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Ling Muyu's face was full of emotion, and he just said in a low voice: "This kind of thing, relying on the Buddha is only afraid that it will not work." ”

"Master Ling, what are you talking about?" Zhi Ding asked without hearing clearly.

Ling Muyu smiled, "It's nothing, I like to talk to myself." Touching the clothes that were almost dry, he took them off and put them on, and said to Zhiding: "Thank you Little Master Zhiding, I still have something to do next, so I won't bother here." After saying that, he strode away from Yongquan Temple, leaving Zhiding, who felt a little strange in place, standing in a daze.

Ling Muyu walked out of Yongquan Temple, but he was not in a hurry to find the mourning villager, but turned to the side of the road and burrowed into another deep mountain and old forest. Walking aimlessly around the east and west of the mountains.

"I just hope that the tiger in the mountains is not a simple rumor. Ling Muyu muttered, it turned out that he was walking around looking for the traces of the tiger.

He was worried about how to make the government believe in him and cooperate with the action, but it turned out that by coincidence, there was now something that could perfectly solve this premise. Ling Muyu has walked the rivers and lakes in the past two years, and has also had some dealings with people in the imperial court. I know in my heart that all the official governments, whether they are under Wudang Mountain or in Fuzhou City, have two characteristics, one is to bully the soft and fear the hard, and the other is to see the money and open their eyes, and they can't afford to be early if they are not profitable.

Slaughtering the tiger in the mountain with his own hands can be regarded as a great help to Yongquan Temple, and at that time, it is natural to ask the old abbot or Zhiding's master to help introduce people who know this Fuzhou government. Whether it is tiger skin or tiger bones, they are all precious things, one is to let those officials taste some sweetness, and the other is to prove their skills and abilities, so that they can believe that they can completely help them go up to the mountain of mourning. In fact, with Ling Muyu's ability, there are naturally other ways to obtain the cooperation of the government, but since he has formed this relationship with this Yongquan Temple by chance, and heard about the tiger disaster, as a disciple of Wudang, he naturally can't just ignore it. "Since you have encountered it, anyway, you can kill three birds with one stone, kill harm, bribe the government, and show your martial arts skills, why not do it?" Ling Muyu said in his heart.

Ling Muyu walked to the bank of the mountain stream and found a few tiger claw footprints, and was overjoyed: "After all, I didn't run in vain, there are really fierce tigers here, and looking at this footprint, it is obviously not one." Following the trail all the way, I finally found a black and yellow striped tiger shadow in a clearing in front of a cave.

"Yo, two ends, it's really not small. Looking at it like this, it's still a male and a female. Ling Muyu looked at the two fierce tigers in front of him that were intimidating to ordinary people, but his heart was very relaxed. "The beast is only four-legged, and even if it is ten times stronger, how can it be more dangerous than a human. Ling Muyu had already begun to think about how he should bring the corpses of these two behemoths down the mountain.

At this time, the two white-fronted beasts that were originally napping there also smelled the smell of the living at this time, and roared towards Ling Muyu, and for a while, the tiger roared in the mountains and forests, only the birds and beasts were scattered, and then there was silence all around.

Ling Muyu said in his heart, "Good guy, the momentum is not small, this voice was heard by the people under the mountain, and I don't know how to spread it." Seeing the two behemoths in front of him that were thinner than his own body rushing towards him, Ling Muyu didn't panic at all, and unfolded Tiyun Zong's light skill to dodge to his side, "If it were my second brother Qin or other senior brothers here, I might still want to learn from you, but I, Ling Muyu, am the first lazy person in the Seven Scholars of the Xuanmen, and I am too lazy to do it when I can, so how can I find myself unhappy." As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out some pale yellow powder from the bottle, waved his palms, and used his internal strength to wave the powder towards the two fierce tigers in front of him.

Strange to say, as soon as the two came into contact, the king of the forest, who was usually proud of his might, instantly had weak limbs, and fell directly to the ground under his feet, and then only heard a few low tiger roars, and then fell directly into a deep sleep.

His Wudang disciple walks the rivers and lakes, has always been upright and bright, and never prepares any drugs and poisons, so although Ling Muyu is proficient in this way, he has never prepared wound medicine and not poison, just because Ling Muyu has always considered handling things with "great thoughtfulness" It is known that last night for the first time found that a sea of troubled flowers, in addition to preparing for the escape road, he also collected a lot of troubled sun pollen for future emergencies, and when he was looking for the tiger shadow before, he was ready not to fight with the tiger, along the way, found a lot of herbs, and blended with them, fully stimulated the medicinal properties of the sunflower itself, making the drug that originally needed to slow onset become a potent drug with direct action.

"Alas, if only the man on the mountain of mourning was as easy to deal with as the beast in front of him. Fortunately, it was well preserved, and when I fainted, it was not washed away by the stream. Ling Muyu stepped forward, worried that the medicine was insufficient, and poured some powder into the mouths and noses of the two tigers, and then slapped several palms on each of the two tigers with both palms, one left and one right. "Okay, this time, the medicinal power directly enters the body, and my internal force is even more urgent, even if it is a strong beast, I am afraid that it will not wake up in a day or two. Then he pulled out the Dao Xuanxing Yi Sword from behind him, and was about to slash down towards the tiger's neck, but back and forth, hesitated for a long time, and finally looked at the sword in his hand, and sighed, "You have been with me for a year, and you haven't seen human blood a few times, so why use the blood of the tiger's neck to defile the sword body, or not, the trouble is a little troublesome, just take it down the mountain, a living tiger is always more valuable and more convincing." Besides, I'm not a hunter or a butcher, and I can't kill anyone, let alone kill two tigers. With this in mind, he returned his sword to its sheath.

At dusk, outside the city of Fuzhou, in the largest living room of Yongquan Temple. Ling Muyu was feasting, and he took a lot of effort to bring the two fierce tigers all the way from the mountain to this Yongquan Temple, and he didn't know how many exclamations he had caused along the way. "If it weren't for the skinning and bone-splitting, it would be too bloody and cruel, who would want to walk such a long way with such a heavy thing at two ends, but I would be exhausted. Ling Muyu thought about it as he took the tea brought by Zhiding, took a big sip, and finally relieved a little tiredness.

Zhiding's master, Monk Yuanzhou, sat on the side, smiled and closed his mouth, and said, "Lord Ling is still satisfied with these meals, Lord Ling Shi has made great merit in removing this great harm for my Yongquan Temple and the surrounding people. I didn't expect Master Ling to look so young, and his skills are so good, Amitabha, amazing!

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