Perhaps the Huns were afraid that this holy woman would reveal some secrets, and deliberately blinded her.

The more he thought about it, the more doubts in Li Zhan's heart grew, and seeing that there was no news of the matter, Li Zhan had to make a desperate bet and put all his hopes on this blind saint.

However, something that made people laugh and cry happened, Li Yan, the invincible swordsman in the world, actually got lost in the desert.

He circled around and returned to a place not far from Dragon City, but fortunately this time he got the exact news about the blind saint.

Although Li Yan was anxious in his heart, he finally had a head, and immediately rode his horse and set off along the Heishui River.

He walked for a long time, and suddenly noticed that there were more and more people walking along the river. When I asked, I actually went to pay homage to the blind saint.

The herdsmen praised the holy woman for her high magic power, compassion, and living bodhisattva who rescued the suffering.

Li Yan didn't believe in such rumors at all, just a vigorous rush. Finally, we arrived at the legendary oasis before winter.

When he was still far away, he had already heard the sound of chanting one after another. When I got closer, I saw one after another under the tall poplar trees, monks and herdsmen sitting on the ground, chanting sutras and praying to the Buddha, or bowing down to the depths of the oasis.

Li Zanzuo forgot to walk up to a herdsman and asked, "Hello old man." Dare to ask if you are ready to ask to see the blind saint?

The herdsman looked up suddenly, but Li Yan was startled, only to see that his palms, elbows, and forehead were covered with black, iron-like calluses.

Look at this person's legs wrapped in sheepskin, his clothes are ragged, and his back has experienced many wind and sun, and it is no different from a black iron plate.

Li Yan couldn't help but gasp, I don't know why this person became like this, but the herdsman was not surprised, smiled and said: Friend, I came here with a long kowtow.

Hearing him say this, Li Yan suddenly realized. The so-called kowtow is a form of devotion used by believers to express their piety.

The practitioner needs to kneel down one step at a time and bow to the ground. From his homeland without external force, he walked on foot to the holy place of faith.

The process is extremely painful, and it is very difficult for a man to do it unless he has great faith and great piety. Li Yan admired the herdsmen's perseverance and nodded to him slightly.

The herdsman smiled and said to him, "This is the second time I've been here." The first time I came was because my son was seriously ill and I prayed that the blind saint would save his life.

Seeing his pious face, Li Yan said: I think it must be the blind saint who showed mercy and cured your child, right?

But the herdsman shook his head, and my child died. He smiled sadly at Li Yan, but he walked peacefully, not painful at all.

The blind saint told me that it was his life, and there was no way. But it can stop him from suffering. When I got home, I gave the child the packet of powdered medicine that the saint had given me.

He no longer coughed day and night, but fell asleep peacefully. For more than ten years, I have never seen him as peaceful as that day.

Li Yan heard the mixed feelings in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice. The herdsman smiled and said, "Kind friend, you don't have to be sad, this matter has passed, and I am no longer in pain."

Now I just want to see the blind saint again. As long as I can pour out my gratitude to her, I am willing to die.

The herdsman nodded: Yes. The first time I met her, I thought it was a little strange.

The saint doesn't look like a Huns, but a bit like a Han person. Li Yan's heart moved, and he continued to ask: Then dare to ask how can I see the Holy Maiden and his old man?

The herdsman replied: One word, wait. He pointed to the crowd in the oasis in front of him and said, "See?

These people all wanted to see the Holy Maiden, and I heard that the longest person had been waiting for more than a year. If you are not in a hurry, wait here with me, and sooner or later there will be a time to arrive.

If you are hungry, someone outside brings flax cakes in. If you don't charge money, you can eat as much as you want. Financial management muttered a little, a year is too long, is there any other way?

The herdsman shook his head, but suddenly he patted his head as if he remembered something: yes, there is another way, but it depends on your luck.

Every morning before sunrise, the saint throws a chip so that the person who gets it does not have to wait and can meet her directly.

Li Yan's eyes lit up: Oh, it would be nice if that was the case...... Is it okay for anyone to grab it?

