The doorway of the Broken Taoist Temple.

Celery grabbed Master's hand and threw up until her stomach hurt.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked very disgusted: "Don't be like this, look at it, pay attention to the image of the Daomen." ”

Celery took a deep breath: "It's too cruel, it's so cruel that you actually kill, kill, vomit ......"

Ning Hongdou was a little stunned: "If you don't kill him, he will kill you, he wants to kill all the Tang people in the Guangdao Temple, we are defending ourselves." ”

"Gross!"

Celery continued to vomit and continued: "That's not good like this, sin. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of his head was slapped by the middle-aged Taoist: "What sin is not sinful, you are a disciple of the Daomen, and you are not a Buddhist cultivator." ”

After a pause, the middle-aged Taoist suddenly asked, "Did you secretly go to the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside?"

Celery vomited and said, "I just went for a stick of incense." ”

Middle-aged Taoist: "Incense to the Buddha statue?"

Celery: "Well, vomit ......"

The middle-aged Taoist: "Now I know it's disgusting, Master is really ashamed of you!"

Celery: "But I'm for Master." ”

The middle-aged Taoist's face turned cold: "You kid pit master!"

Celery: "I...... Gross!"

The wind and snow can hide the sour smell of vomiting, but it can't hide the smell of blood, the middle-aged Taoist is very tired of the Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside, but when he smells the blood wafting from the mountainside, his eyebrows and eyes are very stunned, a little surprised.

There are no words.

There is no explanation.

The middle-aged Taoist went directly into the wind and snow, went to the mountainside, walked in a hurry, and returned with a cold face: "Celery, beckon everyone to pack up their things, the Taoist temple can't stay any longer." ”

Celery vomited and said, "What?"

The middle-aged Taoist: "Move!

Ning Hongdou on the side was also surprised: "Are you ready to leave now?"

The middle-aged Taoist's face was very cold, and his voice was very straight: "It's not me, it's all of you who are leaving, and no one can stay here." ”

Celery straightened up suddenly, took a deep breath, and suppressed the vomiting sensation in her chest: "Why!"

The middle-aged Taoist grabbed Celery's ear: "Where are there so many, why will people die! If you don't leave, a lot of people will die!"

The spring night reaction was slower than that of the middle-aged Taoist, and he quietly tugged on Ning Hongdou's sleeve and pouted in the direction of the mountainside.

Ning Hongdou asked the middle-aged Taoist directly: "Did you find anything?"

The middle-aged Taoist pondered for a moment: "You won't want to know, let's go, wake everyone up, and go together." ”

Ning Hongdou looked at the wind and snow in this Zen Mountain: "How to go? Everyone has been tossing for a day, where is the strength, it is easy to go up the mountain, but it is difficult to go down." ”

Celery turned his back and didn't look at Li Wutong's body, and said to his master, "Can you leave again at dawn?"

The middle-aged Taoist shook his head: "There is no time." ”

Hundreds of fellows were woken up from their sleep, and the middle-aged Taoist did not tell everyone the real situation, but just asked everyone to set off before dawn.

Ning Hongdou was very confused, how could so many people go down the mountain?

Then he saw that Celery was ordered by his master to tidy up those beddings, and the two bedding were connected end to end, and the bedding in Tzu Chi Temple was naturally a complete set, with the same size and width.

Ning Hongdou and the others had nothing to clean up, so they didn't sleep at all, so they went over to help.

"What are you doing with the futons tied together?" said the bellflower curious.

"Down the mountain. Celery replied.

"The futon is not a magic weapon, and it won't fly on its own, roll down?"

"My master said that you can go down the mountain this way, then it will definitely work, my master never brags. Celery clutched her chest, finally relieved.

Zen Mountain before dawn.

The wind and snow are still very strong.

In the broken Taoist temple on the top of Zen Mountain, more than 200 bedding are connected to each other, connected together, and piled up in the other direction of the Taoist temple. Celery's master seems to have written a note, and then folded it into a dragonfly, and the paper dragonfly flew into the air in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared, and it is unknown to whom the note was written.

There are a lot of salutes for celery tidying, and even pots and pans are sorted out.

His master was very angry when he saw it: "Are you really going to move?"

Celery: "Didn't you say that!"

Middle-aged Taoist: "How can I put up such a stupid apprentice as you." ”

Moving is just for outsiders.

Tzu Chi Temple has been wiped out, and it will be dangerous if you don't go to the Taoist Temple, Li Wutong is a wind catcher, he died on the top of Zen Mountain, and Guigu will definitely be investigated.

The middle-aged Taoist is very powerful.

But he only has one person, at most one apprentice, and his two fists are hard to beat with four hands, this is the reality.

Again.

The monk closed the mountain in troubled times, and the Taoist priest was going down the mountain in troubled times, and the middle-aged Taoist's real name was Xia Mountain, and he was going to go down the mountain.

You can't go the way you came.

It is best to go in the other direction over the Zen Mountain, and the middle-aged Taoist is the slightly steeper southeast peak, because this peak is more windy and snowy, and the snow covers the side peaks and has a thick layer.

The middle-aged Taoist pointed to the futon on the snow: "Sit on it and hold it firmly." ”

Ning Hongdou was stunned: "Sitting on the futon, what are you doing? Skiing? Skiing down with hundreds of people from the top of Chan Mountain? Do you want to be so exciting! Old and weak women and children abound, can you bear it?"

Ning Hongdou has such confusion, everyone has it, you have a mouthful, I have a mouthful, and it will soon become a pot of porridge.

The light of dawn was already faintly visible from the top of the mountain.

The middle-aged Taoist became more and more anxious, and finally frowned and said: "The monks of Tzu Chi Temple on the mountainside have been slaughtered, and the blood of the temple is full of blood, if you still want to live, just listen to me, when will you go down the mountain by your legs?

Tzu Chi Temple was destroyed!

Everyone left there a few hours ago!

In a word, everyone stopped talking, and all sat quietly on the futon, it is better to fall to death than to be tortured to death, at least to die with dignity. The woman hugged her child tightly, the old man gritted his teeth, and the man grabbed the woman with one hand and the father and mother with the other.

Ning Hongdou and several teenagers were arranged by the middle-aged Taoist at the end: "You are all cultivators, help me take care of the end, there may be some bumps, so bear with it." ”

Ning Hongdou said that there was no problem.

Then she regretted it.

It's really a bump!

However, it is quite safe, the middle-aged Taoist does not know what Taoist means are used, and the futon of several hundred meters seems to be protected by an invisible hand, and it will not throw people out.

A thin layer of ice had already formed under the futon, and the friction between the ice and the snow was very small, and the snow in Zenshan was so thick that it really slipped.

A long 'snow snake' appeared between the steep peaks.

Chen Yu grabbed the bellflower in front of him to death, and then was constantly fanned his hands: "Sashimi, isn't it skiing, as for being so nervous, spread your hands! Grab the quilt!

Then Chen Yusheng grasped it even tighter.

Hua Kiyo had no choice but to shout: "Red Bean, help me kick him." ”

The light of dawn was already faintly visible.

The surrounding snow scene receded rapidly.

The middle-aged Taoist stepped on the front futon, and his fingertips flashed with a milky white fluorescence.

The snow, the faster it slides, there is a feeling of flying, skiing is naturally not a straight line, the twists and turns are quite exciting, and then there are bursts of screams on the Zen Mountain, one after another......