After a fire, Shenhezhuang at night was like a huge monster, full of eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Qunhao's stomach began to growl, and many people began to pick up the burnt swallows on the ground to eat.

At first, there were people who believed in their identity, but then they gradually became crazy, and those who were in trouble knew the importance of food.

In order to compete for swallow meat, there was a lot of bloodshed, but fortunately, it was stopped by the Shaolin monks in time and did not cause a disaster.

The food brought by Qunhao was put on the boat, and it was swept away by Murong Bo's men.

Fortunately, Hong Jin carried a burden with him, and there was a lot of dry food in it, even if it was stiff, he could finally talk to satisfy his hunger.

Looking at the crazy form of the group of heroes competing for swallow meat, Hong Jin couldn't help but sigh, it was really a difficult situation, there was not much difference between people and livestock.

The monks of Shaolin Temple, naturally will not grab the swallow meat, from the abbot of Xuan Lin down, they are all chanting Amitabha Buddha, as for whether they take the opportunity to swallow saliva, then only I know the Tao.

"Hong Jin, what are you not fighting for?" Seeing Hong Jin's calm appearance, Abbot Xuan asked in surprise.

Hong Jin shook his head, smelling the fragrant swallow meat, he was not unmoved, but he had his reserve, he had his pride.

The people who were killed, burned and blown up by Murong Bo's men were all buried in one place, and they could die in the same cave, which can be regarded as fate.

The monks of Shaolin Temple are all ready-made, led by Master Xuan Xuan himself, constantly chanting words, for these undead spirits, reciting all the mantras of the dead.

It is said that when a wronged soul hears the curse of rebirth, it will be able to eliminate the four serious sins, the five sins of rebellion, and the ten negative karmas, and will not be deceived by evil spirits and gods.

Hong Jin couldn't understand the scriptures, but he was quite moved by the pious demeanor of the Shaolin monks.

In the middle of the night, a sudden change occurred, and all those who ate the swallow's meat vomited to a greater or lesser extent.

There were two more greedy men, who ate too much, and were actually poisoned to death, and after a while, the corpses began to turn black.

"Amitabha, Murong Bo is a malicious method. A look of anger appeared on Master Xuan's face.

For a traitor like Murong Bo, Master Xuan Lin was full of hatred, called him by his name, and no longer pretended to call him Murong Shizhu.

After tossing like this for most of the night, Qunhao fell asleep in a daze, but fortunately Murong Bo did not take advantage of the night to attack.

When he woke up the next day, Xuan Lin ordered the Shaolin monks to cut down the trees and build a raft to see if they could escape.

However, it was burned by the fire, and there was not much left of the trees in Shenhe Village, and even if they were left, most of them were useless.

The group of heroes came to help, and they were really busy for a while, setting up a small raft, and even the people who made it shook their heads again and again.

The raft is very petite, it can only accommodate two people, not to mention, the ropes connected everywhere, patchwork together, very unstrong.

With such a raft, I am afraid that it will not last far, and it will have to fall apart, and it will not be usable at all.

The heroes in the village are all sighing, seeing that they have cut off the way to retreat, what should they do?

The abbot of Xuandu said: "I only hope that Senior Brother Xuandu, seeing that we have not returned for a long time, can send someone to come to the rescue, but now it can only take one day." ”

Since the abbot of Xuan Lin personally came to participate in the village, Shaolin Temple is temporarily presided over by Xuan Du, so the abbot of Xuan Lin has this saying.

The group of heroes can't lift their energy, the road from Shaolin to Shenhezhuang is not close, and it is not a simple matter to pass on the news.

There is still a little bit of swallow meat left, but the group of heroes all know that it has been poisoned by Murong Bo, and naturally no one is willing to eat it.

Fortunately, there are still a little swimming fish near Shenhezhuang, but Murong Bo doesn't know what means he used, and the number is quite scarce, and the high-rollers with good luck in the water can still catch one or two, and the high-rollers with poor luck in the water can only go hungry.

"Sour Xiucai, come and sing us a poem to feed my belly. The bearded man Huang Boliu shouted loudly, without the slightest taboo.

Zuo Ming, the Golden Hook Xiushi, tolerated Huang Boliu, and he smiled slightly: "I'll just chant a song of Baishi Daoren's lips." ”

Huang Boliu applauded loudly: "It's good to have a good lip, I like women's tones."

Without waiting for others to answer, Huang Boliu showed a strange look on his face: "Baishi Daoist, do you also like this?

Zuo Ming knew that Huang Boliu didn't understand anything, so he smiled and said, "Yan Yan has no intention, and the west side of Taihu Lake will go with the clouds." The peaks are clear, and the evening rain is discussed. On the side of the fourth bridge, it is planned to live with the sky, what is it now? ”

Before Zuo Ming finished chanting, Huang Boliu shook his head: "It's not good, it's not good, you must have a bad memory." ”

Zuo Ming felt a big strangeness, and he couldn't help frowning: "How can I see that I have a bad memory?"

Huang Boliu said: "Where are your little lips? Where did you go? Just say what Yan Ah Yan, don't mention this in the future, I have a headache when I hear this Yan word." ”

Even in the midst of sorrow, hearing Huang Boliu's words, many people still laughed, and discussing poetry with Huang Boliu is equivalent to playing the piano to the cow.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the two days were in time for the dawn and the new day, and there was no starlight in the sky, and there was a patch of black pressure everywhere.

