Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

For some reason, Ming Sinian's injury echoed Feng Changhuan's flute, the pain in his chest was like tearing, and he was rampaging and overwhelmed, causing him to lose all strength.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, only Xu Gui with an expression of "as I expected", came forward and took a branch to poke Ming Si Nian's hairless ponytail.

"My friend from Taoyuan, I'm afraid that even you didn't realize when you were poisoned by the poisonous Gu of Jiuyin. Blindly using spiritual power to heal is just a waste of effort. If you continue to consume it, you will have to drag yourself out of use."

As he said that, Xu Gui stretched out his hand, and Min Si Nian got up from the ground in a fright.

"Don't touch me! Cough... If you have something to say, don't touch me."

If he hadn't coughed up blood to make him realize the seriousness of his injury, he might still be stubborn - he wouldn't ask for help.

In the end, the desire to survive is stronger, he knows that he still needs to live, the task assigned by the patriarch has not been completed, and he has not revenged the hatred of the year, so how can he die here without knowing it?

He gritted his teeth and got up, pushed away Xu Gui's dead branches lying in front of him, brushed past people, and staggered up the stone steps to the top of the mountain.

It is important to be alive, but if you are touched by Xu Gui with mud under his fingernails, you might as well be dead! !

"This man, cleanliness is a bit serious."

Seeing Xugui rubbing his bald head with an embarrassed smile, Yu Fuchen said to himself that there are not many gods like you who have not taken a bath for several years. People stretch their legs and stare!

He was about to persuade people to come to rescue quickly, so as not to delay the time, when he saw that Xu Gui touched the top of the deer's head with his dirty hands very naturally, and led the deer up to the Lixue Pavilion with ease, but he didn't know why Who are you saying hello to:

"Long time no see, I didn't expect you to be alive."

The fairy deer has been hidden in the mountains and forests for a long time, but Yu Fuchen has never seen this spiritual creature show its face.

Feng Changhuan noticed that Yu Fuchen was looking at him, raised his eyes and smiled brightly, seeing him like this, the latter felt a little overwhelmed out of guilt, hurriedly averted his eyes, and was full of joy at the arrival of the distinguished guest, jumping up and down Xu Gui said: "Hurry up and save the Taoyuan sick cat, if you delay any longer, I'm afraid he will have abnormal symptoms."

I don't know which tendon was wrong, and the word "sick cat" blurted out.

Just as he was about to apologize, he saw Ming Si Nian turned around and gave him a hard look, gnashing his teeth, like an orange cat with fried fur, who originally wanted to say something nice, but left it behind before he could say it.

Since then, the image of Ming Sinian in his impression has become a round-waisted, fat orange cat who doesn't like to talk to people, with his tail upturned, his nostrils looking at people, walking past with his head held high, his slender pupils full of disdain.

His temperament is a bit bad, not very pleasing to others, but it has a special charm, after a long time, it is not annoying.

Xu Gui rolled up his cuffs, as if to take Ming Si Nian's pulse.

Seeing this, the latter froze all over, took a few steps back and put his hands behind his back, as if he was going to die together, looking at Xugui with a confused head.

"Could it be that you look down on the medical skills of our Buddhist sect...?"

The other party's face was terrified, and it would be heartbreaking to tell the truth without regard for it: "No, the only thing I look down on is you who are slovenly... that's all."

Daju speaks freely, facing a body of fur that he has to lick three or five times a day, he naturally does not want to be touched by others.

Yu Fuchen couldn't understand his obsession with cleanliness, but it was a fact that a normal person wouldn't want to have too close contact with Xugui, only Feng Changhuan didn't despise him for being ashamed.

To put it bluntly, they are still separated by a silk handkerchief. If there is no accident, the handkerchief will be discarded after going down the mountain.

Xugui does not have the magical skill of fighting and defeating Buddha's pulse diagnosis by hanging silk, but he is second to none in the Buddhist sect, and his medical skills are not too embarrassing. With Ming Sinian's pulse condition, he made a diagnosis in a low voice after half a stick of incense:

"Well... the Gu insects have invaded the internal organs, but fortunately they did not hurt the heart veins. No wonder you have suffered such serious internal injuries. Jiuyin Island has always used the bone flute to control Gu. It is said that the music is extremely unpleasant, enough to make the host go crazy. The sound of the flute just now made the Gu worms in your body ready to move before the old injury relapsed. How long has it been?"

"...Half a month."

"After delaying for so long, you still managed to survive. Can't you tell that your inner strength is so deep? Could it be... the owner had no intention of harming you?"

Hearing what he said, Ming Sinian glanced at Yu Fuchen without any trace, and was facing the latter's gaze with mixed feelings, and immediately looked away, feeling even more unwilling in his heart.

"No, he wished that I would disappear immediately, how could he feel pity?"

If it wasn't for knowing that this matter had nothing to do with Yu Fuchen, the back and forth between the two of them just now was enough for Xu Gui to guess some clues.

Fortunately, he is a monk, and he doesn't have too many messy thoughts. The greatest respect for a person like Ming Sinian with strong self-esteem is not to hear much, not to ask too many questions, to suppress doubts for the time being, and not to talk too much.

"Fortunately, you met me, otherwise, if you go back to Taoxi, that little girl Yikui will be helpless with Jiuyin's Gu."

