The old monster loves the poor monk

Are they saved?

Kong Ming pinched his trouser pocket blankly, the bamboo jade talisman inside was indeed gone, the bamboo jade talisman Qiyu gave him saved their lives, a evil way of Yuandan realm, Qiyu just picked up a piece of bamboo leaf for him That's it.

Looking at the probably dead Shen Zhou who was collapsed on the ground not far away, Kong Ming moved his steps and walked over carefully, looked at the pale young man on the ground, and after losing the black energy that wrapped him up, he looked Some of them looked like the mild-mannered man in the photo, but he was skinny and exaggeratedly thin, and the degree of damage on his body could not be described as injuries. The skin and flesh could not cover the bones.

The man slowly opened his dazed and empty brown eyes.

Kong Ming took a step back in fear, and everyone also took half a step back.

Shen Zhou seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes drooped and gradually began to widen a little bit, his eyes changed from dazed to panic and shock, but it was only for a moment, and he laughed again.

It was completely different from the previous smile, with an untimely pleasant and reassuring smile on his pale face, and tears glistened in his curved eyes.

The Tang suit master scolded loudly: "Demon! You have lost all conscience and harmed countless people. Now that you have been beaten back to your original shape, how dare you laugh and despise us?"

Shen Zhou ignored him, turned his flesh-and-blood neck with great effort, and looked straight at Kong Ming, his voice was very hoarse: "I was purified? How did you do it?"

"I... just recited the scriptures." Kong Ming promised Qiyu that he would never reveal his existence, and bit the bullet to tell such an unconvincing lie under the suspicious eyes of Wu Duyin and Shen Zhou.

But the matter was done by Kong Ming, and they couldn't see what was going on with Qiyu's level of power, so they just casually stated whether it was true or not.

Shen Zhou was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, helplessly, joyfully, with sadness and remorse.

His eyes are too complicated, Kong Ming doesn't know why people have such sad and happy expressions.

Shen Zhou cast his eyes on Kong Ming, and he said to Kong Ming in a hoarse voice: "I want to ask you to help me save a person."

"Save who?" Kong Ming asked subconsciously.

The hot-tempered lady Budai exploded: "What are you going to save, you evil way of getting a thousand knives! Even if you are saving, the president of the country will not be hit!"

Zheng Baoguo asked him: "Bai Jia?"

"Yes, Bai Jia, a friend of mine." When Shen Zhou talked about his friend, his bony face showed the same kindness and gentleness as in the photo.

"He is in the First Affiliated Hospital of XXXX in City C, XXXXXX, XX-3, please, give him my Yuan Dan." Shen Zhou read out the string of landmarks and numbers slowly and familiarly, and his lips and teeth touched lightly , The articulation is extremely gentle.

The transparent Yuan Dan floated up from Shen Zhou's leaky lower abdomen, and he stared at this Yuan Dan that had been purified as pure as glass: "Go and save him."

The moment Yuan Dan left his body, Shen Zhou's body quickly withered.

When the flesh was rotting, he could still vaguely see the helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I haven't promised you yet." Zheng Baoguo stared at Shen Zhou, who had withered into a puddle of thin ashes on the ground, and squeezed the mountain roots sadly.

Kong Ming hasn't agreed to him yet, but he just pushed Yuan Dan out of his body and died. I don't know what Zheng Baoguo thinks, but Kong Ming has to go, at least he wants to see that Bai Jia Who is it and is it worth saving? If it is a bad person, maybe he can decide to do nothing, but if that Bai Jia is a good person, he must save him.

Shen Zhou has indeed done a lot of mistakes, but Yuan Dan, who carries strength, cannot be judged right or wrong, and his sick friend is not necessarily wrong. After all, I want to save people, not kill people.

Zheng Baoguo stretched out his hand to the crystal-clear Yuan Dan floating in the air, but Yuan Dan avoided his hand and fell into Kong Ming's palm.

Kong Ming folded his palms and held Yuan Dan: "I'm going to do this."

Zheng Baoguo looked at Kong Ming and said, "I'll accompany you." It was obvious that the two of them were not so reassured about each other.

Walking out of the small cave that almost made them reincarnated, seeing the bright sunlight passing through the leaves and falling spots is an unreal feeling of trance. They just survived a desperate struggle.

As long as he thinks of surviving, Qiyu's face will appear in Kongming's mind infinitely. From falling off the cliff on the winding mountain road to the bamboo jade talisman in the filthy tide, he really has survived to this day only because of Qiyu.

