Although Liuxu was anxious, he didn't have time to go to the back mountain that night. Shaoshi Mountain was also a place of continuous war. The Eighteen-stick Monk saved the Tang Dynasty, and the blood drops set the mountain gate on fire twice, killing countless people. At night, it is inevitable that the Yin Qi is deep, which is harmful to the Tang Dynasty.

The patient is not in good condition. In fact, Zhou Yi is not afraid of this, but the woman is careful and has already thought about the future for Ailang, and would rather endure it for one night.

Listening to the beating of dusk drums and the bald-headed Sanskrit singing, Zhou Yi felt much better. Since the injury, he has been unable to speak or move, nor can he fall asleep. This feeling is uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, this night in Duolin Temple, it was rare to fall asleep.

A good sleep, no dreams at all.

Early the next morning, Liuxu fed him breakfast, and just like when he went up the mountain, four monks acted as mountain carriers. They placed Zhou Yi on the soft bed and walked all the way back up the mountain.

Now, after more than half a month of recuperation, Zhou Yi is actually slowly recovering from the mental trauma caused by the 'Little Thunder Tribulation'. When Liuxu feeds porridge in the morning, he can already faintly feel the warmth at the entrance of the spoon. At this moment, even his body

I also gradually gained a sense of touch, and could feel the ups and downs of the mountain road, as if I was walking on a rugged path. Unfortunately, I couldn't speak, let alone use my mental power to leave messages in people's minds. I could only smile secretly. This time, it was Jean Yan.

I caught it. If the catkins wait patiently for another ten days and a half, I will probably be able to heal myself. What do you say...

It is said that Mr. Yan has a very strange temper and dislikes crowds and noise, so Liuxu did not let Cheng Dong and Chen Daoping go with him. Although they were curious, they could not go against the wishes of the chairman's wife, so they had to stay in the temple in silence.

Waiting. Without these two ordinary people walking with them, Liu Xu and others walked very fast. After leaving Duolinhou Temple for only a tea time, they had already walked out on a mountain road of more than ten miles; it was said that it was a road, but in fact it was full of strange rocks protruding from the extreme.

The rugged mountain road was difficult to navigate. It was not even a road. Unexpectedly, the fat abbot Shi Yongcai was so fast on his feet. Not only could he walk calmly side by side with Liu Xu and others, but he also talked about the scenic spots along the way, which ordinary tourists could not

Arrival place.

Liu Xu and Chang Xianggu looked at each other and were secretly surprised. Abbot Duolin was not as obese and martial as he appeared on the surface. Neither of them could recognize his martial arts level. This shows that Shi Yongcai

It goes far beyond the Huajing level. He is a contemporary hidden man who hides his secrets and hangs out in the media and social situations all day long. Duolin, a thousand-year-old temple, should not be underestimated.

"After passing the Qinglong Pond and passing through the bitter bamboo forest, we will reach the residential area of ​​Mr. Yan..."

Shi Yongcai smiled bitterly and said: "There are large towering stone walls in this area, with countless secluded caves. When Patriarch Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years, it is said that it was on the Wuru Peak at the western foot of Songshan Mountain. In fact, this is not the case. The destiny here is

The Cave was the place where he finally understood the Great Way and became a Buddha."

"This Mr. Yan lives in the Liaoyuan Cave facing the wall of Bodhidharma?" Liu Xu didn't find it surprising. The Thirteenth Limit of the Miaozhai in Wangqi Villa is actually a cave, but it has been expanded later.

, it’s just a change.”

"It's hard to say. This 'Wentian Cliff' is known as the Hundred Cave Front, and there are dozens of caves suitable for living in it. This old man Yan... has been in business for a hundred years, and he likes to trade in these caves the most.

It’s very difficult to find the place where he lived. I don’t know which cave he lives in now, so I can only search slowly.”

Shi Yongcai seemed to be very worried about this Yan Juren, and even lowered his voice when he spoke. It was as if old man Yan would hear him louder and jump out to find trouble for him. Liuxu looked very strange and felt No matter how eccentric Yan Juren is, he still lives in Duolin. Does the dignified Abbot Duolin need to be so careful?

"The sun rises over the Songshan Col, the morning bell frightens the birds, the creeks in the forest are gurgling, and the grass is green on the slopes..."

