Poor Monk

In fact, Shen Du thought he would die.

As long as he is not careful, fails to control his body shape, or loses his mind in the severe pain that hits his body, he will either fall from the mid-air to the high Bukong mountain, and his body will be smashed to pieces; Retrograde power, destroying the [-]% power he had recovered with great difficulty, and was directly caught by the chasing monks of Tianji Temple.

But maybe it's the scourge that has been left behind for thousands of years...

He can't die.

Although the severe pain invaded his mind and made him wish he could kill himself with a single knife, it did not make him unconscious, but made him more sober.

There are endless schemes in his mind.

The Demon Dao is full of evil and cunning people, he can become the master of the Demon Dao, apart from his superb martial arts, he is not useless.

He is not hypocritical, but deceitful.

A person skimmed down from this high place, and instantly recognized his direction at the moment.

For more than [-] days in the area of ​​Bukong Mountain, except for the first few days when he was seriously injured and unable to walk around, he was not idle.Jiaqian followed the monk twice, and he knew the topography of Tianji Temple well.

Now that he is seriously injured, the Liuhe Divine Art gave him even more ominous signs.

No matter from which angle you think about it, it is impossible for him to be able to break out from the pursuit of so many people, not to mention how many people are waiting for him to come out around Bukong Mountain and want to take his life!

Once you go out, you will definitely die!

Shen Du is too aware of the dangers of this arena.

So many people wanted his life.

What is waiting for him outside will not be the loyal subordinates on the Demon Dao, but the butcher's knives held up by countless familiar or unfamiliar people!

He can't go out.

With this thought flashing in his mind, he turned around and ran towards the southwest without hesitation.If the monk were here, he would have noticed immediately that this direction was diametrically opposite to that of the bamboo house.

It looked as if he was going to escape from Bukong Mountain.

The pursuers behind him were thrown far away by him.

But the scheming Shen Du left deep and shallow stumbling footprints along the way, which seemed to be left by a person who was seriously injured and had no time to cover up.

No one could have imagined that at such a time, he still had the heart to disguise his whereabouts.

Just like that, he ran out for more than ten miles in one go, and when he reached the barren mountains and wild ridges where the vegetation was flourishing, he stopped and used his remaining strength to display the super lightness kung fu.

The body is like a swan, but he turned his head again.

When he came, he ran wildly, but when he returned, he chose the most remote road, almost made a big detour, and even passed Bukong Mountain again, before returning to the bamboo sea.

Those noisy movements could be faintly heard on the mountain.

Apparently, what happened at the Thousand Buddha Hall and his escape had already caused the entire Tianji Temple to be mobilized.It's just that those voices are still far away, which makes this bamboo sea too quiet.

For a moment, Shen Du felt incredible.

There was such a big commotion on the mountain, and Tianji Temple didn't send anyone down to search here. Was it completely confused by the direction of his escape, or did he not feel that someone was so bold that he dared to go and return?

"rustle……"

At night, the cold mountain wind blows through the cold green bamboo sea, making the bamboo branches sway in the clear moonlight, sparse and tall.

At a glance, there was no one there.

But this time, he didn't dare to go in.

He also knows the surrounding terrain.Not far behind the house there is a small earthen slope covered with bamboo leaves.Shen Du forced himself to bear the injuries on his body, and forced himself to hide on the ground in the freezing weather.

The smell of mud, the clear smell of winter bamboo, and the smell of blood in his own throat all wrapped him up.

This volt is a full two hours.

During the two hours, Shen Du almost forgot that he was in the Bukong Mountain, which is elusive to all people in the world, and thought that he had returned to the precipice of his childhood in a trance.

cold and hungry.

The sky is vast and vast, but the shelter left for him is only a small corner among the chaotic rocks.You have to endure the pain, hold the bitterness, fight with the wind, fight with the rain, fight in the snow together...

All fame, fortune, and power are bullshit in the face of life and death.

In order to live, he was low in the dust;

In order to live, he is willing to bury his head in ashes.

So at such a moment, he is so patient.Let the force in the heart that does not belong to you run amok, let the severe pain in the limbs and bones fade away, and replace it with a strange itching like an ant eating away at the bone...

