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Chapter 103

Suning's sword, even if it was merciful, was enough to turn Yu Qiaodu and the others into useless people.

"Be merciful!"

A mellow finger force came with a kind voice, and Suning could feel the pure yang energy from the Rain-Fuying Sword, but the opponent's martial arts were much inferior to his own, so this sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo, even because of the opponent's The agitation of the finger force made Suning's sword energy stronger.

Yuqiao read the veins in the three people's bodies and was completely destroyed by Suning's sword energy, and he fell straight.

While Suning was helping Huang Rong neutralize the poison, he pointed his sword at the rough-clothed monk who came to stop him and said loudly: "This master must be Master Nandi Yideng."

Yideng clasped his hands together and sighed, "The almsgiver came to seek medical treatment, why did he hurt the disciple of the poor monk?"

Su Ning's eyes turned cold, and he said: "The master's high-ranking apprentice accidentally injured his sweetheart, this sword is just to teach them a lesson, if it is not for the sake of the master, they would have died if this sword went down."

Yideng sighed: "The donor's martial arts are amazing, why is he so violent?"

Su Ning said with a light smile: "People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be knifed, the master has read so many Buddhist scriptures, hasn't he seen through the human face?"

Yideng shook his head and sighed: "We are all ordinary people, how can we see through it so easily!"

Su Ning suddenly sighed and said, "Master, as long as you can save me, no matter what conditions you ask, I will agree."

Yideng said coldly: "If the poor monk refuses to agree, will the little benefactor want to kill everyone here, including the poor monk, and bury this little girl with her?"

Su Ning looked down at the blade of Fuyu Sword, and said in a low voice, "Master, why do you ask this question?"

Yideng naturally feels resentment towards these four subordinates and apprentices who were hurt by Suning's sword. Even though he has studied Buddhism for many years, he has never forgotten even one woman, so how can he forget both?
One light and one yang finger pointed out quickly.

Su Ning smiled lightly, and pierced out with the Rain-Fuying Sword.

Even though he was holding Huang Rong in his left hand, it was difficult to move around, but Yideng's martial arts still had a distance from Suning.

Within three breaths, Suning's Rain-Covering Sword was already resting on Yideng's neck.

One lamp and one yang finger are still four inches away from Suning's shoulder.

Yideng closed his fingers and sighed: "I'm old!"

Suning sheathed his sword and said calmly: "Master accepts."

Yideng smiled wryly and said to himself: "I thought that after Wang Chongyang, such a genius would not appear in 60 years, but in just a dozen years, people in the Jianghu unexpectedly appeared such a young talent as a benefactor!"

Su Ning said modestly: "Small skills are not worth mentioning."

Suning put the Rain-Fuying Sword back into its sheath, and asked earnestly, "Is Master willing to help?"

Yideng smiled mysteriously and said: "Whether to save or not is up to the poor monk. The benefactor will take this female benefactor to the Buddhist hall to rest first. We will discuss the matter of saving people later."

Suning couldn't refuse because the initiative was always in Yideng's hands.

Yideng floated away with two apprentices in one hand, and Suning followed easily.

After a while, a temple standing on the top of the mountain appeared in front of Suning.

Su Ning said lightly: "The power of the emperor is really an intoxicating thing. If you can let it go, you can be regarded as a generation of eminent monks."

Huang Rong didn't say a word, she leaned her head tightly on Suning's arms, but she was thinking about Brother Ning hurting the four disciples of the Southern Emperor, and wondered if he had the kindness to let the past go.

She thought to herself: "If he wants to embarrass brother Ning, I won't let him treat him even if I die."

After entering the temple, Yideng ordered a young novice to take Suning and Huang Rong to the guest room of the Buddhist hall to rest, while he carried his disciples into the medicine room of the Indian monk.

Shortly after.