While talking, everyone had already walked through a long stone beam and crossed the Qinglong Pool. In front of them was a large upright mountain wall. There were faintly visible caves on the wall, and vegetation grew at the entrance of the cave. In front of this mountain wall, there was a piece of rock. Green grass has grown on the land that extends upward, and some wild goats come to chew food. When they see people coming, they don't know how to avoid them. They raise their heads and look at everyone, as if to judge whether these people are dangerous.

A burst of singing came, but it was the popular "Shepherd's Song". Originally, this song should have been sung by a graceful and heroic shepherdess on a sunny hillside; He was a man, and he was an old man. Not only did he not have any charming tunes, but he was like Da Lu Huang Zhong. His voice was sonorous. Not to mention Liu Xu and the others, they felt at a loss when they heard it. They felt that this man had simply ruined a famous song. Even Zhou Yi I didn't even frown. I felt so uncomfortable that I felt like vomiting.

"Mr. Yan, you are so elegant."

Shi Yongcai pinched his nose, suppressed the burst of discomfort, and praised him. His voice echoed in the valley for a long time. It was a top-notch internal skill, and he was not afraid that the other party would not hear it. This Yan Juren was praised by the ancients. Dao and others called him "Medical Monk", but he actually didn't agree with it. Even the abbot of Duolin Temple called him Sir when he arrived.

"Hehehe, the little monk is here? Why did you bring someone here? It's really annoying to disturb this layman's elegance. You two girls, please leave quickly. This is not the place for you."

"Swish swish"

There was a sharp sound in the air, but several bamboo leaves were shot from the opposite mountain wall. The targets were Liu Xu and Chang Xianggu. When they saw the two of them, they paused slightly in the air and released their strength. It seemed that they were If you want to lightly slap them in the face, this old man has lived for more than a hundred years in vain. Not only is he rude, but he is also quite frivolous!

Shi Yongcai frowned, his face looked very ugly. Why did he say that the guests were also brought by him, the contemporary head of Duolin? Isn't this a slap in his face? He was about to grab these bamboo leaves, but saw the glory in front of him. In a flash, several bitter bamboo leaves disappeared without a trace. Mrs. Zhou was still standing smiling, as if she had never seen these bamboo leaves before.

"Feijian! Isn't this Mrs. Zhou as simple as she seems?"

During the banquet last night, Shi Yongcai saw that both Liu Xu and Chang Xianggu were good players, but they were just personal skills at best and could not catch his eye. Just now, he only felt the sword energy whistling slightly, but they were only a short distance away from him. Yao, when he drew his sword to chop the bamboo leaves, he didn't even see clearly how he drew and sheathed his sword. What kind of technique was it if it wasn't the legendary flying sword?

Shi Yongcai was shocked and secretly said that he was confused. Chairman Zhou was so rich and powerful. If he didn't have an extremely difficult and strange disease, how could he find Duolin? What's more, this old Mr. Yan was not a human being. Everyone knows that he is really in the dark, and he has actually neglected this. From his wife and husband, it can be seen that this Jay Chou is no ordinary person. He only counts some immediate benefits, but misses the chance to form a good relationship with this Jay Chou. I really regret this opportunity given by fate.

Feeling shocked and full of regret, Shi Yongcai titheed towards the distant mountain wall and said in a long voice: "Mr. Yan, the patient who came today is the chairman of the Zhou Group and has a deep connection with our temple.

"I also hope that the old gentleman can show his rejuvenation skills for the sake of his long-standing relationship with me, Duolin Temple." I asked the Zhou Group for 100 million, and there will be advertising opportunities in the future. Now the monk is regretful.

It is irreversible. Now I can only say a few words and express my sincerity to this Chairman Jay, hoping that we can still forge a good relationship.

"Chairman? Could it be that the one just now is the chairman's wife? Haha, you use a flying sword very well. If I read it correctly, it should be made by Ou Yeye, a famous contemporary craftsman? And it still has the guidance of a famous master. It seems that

Is there any relationship with the Zhongnan sect? Interesting and interesting. Since you are from my sect, it’s different. Did you bring a meeting gift?"

He was very rude and asked for gifts when they met, without caring about his face at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing on the mountain wall in the distance, like a big bird that was frightened. It swooped five or six meters away, and within a few minutes, it crossed the Lixu Mountain Road and landed in front of the catkins.

But it was an old man as skinny as a monkey, looking at Zhou Yi carried by catkins and four monks without blinking his eyes.
Chapter completed!