Hearing that the head of his family was being scorned, Ming Sinian felt unhappy, and he withdrew his hand avoiding it, wanting to argue.

Master Kui, the head of Taoxijian, has worked hard for many years to study the method of healing and saving lives. When it comes to bringing the dead back to life, he accidentally practiced the secret art of rejuvenation, and thus restored his old appearance. He looks like a seven or eight-year-old girl.

At that time, Jiuyin Island made a big fuss by spreading rumors that Taoxijian did not follow the way of cultivation, tried to jump out of the Three Realms, and stopped the war under the mediation of Lingxue Palace. Jiuyin is in a panic.

Now Ming Si Nian's life is in Xu Gui's hands, and he has to bow his head under the eaves.

"Master, can my injury be cured?"

"Unless you die, there is no cure. The only way to alleviate it is to rely on the blood of deer antler. If you want to get the holy blood of spiritual things, they must do it voluntarily. Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to Bai Zi and ask it if it is willing?" ?”

The handsome and proud Qiming Xianlu was given such a shameless name, Yu Fuchen secretly glanced at Feng Changhuan, and felt that it should be his handwriting, almost inseparable.

"...other than that?"

"Wait to die."

Xugui crossed his legs, and Shi Gandang, who was sitting in front of the pavilion, looked up at the sky. He knew that there was no difference between Taoyuan people and Buddhist sects. Fuchen watched Feng Changhuan not to run too far, and seemed to mention it inadvertently: "Speaking of which, Taoyuan and Fozong haven't been in touch for a long time, I wonder what the little girl sent you here for?"

One mouthful of "little girl" is really uncomfortable, and Ming Si Nian's teeth itch with hatred.

"The patriarch sent me to the Buddhist sect for a reason. Forgive me for being impolite, I can only tell the head of the Buddhist sect."

"Senior brother Xu Yun has just passed away, and Xu Wu is a master who wants to put his head in the merit box to smell the smell of copper, so you might as well tell me."

Hearing such an apt description, Yu Fuchen couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, the latter waved his hands calmly to signal him to keep a low profile.

Ming Si Nian thought about it, thinking that what he said was indeed the truth. When he left Taoyuan earlier, Patriarch Yikui did not expect that Master Xuyun would have some good and two bad things at this juncture, and nothing had yet succeeded to the head. To put it bluntly, Buddhism is a mess.

Furthermore, besides nothingness, this dirty monk who occupies the empty generation can also be regarded as the junior uncle of the disciples. When it comes to succession, he should have a part.

Rather than being involved in messy disputes at that time, it would be better to explain the reason to Xugui, who has been avoiding the world for a long time, which can save a lot of trouble, and there is no need to go to visit nothingness again.After all, this person doesn't show affection, and is known as the "ghost-faced venerable" in the Jianghu. Ming Si Nian is a junior, so he really doesn't want to ask for trouble.

"To be honest, I'm here to apprentice."

Xugui Youyou poured a cup of tea, just poured it into his mouth, then choked it out from his nostrils, sprayed the face of Yu Fuchen who was opposite him, beat his chest and coughed for a long time before recovering, staring at Ming Sinian with red eyes , I can't wait to put my face on it.

"What did you say? You want to shave your head bald when you join the Buddhist sect?!"

Feeling sick, Yu Fuchen dripped water from his forehead, Ming Sinian showed mercy, threw the handkerchief he had just used on his face, and replied unhurriedly:

"I came to pay homage to the teacher, but not to worship under the Buddhist sect." As he said, he quietly glanced at Feng Changhuan who was looking up at the sky beside him. "Although he has a relationship with the Buddhist sect, he is not a member of the Buddhist sect. I worship him as a teacher, so naturally he has nothing to do with the Buddhist sect."

Yu Fuchen felt that these words were somewhat familiar, the old monk said the same to him not long ago, although it was inexplicable, but it was Master Xuyun's last wish after all.

Fortunately, he hadn't paid his respects yet, but on the way he killed a big cat with a bad temper. The boy's greasy heart was immediately ignited by sparks, and he retorted on the spot: "No!"

The tone was very firm, and there was a sour smell in the air.

"If you want to refuse, he told me himself, what are you?"

"Since you are the eldest disciple of Patriarch Yikui in Taoxijian, how can you easily worship others as your teacher? Aren't you deviant?"

"How can a personal master be confused with a Jianghu master? He has no family and no sect. Am I still worried about being accused by the states?"

"Then let's talk about first come, first served!!"

After a few quarrels, everyone understood that the real reason for Yu Fuchen's panic was that he was afraid of being robbed of his love...

Xu Gui watched the good show, smacked his lips and sipped the tasteless tea, and didn't say anything to persuade him.

He did understand that these two younger students both wanted to worship Feng Changhuan as their teacher, and they had different concerns, condescending for different purposes, obviously they had some schemes.

Yu Fuchen is alright, this kid is what he has seen growing up since he was a child, he is straightforward, swift and resolute, what he fears the most is trouble, asking him to take risks and take care of an idiot has already touched the bottom line, but he wants to continue this helplessness, isn't it? True love, that is the old monk Xuyun's request.

What about the year of Mins?The chief disciple of Taoxijian, a senior brother who can be in charge of the important affairs of the sect when Patriarch Yikui dies.

Such glory is willing to give up, what is he planning?