Herdsman: Exactly. But I advise you not to get your hopes up too much. He stretched out his hand and pointed around, but he saw that the crowd was crowded, and the sound of chanting surrounded people's ears one after another.

There were at least 10,000 believers gathered in this small sandbar. If you think about it, if 10,000 people compete for a chip, who can get it is not one in a million luck.

Moreover...... He lowered his voice suddenly, even if you are lucky enough, you will most likely gain and lose this chip.

Li was stunned: Why? Because this chip is used to sell. Li Yan was even more surprised: Who are you talking about?

Is it the blind saint who sells it? Of course not. The herdsman shook his head. It's someone else. There's a guy named Tosan, who was supposed to be a die-thug.

He thought that the blind saint's chip could be sold at a high price to those who were eager to see him, so he gathered a group of thugs to scramble for the chips every morning.

Some believers obviously grabbed it themselves, but they were stopped halfway by Sandona scum. If they argue a few words, they will bite back, and in a few cases they even fight.

Alas, we ordinary people don't have that life, so let's line up honestly. Li Yan smiled and asked, could it be that those people have three heads and six arms?

The herdsman was surprised: "Friend, what are you talking about? Who mortal in this world is not a monster with two arms and two eyes, and a monster with three heads and six arms?"

If financial filial piety is not a three-headed and six-armed monster, then it will be easy to do, brother will watch me grab a chip tomorrow.

The herdsman looked him up and down and said, "You seem to be a decent person, how can you talk nonsense?"

Do you know how many men there were under Sando? I tell you, there were no less than two hundred of them. Fight against them, you're crazy!

Li Yan didn't explain, just smiled. At this time, a cry drifted in the ears of the two of them, and only an elderly woman was heard wailing.

Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden, let me see you, my daughter is nowhere to be found! Li looked back brutally, but saw a blind old lady groping on the ground.

Li Remnant's chest suddenly gave birth to a sense of compassion, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support the old woman and said, "What's wrong with you, old man?"

The old woman grabbed his hands violently and asked sharply, "Is it you?" Li Yan shook his head apologetically, I'm sorry, I'm not.

The old woman let go of her hand in disappointment. muttered to himself: I want to see the Holy Maiden, as long as I see the Holy Maiden. Then crawled away while crying.

Li Yan sighed and asked the herdsmen: "Old man, who is this old lady?" The herdsmen also shook his head sympathetically: Alas, don't mention it, this is a madman.

She may have lost the child because of herself, so she felt guilty in her heart, and over time she became a little crazy.

Actually, she's been here for years, and I saw her the last time I was here. It stands to reason that if she could line up honestly, she would have been able to meet the saint a long time ago.

But she refused to get the license plate, and she threw away the things that others gave her, so she kept delaying.

Alas, this is also a miserable person, but look at which one of the saints who comes to ask for a life is not bitter?

All life is suffering. Listening to him, all life is suffering, and Li Yan seems to have understood. Silently bowed his head, and his heart was mixed.

At night he took the felt from his horse and laid it under the tree for the night, and the next morning he went to the oasis to grab chips.

The sky was still dark, but the east was slightly whitish. Along the way, people are crowded, and people are being crowded.

Many believers were holding torches and seemed to have stayed up all night. The firelight illuminated their pious faces, and Li Yan couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart.

His martial arts are superb, and he should have been used for chivalry and righteousness, but today he has to compete with a group of believers for funds, which is really not very upright.

However, the matter is urgent, and today I have to change some rights. Suddenly, but hearing the voices of people in front of them, tens of thousands of people knelt down in unison, shouting: Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden!

Li Yan had no choice but to kneel down, but he raised his eyes and secretly looked forward. I saw a pair of black-clothed warriors in the depths of the forest, and a young girl slowly walked out.

She covered her face with a light veil, revealing only a pair of eyes, but she never looked more than twenty years old when she looked and walked.

Although the eyes were bright, they were dim and obviously unable to see. But seeing her fingertips move lightly, she pulled out a chip from her sleeve and raised it above her head.

In an instant, everyone's breathing seemed to stop. Tens of thousands of eyes were all focused on that chip.

