"Master, since you know about the poison in my senior brother, you will definitely be able to solve it!" Yi'er couldn't help but ask. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I can only temporarily control the spread of the toxin, and if I want to completely remove the toxin, I have to ask my senior brother. ”

"Where is the master's senior brother?" asked Zhuo Yifan.

"My senior brother is in the Bodhi Monastery more than 100 miles away, he is the presiding officer of the Bodhi Monastery, you go along this path until there is a forked path, you go along the path until you see a monastery. I'll control him in a moment, so you can go there and find my brother." The monk looked at the two of them and bowed his head.

Although Yi'er was a little disappointed, she was able to control the toxins in her senior sister's body, which was also a good choice, so she smiled and said, "Then there is Master Lao." ”

The monk beckoned to Zhuo Yifan and said, "Donor, please put this son down, the old man will seal his four major acupoints and suppress the flow of poisonous blood." ”

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly helped Yu Qingqiu to get off the horse, and according to the instructions of the monk Huajia, he sat Yu Qingqiu cross-legged on the ground, stretched out two fingers and swam along the Fengfu to the Shendao, with the Shendao as the fulcrum, rotated his palm, and the dim sum Yu formed a line with the Shentang, and then moved down the liver Yu until Yangguan.

After a while, the old monk reached out and put it into his arms, took out four round red pills from his arms, turned around and handed them to Yi'er, and said to him: "These four pills are to regularly clean up the black blood in his veins, now you feed him one pill, the remaining three, you want one pill for an hour, three hours is enough for you to go to the Bodhi Temple." ”

"Thank you, Master. Yi'er took the pill and walked towards the sleeping senior sister.

Breaking open the mouth of the young man in white, the red pill was thrown into his mouth, it can be said that it melts in his mouth, and Yu Qingqiu's face suddenly turned red, as if he was being baked by a fire. The body also moved slightly, and the breathing was obviously much smoother than before taking it.

"Amitabha, donor, hurry up. The monk put his palms together and bowed his head.

"Master, aren't you going back to Bodhi Temple?" said Zhuo Yifan.

"Hehe, donor, the old man still has to travel far away, so don't leave it here, but before the old man leaves, there is something he wants to ask. The old monk turned his face to look at Yi'er.

"Master, please speak. Yi'er said.

"Where did you come across that monster?"

"It's at the Yongde Inn not far from here. Yi'er replied.

"Amitabha, old man farewell. ”

After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the distance. He walked very fast, and in a few moments his white figure turned into a white dot and quickly disappeared into the sky.

Zhuo Yifan retracted his gaze, slowly picked up the white-clothed young man sitting cross-legged on the ground, walked towards the white horse, helped Yu Qingqiu to get on the horse, and the three of them walked towards Bodhi Temple.

Nearly three hours of walking, an ancient temple surrounded by green trees, appeared in front of the three people, after the baptism of wind and rain, the red courtyard wall, has now become dark red, only the yellow glazed tiles, under the sunlight, refracted the golden light, as if the Buddha in the temple descended.

There is a row of stone steps in front of Bodhi Temple, the number of steps is about a dozen steps, the white stone steps go straight into the Zhu Gate, and on both sides of the stone steps, there are nine Bodhi trees, symbolizing the Buddhist language "ninety-nine to one", perhaps because of their existence, the name of this temple has come.

Bodhi Temple, a courtyard with a pseudonym from the Venerable of the Western Regions, is considerable in scale and stands in the ancient city of Biansai. His Holiness of the Western Regions is the first generation of disciples of Bodhidharma in Nantianzhu, and this courtyard, as its name suggests, inherits one of the Dharma ancestors' Buddhism, and gradually became a school of Zen thought after more than 100 years.

There are no disputes in this Bodhi Temple, and there is no fighting in the rivers and lakes, so it is silent and peaceful here, except for meditation on weekdays, it is just that some disciples follow the master to practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies. The head of this Bodhi Temple also came from the Western Regions, because he knew that the Venerable of the Western Regions had promoted Buddhism in this land and was the ancestor of the Dharma inheritance here, so he followed his thoughts and came from all the way from the Western Regions.

A faint breeze blew through the courtyard, and although it was very weak, it still gently raised a trace of dust in the courtyard, and even the few tiny flowers and trees in the courtyard trembled lightly. Gentle beams of light slanted across the eaves, reflecting dappled light, making the interior of the Bodhi Temple extraordinarily peaceful.

At this moment, three people walked slowly in front of the door of the Bodhi Temple, looking up at the grand scene of the Bodhi Temple, their faces were full of surprise, and at the same time, they also showed a pious smile.

"Bodhi Temple. ”

Zhuo Yifan raised his head, looked at the plaque above the door, and read it while pointing to the words on it. Looking at the words on the plaque in front of him, the same as what the monk said, a light smile appeared on his face, and there was even a lot of hope in his eyes.

Zhuo Yifan and Yi'er helped Yu Qingqiu, who was unstable, and slowly walked in.

As soon as you enter, the courtyard is not very large, and you can see it at a glance. Looking at the staggered wooden stakes in front of him and some hanging sandbags, Zhuo Yifan was a little inexplicably excited. So he slowly stepped forward and stroked the surface of the sandbag with his fingers, as if he had touched some treasure, and he couldn't put it down. Looking at these martial arts training tools, Zhuo Yifan's heart surged.

Just as he stopped, he inadvertently saw a white-robed monk standing at the door, with his back outward, so that people could not see his face.

Zhuo Yifan happily shouted to the white-robed monk: "Hey, who is that? Elsewhere, hurry up and let your head come out to save people." ”

I saw that the white-robed monk did not turn his head, but still stood still.

Zhuo Yifan saw that the white-robed monk didn't turn around, and thought that his voice must have been low just now, so he opened his mouth and shouted: "Hey, who is that! Talking to you, tell your head to come out quickly." ”

Then he looked at the white-robed monk with his back to him, one breath, two breaths...... Still didn't look back, not even a sound.

Seeing this, Yi'er looked at the monk curiously and muttered, "Is he deaf?"

Hearing Yi'er's words, Zhuo Yifan looked at the white-robed monk in front of him, and felt in his heart that if he wasn't deaf, he wouldn't be like a tree, so he didn't listen to him or ask him. Zhuo Yifan stepped forward and wanted to pat him on the shoulder and greet him, but just as his hand was about to fall on his shoulder, the white-robed monk suddenly turned his head.

"Oops", because he was not prepared, coupled with the sharp gaze of the old monk, Zhuo Yifan was so frightened that he suddenly fell to the ground.

Even Yi'er behind her trembled, and helped Yu Qingqiu to retreat a few steps.

Looking at the white-robed monk who turned around, Zhuo Yifan, who fell to the ground, felt not so comfortable in his heart. If you don't turn around in the morning or don't turn around in the evening, you just turn around when you are close to say hello, which is obviously correcting yourself. Zhuo Yifan got up and dusted off his body, and was secretly a little unhappy.