On the way back, only the six of them and the old Taoist's young apprentice boarded the car back to Fengdu, while the old Taoist lay in an ice coffin and was slowly transported back to Fengdu.

Kong Ming held Shen Zhou's Yuan Dan tightly in his hand and didn't let go, both he and Wu Duyin were still recalling what happened just now with lingering fear in their hearts.

They never thought that there would be such a powerful cultivator in this world. Wu Duyin always thought that people like her were the most powerful. After all, they have magic weapons that ordinary people cannot have. In this world where it is difficult to practice, their The starting point is already higher than that of many practitioners.

But Shen Zhou went the opposite way, and in this world where spiritual energy is thin, he used methods such as refining living souls to absorb resentment and other methods to kill a bloody way. The spirit of creating conditions.

Moreover, the effect of Kongming chanting is far more powerful each time. Ye Yuan and Zheng Baoguo are not at the level of ordinary people. If she wants to continue to expand and lead this group, she must create qualifications without being a leader.

After returning to Fengdu, Zheng Baoguo immediately arranged a car to the Affiliated Hospital of City C. Wu Duyin took a rest because she was too tired. Before lying down, she asked Shen Yining or Lin Caijun to go with Kongming. She was worried about being empty Ming went out alone with Zheng Baoguo.

From another perspective, she was worried about Kongming's safety and wanted to win over Zheng Baoguo. Lin Caijun, who was the most capable of making jokes, volunteered to protect Kongming and shoulder the responsibility of developing the team.

The two sat in the back seat of the car, and Zheng Baoguo, who was driving in front, glanced at them in the rearview mirror: "Don't let the Dao Cultural Center know about the existence of Neidan."

"Will the Dao Cultural Center confiscate the inner alchemy?" Kong Ming asked bluntly.

"I will take over." Zheng Baoguo changed his wording.

Kong Ming looked at Zheng Baoguo who was steering the steering wheel in the front seat, it seemed that he still wanted to save Bai Jia: "What kind of person is Bai Jia? Do you know him?"

"I don't know him. He was a freshman in City C. The murdered woman was his classmate."

"Aren't they unrelated?"

"It's just such a little involvement. Bai Jia had an accident half a year ago and became a vegetative state. She is still in the hospital bed without the slightest consciousness."

"What accident?" Could it be related to Shen Zhou?

"Going out to have dinner with friends, on the way back I encountered a series of car accidents caused by drunk driving."

It sounds like Zheng Baoguo has almost done the investigation of Bai Jia, and there is nothing wrong with it.

After taking the car for more than an hour and a half, I arrived at City C and drove around the city for a while. When I arrived at the address Shen Zhou told him, it was already 10:30 in the evening. The hospital was brightly lit with incandescent tubes Densely emitting light, I counted the number of the ward and arrived at the door of the ward that Shen Zhou said, looking in through the glass window, there are three beds in it, two of them, the one inside is a middle-aged man, and the one next to the window is a young man , Both of them were in a vegetable state, lying motionless on the bed.

There was no one to take care of him, probably because he happened to be changing shifts or his condition was stable and he did not keep vigil at night.

That young man should be Bai Jia, as soon as the transparent Yuandan approached him, it buzzed violently.

Through the mirrored left eye, Kong Ming could vaguely see a wisp of very faint black air entangled on the boy's face, which came from the same source as Shen Zhou's black air before he was purified, and also had the same source as Shen Zhou's Yuan Danli. The same spiritual power was covering his body, and that spiritual power was maintaining the young man's stable vital signs.

Except for the wisp of black energy and Shen Zhou's spiritual power, this young man is just an ordinary person who just happened to encounter misfortune.

Yuan Dan flew towards Bai Jia spontaneously, and fell into his chest. The black air hovering between his brows was dispelled, and the fluctuating lines on the multi-parameter monitor screen suddenly rose.

Bai Jia woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the three of them in confusion.

Kong Ming also looked at him, not knowing what to say to him.

Bai Jia's head was in chaos. All he could remember was that he heard a sharp and piercing braking sound at the end, and when he turned his head, he saw the car rushing towards the sidewalk towards him, and when he opened his eyes, this was here.

Kong Ming scratched his hairy head: "Your friend Shen Zhou asked me to save you."

"Shen Zhou?" Bai Jia's questioning voice was still weak and dry: "What about others?"

