Wulin Mysteries

Xiuyuan came out of the side hall, and the Tianyi Sect members outside were all holding torches, the young monk was in the sea of ​​flames, the jumping flames illuminated his eyes, he recognized the person standing in the front, who jumped in outside the inn. That time in the small pond was to avoid him.

"I know the whereabouts of the old monk you are looking for, I know his whereabouts, I know everything that the second uncle doesn't know." Xiu Yuan spoke as if he was from Shaolin, and he was sticking to the leader's ear While talking, naturally no one will tear it apart.

The middle-aged man in front of him was startled, and began to scrutinize Xiu Yuan carefully.

"Boss, you can't trust this monk's words. We have already made an agreement with Jue Yin, and he will take care of everything."

The so-called leader is the altar master of the southwestern altar of Tianyi Sect. He was startled when he first saw Cultivating Fate. He felt that this monk was as cold as ice. A monk who became a monk is like a jade-faced Yama who wants to kill people.

"Detain him together, and bring him back to the sub-area."

What Xiu Yuanyin said made the altar master confused. He didn't know whether he was provocative or wanted to surrender, but he regarded him as an important hostage, so he was tied up with the abbot and the old monk. He went down the mountain barefoot and walked all the way back. Southwest branch.

"Amitabha, benefactor, why are you bothering?" The abbot was a short old man, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he said in a strange way: "Master, I am also a Buddhist, what did the benefactor say?"

The abbot smiled and said:

"Although you are a monk, your heart is clearly in the world of mortals."

Xiu Yuan smiled and did not argue.

"Abbot, do you remember the old abbot of Lingyin Temple?"

The old monk stroked his gray beard, smiled and nodded:

"I thought that Lingyin Temple was completely burned to ashes, but I didn't expect that there was still a young monk left."

With a voice that only the two of them could hear, Xiuyuan described all the encounters that day, and even the martial arts from the "Minglan Sutra" that he secretly learned, but the two passages of Lianhuasheng and Ping'an were omitted.

The old monk shook his head and said:

"The "Minglan Sutra" is not something from Shaolin, it's just that your master once mentioned that he wanted to store it in Shaolin, but he sent you out unexpectedly, just..."

They walked down the mountain with thorns and thorns for two or three hours. At midnight, all the people entered a magnificent mansion. The altar owner ordered his men to feed each of them Shixiang Ruanjin powder. None of them could move. The chains are finished, and they walk through into the main hall one by one.

Up to this moment, Xiu Yuan's feet were already bloody and bloody. Because of taking the medicine, he didn't feel any pain. Standing in the hall together with others, the altar master seemed to be scrupulous, and asked someone to extinguish the bright torch. Dismissed many congregants and arranged for them to watch the night: "It's time for the leader of the church to come. You must refrain from making noise, and send more people to patrol, so as not to let the fish that slipped through the net come in and cause trouble."

After giving these many instructions, the altar master saw the abbot's second disciple, Jue Yin, coming. Coincidentally, he could cooperate with him to use his means.

"I respect that you are all well-known heroes in the martial arts, and I don't want to make things difficult for you. In front of you, there are two paths, one or be like Master Jue Yin, foresight, submit to my Tianyi Sect, and have Tianyi Sect as a backer, There is nothing that cannot be done; or... do you remember the disaster of the four great families in the south of the Yangtze River and the destruction of Lingyin Temple?"

Everyone remained silent, knowing in their hearts that the overall situation had been decided, and the Southwest had already been controlled by Padmasambhava. After all, there was only one way to go.

After the altar master finished speaking, he remained silent, sat down in the hall to drink tea, and looked at them once or twice.

The effect of the medicine took effect, everyone was weak and weak, and they hadn't had a drop of water for a long time, and they had been traveling all night, even martial arts masters had tossed half their lives at this moment. On the ground, he said: "The leader of Tianyi is so wise, I will follow him to the end from now on, without any second thoughts."

With an excellent beginning, a lot of things follow in a logical way, until the dawn, the sky began to get bright, except for the abbot of Shaolin, Xiu Yuan, Emei Shitai, and the head of Wudang, everyone had already knelt down.

The altar leader felt that the result was much better than expected, and the rest were hard bones, and he could not settle for a day or two. Now he has more important things-the leader has arrived and is resting in the other courtyard on the mountain. He wants to arrive as soon as possible. Watch outside the house to show sincerity.

Thinking of this, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the jade-faced monk who looked like a Rakshasa, his heart shivered, and he said: "Little monk, don't you have something to say, why are you straightening up your back at this moment, cherishing words like gold?"

In fact, Xiu Yuan was unable to open his mouth, so he just said reluctantly:

"I don't want to tell you, let your leader come."

He used to avoid Padmasambhava, but after experiencing all these things, he calmed down.

The altar master felt bored, and just got off his seat, and found someone to tie them up, and they were going to be put in a water prison. After Lianhuasheng and others left, they would slowly interrogate them.

