Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

After the rain, Tianyu Mountain.

The mountain road is slippery and muddy.

Not a single person was seen along the way, the surrounding villages have long been deserted, and the withered grass on the top of the thatch is swaying in the residual wind. The desolate scene makes people sad.

In the desolate land, is there really someone who can help?

With doubts, Yu Fuchen slapped the secret book in his pocket. The blood-clothed man handed it into his hands last night, saying that it could cure the cold poison in the master's body, and it seemed that he had ulterior motives.

Since it is to save people, there is no reason to lead them astray.

At this moment, Feng Changhuan's injury has stabilized. After being bandaged briefly, his blood began to coagulate, and he still hasn't woken up.

"Master..."

he murmured.

Suddenly, he realized that a fierce creature with strong internal force was coming from a distance, and he had to block it with his backhand if he wanted to touch that person's hand, so that he was pushed ten steps away by the beam of light.

The unexpected attack made Yu Fuchen's spirit tense again, and he crossed his hands in front of his body to reduce the damage. The two deep marks on his feet were full of dust and dead leaves, which seemed to be a bit of a hard fight.

After regaining consciousness, he saw that the weapon inserted into the ground more than a foot deep in the place where he was just now was actually a Zen staff with clanging iron rings.

"There is a saying in the Buddha's words: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. The almsgiver has broken the rules by mistakenly entering here. You might as well play with the little monk."

This sound is distant and clear, surrounding the deep forest, it is suddenly near and far away, it is difficult to guess the direction.

Konggu's sound transmission is enough to show its deep internal strength.

Realizing that the enemy came from the Buddhist sect, Yu Fuchen unsheathed his murderous Luan Dao again, swung it forward, and went straight to where the Zen staff came from.

The color of the tip of the knife is as calm as water, but there is a trace of ripples, causing the blurred enchantment to approach. Just a hair's breadth away, a string of rosary beads flew out from nowhere, and the two collided with each other, making a harsh sound, and both fell to the ground.

The other party was quite sorry: "Tsk! It's no fun, you have to have a begging attitude when you ask for help, it's really rude."

"That's what I say."

When confronting people tit for tat, Yu Fuchen is merciless.

At the end, he said: "Void return."

That's right, false return.

The dirty monk who was killed by Feng Changhuan in the mouth of nothingness.

The other party smacked his lips, stretched out an index finger out of thin air from outside the barrier, and shook it left and right. His clean appearance was very different from the previous empty and dirty palm lines full of dusty virtues, and his nails were even stained with Kodan.

It was this horrific scene that aroused Yu Fuchen's memory, and from the depths of his memory, he found a strange yet familiar name: "Xuan, Nan...?"

When he was in the Buddhist sect, he was not able to worship Master Xuyun due to his lack of luck, but the monstrous monk who behaved strangely in front of him got the true biography of the old monk.

Back then it was because of his elusiveness that Yu Fuchen had a shadow over the monk. Since then, he has felt flustered and unbearable when he saw the bald head.

After being separated for so many years, the strange person who never even sent a greeting, now shamelessly came to his door, and even more so at the critical moment when he was desperate to save others, in desperation, he was even more dissatisfied.

"Get out of the way, human life is at stake, don't mess around!"

XuanNan appeared and jumped down from a high place, stepped on the tree trunk, and went straight to Yu Fuchen.

But the man was too hostile to him, and he was holding a half-dead old man in his arms, Xuannan didn't want to humiliate himself, so he turned over in the air, hooked Yu Fuchen's waist and legs, and then his whole body was close to him. in front of him.

This person is like a giant snake, his body is as soft as boneless, bringing a little bit of coolness.

Seeing that he was easy to bully, Xuannan was even more aggressive, leaning close to his ear, almost poking out the tip of his tongue, he was shouted back: "If you didn't come here for business, go back to the Buddhist sect!"

"Tsk... You are so ruthless. This little monk has come all the way to help you with an urgent need, yet you are stingy even when you speak nicely..."

Tears flow from the depths of love.

Yu Fuchen thought to himself: What a bald donkey who can act.

The difference between him and Xuannan is not because of their temperament, but because most of what that person did was pushing his former self to a dead end, and he didn't even say a word of truth.

