"Overseer!

Under the persistent call of the generals, Di Yi, a seriously injured Pingtian layman, slowly opened his eyes, but fortunately, a dart in the sky did not hit the vital point, which saved his life.

Due to the anger and depression for a while, the qi and blood surged, and I only felt that a breath of true qi came up down my throat and eyes, and as soon as my teeth loosened, a blood mist suddenly erupted.

"Ahem...... Cough...... It's really annoying to me. The old puppet Gongye Jinghong, the bald donkey of the Shaolin faction, we can't finish this account!"

......

At the same time, Lu Qian and others, who had escaped from the tiger's mouth, escorted the injured Shaolin abbot Master Huitong, and found a remote place to rest under the cover of the vast night.

The Daoist took out two pills of the special wound medicine he had refined from his arms and walked to the group of monks, and said to Monk Huikong: "Master, quickly take this medicine with the old abbot, you can ensure that he has no worries." ”

"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness. At this special juncture, Monk Huikong's whole heart was tied to his senior brother, and he didn't have time to be polite, so he only gave a slight salute and stuffed the two pills into the old abbot's mouth.

Under the instillation of true qi by him and his junior brother Master Huineng, sure enough, the hard work paid off, and the old abbot has gradually woken up.

"Senior brother......" The weak voice slowly came out of his mouth, and hope was immediately ignited in the hearts of the Shaolin monks, and they all gathered around to show concern.

"What's the command, Senior Brother?" the two monks, Huikong and Huineng, held his hand tightly and responded in unison.

"In fact, as early as a few months ago, I already felt that my health was getting worse, maybe I had reached the year when I ran out of oil and dried up......"

"Senior brother, don't say that, you have Shaolin magic to protect your body, and you practice diligently on weekdays, how can you have such thoughts?" Monk Huikong has always been friendly with his senior brother, so he comforted.

The old abbot smiled at him when he heard the words and shook his head: "Senior Brother Huikong, people eat grains, sooner or later there will be this day, although you and I are people who practice martial arts, our fate has already been doomed, so there is no need to be too sad." Now the only thing I can't let go of is that this century-old foundation of Shaolin was destroyed in our hands, which is really a great sin. ”

Speaking of this, Abbot Huitong was sad, and he didn't feel that the arrow wound on his chest was triggered, and the blood stains oozing out made the gold-threaded robe even more red.

"Senior brother, you must not be too excited if you are injured. Although the temple is destroyed, our Shaolin bloodline still exists, and it will return to the peak of the past in time. "The monk Huineng, who is not good at words, tried his best to appease his senior brother's emotions, but why was he not so sad in his heart?

With the afterglow of the stars and the moon, looking at the ruins on the Shaolin Mountain, the famous Shaolin ancient temple has been burned into a scorched earth, although the golden body can be reshaped, but the human heart is difficult to recover. Sad and miserable, the only way is that the sky has no eyes, and the bhikshus are suffering.

"Well, I hope so......"

The old abbot sighed, clasped his palms together and put his chest, and the familiar scriptures of the past floated out of his mouth, like repentance, as if exceeding, and as if expounding endless compassion for this troubled world.

Seeing this, all the monks followed suit, and for a time the Sanskrit sound surged, which looked particularly solemn in this vast night. If it weren't for the previous battles, all the knights would have mistakenly thought that they had been promoted to Elysium.

Cui Shiyuan was originally a mountain bandit, and he didn't have a good impression of this Buddhist saying, but since listening to this chanting voice, the pain and fatigue on his body have been significantly reduced, not only him, but the rest of the people also feel the same way.

"Hey, it's really strange!" Seeing that he was there to stretch his muscles and bones, he couldn't help but say: "This is the effect of the Shaolin Dafan Pushan mantra, and the old abbot is mostly grateful to you for coming to help, so he casts a mysterious high technique to repay him, so it seems that this Shaolin magic skill is really unfathomable, and I can't do it." ”

Masters such as Changkong never easily praise the martial arts of other factions, and now they praise Shaolin, which shows the profundity of this skill, which is extraordinary.

Less leaning, the monks have finished chanting, and then look at the abbot of Huitong with his eyes lowered and his face peaceful, but he is sitting there cross-legged and does not move.

"Senior brother, senior brother!"

Monk Huikong called tentatively twice, but there was no response, and he probed his hand at his vein, and he was already gone.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Putting aside how the monks mourned this night, just saying that the next day, at dawn, everyone decided to go to Poyun Peak from the waterway to discuss the plan under the proposal of the old hero of Gongye.

During this period, he took the lead on the grounds of personal matters, and went to Beihai but had a matter on his mind. Before leaving, he repeatedly told Lu Qian, think twice about not being reckless, and wait for the time to meet again in the future.

The light boat rippled, the waves rose, and after several tosses and turns along the way, it finally reached the peak of breaking clouds. After Gongye was shocked to break the Flying Star Pavilion, he returned to the mountains after a few days of absence, and now he is full of emotion.

In the past, every time I went to the intersection of the bamboo forest road, there was a little apprentice Lin Yi laughing and greeting, but now it is a thing or a person, not yin and yang.

"Alas......"

The old hero sighed and led the people onto the mountain road, and as he walked ahead, he saw the smoke rising from the thatched hut halfway up the mountainside, and he felt a little comfort in his heart.

Zhu Jing has been living here for more than half a month, since the last time he was brought here by the young man from the Dali Temple, he has not seen his whereabouts, only left a note, which reads: "The matter is urgent, don't blame me, your house is full of murder and peace of mind to live here for a few days, and someone will come to meet when the time is ripe." ”

Thinking of the several killers he met in Chang'an City before, if it weren't for the fact that this young man had repeatedly secretly rescued him, he was afraid that his life would have become a lonely ghost, and now he must have his intentions in arranging himself here, so let's settle down and wait patiently.

With a sound of footsteps sounding outside the hut, Zhu Jingze's heart moved: "Could it be that someone is coming?" Thinking of this, he hurriedly came out to investigate, and was meeting Gongye Jinghong and the group of heroes.

At first, he saw that they were all carrying swords, and Zhu Jingze, who was a literati, thought that it was Li Zhen, the king of Yue, who had sent him to assassinate him, so he wanted to dodge, and inadvertently saw Lu Qian and Han Ning'er who were carrying dragon pattern rolling sticks, and repeatedly confirmed that they were his sworn brothers, and immediately greeted him excitedly: "Brother Lu, but are you? Brother, I am waiting here so hard!"

Han Ning'er saw a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar standing in front of the thatched hut from afar, this person's face was extremely familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, wasn't it Brother Zhu who met in the Wolf's Tooth Stream?

Lu Qian took a closer look when he heard this, isn't it his righteous brother, Zhu Jingze, the eldest brother of Zhu? ?

"Brother Zhu, how did you get here?"

Lu Qian, who was overjoyed, took three steps and two steps ahead of everyone, grabbed Zhu Jingze's hands, and asked excitedly.