Liuhe Shenjue, after all, still broke out ahead of time.

He thought that he would have some special reaction, and he was always worried and afraid, but when it really started to happen, his heart became extremely calm.

When the knife on the guillotine does not fall down, one's heart trembles and one's mind hangs; once it is cut down cleanly, the dust settles and everything is broken.

Just like Shen Du at this moment.

Two hours later, it was the end of the remnant night.

The Tianji Temple on the top of the mountain searched for half the night, but they didn't find any trace of him, let alone anyone who came to this bamboo sea and entered that bamboo house.

Even the monk who brought him meals on weekdays didn't come.

At dawn, the surroundings became quiet.

The lights of the Buddhist monastery on the top of the mountain were also extinguished.There are only a few sporadic lamps, which are still shining on high places, as if they want to illuminate the long night and share the brightness with the sky that is about to open.

The danger seems to be over.

"cough……"

At this time, the violent cough that had been suppressed for nearly two hours came out of Shen Du's throat. He raised his finger to cover it, and bright red blood dripped from between his pale fingers.

The body that has been curled up for a long time is already a little stiff.

The moment he got up from behind the mound, he almost fell back in embarrassment, but luckily he stretched out his hand to help Xiuzhu next to him, and then he stood firmly.

Last night he left without turning off the lights.

The lamp oil in the lamp had been burning all night, and the dim yellow light was not bright at all, but it was much dimmer at this time, and it was even no different from nothing.

When Shen Du pushed the door open and entered, he almost thought he had walked into darkness.

After quite a while, his eyes got used to it, and gradually he could clearly see that all the furnishings in the room were exactly the same as when he left last night.

There is only one difference.

That is himself.

When I left, I still had [-]% of my skills, but when I came back, I had less than [-]% left; when I left, I had recovered from my injuries by [-]% or [-]%, and when I came back, it was almost the same as when I first fell into trouble.

Or even worse.

Because he could clearly feel the power that took the opportunity to wreak havoc in his body...

Liuhe Shenjue, called Shenjue, is actually an evil method.

The origin of this exercise is not correct, and he made a mistake in his practice.In the past ten years, I have been tortured countless times by this, and every time I have an outbreak, I am extremely humiliated and painful.

The deeper the cultivation, the stronger the backlash.

And now...

He is almost on the verge of great success in practicing this tactic, and the power of backlash is ridiculously strong.Not to mention that his cultivation base was damaged at the moment, and he was seriously injured, so he was completely unable to effectively suppress the power of backlash.

In other words, this attack will be more violent and painful than any other one in the past!

Moreover, his current situation is more embarrassing and dangerous than ever before...

He only sent a letter to Gu Zhao yesterday, and he doesn't know whether the other party received it or not, and what kind of reply he gave.So now, he can't get out, and others can't get in.

Even Tianji Temple...

He dare not go in now.

After thinking about it, there was only a single-plank bridge in front of him!

"The monk..."

Shen Du still remembered that he asked, if the Buddha cut his meat to feed the eagle, and sacrificed his body to feed the tiger, would he be willing to save himself.Then the monk shook his head.At that moment, he didn't jump up and strangle the monk to death, it was kind of him!

"You said that your mother has no unparalleled path, but now you have to force me to become a monk!"

In the body, that strange feeling has swept over along with the cold air rushing up from the meridians.Although the mouth was swearing and unclean, the two thin lips had already begun to tremble faintly.

He felt his legs go weak.

But when he raised his eyes, there was a bright and ruthless look.

The teapot is on the table.

Shen Du knew that the water inside was already cold.

But he still struggled and walked over, took out a clean teacup, poured half a glass of water into it first, then, with trembling fingers, took out a two-inch long light green glass bottle from his sleeve that was as thick as a little finger .

With a swipe of the fingertip, the bottle cap has been removed.

There are no pills hidden in it, just a little colorless and odorless water liquid, just looking at it like this, neither its effect nor its origin can be seen.

When he tilted his hand, the water poured out of the thin vial without leaving any trace.

"Tick tock..."

