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The old monk said a Buddha's name, and then said: "What is the purpose of you coming here today?"

Dao Jiu calmed down and said, "I want to ask Master to save him."

The old monk stood up, walked to Ruchuan who was lying unconscious, looked at Ruchuan's injury, and said, "The injury is not too serious, but the poison on the sharp weapon that hurt him made him unable to wake up from the coma."

This venom was what Du Feng put on Leng Luo's claw at that time.

"Uncle Master, can you detoxify?"

The old monk pondered for a while, and then said: "Take him to my study."

After finishing speaking, other monks lifted Ruchuan's pole frame and carried it to the backyard. After everyone had left, four old men from the Master League came up to Daojiu and said, "Does this old monk know too much? "

Dao Jiu narrowed his eyes, did not speak, but left, and returned to his dormitory following the arrangements of the other monks.

When night fell, the entire palace of the Gongbao Temple on the mountainside was filled with waiting, only the sound of chanting scriptures came from the main hall.

The bright moon was in the sky, and a silvery photo was printed on the snow-capped mountains, making the palace extraordinarily bright.

In Dao Jiu's room, four old men from the Grand Master League had already gathered together. The five of them all changed into night clothes and looked at each other. Dao Jiu said, "Just follow the plan. Remember, you have to make sure I have enough Time to look up the scriptures, if someone finds out and finds a way to deal with it, even if it kills us, we can no longer control it."

A few people nodded, then covered their faces, jumped out of the window and climbed onto the roof, heading towards the Buddhist scriptures pavilion at a cat-like speed.

It's just that the guy from the Grand Master League didn't know that when he walked past the roof of the old monk's house, the old monk sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, squinted them, looked at the silvery night outside, and pinched his fingers. A moment, then walked out of the room.

Dao Jiu alone knew as much about the terrain as he did at home. He saw a tower with more than a dozen floors, and there were monks guarding the door. He flew directly onto the window of the tower on the third floor and jumped in. Then he ran all the way from the stairs in the tower to the highest floor. When he reached the 15th highest floor, he saw a gossip-like wall on the inner wall, and the walls were filled with layer after layer. books.

Dao Jiu saw the burning eyes here, took off his mask, swallowed, then trot over and began to browse through the information he was looking for.

He started to read from the first hexagram, but because there were so many books, he couldn't find the information he wanted when he turned to the second hexagram. Dao Jiu took out one impatiently and threw one on the ground. Ben, he turned to the sixth hexagram, but he still didn't find the answer he wanted.

At this moment, there was a conversation from someone coming from under the tower: "I have seen the master."

"I'm going to read the scriptures, there's nothing wrong, so don't come up."

"Yes!"

Dao Jiu was shocked when he heard that it was the old monk who came!

How could he come up at this time?Has he already seen my intention?

Just thinking about it, Dao Jiuben wanted to hide, but he found that the books on the ground were too messy, so he picked up a few and threw them on the bookcase. When he heard the footsteps getting louder, he couldn't care less That's all, first open the windows of the tower as a cover, and then hide behind a certain bookcase.

The old monk came up and saw the messy books falling on the ground, then looked at the open window, and sighed: "The wind is so strong at night, and the window is not closed, eh."

Then he picked up the books one by one, and put them back on the bookcase according to the content of the books. When the arrangement was almost done, he walked over and closed the window, and said in a hoarse voice: "Come out, let's take a look." You don’t dare to jump from such a high place with your strength, so opening the window is just to cover up the phenomenon that made me think that the thief escaped.”

Dao Jiu covered his face, and then walked out from behind the bookcase.Then the dim candlelight inside could see the calm eyes of the old monk.

The old monk went to the bookcase of the 9th hexagram and pressed a mechanism, and a box popped out. There was a book in it. He took it out and said to Dao Jiu, who was dressed as Ye Xing, "Are you looking for this book?"

Dao Jiu looked over and saw the book named "Nine Fate", his eyes lit up immediately.

"Since you know it, then hand it over." Dao Jiu said.

The old monk held the book in his hand and said with his hands behind his back: "Actually, if you think about it, there is nothing wrong with that person. The fault is the patriarch, your master, and you! He said it was for the peace of the world, but in fact, the old man didn't do it for that." Bewitched by legends of immortality, longevity is something that everyone covets to obtain. Even Qin Shihuang, the first emperor of all ages, was obsessed with longevity because of longevity. If it wasn't for him being a teacher and not setting an example, your master would not be affected by the state of mind to unlock the seal. Everything is because of greed. In fact, that person just retrieved what belongs to him and upset the whole world. But he treats you and your master with the utmost benevolence, and we who often talk about benevolence and morality are actually more like hypocrites. You still don’t know your mistakes. What you have now is given by him, but you still want to overthrow him. Rule by yourself, aren't you ashamed of your villainous behavior?"

Dao Jiu took off the mask to reveal his face, and snorted, "Ashamed? I don't think so, I just want to say, why do I live by looking at other people's faces? What's the difference between living for others? I just like to control own life."

The old monk said with a smile: "No, you are afraid of death, you are afraid that your time will not be long, so you can only kill him and suck his blood to get birthday, so you have to find this book."

Dao Jiu's face darkened: "They are right, old monk, you know too much!"

The old monk continued: "This book is the patriarch's records about that person, including his lifeline and weaknesses. You can't beat him, so you can only rely on this book to find a way to find a countermeasure."

"That's right, what you said is right." Dao Jiu simply admitted: "But I came here today for one thing besides this book."

Old monk: "What's the matter?"

Dao Jiu said word by word: "Get justice for my master."

The old monk narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"Hmph." Dao Jiu sneered, "Don't make us so bad, you are not much better. Back then, if you hadn't shaken my master out, he wouldn't have been expelled from the school, and even more so afterward. Kill, because you and him were best friends, but you betrayed him for the position of holy monk. If he is not dead, you will not be able to sit in this position! In fact, it was you two who broke the seal, otherwise these things Why are you so clear?"

The old monk's complexion changed drastically, and his entire wrinkled and tattooed face became ferocious and terrifying.

(There are only three chapters today)