Shaolin monk

Ling Duoduo stayed in the Qionghua Guild Hall. Although he expressed his unwillingness to intervene in the duel between Li Xiaohuan and Fang Shiyu, he promised that if Li Xiaohuan violated the agreement after the contest and asked Fang Shiyu's relatives and friends to fight, he would come forward to stop him.

For the ring competition seven days later, Miao Cuihua led a group of people to jump up and down to do emergency training for Fang Shiyu. Ling Duoduo didn't bother him, and stayed in a small secluded room by himself, eating fast, chanting Buddha, and practicing mental techniques.

If this is history, it is impossible for Fang Shiyu to be beaten to death by Li Xiaohuan now. If this is a novel or a TV series, then it is even more impossible for Fang Shiyu to die as the protagonist. Ling Duoduo knows the final result of the contest, and his identity is not suitable. I got involved too much, so I adjusted my position and repeated my life in Shaolin Temple every day in an orderly manner.

Six days later, the next day was the day when Li Xiaohuan and Fang Shiyu would fight in the arena. Ling Duoduo turned over a page of the "Diamond Sutra" with lowered eyes, and said softly, "If the benefactor doesn't do special training, what's the point of coming here?"

A figure turned down from the backlit wall in the west, and a young man with delicate features fell on the ground deftly, looked at him in amazement, and said with a smile: "I even held my breath on purpose. I'm here, it's really good ears."

Ling Duoduo didn't answer, just lowered his head and continued to flip through the book.

Fang Shiyu was not defeated by his indifferent attitude, instead he came over with great interest and said, "Little master, you helped Sister Hua out of trouble a few days ago, and you helped me out of trouble, I always wanted to thank you Well, I'm really sorry for the delay in coming here."

This person is indeed interesting, and it is not at all obvious that he is a person who is going to die tomorrow. Ling Duoduo finally moved his eyes away from the Buddhist scriptures, and lightly fell on his face: "What you should do now seems to be to intensify your training. , instead of coming to say 'thank you' to me."

"Training? It's all about luck that I even beat Thunder Tiger. Could it be that I can really defeat Li Xiaohuan within seven days?" Fang Shiyu sat cross-legged across from him with a relaxed expression, shaking his neck, "When the monk recites scriptures, he always With legs crossed, don't you feel numbness in your legs after a long time?"

"No." After Ling Duoduo finished speaking, he looked at him for a while, then smiled slightly, and said, "You don't seem to be as calm as you have shown yourself."

Fang Shiyu looked at him with a smiling face, and after a long time, he shrugged and looked left and right.

Ling Duoduo lowered his head and said, "There is no one else around."

"Do you know what I hate about monks the most? It's the way you always think you know everything." After Fang Shiyu finished speaking, he didn't see him getting angry. He was quite bored, so he could only continue the topic just now, "I didn't expect to caused such a great disaster.”

Ling Duoduo did not answer, and continued to read the Buddhist scriptures with lowered eyes. He could see that what the other party needed now was just a stranger who could keep a secret, and what he needed was a dumb audience, not a smart speaker.

In fact, he can understand this feeling very well. There are some things that he can't say to acquaintances, because he is afraid that they will worry, so he can only come to him, a stranger he doesn't know at all.

Ling Duoduo had recently heard comments from Fang Shiyu's servants that Fang Shiyu acted as if nothing had happened, probably because he didn't want others to worry too much about him.

Fang Shiyu rambled on for a long time, and finally concluded with the sentence "It would be great if there is a way to not die", propped his cheek and said: "Little master, I don't know if I will be able to make it to the ring tomorrow, what I said today is true." I want to go out to fly a kite, do you want to follow along?"

Ling Duoduo didn't answer the rest of the question, but instead asked, "Since you don't want to die so much, why don't you just leave Hangzhou and go back to Guangzhou?"

After a short pause, he deliberately raised his voice slightly and emphasized: "I have already promised my senior sister that I will protect the Dharma for the Qionghua Guild Hall. Even if you escape, the people here will be fine."

"Don't be kidding, if I run away, I won't be able to raise my head and be a man for the rest of my life." Fang Shiyu clenched his fists, and his voice sank, "Even if I die, I will die in the ring!"

Ling Duoduo didn't make a sound after listening to it. This should be said to be a difference of personal choice. If it were him, facing such a match that can be said to have almost no chance of winning, he would definitely avoid his edge.

It's not that he is afraid of death, but that Fang Shiyu, as the only son of the Fang family, has more burdens on his shoulders, and now is not the time to be arrogant.

Two completely different values ​​do not matter who is right and who is wrong. Since this is Fang Shiyu's choice, Ling Duoduo did not make unnecessary persuasion, he is willing to respect other people's values.

Fang Shiyu patted his buttocks and stood up, and asked, "Aren't you really going to fly a kite with us? The season is right now, kites can fly very high!"

Ling Duoduo shook his head lightly.

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Ling Duoduo didn't go to watch the battle, but he could see how tragic the scene was just from the bloody front of Fang Shiyu who was carried back sideways.

A group of people yelled and carried Fang Shiyu back. Ling Duoduo stood waiting at the gate of his small courtyard. Hearing the movement, he went forward to meet Fang Shiyu. Look at a large group of people around: "Go in and talk."