In just a moment, it was mixed with the tea in the cup, without any trace.

After doing all this, Shen Du's forehead was already covered with a thin layer of thin sweat, and he couldn't stand up at all, so he sat down on the ground along the corner of the table.

The craze came like a wave.

He blinked hard, looked at the sky outside, and only guessed that the monk must have come earlier today than in the past.

After all, is it really possible to be unaware of such a big incident?

In fact, what he expected was indeed good.

After dawn, the rays of the sun gradually emerged from the sky, and the morning bells and drums were knocked on the mountain as usual to remind the disciples in the Buddhist monastery that it was time for morning classes.

The familiar footsteps sounded half an hour later.

With a "squeak", Yuebai's monk robe appeared inside the door.

Shen Du, who was sitting cross-legged under the table and struggling to support himself, calmed down at this moment.

Except for the thin sweat on his forehead and a strange redness on his face, he looked the same as before.

Seeing him walk in, he even teased: "I came early today, but I didn't bring any food. Are you going to starve me to death?"

The monk had never been here at this hour.

The rays of light in the eastern sky, still carrying a little bit of frosty dew in the mountains, soaked his moon-white monk robe.It was obviously much more ordinary, but the moment he walked in, Shen Du felt a strange familiarity.

Is it because all the monks in Tianji Temple give people this feeling?

His eyes fell on the monk's body without blinking, and there was a faint burning fire in his eyes; the monk's eyes also fell on his body, calm and unruffled, but there was something strange in the blood and paleness of his clothes stay on his face.

So Shen Du burst out laughing.

The feeling in his body almost drove him crazy, it was unprecedentedly strong, but at the same time, it also made his rationality reach an unprecedented extreme.

Holding the corner of the case, he stood up slowly, looked at the monk who had already walked up to him, only slowly hooked the cup on the case in his hand, and handed it to the monk.

There was a slight twitch at the corners of the eyes and brows, which was a harsh sarcasm.

"Want to drink water?"

"..."

The monk stopped in his tracks, his heart still like water, but the faint disapproval appeared again in the eyes he was looking at Shen Du.Facing the glass of water he handed over, he didn't take it.

"Don't want to drink?"

Seeing the other party's indifferent reaction, the kindness pretended on Shen Du's face quickly disappeared.

He laughed coldly, took back the cup, raised his neck, took half of the cup in his mouth, and kissed the monk!

Stretching out his hand and pulling, the monk who was already standing in front of him was immediately pulled by him to lean forward.

Shen Du leaned forward.

Before the monk could react at all, he had already pressed his strangely cold lips to him, and that sip of tea mixed with something entered the other party's mouth in this short moment!

Swallow in embarrassment!

The monk was shocked and angry.

Those originally peaceful eyes were covered with a thick layer of frost just like when he offended him a while ago.

Shen Du didn't take it seriously back then, let alone now.Although he was on the verge of collapse, he reacted very quickly. Before the monk had an attack, he immediately sealed the twelve large acupuncture points on his body!

"If you don't want to drink, you have to drink!"

In this world, those who can reject him as Shen Du are either not born or are already dead!Where did such arrogance come from for a stinky monk and a dead donkey?

The acupoints have been sealed, even if he has the strength, he can't use it.

Just for the convenience of doing things, he didn't restrain the opponent's actions, let alone fix the opponent's figure.Just stretching out his hand and pushing, he pushed the monk who had sensed that the tea was not right, and sat down against the wall.

The scalding and domineering medicinal power dyed the monk's face red almost instantly.

At this moment, Shen Du felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

No one knows the efficacy of this medicine better than him.

In the past ten years, he had specially prepared this medicine for himself, and Pei Wuji never drank it.Everything, just to forget myself, forget all the embarrassment and humiliation, so that it can end faster.

After feeding the monk, there was still half of the cup left.

He slightly lowered his eyelids, took a look at the water waves rippling with the trembling of his palm in the cup, in the end he still poured his cup up, drank it, and then threw the cup aside casually.

The voice that speaks, I don't know whether it is insane or crazy, awake or drunk.