Unexpectedly, there was a lot of voices outside the hall, and after a while, all of them suddenly shouted in unison, what was the content, but he could not know what was going on, but because of the effect of the loose tendons, his head became more and more confused, and he stood upright by himself I've exhausted all my energy.

Xiu Yuan only knew that someone stepped into the hall and waved his hand. The deafening shouts behind him disappeared instantly, and he felt quieter. Among the crowd kneeling below, a figure flew up, broke free from the chain, and pulled out the chain. He touched the saber next to the altar master, but he didn't know whether it was because he was too fast, or because he was dazzled by Xiu Yuan, so he couldn't see clearly.When he was about to take a closer look, the man hadn't reached in front of Lianhuasheng when suddenly a burly man flashed out and received a sword attack for no reason, but he just laughed. Shan Yao, although his movements were slow, the man was blocked by him suddenly, lost his way, and stabbed him with a sword, but he was not injured at all.While hesitating, he saw the big man slowly raised the ax from behind, Xiu Yuan felt a drop of warm blood splash on his face, right under his right eye, like a tear of blood.

When he opened his eyes again, the man was split in half. It was horrible, and the smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

That man is the son of the head of the Kongtong sect, for some reason he escaped Shixiangruanjinsan, just now he pretended to surrender, seeing Lianhuasheng coming, he probably felt that this was a golden opportunity, and he was caught off guard if he wanted to kill him.

Xiuyuan only felt that his consciousness was lax. He pulled the old monk's sleeve and said:

"Why am I so tired?" As if he was about to fall to the ground in the next moment, Xiu Yuan couldn't raise his eyes, but the old monk actually explained to him seriously: "I was manipulated by evil gangsters early in the morning and lost most of my internal strength. I guess Emei The same is true for the head of Wudang, the deeper the internal strength, the greater the effect of Shixiang Ruanjin Powder."

The two of you said something to each other, and by the time Xiu Yuan realized that someone was approaching, it was already too late.

That man was wearing a golden mask, exactly the same as when Xiu Yuan first met him, it was more than half of Xiu Yuan's head taller, and he had to be forced to raise his face to meet his gaze.

Xiu Yuan thought it was funny, went back and forth, and seemed to go back to a few months ago, but he didn't know if this murderous and decisive leader still remembered him.

Lianhuasheng frowned, his eyes were hidden under the cold mask, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the drop of blood under the little monk's eyes with his thumb, but it couldn't be wiped clean, and it was smudged into one piece. Xiu Yuan's originally pale face suddenly became charming and vivid because of this little red.

Xiu Yuan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, his chest felt uncomfortable, his dizziness was severe, he lost his mind, and fell on the man.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw Padmasambhava's face approaching, but when he touched it, it was a cold piece, blocked by the golden mask.Then he lightened up, as if being picked up by someone, that person was extremely careful, Xiu Yuan only felt that all the drowsiness in his body surged up at this moment, spread endlessly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

This sleep seems to have been sleeping for a long time. During this period, Xiu Yuan wanted to wake up and regained a little consciousness, but fell asleep again in a short time.He could vaguely feel that someone was sitting by the bed talking to him, feeding him water, and the wound on his foot was carefully wiped with warm water, applied with medicine, and finally wrapped up properly.

The bed under him was very big and soft, and Xiu Yuan didn't want to wake up. He turned over a few times, but his warm and generous chest was always pressed against him, and he couldn't shake it off. The little monk was very distressed, but he couldn't wake up. Gradually he thought it was just a scene in a dream, so he ignored him and continued to sleep curled up.

I don't know how long it has passed, Xiu Yuan's hands and feet are not as limp as before, someone puts the palm on his lower abdomen, and transmits internal force to him.

It was late at night when he opened his eyes, the moon and stars were sparse, the windows were wide open, and the evening breeze was blowing in. It was not so cold, but it was a rare pleasure in a summer night.

Padmasambhava took the herbs and cotton cloth in his hand, Xiu Yuan then looked down at his feet, he couldn't help being surprised, he had just finished applying the medicine to himself.

"You woke up earlier than I expected."

Xiu Yuan originally wanted to fall back to sleep, this dream is a bit absurd, but after sleeping for too long, his head hurts, and the first thing he said was: "What time is it?"

Lianhuasheng told him kindly, Xiuyuan whispered:

"I slept all day?"

"No, it's three days and two nights."

Xiuyuan didn't know how many things happened in these three days and two nights, including the emotions and sorrows of the altar master.

At first, because of his meritorious service in guarding the southwest, he was exceptionally promoted to the deputy head of the Dark Cloud Hall. He went to the water prison to visit the old monk.

"Old bald donkey, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be sitting in the seat of deputy hall master."

The old monk shook his head:

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse, we don't know yet."

It was only half a day, the leader didn't know where he took the little monk, maybe he wanted to personally ask about the lost scriptures, but bad news came at noon, the leader gave him to the strange beast he raised, a "chisel" that was more than ten feet long. tooth".

Chiseltooth's appetite has not been very good recently, so it decided to slowly eat this idiot with trembling legs who made his master unhappy.