Although Miao Cuihua was almost lost in anxiety, she also understood what he meant, waved away all the servants who had nothing to do with coming over, and led a few trustworthy people into the room.

Fang Shiyu was put on the bed without saying a word, and she seemed to have passed out. Miao Cuihua asked anxiously: "Little master, you said you know medical skills, how is Shiyu?"

Ling Duoduo probed for his heart veins, tapped a few key points on his chest, and activated the "Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu", sending a stream of peaceful internal energy away.

Fang Shiyu shivered for a moment, opened his mouth to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, but slowly opened his eyes, looked at him with a smirk: "Little master, your bald head is really eye-catching."

He was still able to talk, at least he was not dead, Ling Duoduo thoughtfully moved away from the seat beside the bed, so that Miao Cuihua and Fang De could see Fang Shiyu's appearance clearly at this time.

Miao Cuihua's tears were rolling in her eyes just now, but she also burst out laughing, and exclaimed in surprise: "Master, he's not dead yet!"

Although the sight of Fang Shiyu vomiting blood when he opened his mouth at this time was too miserable, he still had breath after all. He smiled slightly, and took out a small copper plate from his chest with a little pride: "Fortunately, there is this..."

Miao Cuihua took a closer look, and although a large piece was sunken in the middle of the copper plate, she could vaguely tell what it was by virtue of its shape, and pulled Fangde's arm bouncingly: "Master, it turned out to be the guardian of Lord Yue of the Chenghuang Temple." Xinjing saved him!"

"Mother, help me roast a big-headed pig, thank you, Grandpa Yue..." Fang Shiyu said with difficulty, took a breath, and his eyelids turned white.

Ling Duoduo sighed that at such a juncture, he still had the aura of a comedian when he spoke at this juncture, and stepped forward half a step: "Senior Sister Miao, please let all the idlers go out, and the little monk will push the acupoints for Young Master Fang, so as to slow down the pain." injury."

Miao Cuihua thanked her repeatedly, and hurriedly gave up the space, Ling Duoduo said again: "Young Master Fang has a good fortune, but Senior Sister Li probably won't let it go, please think of a perfect plan."

Miao Cuihua reacted very quickly, and ordered the servants: "The fact that Shiyu is not dead must not be leaked—Fang Xian, Bao Ma, quickly set up a mourning hall, let us make room for the little master, and surround ourselves Cry, the louder the better."

With the help of Hong Xiguan and Hu Huiqian, Ling Duoduo helped Fang Shiyu up, saved a mouthful of internal energy, and slowly poured it into his body from the palm of his hand.

After about an incense stick of time, he opened his eyes amidst the fake cries all over the sky, frowned and said: "Master Fang's condition is not very ideal, his bones and tendons have been damaged, and it will not be able to recover in a short time .”

It was because he had just treated him in time to reduce the damage. Ling Duoduo touched his chest, nodded and said: "The mandarin duck chain legs in Shaolin Temple are really well-deserved. Li Xiaohuan's internal strength is very strong. If it weren't for that heart-protecting mirror, you at this time Already dead."

Fang Shiyu grew up soaked in his mother's medicinal wine since he was a child, and he has a copper skin and iron bones, but the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest is an obvious weakness.

Fang Shiyu sighed and said: "When I was on the stage just now, I almost died of breath, but she was so cruel that she kicked me off the ring with all her strength, and she hit this acupoint."

Ling Duoduo glanced at him, nodded and said, "Such a long sentence can be said in one breath, it seems that your life is hard enough, and you can't die in a short time."

"Wow, you, a monk, can't you be more particular about your words?" Fang Shiyu grinned, bared his teeth in pain, and twitched the corners of his lips, "Of course my life is hard, I'm Fang-Shi-yu- "

At the beginning, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe, his chest was burning and hurting, it was as if he was dead, but after the other party sent his internal energy, Fang Shiyu felt much better for a while, and he could even speak out naturally .

Ling Duoduo didn't respond to this man's sloppy talk, but first withdrew his internal strength, and then said: "I'll help you repair the main veins and tendons first, but I'm afraid I can't do anything about the details. .”

"Sister Hua, that's my mother. Her medicinal wine has always been very effective. Maybe it will be cured after a comfortable bath?" Fang Shiyu is still very optimistic about this, he feels that he is absolutely doomed With the example of Houfu, even Li Xiaohuan was able to survive the ring, and the injuries of this body will surely heal slowly.

"You mean medicinal wine?" Ling Duoduo glanced at him, touched his chin and said, "What a coincidence, this little monk has a baby sister who specializes in Shaolin medicinal wine, and this little monk also knows a little about it, I'll go out and have a look. "

After finishing speaking, he put Fang Shiyu flat on the meeting bed, and said softly: "Just rest for a while, don't make any noise, many people outside are crowding around to see your body, it's all up to Senior Sister and the others to block the door."

Fang Shiyu lay on the bed like a dead body, and said quite moved: "Little Master, we met by chance, and you have taken so much trouble for me, you are really a good person."

Ling Duoduo, who suddenly received a good person card, couldn't help laughing, but didn't answer, pulled the curtain on the bed and walked out.