Xiaoxiao is also an expert in using drugs, and it feels wrong when he just inhales a little. Thinking about it, he had already discovered the two lurking in the shadows, but he kept quiet and pretended not to know, but secretly lit a piece of incense, and wanted to take them down without blood, which was really insidious.

Since it was discovered, there was no need to hide it anymore, so Xiaoxiao pulled the cloud and jumped down from the beam, and then shook his hand and shot a projectile out.

Poof, there was a muffled sound, and purple smoke quickly spread. This is what she saved her life, but at this time, she didn't dare to hide it in the wolf's den, so she released it as soon as possible.

"Be careful!

The fat monk was obviously also a master of using poison, so he recognized it in an instant and hurriedly dodged. But in the enclosed space, the smoke was undoubtedly deadly, and he dodged it, but the man in black reacted half a beat slower, and was contaminated a lot, screaming again and again.

With this buffer, Xiaoxiao and the cloud had already rushed to the door in a few steps and rushed straight down. The direction of the window was in the way, and the fat monk was in the way, and in desperation, the two of them could only choose to break through from the tower.

But before the front foot of the cloud stepped out of the door, a gust of evil wind came straight to the back of the heart, and subconsciously turned around, only to see the fat monk wrapping his head and face with a robe and rushing out of the smoke with a palm.

The clouds can't dodge, and when he dodges, it's equivalent to leaking the small back door to the enemy. In a hurry, he could only barely dribble and punch back.

Bang, fists and palms intersect. He is not as strong as the fat monk, and the result of rushing to fight can be imagined. Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the person also shot out backwards like a cannonball, hitting Xiaoxiao's back, and the two rolled from the ninth floor to the eighth floor together like a gourd.

Barely holding on to the wall and standing up, Yun only felt that the bones were scattered, and his whole body was in pain. My chest was so breathless that I couldn't even move.

The fat monk was unforgiving, and the previous counterattack only made him adjust after a slight pause, jumped down, and continued to go straight to the top of the cloud with one palm, without mercy.

"The bald donkey is looking for death!" a knife light appeared behind him. Xiaoxiao had already taken the lead in relieving himself from the impact just now, seeing that the clouds were in distress, he drew his scimitar and rushed up desperately. No matter how high the fat monk's kung fu is, he is also flesh and blood, and the guy who has no advantage in his hands can only withdraw and avoid it for the time being.

Bang, Yun punched himself in the chest, and then spit out a mouthful of blood and his internal breath was finally smoothed a lot.

"Let's go!" he pulled Xiao Xiao and continued to rush down. Now is not the time to work hard, not to mention that the seriously injured himself and Xiaoxiao are not the opponents of the fat monk. In case it alarms, the other henchmen are blocked in the building, but there is really no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the ground.

The two fought and retreated, Yun Yun was injured, and his combat effectiveness was sharply reduced. Fortunately, the small knife technique is still quite profound, and it is very powerful to use it in battle. In addition, from time to time, some small hidden weapons such as flying needles and soul nails are issued, which also makes the fat monk quite scruples. After paying the price of half of his sleeve, the fat monk didn't dare to get too close, but hung in the shadow, and warned loudly from time to time.

Sure enough, at the entrance of the second floor, Yun and Xiao were blocked by the monks guarding the door. The staircase was narrow, and the two monks were tall and had a steel Zen staff in their hands, and they were dancing vigorously at the moment. As a result, the two were blocked to death, and they couldn't rush down for a while.

Yun was anxious in his heart, although the two monks had not cultivated their internal strength, all by brute force, but he only had a dagger more than a foot long on his body, and he could pry a door and window, and he was connected with the Zen staff in the monk's hand, and he was interrupted after a few rounds, and he was also hit by a heavy cane on his shoulder, which was very painful. If it weren't for Xiaoxiao's timely response to the ruthless hand, he eliminated the monk's palm-sized scalp with a knife, and frightened him to retreat, I'm afraid half of Yunyun's body would be shattered by him.

The situation is getting more and more unfavorable, the fat monk doesn't know where to get a whistle stick, and he plays up and down, seeing that momentum is not the Shaolin stunt crazy wand method? Anyway, the little scimitar can't get close to him. Fortunately, he still had a small secret weapon and didn't dare to force it too much.

The fat monk is not in a hurry, the news has spread out in his own land, as long as the two of them are dragged for a while or three, there will be a large number of monks and soldiers to surround this, and then come to catch turtles in an urn, and at this moment there is no danger to risk.

The cloud can't wait, and the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it becomes, so it seems that it can only be fought. Forcibly receiving the other party's cane, he seemed to stagger backwards, until his back hit the wall, but he suddenly slammed on one foot and shot out with a volley, crashing into the arms of a young monk on the other side. The monk had never seen such a strange move, and he was suddenly hit in the chest with both fists.

The sound of a broken sternum could be heard far and wide in the silent night. The monk screamed, fluttered his hands on the stairs, threw his head back, and fell backwards. What's even more coincidental is that he grabbed his companion and rolled down together.

Yun and Xiao Xiao took this opportunity to finally rush out of the door, but before they could catch their breath, they were instantly surrounded by more than a dozen monks. Suddenly, the Zen staff and monk stick danced wildly, and he didn't know how many times he was beaten, and Yun paid the price of at least a broken bone in his left arm in order to protect Xiaoxiao. Fortunately, the other party did not use a sword, otherwise one arm would have been removed.