The saint shook the chip to the left and then to the right. Suddenly thrown out from an unexpected angle.

She didn't have much strength, so she could only throw it to a relatively forward position, which was the same as a chip, but she saw countless people swarming up and huddled together, tearing each other's clothes, and even began to punch and kick.

At the same time, the saint and her guards silently took a few steps back, oblivious to the chaotic scene.

Li Yan couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust in his heart. It seems that the woman knew what the consequences of her actions would be, but even so, he still did not stop them, and really did not take these devout believers seriously.

In normal times, Li Yan would not have saved such a person at all, but this time the stakes were so high that he had to act against his will.

The heads of the people were beaten and blood flowed, and smoke and dust were everywhere. Some believers saw that they had been beaten so hard that they had no hope of snatching it, so they left in despair, and after a while there were many fewer people, and only those who were still competing and those who were waiting and waiting were left.

The people who watched were obviously all in their own minds, ready to reap the benefits of the fisherman. However, at this moment, in the crowd, dozens of big men suddenly rushed out and punched without saying anything.

People were taken aback, some were still stiffened after a few fists, but many more were immediately scattered.

The Great Khans fought for a while, and there were almost no people in the field, except for a few of them who were in the middle of the battle.

The people who haven't quit yet, but they are not ordinary people, and Li Yan noticed that they are all practitioners. The one who had already snatched the chip was a monk, with a strong physique, his arms were almost as thick as buckets, and he was lying horizontally and vertically under his feet, and six or seven people beside him couldn't get close to him.

Li Yan couldn't help but secretly applaud in his heart, this monk is really a good man. But right now. A short man in the crowd whistled in his mouth, and the big men surrounded him from all directions.

Li Yan secretly said in his heart that it was not good, but he was afraid that something would happen to this monk. The monk was really stubborn, and the more people he saw, the more he was dissatisfied.

He shouted at the short man, "Don't you feel ashamed to use such despicable means to achieve victory?"

After that, he turned his head and asked the blind saint: Holy woman, do you old man allow them to bully others like this?

However, the blind saint was silent, as if she had not heard anything, but a black-clothed guard beside her said: "The monk is noisy.

Our Huns have always respected the strong, and the holy woman was originally prepared for the strongest. It doesn't matter if you're one person or a hundred, as long as you can grab the chips, you'll win.

If you don't have the ability, don't make trouble. The monk heard the waw wow and screamed: Bah, what are you?

said that everyone treats everyone equally and grabs fairly, but in the end, it is still cheap for these powerful people. Hmph, what a blind saint, I think she's just a witch!

Say it, glare, threw the chip to the ground, and walked away without looking back.

At this moment, the dust settled, and someone picked up the silk and handed it to Sando. It was a grinning hand to the saint: The saint is not strange, today is the villain's favoritism.

It's still the old rule, I'll go find the buyer first, and then introduce that person to visit your old man's house. The black-clothed guard said on behalf of the blind saint: "Hurry up, the saint doesn't want to wait for a long time.

Sando just wanted to go down, but suddenly heard someone say: Wait. He looked up, and saw a one-armed man standing before him.

Sang Duo Yileng immediately asked the people around him: What's the matter? It turned out that although Li Yan had been watching from the sidelines, he had not made a move, nor did he show any intention of going to the end of the competition.

Therefore, the people only thought that he was watching the excitement, and did not attack him. And he appeared at this time, making it clear that he wanted to make trouble, and he couldn't help but bluff Sando.

However, he was only taken aback. Because he quickly looked around, Li Yan was the only one here.

There are two or three hundred of his people, so could it be that he is afraid that Li Quan will not be able to make a puppet? Thinking of the many injuries here, his courage became bigger, and he asked shyly: What's the matter?

Do you have anything to do? Li Yan bowed humbly: You please, I want that chip. Sando's eyes rolled, it turned out that the buyer had arrived, and he couldn't help but smile.

Nodding his head: It's easy to say, brother, what price do you offer? Tips: Enter "Panda Literature" in the search engine, you can find this site, thank you.

Chapter 288: The Mystery of the Holy Maiden (3)