Three thousand miles east of the temple, in the dense forest in the Miaoxiang Mountain, a gust of wind blew, and a figure shuttled quickly in the forest, and his speed was still extremely fast when he was still carrying a person on his back. It's just that the look and tiredness in his eyes can't be hidden.

This person is Ning Zhe who escaped from Yang Shaoqi and others, and on his back is Jian Zhu, who is still sealed with spiritual power. Although a night has passed since that battle, Ning Zhe has used all his spiritual power to hurry, so the seal in Jian Zhu's body has never had time to be unlocked. Thinking of the scene when he was leaving, Ning Zhe felt a heart-rending pain in his heart.

In the face of the siege of Yang Shaoqi and the three of them, Zen Master Lianxin blew up the relics in front of him without hesitation, and in order to send the two of them away, Zen Master Lianxin used all the spiritual power in his body to throw Ning Zhe and Jian Zhu out. However, he himself was never able to escape.

The master of the third stage of the sacrificial realm, the supreme treasure relic of the Buddha Sect, and the Lotus Heart Zen Master, who was shocked by the world's Buddha skills, actually fought to the death in order to save two disciples who did not belong to the same sect. In his body, Ning Zhe understood the mantra of Buddhism that I don't go to hell, who goes to hell. It was also through contact with Zen Master Lianxin that Ning Zhe's sense of identity with this body increased again.

Now he is bleeding all over his body, the blood scabs that have condensed in his mouth and nose are about to cover half of his face, and the meridians in his body seem to be broken inch by inch, if it weren't for the endless golden light spots that are constantly repairing his body, I'm afraid he would have been a dead man a long time ago.

Even so, he still tightly grasped the Jianzhu on his back, ran for more than 700 miles, and came to this Miaoxiang Mountain.

Along the way, Jian Zhu on his back didn't say a word, but the tears in his eyes poured down, and they had already soaked half of Ning Zhe's shoulder.

Ning Zhe seemed to feel Jian Zhu's fluctuating emotions, and gasped and said: "A few hundred miles ahead, out of Miaoxiang Mountain is Qianling Mountain, where the Temple of Relief is located, and when we get there, we will be safe." ”

Although Jian Zhu still couldn't operate her spiritual power, she still had no problem talking, she glanced at Ning Zhe, who was running wildly, and said worriedly: "Ning Zhe, this matter is not so simple, Yang Shaoqi's matter is only with us and ...... The three of them saw it, and now that Zen Master Lianxin is dead, I'm afraid no one will believe anything. If Yang Shaoqi blames us for the death of Zen Master Lianxin, then ......"

Ning Zhe's footsteps didn't stop, but he didn't answer immediately, and was silent for a moment before saying: "No matter what, we have to go to the Disaster Temple, and the relics of Zen Master Lianxin are still on me, and they must be returned to the Disaster Temple, and this matter must be done." But don't worry, I'll hide you in a safe place before going up the mountain, and if I can't get down, you'll ...... You can go back to the Tibetan Flower Building on your own. ”

A trace of anger flashed in Jian Zhu's eyes, and he said loudly: "Ning Zhe, what do you mean by this, are you going to throw me down halfway?" Don't worry, whether it's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, I ...... I'll be with you. ”

After speaking, she suddenly felt that this sentence was too affectionate, and hurriedly explained: "I...... I mean, with me here, it's easier for people at the temple to believe. ”

Ning Zhe smiled bitterly and shook his head, Jian Zhu was right, how could this matter be so simple, the two of their junior disciples accused the Taiyin Sect without evidence, and no one would easily believe it. I am afraid that not only will the accusations fail, but they will also be killed. However, in life, there are things to do and things to do, not to mention that Zen Master Lianxin died to save them. His last wish, Ning Zhe must help him fulfill it.

When the sky was bright, the two finally came to the foot of Qianling Mountain. The Qianling Mountain Range has a radius of more than 3,000 miles, and it can be said to be the largest mountain range in Denmark. The ancient temple in the deep mountains, the Buddhist holy land of the temple is located on the Qianling Mountains.

After entering the Qianling Mountain Range, Ning Zhe and Jian Zhu's hearts were relieved, although they didn't know where the Crossing Temple was, but they couldn't be wrong to walk in the direction of the strong aura.

After walking for a few hours, Ning Zhe only felt that there was no longer the slightest strength in his body, and Jian Zhu on his back could move his hands and feet.

Just as he swept down from a hill again, he heard a loud shout from the side: "What kind of person dares to trespass on the important place of the difficult temple." ”

Before the words fell, several figures fell from the sky and landed in front of Ning Zhe and the two, only to see that these people were dressed in yellow, with Buddha seals on their heads, each holding a long stick in their hands, and they were looking at Ning Zhe and the two with fierce eyes.

Ning Zhe and Jian Zhu glanced at each other, and Ning Zhe spoke: "Down there is Ning Zhe, a disciple of the Xuanling Sect, and she is Jian Zhu, a disciple of the Tibetan Flower Building. ”

One of the monks at the head looked at Ning Zhe and the two of them carefully, and then said, "In that case, you can come with me." ”

As he spoke, he moved out of the way, obviously letting Ning Zhe take the lead.

