He caught Fang Qingluan in time, and couldn't help but think that his father gave him the virtue of Shaolin martial arts secrets, knowing that he was a big trouble, but he didn't behead him immediately, but just threw him into a dry well, so that he had to keep the whole body.

At this moment, as soon as he understood Fang Tangming's intention to donate the book, he thought that his suffering was all the evil fruit of this person's planting, and he couldn't help but be furious, leaned over the well, and slapped three palms from below.

Under the three palms, there was no sound in the well, obviously the well was extremely deep, and the palm power could not reach the bottom. Da Liaokong was furious, and he threw another punch violently. This punch was thrown, and the internal breath was even more galloping, as if it was about to rush out of the 108,000 pores of the body.

He was shocked and angry, and suddenly his chest moved, and something fell from the placket of his clothes and fell into the well. Da Liaokong stretched out his hand to copy, has not been in time, hurriedly transported the "dragon hand" volley to catch down, if in normal times, will be able to catch this thing back, but at this time the internal strength is not called, just outward expansion, but can not be transported in the palm of the hand, only to hear a sound of beating, the object fell into the bottom of the well.

Da Liaokong secretly shouted: "Not good!" stretched out his hand and probed into his arms, and it was indeed the "Book of Eternal Life" that fell into the well.

He knew that his internal luck was wrong, all from the "Sutra of Eternal Life", and the bell still needed to be tied to the bell, and to solve this disaster, he had to study it from the "Sutra of Eternal Life". This is an important thing related to his life and death, how can he be lost? Without thinking about it, he jumped to the bottom of the well.

He was afraid that there would be sharp stones and hard branches at the bottom of the well to sting the soles of his feet, and he was afraid that Fang Qingluan would untie the acupoints by himself, wait for the ambush and sneak attack, and his feet did not fall to the ground, so his right hand slapped two palms downwards to reduce the momentum of the fall, and his left palm made a move to "return to the wind and fall leaves" to protect the vital points around the body.

As everyone knows, there are major changes in the internal breath, although the tricks are fine, when the force is used, it is scattered and crooked, and there is no criterion. Far from reducing the momentum of the fall, these two slaps pushed him to the ground, and with a thud, his head hit the brick on the inner edge of the well.

With his original skills, although he can't say that he has practiced into a body of copper and iron bones, but his head hits a brick like this, he will never be damaged, and the brick will be shattered, but at this moment, he feels that the Venus in front of him is rising, and the sky is spinning, and he falls to the bottom of the well.

This well has been abandoned for a long time, the leaves and grass have fallen and decayed, piled up and rotted, and all turned into soft mud, and over the decades, the soft mud at the bottom of the well has accumulated high. Da Liaokong fell, his mouth and nose were buried in the mud, and he felt that his body was slowly sinking, and he had to struggle to stand up, but his hands and feet could not use any strength.

Just as he was in a panic, he suddenly heard someone shouting: "National Teacher, National Teacher!" It was the four Tibetan warriors.

Da Liao Kong said, "I'm here!" As soon as he spoke, the mud immediately poured into his mouth, where could he still make a sound?

One person said: "The national teacher is not here, I don't know where he went?"

Another said: "I think the national teacher was impatient to wait for a long time, and his old man ordered us to press the wellhead with a big stone, and then it was done as ordered." ”

Another said: "Exactly!"

Da Liaokong shouted: "I'm here, save me quickly!" The more panicked he became, the more mud entered, and one of them was careless, and he swallowed two mouthfuls in a row, and the rancid smell was unbearable, so there was no need to say.

Only the sound of banging and rumbling was heard, and four Tibetan warriors pressed large stones onto the mouth of the well. These people respect Daliao Kong as a god, the national teacher has a life, it is no less than the king's decree, the selection of stones is not huge, stacking is afraid that it is not true, in a moment, the wellhead is firmly sealed, and the big stones of a hundred catties are piled up twelve or thirteen pieces.

I heard the four warriors pile up the boulders and roar away. Da Liao Kong thought that thousands of catties of boulders pressed the wellhead, not to mention the loss of martial arts at this moment, in the past, it was not easy to lift the boulder below, and this body was bound to die in this dry well.

He is a martial artist and a Buddhist, wise and strategic, and he is not strong in the Western Regions, and at that time, how did he know that he would be buried in the mud. How can a man die? However, it is really dishonorable to die in such a way.

Buddhism's view of this body is like a stinky skin, impermanence, impermanence is suffering, this body is not me, must be disgusted, these most basic Buddhist principles, when Da Liao Kong ascended the altar to say the Dharma, the natural wisdom is clear, the head is the Tao, and the listeners are all happy and admired.

But at this moment, when I am in a dry well, pressing against a huge rock, and holding mud in my mouth, it is very different from the situation of sandalwood fever on the altar and lotus flower on the tongue after all.

Thinking of the sadness, tears burst into my eyes. He was covered in mud and had long been dirty, but he was used to it, so he still reached out to wipe his tears, raised his left hand, and suddenly touched something in the mud, and grabbed it, it was the "Book of Eternal Life". All of a sudden, I couldn't help but laugh, the scriptures were recovered, but what was the use of them at this moment?

Suddenly, a woman's voice said: "Listen, the Tibetan warriors pressed the mouth of the well with a big stone, but how can we get out?" Listening to the voice, it was Han Ning'er.

When Da Liaokong heard the voice, his spirit perked up, and he thought: "It turns out that she is not dead, but she doesn't know who she is talking to? ”

But I heard a man's voice say, "What does it matter if I can stay with you and not go out? The Eastern Glass World, the Western Elysium, and the Heavenly Paradise of the Doushi Sky and the Night Sky are not as happy as here. ”

Da Liaokong was slightly surprised: "This kid surnamed Lu is not dead? This person was injured by my wheel knife, and he has a deep hatred for me." At this moment, my internal strength cannot be used, if he takes the opportunity to retaliate, then what will be good?"

The person who spoke was none other than Lu Qian. He had fainted when he was thrown into the well by Fang Qingluan, his hands and feet did not move, although he was in the sludge, he was not as embarrassed as Da Liaokong. The bottom of the well was narrow, and when Han Ning'er jumped into the well, it was such a coincidence, where the head fell was the "Jizhong Acupoint" on Lu Qian's chest, and after a collision, Lu Qian woke up. Han Ning'er fell into his arms, not only was she not injured in the slightest, but she didn't even splash much sludge.

Lu Qian felt that there was one more person in his arms, which was extremely strange, and he suddenly heard Fang Qingluan say at the mouth of the well: "Senior sister, after all, you love Lu Gongzi deeply in your heart, although you two can't be husband and wife in life, but they die in the same cave, and you finally have to fulfill your wish." ”

These words were clearly transmitted to the bottom of the well, and when Lu Qian heard it, he couldn't help but be stupid, and muttered, "What? No, no......! I...... How can I have such a blessing in Lu Qian?"

Suddenly, the man in his arms said softly, "Master Lu, I'm really nonsense, you've been treating me so well, I'm ...... But I ......"

Lu Qian was stunned and asked, "Are you Miss Han?"

Han Ning'er said: "Yes!".

Lu Qian has always respected her very much, and he didn't dare to have the slightest blasphemy, and when he heard that it was her, he was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly stood up to let her go.

But the bottom of the well was narrow and full of sludge, Lu Qian stood up straight, his feet sank into the mud, and the mud rose to his chest, feeling that if Han Ning'er was placed in the mud, it would be really inappropriate, so he had to hug her body horizontally and apologize again and again: "Offended, offended! Miss Han, we are in the mud, so we have to obey the power." ”