Feilang fell to the ground, struggling for a long time before lying in a pool of dirty blood, face down, described as hideous, a sword was coldly plunged straight into his back, awe-inspiring and upright, immobile as a mountain.

Jiang Ya took a few steps back with trembling hands, and Monk Wansheng gasped for breath and said with a smile: "Child, come here!"

Monk Wansheng tore the torn robe on his chest, and suddenly there was a brown palm print with five fingers open condensed on his flesh, and although the last palm flying wave did not use all his strength, it also used the palm wind to poison the blood on the monk's heart.

Wansheng monk thought that the child's sword could help him escape a catastrophe, how do you know, blood poison invaded the heart, after all, it was still difficult to escape death, after all, or unfortunately by a crazy Taoist said, he really only had three days of life, now pinch his fingers to count, three days of time is not more, it is the moment! Wansheng barely supported his body, and there was already blood poison all over his body like a swimming dragon embedded in the eight veins of the strange meridians, rushing inside and out!

He hurriedly ordered a few large acupuncture points to block the meridians on the road, and temporarily had a moment of peace. He took out a letter, handed it to Jiang Ya, and said, "Little donor, the old man has something to ask for." ”

Jiang Ya walked over slowly, bypassed the corpse of Feilang as if he was afraid, took the letter, and said, "Master, I'll go to the town to find Lang Zhong!"

"No, I only have a moment to live, donor, you must do what I say, hand over this letter to the Sanshan Daomen, and the head of the sect will open it himself!

"Master, just say it!" Monk Wansheng's strength to speak gradually weakened, and Jiang Ya knelt down at his lips, listening to his instructions. After whispering a few words, Jiang Ya nodded frequently in agreement, and a few more tears fell, he was no longer a careless young man, and he had very few tears after the tragic disasters he had suffered in the past few days.

"It's a pity that my Master Wansheng is one of the three protectors of Chong'an Temple, and I have cultivated all my life, but I can't regret that half of my disciples can inherit the mantle. Child, you and I are destined, would you like to call me a master before I die?"

Jiang Ya was already lying in front of Wansheng, and when he heard this, he took a step back and kowtowed three times in a row, respectfully and sincerely.

"Okay, okay, although this temple is dilapidated, but it is also where my Buddhism belongs! Accepting disciples here will not break the rules of Chong'an Temple, today I will accept you in front of this glazed medicine master Bodhisattva, you, get up, and come to me again. ”

"Master..."Jiang Ya was stunned, Monk Wansheng's face was already bruised, and his blood was dull, which made people look at it!

"I'm going to teach you a set of my original Buddha character descending dragon palm method and the most essential moves in it, I don't have time, you can be optimistic!"

Jiang Ya first memorized the moves, there were only five moves, and it was not difficult to remember. The secret of the heart method was passed on orally by Master Wansheng, but halfway through the lecture, he suddenly vomited a large pool of blood, and the brown poisonous blood sprayed on the skin on his chest. It wasn't until he finished writing the last word that he looked out of the door with relief, looking into the distance, where the Purple Pole Peak was standing verdant in his field of vision.

"Child, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?"

"I want to be a person who is not bullied! I will use the martial arts that you taught me, master, to be chivalrous and righteous, and to be a chivalrous man!"

"It's easy to protect yourself, it's difficult to protect the people, it's easy to keep yourself from being bullied, it's easy to keep a country from being bullied, in vain, I only have this one teaching, and you should keep in mind that the great man of chivalry often has the realm of forgetting gains and losses, for the country, sacrificing his life and forgetting death, for the people, doing his best, and even killing himself... You..."

He took off the gold ring on his arm, but only one of the more than a dozen gold rings was intact, handed it to Jiang Ya, and hurriedly pulled him close to him. Jiang Ya was stunned for a moment, he obviously felt that the monk was holding his thick palm, and he was gradually losing his strength, and finally, Wan Sheng also leaned on the side of the offering table in front of the Buddha hall as if he was decadent, his eyes were blue, and the blood tendons were prominent! From his hideous expression, Jiang Ya could see that Wan Sheng was suffering from a severe pain, but his eyes were still staring at Jiang Ya! It seemed that he had a thousand words to tell, but he only opened his mouth and couldn't make any sound!

"Ahh Buddha Mito..."Jiang Ya did not salute the Buddha, but he also knew the proverbs of the Buddhist family, and after bowing respectfully, he carried the letter in his arms. What Jiang Ya has seen and heard in the past few days is a kind of subversion from the more than ten years he has lived before. I have never killed anyone, I have never seen a dead person, I have never seen thousands of dead people, I have never seen a group of people who are so tyrannical that they have sealed the demons, and even the unarmed people have to be exterminated...

But now that he has seen it, there is a hint of solemnity on his already cold and lonely face. He remembered the faces of those who slaughtered the village, those executioners who wantonly disregarded human life and killed their parents, he gritted his teeth and swore to take revenge, to be a chivalrous man who could protect his closest relatives, instead of being as incompetent as he is now! He looked at his hands, and he had been trembling since he killed Feilang!

It was these trembling hands that he spent three hours digging a pit that could accommodate Wansheng's body next to a locust tree behind the ruined temple. He didn't understand these rules of burial, but at this point, he could only draw the gourd in the same way, and hastily bury the master who had only known him for about an hour.

He didn't know why he was like this, and wept bitterly when he was buried. Perhaps, because he was still weak, he thought of his parents who died tragically under the knife of the beast, and they are still in a different place, and no one is buried. The more Jiang Ya misses his parents, the more he looks at the kindness of the Wansheng monk in front of him, however, it's a pity that the meeting is short-lived...

Troubled times, troubled times.

How many people have been displaced and their families have been ruined like me?

How many weak people are bullied like fish, with no one to rely on?

In this world, if people are duckweed, where should they go?

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The letter is on the chest, the sword is in the hand, the gold ring is worn on the left arm, and the first pursuit of life is constantly echoing in my mind.

Let's go!

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(Hello readers, the new book has been released for the second day, and I don't know if anyone will like to read it.) If you think it's okay, just leave a message for the author below, say a few words and talk about the plot you like, or, casually talk about what kind of martial arts you like. ）