When he was young, he was ignorant, he was tricked a few times and still called him a little master, but when he grew up, he was not easy to be deceived, and he knew what Xuannan did, so he just called him a monster monk.

He looks like a dog, but the heavy red makeup between his eyebrows and eyes looks like a monster running down from the stage. It is rumored that he has practiced evil skills to become such a virtuous person, and he has not seen him since seven or eight years ago passed him.

Back then Yu Fuchen asked him why his Dharma title was "Xuan Nan"?

XuanNan only said: "The old man Xuyun said that I am difficult... I am too difficult, so he named me XuanNan."

Yu Fuchen believed it deeply. It was not until Xuannan left that he realized that the Xuan character of Wuxiang Buddha Sect was ranked before the virtual character. Xuan Nan was even a generation older than the old monk. The real age was always a mystery that could not be solved. ... There is no need to say too much about the mystery.

The two held each other silently, worried about his words "to solve the urgent need", Yu Fuchen's attitude loosened first: "Can you save my master?"

Xuannan put all his heart on Feng Changhuan, the wolf cub thought that this monk had broken the prohibition of drinking and meat, and wanted to eat that man, so he blocked Feng Changhuan's neckline out of the desire to protect his food.

Little did they know that the demon monk had clearly committed a crime of lust and was targeting him, so he wished he could take off his robe on the spot to see his figure.

...Little brat, I didn't think he would be so good-looking when he grows up~

"Yes, yes, but you have to give some reward. Since they are all hunted down by nothingness, they are grasshoppers on a rope. The little monk healed his wounds for you, and you protect the life of the little monk, what do you think?"

Yu Fuchen's eyes were full of vigilance, and he made it clear that he didn't believe it, so Xuannan had no choice but to cast a spell to change his appearance, just like when he was in the Buddhist sect.

Yu Fuchen was astonished to see the demon monk transformed into the dirty monk he was all too familiar with.

Xuannan... is it a false return?

If it weren't for the critical moment of life and death, he would definitely have questioned him.

Facing his old friend who "resurrected from the dead", he has only one sentence: "If you can save him, you must save him!"

Xu Gui, or Xuan Nan stroked his forehead: "Don't be nervous, Xu Wu hates this little monk so much that his teeth itch. He wished he could chop up this little monk and feed it to the dogs. Knowing that it is difficult to survive is of no benefit to this little monk, he will do his best to help. But again If you delay, even if you can save your life, the monk will not be able to keep his leg."

Pointing to Feng Changhuan's waist and leg injuries, no one except nothingness would use a formless holy object to cause injuries that would sever muscles and bones, Xuannan was calm on the surface, but in fact a thousand layers of waves were aroused in his heart.

"It's compensation. He took a knife for the little monk, and the little monk helped you save his life. It's a matter of course."

XuanNan pointed to the dilapidated temple in the distance, Gu Zi stepped forward to lead the way, and helped Yu Fuchen to help him in the meditation room that had been tidied up.

Looking at this situation, they should have been prepared long ago.

Xuannan and Xu Guiben were the same person, they spoke and acted in the same way, they simply and neatly tore off Feng Changhuan's clothes, untied the bandages, and stuffed the filth into Yu Fuchen's hands.

When he was in the Buddhist sect, he never showed his exclusive healing powers. Most of the time, he was like a magic stick, chanting some mantras, mixing commonly used medicinal materials to relieve headaches and brain fever, and he hurriedly shouted for help from the Donghai Medical School when he had an accident.

In the past, Yu Fuchen only regarded him as a half-baked guy, but seeing him today, these brushes really lived up to their reputation.

Xuannan's Shenwu is an ebony guqin, the whole body is pitch black, and there are seven strings hooked on it.

Every time the fingertips stroke the strings, there will be melodious sounds pouring out, like springs flowing between pine trees, delighting people's hearts.

As if being healed by the sound of the zither, Yu Fuchen's anxiety and uneasiness were also relieved. The sound of the zither emitted a dazzling orange light, which flowed from the zither into the body of the seriously injured person to heal the pain.

"I didn't expect it to be so difficult. If you said that you might not be able to save him, would you kill the little monk?"