"Unexpectedly, you have such a compassionate heart that you are reluctant to kill an ant. You are on the other side of the white cloud, so you don't want to cross a big devil like me who has fallen into the dirty mud and killed people like hemp. You have no choice but to make this terrible plan."

"Monk, don't blame me."

"If you want to blame, blame yourself, just think of kindness and save the demon..."

Chapter 20 Wangyoushui does not forgetyou┃Thick shadows fall under the eyelids, there is a kind of sensationalism that seems to be nothing, seems true.

Forget about water.

Give up half of your troubles and half of your bliss.

After drinking, the seizures are already extremely fast, ten times and a hundred times better than other medicines, not to mention that he is already backlashed by the Heaven and Earth Art at this moment.

After finishing those words with a sigh, Shen Du only looked down at the monk from a high position, and saw that his eyes, which were originally calm and motionless, were stained with a strange color.

Obviously, he has already experienced the effect of Wangyoushui.

But to his surprise, the monk stared at him with two points of kindness and three points of compassion in addition to the initial shock and anger.

as if...

What he just said is just nonsense.

Shen Du laughed: "At this point, don't you still want to tell me that you don't regret saving me?"

Although the monk could not speak, the meaning of his eyes was clear.

No matter what happened, he would not blame himself for a compassionate heart.

Because there is nothing wrong with saving people, even if he is the legendary big devil who kills without batting an eyelid.If the subsequent development is unsatisfactory, it will not be the person who saved the person who was wrong, but the person who was saved was wrong.

The farmer and the snake.

Originally, Shen Du was full of ridicule to say, but the moment he met the monk's eyes, he couldn't say anything for some reason.

He could only shut his mouth, silence, slowly leaned down, and sighed softly: "People are bullied by kindness, so I choose to be a bad person, so that I can bully a kind and good person like you."

The potency of the medicine surged up too fast.

In the first half of the sentence, his voice was still a bit cold without fireworks, but by the time of the last sentence, it had already added a dark hoarseness.

His drunken eyes narrowed slightly, but he stretched out his hand, stroking the monk's eyebrows.

He had thought about it a long time ago.

How could there be such a good-looking monk in the world, and how could a monk have such good-looking eyebrows?

I want to describe it and outline it with a pen; I also want to, with such a light touch, let the corners of the eyes and brows that are not stained by a little dust and be as compassionate as possible, add a bit of popularity, and pull them into the world of mortals.

Now, when the interest comes up, I move with my heart.

Shen Du's fingertips were as cold as his lips, exuding a sinister coldness.But the monk's body temperature rose sharply because of the Wangyou water, like a piece of hot coals.

From his fingertips to the tip of his heart.

It's just such a slight touch, Shen Du's breathing couldn't help but become a little quicker, and a certain secret and shameful desire in his heart became wanton and blatant due to the influence of the medicine.

His eyes seemed to be on fire.

The burning of desire made his hands lose weight, and the transparent nails trembled, drawing a thin bloodstain above the monk's brow bone.

For a moment, Shen Du couldn't tell whether he was in the reality, or in the illusion, or in the maze of both reality and illusion.Dominated by the desire aroused by Liuhe Shenjue and Wangyoushui.

He leaned over.

No longer satisfied with just stroking the monk's brows and eyes, she wants to take a step closer, kiss him, and seduce him...

Lips and lips stuck together again.

Cold and hot, exchanging temperatures with each other.

He knew that his posture at the moment was not good-looking, because the monk did not close his eyes, and he could see his own face and eyebrows from the bottom of the other's eyes.

Without the ferocity that used to intimidate the heroes, even the heavy hostility on his body has been reduced, and what is stained on him is actually a bit of prostitution.

Even if it was because he was too cold, this beauty was also cold.

But at this time, that intoxicated posture with red eyes, how can there be any dignity of a demon or Taoist master?

Heartbeat is accelerating.

The flow of blood also became faster.

Shen Du only felt that the effect of Wangyoushui this time was stronger and stronger than ever before.The power of the medicine quickly blended with the coldness produced by Liuhe Shenjue, and soon his lips were blue and white, but his forehead was covered with thin sweat.

He kissed the monk's lips a little jerky.