Yunyun, who was under siege, only deeply realized at this moment that the monks and soldiers did not pay attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes. The heads-up just now is because the terrain does not allow for group fights. Now they are as fierce as jackals, tigers and leopards, but they have squeezed the fat monks with the strongest combat effectiveness on the periphery. Seeing that he couldn't attack for a long time, he was so angry that he screamed but couldn't squeeze in for a while. But the mountainside was full of people, and more people rushed to the top of the mountain with torches.

The clouds whispered, it's over. A good tiger can't stand a pack of wolves, and it seems that he has to explain it here. Looking up, I was facing Xiaoxiao's resolute eyes, only to see Xiaoxiao's right hand wielding a scimitar, and his left hand didn't know where to touch the dagger but did not attack the enemy, but pointed at himself. It seems that as a daughter, she knows the price she has to pay for falling into the hands of the other party, and she will not hesitate to end herself at the critical moment.

That's it, Yun was a little desperate, gave up his defenses and attacked desperately. There is only one thought in my heart, and if I kill one more, there will be one less wicked person in this world.

At this life-and-death moment, a large bag of powder burst above everyone's heads, and the wind swept into their eyes. Even the clouds were not spared, and suddenly his eyes hurt hotly. Then the screams in my ears came and went.

"Follow me!" a low shout rang out. A wizened hand grabbed his wrist and rushed outward.

"I have a companion!" Yun Yun's eyes could no longer see, but he still struggled with tears and refused to leave.

"I'm here!" grabbed the other hand by a small soft hand. He knew that it was Xiaoxiao, so he was relieved to let the other party stagger away with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Although I don't know who the person is and what the purpose of saving him is, I don't have time to ask more questions at this critical juncture. If you don't follow him in the current situation, you will inevitably die here, and if you are taken away, there may be a chance of survival.

I don't know how long I ran for a lifetime, but the clouds felt like a lifetime. I can't tell the direction anymore. But I could feel the hand trembling violently, and I didn't know if it was fear or physical exhaustion. But he was absolutely familiar with the terrain of this temple, and after a few sudden changes to the back, the shouts of the monks and soldiers behind him were getting farther and farther away, and after running for a full quarter of an hour, the surroundings were finally quiet, and they also stopped. Then he and Xiaoxiao followed the man into a room. The other man tapped him on the shoulder and motioned for him to squat down, and then a large vat caught them. Although he didn't know where he was, fortunately, his little hand was always held tightly by him, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

"It's an old monk who saved us!" Xiao Xiao whispered in his ear as he gasped for breath.

"Are you alright?" asked Yun anxiously.

"It's fine, just a few scrapes, and most of the attacks were blocked by you. By the way, how are your eyes?"

Yun was just about to comfort her when she was interrupted by a noise outside.

"Go in and search!" someone shouted. Then there was the sound of rummaging around.

As the footsteps approached, Yunyun's heart was about to jump to his throat, and his hands were full of sweat.

"Don't break things!" An old voice mixed in with the crowd: "Hundreds of people in the whole temple have to point to me for dinner! Hey, that little thief is bald! What are you turning around? Can you hide people in the pot!"

But those people didn't buy it, and still rummaged through it.

"There's movement behind you!" I don't know who shouted. The crowd rushed out and chased after them.

Yun let out a sigh of relief, I don't know who had already uncovered half of the tank just now. Originally, he had already prepared to die and break the net, but this heavenly voice really saved his life.

It was a long time before the surrounding sounds fell silent and the tank was revealed. The old voice just now said, "It's okay, come out." ”

Yun fumbled and was helped up by Xiaoxiao, and bowed down to salute the other party: "Thank you for saving your life!"

"Hehe, don't call me my husband! I'm also a monk. Just call me an old monk. ”

"Don't dare! dare to ask the master's number?"

"Oh, the old man is quiet. ”

"Master, look at how his eyes are!" the little anxiously interrupted the greetings between the two.

"It's okay! It's some lime, just wash it with vegetable oil. It may be a little uncomfortable for a few days, but it will be fine in two days. ”

So the old monk found vegetable oil to wash his eyes in the clouds. There was a knock on the door. Yun and Xiao Xiao suddenly became nervous again.

The old monk waved his hand and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, it's my little apprentice who has come back." He was the one who lured the monks away.

After the door opened, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young monk walked in, drank a large bowl of water before gasping and said, "Master, I led them to the back mountain." Those guys are stupid, and one of them stumbled and fell off a cliff and didn't know if he was dead or alive!"

"Aren't you fellow disciples, why do you seem to hate them so much?" asked Xiao Xiao curiously.

"They are fake monks, and they always bully our master and apprentice. The little monk said indignantly.

"Well, Huichen is right. Master Kongjing explained: "Those people are just thugs raised by the abbot, and if you look closely, you will find that they only have shaved heads, and there are no incense scars on the top of their heads. Be extra careful when you meet these people in the future. Those are all murderers and arsonists who do all kinds of evil. ”

"Oh!" the cloud agreed. But he smiled bitterly in his heart, when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and he was tired of running for his life, how could he have time to pay attention to any details. When you get your hands on it, it's your life or death, whether he has a scar or not.

"That's right, Master of Emptiness. Isn't this temple supposed to be a pure place? How can there be these wicked people?"

"Ahem," the old monk sighed, "It's a long story, I'll tell you briefly if time is short." ”