"I'll hand you over to nothingness, and watch him hack you into pieces and tear you into pieces..."

"That's really cruel. I have been pretending to be Xugui for more than ten years. From the time you first encountered Xugui and Xuannan until now, you have played two roles. If it were someone else, you would have gone crazy."

Yu Fuchen didn't take it seriously, and wiped the blood on Feng Changhuan's face, smoothing the crease between his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter, as Bu Yinlou said, things are different and people are different in the Buddha's sect. He said that the Buddha is merciful, and the eminent monk who only knows how to kill with a knife in his hand, doesn't matter if he doesn't worship."

"Don't generalize, Buddhist sects are not all villains, such as little monks?"

"You are no longer a member of the Buddhist sect. How much do you know about hidden affairs?"

XuanNan quickened his movements, the wind changed and the noise was like torrential rain.

"I know a lot, but I can't tell you. You don't need to ask whether you are entrusted by Xuyun or intimidated by nothingness. I will tell you clearly that the one in front of you is the one who is really hiding something from you."

Feng Changhuan, who was being treated by Qu Feng, was poked at the sore spot, he groaned, and his body twitched for a moment, causing Xuannan to be startled, almost thinking that this person had been pissed off.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and his movements of playing the guqin eased up again.

"He's injured too badly, I don't have the confidence to heal him, unless the Eastern Sea Medicine Sect."

"The person who hurt him was Ming Si Nian. Even if he travels far to the East China Sea, he has no chance of surviving."

When speaking, Yu Fuchen endured the emotion that the embankment was about to burst, held Feng Changhuan's cold hand, and shook his head overwhelmed.

"Do your best, Xuannan, I believe he won't abandon me again, such things as life and death... Once is enough."

"Death is impossible. His spiritual power is so pitiful that he is no different from ordinary people. After all, Xuyun's relics can give him limited help. After suffering such trauma, not to mention the serious damage to his vitality, his bones will also be damaged. In the future Maybe he will be sick for ten days and a half months if there is a cold wind every day, can you take care of him forever?"

Yu Fuchen found that there was something in his words: "What do you mean?"

"Cultivators have different levels of skill. Those with deep spiritual power can live for hundreds of years, but the life of ordinary people is only a moment, like a flash in the pan. He is also in his thirties, and he has been able to jump for a few years. He has suffered such a serious injury and prolongs his life. It is very unlikely, there is only one way to hang him with his life."

He took out a pitch-black token from his sleeve, on which the word "Zuiming" was crookedly engraved in seal script.

"Putuo lotus petals, desolate rain. Two top-quality elixir. It is said that they can cure the dead as rewards for the killers under his command. If you want to save his life, you must first put your neck on the blade."

That's what the knife head licked blood said, this kid has brute force, but any monk with a little knowledge will use some routines, he will be crushed to death.

The possibility of him completing the task of Tingyulou alone is similar to that of Feng Changhuan cheating the corpse on the spot. This bad idea may not come in handy.

Hesitating, Xuannan withdrew the chase order, and felt empty-handed in the middle of the journey, the token and the medicine bottle were snatched away.

"Go away, clumsy, don't hurt Master."

It's really not for the wolf cubs to protect food.

"Why? If you really want to try it, you won't be afraid of dying?"

The man didn't answer in silence, XuanNan continued: "Don't worry, listening to Yulou's tasks are graded, chasing orders is only the first step, followed by a heavenly killing order, the former is for chasing, not necessarily people Death, and the latter is aimed at killing, so it must not let people live. Tingfenglou will only send high-level missions with two orders in hand, that is to say, you must meet three conditions before you can get Putuo Lotus Petals and Desert Rain."

"Follow the order, God kill order."

"And your own life. If you have a life to earn, you have to have a life to enjoy it. It's not too late to come to me after you really make up your mind."

"You still have the Heavenly Kill Order in your hand?"

"No, but I have another treasure that can shake the overall situation." Xuannan smiled slyly: "The most important thing that Feng Zhi did with his remaining energy before death was to send you to the Wuxiang Buddha Sect. You have I don’t know, the person who sealed your memory for you after he died is the little monk.”

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