At the beginning, it was just groping and grinding, but after a while, I felt that it was not enough, and I poked out the tip of my tongue, intending to pry open the monk's tight lips and seek deeper.

But the monk looked at him coldly.

At the moment when he kissed for the third time, the only five points of compassion left in his eyes slowly diminished like an ebbing tide.And as his behavior became more and more wanton, the darkness and coldness hidden in the darkest and bottommost place gradually surfaced.

A little bit disappointed.

But after a flash, it disappeared completely, replaced by a bit of regret, but without the slightest hesitation.

He raised his hand.

Shen Du even kissed him forgetfully.

But the next moment, the lips and tongue that traced the shape and outline of the opponent's lips stopped suddenly.A creepy feeling, accompanied by the hot touch on his neck, suddenly rose from the back of his head!

"you--"

There was only time to spit out half of the voice, and the second half disappeared automatically when it touched the faintly floating murderous intent in the monk's eyes.

He wants to kill him!

This kind of cognition suddenly made Shen Du feel suffocated.

Even if the whole person has been tossed by the joint force of Liuhe Shenjue and Wangyoushui to the point of forgetting his own name, life and death are at stake!

At this moment, he restrained his mind almost subconsciously, and wanted to slap the monk's head in return!

But who would have guessed?

At the moment when his palm was about to fall, the monk's clear expression suddenly changed, and a strange flush suddenly appeared on his face!

The sharp shrinkage of the pupils is an unexpected pain!

Immediately afterwards, there was a "poof", and a mouthful of blood spewed out!

The palm that was pinching Shen Du's neck and was about to be broken with all the force immediately became weak with this sudden change.It was as if a strange force had penetrated his limbs, heart, lungs and viscera, causing him to suffer terrifying pain!

Suddenly, a layer of black air floated on Ruyu's gentle face.

Violent and cold.

It is incompatible with his original Zhongzheng Peace!

The hot blood splashed out and landed on the moon-white monk's robe, and also on the back of the monk's hands, between his fingers...

Shen Du was stunned for a moment.

The palm that was slapping the monk Tianling Gai stopped in the middle of the road, and it was also full of murderous intent, but at this moment, it was a little more confused: This monk, what's wrong?

He just felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it all at once.

The monk in front of him obviously also thought that such an accident would happen to him, and his mood, which had always been calm, was shaken a little, but it intensified the reaction of the medicine.

Wangyou water was prepared by Shen Du for his own use, how overbearing?

He was able to maintain clarity at the beginning, but it was because of the solid cultivation that he had laid a solid foundation over the years, as well as this extraordinary concentration that would not be invaded or disturbed by foreign demons.

But just now, at the moment when he was ready to kill Shen Du and was about to exercise his skills, an extremely cold and extremely yin qi gushed out from his internal organs like a needle prick.

What he cultivates is Zhiyang Zhigang.

The power of extreme cold and extreme yin is as powerful as fire and water with his various exercises, and he didn't have any defenses, only in this moment, he has already achieved the Tao.

All the strength in the whole body is directed towards the foreign breath in the viscera.

The monk was at war with heaven and man, and it was miserable.

Even if he still had the intention to kill Shen Du and get rid of this harm, he lost that power.Not to mention, Shen Du still has [-]% of his skill at the moment, how can he kill him easily?

The problem lies in the sip of tea that the other party forcibly fed him.

But the irony is, when he saw himself vomiting blood, the stunned expression on his face did not seem to be fake, as if he hadn't expected this to happen before him at all!

For the first time, he regretted saving Shen Du.

For a natural demon like him, even if he summons the gods and Buddhas in the nine heavens, it may not be able to make him repent.He is a mortal body, how can he survive?

It is better to kill it!

Compassion reappears in the eyes, and there is a faint sense of great sadness; but the body is fighting with ice and fire, between the two heavens, if there is a slight carelessness, 20 years of penance will be destroyed, and you will go crazy!

The monk looked at him like this for a long time.

After all, he retracted the hand that was no longer able to support it, and while his lips were moving, he said "Amitabha" silently, and he folded his hands together, sat up cross-legged, and slowly lowered his eyes, as if he had turned into a Buddha statue.