Ning Zhe nodded, and was about to walk forward, but he felt that his eyes were dark, his feet were empty, and the whole person fell to the ground, unconscious......

Ning Zhe originally relied on perseverance to run thousands of miles and come to the foot of Qianling Mountain. Now that my heart is relieved, the breath dissipates, and naturally the old injuries and new ones erupt together, and I faint directly.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Zhe woke up slowly, only to feel a strong sandalwood fragrance in his nose, and slowly opened his eyes, but saw that he was in a quiet room, and Jian Zhu, dressed in green, was sitting on the couch opposite to meditate and breathe.

He lay there and didn't move, first carefully checked his physical condition, and found that the external injuries and damaged meridians of his body had been healed under the action of golden light points, but now there was no trace of spiritual power in his body, so he felt that it was difficult to move.

Sitting up slowly, Ning Zhe touched the storage bag on his waist and breathed a sigh of relief. Jian Zhu, who was on the other side, heard the movement, hurriedly opened his eyes, and saw that Ning Zhe actually sat up. With surprise in his eyes, he rushed to his side and said loudly, "Ning Zhe, you...... Are you awake...... Are you alright?"

Ning Zhe shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm fine, are you okay?"

Jian Zhu reached out and grabbed his arm, touched his vein, and then hurriedly let go, and said worriedly: "The spiritual power in your body ......"

Ning Zhe said softly: "It's okay, I'll recover, don't worry, let's talk about our situation here?"

Jian Zhu nodded, sat next to Ning Zhe and whispered: "You have fainted for two days, and the two of us have been here during this period, and I told them that everything will be said when you wake up, so the people of the Martyrdom Temple did not embarrass me except for watching it more closely." It's just that they say that when you wake up, the first Zen master of the Sutra Pavilion will see us. ”

Ning Zhe frowned and muttered, "What? The first seat of the Jing Pavilion wants to see us? What about the Fu Yi Divine Monk?"

Jian Zhu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Ning Zhe pondered for a moment before he said, "In this way, I will recover my spiritual power first, and then we will go to meet this Zen master who suppresses difficulties." ”

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment before continuing: "Also, thank you for the elixir, let you break the bank." ”

When Ning Zhe checked his physical condition again just now, he clearly felt that there were still some remnants of medicinal power in his body, and it was precisely because of the combination of these medicinal powers and golden light points that he was able to repair such a serious injury in just two days. But he was in a coma for two days, and the people of the Martyrdom Temple obviously wouldn't heal a stranger, of course, it could only be that Jian Zhu gave him medicine.

Hearing his words, Jian Zhu feigned anger and said, "What are you talking about? You fled thousands of miles behind my back, and I don't know how to repay this friendship." ”

Ning Zhe smiled and waved his hand, then sat cross-legged on the couch, took out two spars with his backhand and began to absorb them.

And Jian Zhu took a few steps back and stood by the door to protect the Dharma for him, not letting others come in and disturb him.

After a night's time, Ning Zhe slowly opened his eyes and looked at the pile of powder beside him with a wry smile. There weren't many hedrons in his storage bag, but this time he used them cleanly, and this time he was a veritable poor bastard.

Slowly closed his eyes and ran the spiritual power in his body, Ning Zhe shook his head with a little disappointment, it is said that if he does not die, there will be a blessing, but this time he encountered a great disaster and almost died, but the current cultivation is still stuck in the nine turns of the Guyuan Realm, it seems that this Houfu has no chance with him.

Sighing lightly, looking at the bright sky outside the window, Ning Zhe opened his mouth and said, "Jian Zhu, let's go out and meet this Zen master who suppresses difficulties." ”

Jian Zhu saw that Ning Zhe's body had recovered, so he nodded and agreed, and the two walked out of the room.

Seeing them come out, a monk guarding the door hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Two donors, the Zen master has instructed you to go see him as soon as you wake up." ”

Ning Zhe hurriedly bowed his hand and saluted back: "This senior brother, I want to ask, we want to meet the Fuyi Divine Monk in person, I wonder if you can help inform us?"

The monk didn't have any expression on his face, shook his head and said, "The Suppression Divine Monk has already said that the First Master and Ancestor are now in retreat, and no one is seen. If you don't, go down the mountain now. ”

Hearing the resoluteness and indifference in the other party's words, Ning Zhe looked at Jian Zhu, and the latter's face also had a strange look. But the two of them didn't have anything to do at the moment, so they just nodded and said, "Since that's the case, let's ask this senior brother to take us to meet the Zen Master of Suppression." ”

When the monk heard his words, he turned around and walked out, and Ning Zhe and Jian Zhu hurriedly followed.

After walking out of the courtyard, Ning Zhe raised his eyes and saw countless Buddha halls in front of them, and the smoke gave people a sense of dust. Ning Zhe's heart was slightly relaxed, it seems that this is indeed the Temple of Martyrdom.

The two followed the monk who led the way through a small door, and then walked along the wall for a long time before they came to a courtyard.

During this period, Jian Zhu wanted to ask several times, but was stopped by Ning Zhe, and the monk didn't say anything more, just blindly walked forward.

Finally, the three of them came to the outside of the small courtyard, and the monk bowed down outside the door and said, "Suppress the ancestor, I brought the people." ”

An old voice came from the courtyard: "Bring them in......