Fishermen, woodcutters, farmers, and readers were lying on the bed with serious injuries. The Indian monk was healing the four of them. Yideng listened to the Indian monk's introduction of the injuries and frowned slightly.

The Indian monk said that the four people's injuries are too serious, and their martial arts are basically useless. Whether they can survive or not depends on the willpower of the four people, but these four people's martial arts are by no means general. Who can have such martial arts?
Yideng was silent for a long time, and said in Tianzhu dialect: "Life and death have destiny."

The Indian monk nodded and healed with all his heart.

Yideng walked out of the medicine room and went to meet Suning.

Facing a weak young man, Yideng seemed to be as solemn as he was facing two Wang Chongyang.

Yideng's tone was very gentle, but the anger in his tone was difficult to conceal.

"Donor, if you want the poor monk to save your sweetheart, then you need to kneel outside the main hall for a day and night and sincerely repent. If the poor monk feels that you have repented, he may help you. Otherwise, you will massacre this temple and kill him. It won't help if you kill the poor monk."

"No, Brother Ning, don't do that."

Listening to Yideng's tone, Huang Rong felt that he had no intention of rescuing him at all, but just wanted to humiliate Suning to vent his anger.

"Master, this is what you said. Rong'er's injury, without my internal strength, can only survive for three days. After one day and one night, if the master does not agree, I will let the master be buried with everyone in this temple."

Suning stood up coldly, his whole body filled with murderous aura.

"Brother Ning..." Huang Rong looked at Suning, who seemed to be a different person, but hesitated to speak.

Yideng clasped his hands together and said calmly: "Why are you afraid of death?"

Suning walked out of the guest room and came outside the main hall, kneeling on her knees, motionless.

Huang Rong was seriously injured and could not take any action. She could only look at Suning's back with great reluctance.

Yideng came to the main hall, waved his hand and closed the temple door, muttering to himself: "This is playing with fire, but after all I can't swallow this breath."

Hinayana Buddhism can help others but cannot help yourself!
The night is getting darker.

One light kept the door closed.

Su Ning just kept kneeling like this.

For Suning, there is actually no problem.

But if Yideng didn't come to save him, Huang Rong would have to die.

Su Ning also didn't want to keep sending internal energy to Huang Rong's life, because after half a month, after Huang Rong's meridians couldn't bear the internal energy, he would inevitably exhaust a little bit of energy and blood, and that kind of pain would make life worse than death.

Su Ning frowned and looked at the gate of the temple.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky.

boom!
The rain fell.

Suning was soaked in the heavy rain.

But he has been tireless and knows no time.

Rain or shine.

For Suning, this night was the most difficult night in this world.

He kept thinking about every moment with Huang Rong.

Huang Rong hugged him sweetly and called "Brother Ning."

Huang Rong's cute pouty smile.

When Huang Rong is angry, her eyebrows are like distant mountains.

Many, many.

There was a blur in front of his eyes, Huang Rong was all in his eyes, and he called "Brother Ning" sweetly.

Su Ning suppressed his grief and closed his eyes.

The rain kept falling on my face.

The rain did not stop until noon the next day.

After Yideng recited the Buddhist scriptures, he finally calmed down his mind.

He stood up and opened the temple door.

Suddenly, Yideng was struck by lightning.

Because, outside the main hall, Suning had turned gray overnight.

Yideng looked at the young white-haired Suning, shook his head, couldn't help but sigh, and said sadly in his heart: "Why bother!"

Su Ning was just a teenager, with profound internal skills, and was well-clothed and well-fed. Logically speaking, even if he knew his destiny, he would not have a single silver thread on his head.

But now, with a youthful face and white hair like snow!
Injured by love, gray hair by love!
When Suning saw Yideng coming out, she was truly grateful and kowtowed three times to Yideng.

Yideng once saw a woman with gray hair.

Now I see the boy with gray hair again!

Even though the Dharma is profound, Yideng still cannot help but feel guilty.

(End of this chapter)