But Shen Du, who was very close to him, could easily see his trembling fingers, purple lips, and sweaty forehead.

The sweat trickled down and across the monk's slender neck.

After a flash, he quietly submerged into the skirt of his clothes with restraint and forbearance.

"laugh!"

At this moment, Shen Du sneered, the consciousness and mind that had been separated from the body by the monk's eyes all came back, like a boulder thrown into Pinghu!What aroused was his great anger!

"Damn donkey, you want to kill me?!"

He didn't even have the idea of ​​killing this monk yet. Who would have thought that the monk, who was always merciful, would think of murder before him!

What a shame!

Shen Du laughed really angrily.

Desire made him lost, anger made him crazy.

The icy fingers stretched out and grabbed the monk's chin fiercely, forcing him to raise his head, open his eyes, and stare at himself with those pupils that were gradually stained with desire.

The anger in the voice continued unabated, and there was even more sharp sarcasm!

"Do you think you are good at being your fellow disciple? With the skills of a three-legged cat, you dare to attack me!"

"Dare to save me against the displeasure of the world, but now you want to kill me!"

"Crush an ant to death, and you will have a heart of compassion; I am a living person, but you are murderous! I am the one who indulged in a dream, and it is ridiculous to the end, or you, the monk, have six senses that are not clean and five aggregates are not empty." , too crazy?"

The monk was forced to raise his head, looking at Shen Du.

The clarity in those eyes was already extremely unstable, as if being in a world of mortal purgatory, constantly being bitten by strange things from all over the body, the color of the eyes gradually became dark.

After listening to his words, she was still indifferent with that irritating indifference.

"Good, good, good! What a hard bone!"

Shen Du saw it, and the last rational string in his mind was broken by the engulfing anger, and his body's endurance also reached a limit at this time.

Anyway, he is also a first-class expert in the world, so he can tell at a glance that he is at a critical moment, and he is afraid that if he is not careful, he will go crazy.What's more, there is no martial arts at all?

So, as if deliberately trying to touch the monk's bottom line, he put on a cold face, lowered his head again, and actually covered the monk's lips again.

This time, it was like a beast gnawing hard.

He didn't know much about these things in the first place, but now he wanted to torture the monk again, so he was extremely cold and vicious.

In just a short while, there was a strong smell of blood between the lips and teeth of the two of them.

It's just that the monk's eyes on him are still cold.

Like ice knives and snow swords, there is a kind of superior compassion.And this happened to be what Shen Du hated the most, and also the last thing he wanted to see.

After prying for a long time, he still couldn't pry the monk's lips open, he finally gave up, his cold fingers climbed up his warm neck, and a vicious thought rushed up to goug out his eyes.

But in the end, I couldn't bear it.

He thought he was sick.Or maybe the backlash from the Liuhe Shenjue was too strong, making him unable to lift the finger up for a while, so it could only rest on the protruding Adam's apple in his throat.

"Monk..."

There was a low sound in his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, there was a little bit of sadness, but when he lowered his eyebrows, the ending sound disappeared.

Shen Du half closed his eyes, and finally didn't bother to look at the monk's expression.

Looked bad.

He leaned over, sucked his Adam's apple, tried flicking it twice with the tip of his tongue, and bit it lightly with his teeth.After hearing that the monk's breath was suddenly a little thicker and heavier, he slowly went down.

The window is half open, and the light is slightly transparent.

His brows are drooping, and his long eyelashes cast heavy shadows under his eyelids, showing a kind of sensationalism that seems to be nothing but real.

At this moment, the demon Taoist master is very good-looking.

It's just that he doesn't know it.

Using lips and hands together, he peeled off the monk's moon-white robe little by little, exposing the monk's sturdy body in the cold air, from chest to waist and abdomen, and then to the place that had already stiffened below.

The moment he touched it, Shen Du's fingers, which he tried to stabilize, trembled violently.

He never kisses anyone.

What is going to be done now is even more unprecedented.

Even in the dreamlike medicinal power of Wangyoushui, it far exceeded the limit that his dignity could bear...