"He..." Kong Ming looked at Lin Caijun, and Lin Caijun, who had understood the general development before and after, laid the groundwork: "Because something happened...he died."

Bai Jia blinked her eyes, a little unable to understand.

Kong Ming couldn't answer what Bai Jia couldn't understand, probably except Shen Zhou, no one knew why Shen Zhou wanted to save him.

Kong Ming was also at a loss for Bai Jia's bewilderment. He thought that Bai Jia and Shen Zhou were good friends, and when he heard that it was Shen Zhou who wanted to save him, he would naturally understand everything, but now Bai Jia didn't seem to know what it was. what happened.

Zheng Baoguo stood aside silently and said nothing.

Kong Ming said goodbye to Bai Jia and left the ward.

Until saying goodbye to them, Bai Jia was still in a trance.

He stared blankly at the dazzling incandescent tube.

Shen Zhou rescued him?

Why did Shen Zhou save him?

Shouldn't it be the doctor who saved him?

Why did he wake up at this time? As soon as he woke up, those three people stood by his bed and said to him, Shen Zhou, please let me save you.

When Bai Jia thought of Shen Zhou, the first time he saw Shen Zhou in his impression was outside high school. He had just finished playing basketball, and he was buying drinks in a small shop with the basketball in one hand covered in sweat. Shen Zhou was walking back and forth outside the shop. After walking around for two turns, Bai Jia greeted him curiously: "Hi! What are you looking for?"

Shen Zhou didn't seem to expect that someone would greet him, and he seemed to be taken aback the moment he saw him, as if he was surprised, or moved.

He explained with him that he wasn't looking for anything.

Bai Jia bit the straw nonchalantly, "Oh, I saw you walking back and forth there, and thought you were looking for something."

Shen Zhou kept looking at the drink in his hand with indifferent eyes, and then Bai Jia invited him to drink the same drink, the sour lemonade seemed unaccustomed to Shen Zhou, but he still said to the point: "It's not bad. "

Later, Shen Zhou treated him to a meal of Japanese food in return for the glass of lemon soda. Shen Zhou said that because of the hot weather, he guessed that he would not want to eat hot food. Shen Zhou guessed right. He had a very happy meal. Naturally, we became friends.

He knew that Shen Zhou was an idle Taoist priest, a freelancer who made money by exorcising evil spirits and praying for blessings. Shen Zhou would tell him some interesting stories he encountered at work, a couple who wanted to catch ghosts but had ghosts in their hearts, and pretended to be possessed by evil spirits. Little kids who trick their parents into avoiding class.

Shen Zhou is a very generous person, and there will always be various reasons for people to accept his kind gifts.

Later, he was admitted to university and came to City C. Shen Zhou also temporarily lived in City C due to some work reasons. The two met more often, and the relationship became closer. Shen Zhou can be said to be owned by Bai Jia. The most special one among friends, he is completely different, but somehow the relationship is getting closer and closer.

Shen Zhou is a freelancer with a high salary who is kind and generous to his friends. This is all Bai Jia's impression of him.

Of course, he is very cheerful when he smiles, and he always likes to tell him ghost stories that don't make much sense. Occasionally, when he is lucky, the dishes he cooks will be salty and just right, but he never likes to be photographed when he is given the best camera.

But this man is dead.

Bai Jia was very sad when he thought of this fact. The regretful vacancy seemed to have dug a hole in his heart. Since then, there will not be such a Shenzhou in the world.

There was a sudden burst of warm heat from his chest, and the warmth from his body relieved his emotional discomfort, as if his heart wasn't so hollow anymore.

The crystal-clear Yuan Dan was in his chest, next to his heart, exuding energy.

It does not like his mourning and sorrow.

Now that I'm here, I'll protect his smile.

Searching back and forth at the scattered intersections, Shen Zhou has probably done this seemingly strange thing hundreds of times. This is a lonely world. There are tens of thousands of people walking past him. Few out of ten thousand people would smile at him, and among these few people, no one had ever come to say a word to him.

He is a practitioner, and he should live alone on the edge of this world.

Nor did he expect to smile and talk.

But when he was hovering at that intersection, someone stopped him. The young man was holding the ball in one hand and the drink in the other. His jersey and black hair were already dripping with sweat, and he stood there thin and straight. He asked He: "Hi! What are you looking for?" When he spoke, he had a happy smile of a young man who knew no worries, and the light in his eyes was almost comparable to the flowing stars of the Milky Way.

Shen Zhou later forgot what he was looking for that day.

He was probably looking for him.