Shen Wuxian slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Sleep..."

In front of him, seeing the apprentice sleeping, a trace of pity flashed in the eyes of the monk Juekong, and he put his hands together, walked out of the wing, and gently closed the wooden door.

"Uncle Junior, how is the injury of the junior brother?"

Outside the wing, after waiting for more than an hour, seeing Uncle Shi walking out, Liao Xu hurriedly asked respectfully.

"Amitabha... The veins and veins of the trace have been reshaped, and if you want to fully recover, you will need to recuperate in the temple for a few days..."

Closing the wooden door, the monk smiled slightly, and chanted a Buddha noise.

"Good, good... Buddha bless..."

Knowing that Shen Wuxian was no longer in trouble, everyone looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

"Uncle Shi, are you okay?"

Beside him, seeing that Uncle Shi's expression was weak, Master Lien asked with concern.

"It doesn't matter... Just by casting the Yi Jin Sutra, the internal force is extremely lost, and it can be cultivated for a few months..."

Hearing this, the Juekong Divine Monk waved his hand and said softly.

Now, for the sake of the apprentice's injury, the Juekong Divine Monk has spent nine successes, and if he does not have half a year of cultivation, his strength cannot be restored as before.

"Amitabha... It's getting late, Uncle Shi, let's rest quickly..."

Turning the Buddha beads in his hand, knowing that his uncle was exhausted, he must be tired, so he immediately said with concern.

"Well, let's all disperse, go back and have a good rest, and tomorrow you have to get up early to chant the Buddha..."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes swept over everyone, and the Juekong Divine Monk commanded.

"Yes, Uncle Taishi..."

Hearing the command, the monks gathered outside the wing room folded their hands together and chanted in unison.

After that, the monks took their leave and went back to their rooms to rest.

"Su, go and rest too, take care of the female benefactor..."

Seeing that everyone had left, blinded the three of them, the Juekong Divine Monk commanded again.

"Yes, Uncle Shi..."

He folded his hands and replied clearly.

"Well, let's go..."

Then, looking back at the closed wooden door behind him, the Juekong Divine Monk paced away with the three of them.

"Master... I'm sorry..."

After the Juekong Divine Monk was far away, on the bed in the side room, Shen Wuxian slowly opened his eyes and muttered with a lonely expression.

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