"This sword is so heavy!"

After the middle-aged monk lost the long sword in his hand, he looked shocked: "Who can swing such a big sword?"

The young monk next to him was curious: "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

The middle-aged monk said: "De Rong, you come and carry this sword!"

Hearing this, De Jong bent down and wanted to pick up the long sword on the ground, but after the hilt of the sword was in his hands, he realized that something was wrong, and shouted: "It's so heavy! Senior brother, this is heavier than the Guan Dao that exercises arm strength in our temple!"

The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes.

For example, today's weapons have begun to pursue small and flexible, and few people practice heavy weapons. Heavy weapons may have an advantage when rushing and killing on the battlefield, but when fighting one-on-one, it is too clumsy, and it is simply asking for hardship. But the big man lying on the ground, the big sword on his back is really a heavy weapon, and since he is carrying it on his back, it can be seen that he usually fights with people and uses this big sword.

The two monks already knew that this long sword weighed at least seventy or eighty pounds, and this big man actually used such a heavy big sword as a personal weapon, and his arm strength was so great that it was simply shocking.

Zhang Guangyuan looked at the middle-aged monk: "Master Desheng, is there anything wrong?"

Desheng shook his head and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing!"

He carefully probed the pulse of the big man on the ground, frowned, and said, "This person's pulse is very chaotic, it seems that his heart is damaged, and he should be unconscious due to internal injuries." De Jong, come, take a hand, let's take him to the temple and deal with it!"

Desheng looked at the red horse standing next to him and asked Zhang Guangyuan, "Monk Guangyuan, this horse is also this friend's, right?"

Zhang Guangyuan nodded hurriedly and said, "It should be his, this horse is so loyal, he knows how to drag this person out of the water, and he has been guarding it all the time!"

Desheng smiled: "Good beast, spiritual!"

After he and De Jong helped the unconscious man up, they worked together to prepare to lift the big man on horseback. Seeing this, the red horse hurriedly knelt down on his front legs and catered to the two of them.

At this time, everyone was surprised, and Zhang Xiaoyue smiled: "This horse is so smart!"

Zhang Guangyuan also said: "Good horse!"

Desheng was surprised in his heart, and he was even more sure that the identity of this comatose man must be extraordinary, such a good horse, looking at a radius of a hundred miles, could not find such a horse, and this big man carried a heavy sword, and his kung fu must not be bad, but even so, he still ended up in this step, it can be seen that he must have experienced an amazing change before.

After the two carried the big man to the horseback, they didn't dare to slack off, said hello to Zhang Guangyuan's father and daughter, and then led the red horse and left in a hurry.

Seeing that the big man was carried away, Zhang Xiaoyue's heart was empty, and she couldn't tell the loss, and asked Zhang Guangyuan: "Daddy, can I go to the temple to see him?"

Zhang Guangyuan scolded: "When we meet in Pingshui, we can already be considered worthy of him if we can save his life, what do you look at?

Zhang Xiaoyue lowered her head and said with a twisted expression: "This person is so tall, I have never seen such a tall person!"

Zhang Guangyuan saw that his daughter looked delicate and inexplicable, and said angrily: "What's so strange about being tall? People are tall and big, and they must have a lot to eat! In the event of a disaster, this kind of person is the first person to starve to death." ”

Zhang Xiaoyue stuck out her tongue, didn't dare to say more, and obediently followed Zhang Guangyuan to turn around and go home.

She didn't know that Zhang Guangyuan couldn't help blaming herself at this time: "Oh, Xiaoyue is sixteen, and I'm starting to miss my husband, and in the blink of an eye, I'm at the age of getting married! It seems that I have to find her a mother-in-law as soon as possible, and I'll go to the matchmaker tomorrow!"

Desheng and Derong were worried that the Han would be discovered, so they deliberately covered the Han with monk's clothes, led the horse to the back mountain of the Shaolin Temple, and carried the Han off the horse, Desheng went straight into the temple through the back door and walked towards the main hall.

At this time, the presiding officer of the Shaolin Temple in Putian was the Zen master Suzheng, who had excellent medical skills and profound Buddhism, and enjoyed a very high reputation in the martial arts of the entire southern six provinces.