The group of heroes even strengthened their caution, lest Murong Bo's subordinates would take advantage of the darkness to sneak attack.

Who knew that after being on guard in the middle of the night, there was no enemy attacking at all, and the night watchmen did not dare to relax, and every once in a while, they echoed to ensure that no enemy attacked.

Suddenly, there was a foul smell, which was simply disgusting, and the night watchman hurriedly whistled.

In fact, there is no need for the people who are keeping watch to warn them, and those who are sleeping, in fact, can't sleep soundly, and they all wake up at this moment, and their swords jump out.

Several monks with strong martial arts, under the leadership of Hong Jin, went to the periphery of Shenhezhuang, and they couldn't help but secretly complain about their bitterness.

The water near the outskirts of Senaizhuang turned a turbid black color, giving off an extremely unpleasant smell that made people sick.

Hong Jin's footsteps did not stop, and he circled around Shenhezhuang for less than half a circle, and sure enough, the water around the entire Shenhezhuang was completely poisoned.

As he ran, Hong Jin suddenly stopped, and he noticed a clipper in front of him, dumping something into the lake.

Sou!

Hong Jin flew out of the dart with a dart, this is a hidden weapon specially created by him on the way back from the Khitan, and it is easy to never use it, and now it looks too far away, if you don't use the hidden weapon, it is difficult to leave the other party.

Yes!

With a scream, Hong Jin's dart shot past the vest of the man in black in front of him, penetrated directly, and pierced through the chest of the man in black on the back, and then fell to the ground.

Because the dart was so fast, the two men in black let out only a scream, and fell into the lake one after the other.

The man in black, who was rowing, was so frightened when he saw this situation that he used all his strength to swing the boat away in the dark night.

Hong Jin touched the dart in the bag, put it down again, and let this person go back and be a living witness, knowing that the people who were trapped in Shenhezhuang were also not easy to mess with.

It's getting brighter!

Looking at the inky lake around them, everyone's faces were full of sorrow, this time it was not only a problem to eat fish, but also to drink water.

After seven days of hard work, Rao is a group of heroes on the village, and he has a lot of kung fu, but he can't stand it anymore.

Even though he knew that the water of Langdao Lake was not clean, Qunhao could only drink it, and in extraordinary times, it was still important to save his life.

Even the bearded man Huang Boliu has no strength to speak loudly, and in addition to meditating, Qunhao is desperately sleeping, trying to save his physical strength.

That night, it was Hongjin's turn to keep vigil, and he was making his rounds, when he suddenly heard a soft noise.

Hong Jin's heart moved, and he hurriedly walked over quietly, he was very vigilant, lest he would be calculated by the wicked.

Through the faint moonlight, Hong Jin could see clearly that this black shadow was wearing a monk's robe, with a fat body, and it turned out to be a Shaolin monk.

"Could it be that this monk is a spy?" a thought suddenly rose to Hong Jin's heart, and he hurriedly followed behind him.

Even though he had been hungry for several days, this monk was still full of fat, but his expression was also full of helplessness.

The monk came to the edge of a broken wall and began to mumble the scriptures, which Hong Jin did not understand, but he also roughly understood that this was a repentant scripture.

Hong Jin was stunned, what mistake did this monk make, why did he pray for the Bodhisattva's forgiveness here?

After reciting the Sutra of Repentance, the fat monk suddenly picked up in the soil, and after a while, he actually picked out a burnt swallow.

When he was snatching the swallow, this Shaolin monk didn't know where to get one, he was afraid that there would be many eyes and ears, so he didn't dare to take it.

Now he was really hungry, so he took a big risk and came here to get it, but he didn't expect to be hit head-on by Hong Jin.

The fat monk who spared for a day, when he saw swallow meat to eat, knew that the Dao contained chronic poison, and he couldn't care about it.

The fat monk opened his mouth and was about to bite the swallow meat, but before he could bite it, his saliva involuntarily dripped down.

"Dare to ask the master's name?" Hong Jin suddenly walked out from behind the broken wall, with a faint smile on his face.

When the fat monk saw this, he couldn't help but be shocked, his face was full of shame, and as soon as his body became weak, he wanted to kneel.

Hong Jin hurriedly flicked the sleeves of his robe, and a powerful air flow immediately blocked the fat monk.

The fat monk exerted his strength to eat milk, and always felt that in front of Hong Jin, it was like an invisible wall of qi, and he couldn't worship at all.

"Hong Jin, please, help me keep this secret, I ...... I would like to dedicate this swallow to you. The fat monk presented the burnt swallow with a look of reluctance.

"Alas, this day...... It's getting darker, and I can't see anything. Hong Jin pretended to be very realistic, and his eyes became blank.

Seeing Hong Jin walking past him like this, the fat monk had a deep sense of gratitude in his eyes, and he looked at Yan Leg, a strong look of greed flashed in his eyes.

A burnt swallow was quickly swallowed into the belly by the fat monk, he sucked his fingers, sighed, and his expression was three points ashamed and seven points satisfied.