At this time, the Manchu Qing unified the Central Plains, and the anti-Qing martial arts people in the north were killed and fled, and it was difficult to form a large-scale group, but it was the southern martial arts, because the Manchu Qing Dynasty's ruling power was relatively weak, but the anti-Qing and Ming restoration organizations have never been broken, and the leaders of these organizations are basically from Southern Shaolin, and Putian Shaolin Temple has become a stronghold of anti-Qing people in the south. The kung fu of Hong Xiguan, Fang Shiyu, Zhishan Zen Master, Wumei Shitai and others all originated from Southern Shaolin, and these people secretly contacted Shaolin disciples and secretly did a lot of things in the southern area.

Although Zen Master Suzheng was an outsider, he was also extremely dissatisfied with the Manchu Qing Dynasty, so he turned a blind eye to the Shaolin disciples' behavior of opposing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, and adopted a tacit attitude.

This time, I heard Zhang Guangyuan say that there was a person dressed as a former Ming in a coma, and Zen Master Suzheng did not dare to slack off, so he specially instructed the warrior monks Desheng and Derong to find out, and called several juniors and disciples to his side to discuss the matter together.

After Desheng entered the main hall, Zen Master Suzheng was meditating, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Desheng, have you rescued anyone?"

Desheng Heten saluted: "Abbot, the person was dragged back, but he has not woken up yet, and it seems that he has suffered a very serious internal injury. ”

Su Zheng said: "Oh? can you see where he came from?"

Desheng hesitated for a moment and said, "I didn't see it." However, just looking at this person's outfit and weapons, it should be extraordinary, and his martial arts must be very clever. ”

After telling Su Zheng about the situation of the unconscious man, he said: "Abbot, this person still has long hair from the Ming Dynasty, and I dare not carry him into the temple, in case the news leaks and is known by the Qing court to affect Shaolin." ”

Su Zheng said movingly: "There is still such a thing?"

There were several junior disciples next to him, Su Fang, Su Shan, Su Yue and other five junior disciples, and after hearing Desheng's words, everyone was surprised and looked at each other.

Among the monks of the Su generation, Su Shan was the most anxious and wise, and after a moment of silence, he instructed Desheng: "Desheng, you go and get the biggest monk's robe, and then bring a razor, and then you will go with me and the abbot to see what is going on with this person." ”

Abbot Su Zheng's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Senior brother, this is a solution!"

After a while, Desheng held a monk's robe with a razor on the monk's robe, followed Su Shan and Su Zheng, and strode towards the back mountain.

After arriving at the back mountain, seeing the appearance of the big man on the ground, Su Zheng and Su Shan glanced at each other, their eyes were very complicated, and Su Shan sighed loudly: "Amitabha, I never thought that now, there are still people who insist on the orthodoxy of the previous dynasty, which is really beyond the expectations of the old man." ”

Su Zhengdao: "Those who have this outfit are probably only descendants of Nanming." ”

He touched the pulse of the big man and said, "It's okay to say that the internal injury is not serious, but his pulse is so chaotic, this is a state of mental damage." This is strange, could it be that this person will not be able to fall into a coma when he encounters a great change?"

He asked Desheng and Derong to bring a basin of hot water from the temple, untied the long hair of the big man, and after washing the hair of the big man with hot water, he put his hands together: "Amitabha, since the donor was saved by my Shaolin, he is naturally related to my Shaolin. When the sun is over, he can leave on his own!"

He stretched out his left hand to remember the unconscious big man, and waved the razor in his right hand, brushing and brushing a few knives, and the three thousand troubled threads on the big man's head were all floating away with the wind.

Su Shan walked next to Su Zheng, bowed his head and said, "Abbot, do you want to burn a scar for him?"

Su Zheng said with a smile: "Losing his hair is already taking advantage of his coma, if you burn his scar again, I'm afraid this friend will have to make trouble in Shaolin Temple!"

At this moment, the big man with his shaved head suddenly opened his eyes, rolled over, and then made a defensive gesture, and then stood still.

Zen Master Su Zheng was taken aback: "This benefactor, the old man has no malice in losing your hair, dare to ask what you are called, how did you fall into this field?"

Dahan looked dazed, his eyes were unfocused, and he didn't say a word.

Su Zheng asked a few words one after another, but the big man didn't respond.

Su Shan said softly: "Abbot, there is something wrong with this person. ”

He scratched his head and wondered, "He seems to be sleepwalking!"