Hearing Wei Hong's question, the weirdo said angrily, "Shaolin or Wudang, what does it have to do with you?"
Wei Hong looked at the weirdo carefully, pondered for a moment and said, "Twenty years ago, the Southern Shaolin School in Quanzhou came to challenge the Northern Shaolin School in Songshan Mountain, hoping to compete for the position of Shaolin's No. 1 Zen Master. The Southern Shaolin School was defeated in martial arts and plotted to set fire to it.
Songshan Shaolin Temple. Unexpectedly, the plot was discovered, and in the end it was discovered that only the chief Zen master of the Southern sect was burned to death in the fire. Since the leader was dead, the head of the Songshan Shaolin sect did not make any further calculations and let all the Southern sect disciples go down the mountain."
At this point, Wei Hong raised his eyebrows, looked at the weirdo with a strange expression and said, "Is it possible that Monk Qingyun, the chief Zen master of the Southern Shaolin School and the instigator of the war twenty years ago, is not dead?"
When the weirdo heard Wei Hong's words, he jumped up and wanted to escape. Unexpectedly, the force of Wei Hong's palm hit him so hard that he couldn't even lift him up, fell down again, and coughed repeatedly.
"It's been so many years, and Monk Void still hasn't let me go? I've been hiding here, and I'm not a human being, and a ghost is not a ghost, but he still wants to come and destroy me!" the weirdo roared hoarsely.
Qiao Xianyong had never heard of this martial arts secret. He looked up and down at the weirdo with great interest.
Wei Hong glanced at the weird man with contempt and said coldly, "Master Void passed away five years ago. The grudges and grudges of your Shaolin sect have nothing to do with me. I want to take my disciple to see the miracle doctor who will not suffer any loss. You
Give me some directions."
When the weirdo heard Wei Hong's words, he froze and murmured, "Senior Brother Void, Senior Brother Vukong." His eyes were distracted, and he completely ignored Wei Hong's request. After he read a few words
Suddenly he yelled, "Brother Void!" While shouting, he reached out and tore off his bark-like robe with all his strength.
The bark robe seemed to wrap his body very tightly and could not be completely taken off. The weirdo tore out many holes in one piece here and there, exposing the skin and flesh inside.
Qiao Xianyong was very horrified when he saw the naked flesh of this weirdo. It looked like the skin was stitched together with needles. It was of various colors, black, brown, white, hairy, hairless, smooth and aged. He didn't know how many pieces of skin were spliced together.
Together.
The weirdo didn't even look at Wei Hong and the two of them. He screamed and jumped to nowhere. He quickly blended in with the color of the mountain forest.
"Let's go, what are you looking for? It was probably the miracle doctor who asked him to come out and block the way." Wei Hong had no interest in weird people at all and urged Qiao Xianyong to hurry up.
Qiao Xianyong was still shocked by the strange appearance and commented, "Master, this man is really scary. How come his skin is in pieces."
Wei Hong said unsurprisingly, "The world is full of wonders. It doesn't matter if you look scary, but the human heart is the scariest thing."
Qiao Xianyong nodded and asked, "Master, when you praised the miraculous doctor, why did this weirdo refute you? Is it because the miraculous doctor refused to treat him and became angry with him?"
Wei Hong actually didn't know about the relationship between the weirdo and the miracle doctor, but he guessed that the person who followed them must be related to the doctor, so he spoke out. Wei Hong frowned and said thoughtfully, "Back then, this Qingyun
The monk has top-notch martial arts skills and is extremely resourceful, so the head of Shaolin fell into his trap. It is said that he is also a majestic man, but he never expected to end up like this, ugh!"
Qiao Xianyong silently pondered what his master said. When he arrived, the forest suddenly became clear. Qiao Xianyong saw something like green smoke rising not far ahead. He blinked hard, and looked again, and saw that the green smoke was indeed coming from
Rising from a house.
"Master, there is someone living in front of me! He must be a miracle doctor living in seclusion in this deep mountain and old forest!" Qiao Xianyong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said excitedly.
However, Wei Hong felt that the matter was not that simple. He whispered, "You are so thoughtful, go ahead and call for a visit."
The smoking house was surrounded by a wooden fence. From the outside, it looked like there were three or four wing rooms. The fence door was wide open. Qiao Xianyong straightened his clothes, tied up his messy hair again, and walked in vigilantly.
courtyard.
"Bang, bang, bang," Qiao Xianyong knocked on the wooden door and said loudly, "Is the miracle doctor here? Songyan sent Wei Hong and his disciple Qiao Xianyong to come and see him!"
The moment he knocked on the door, Qiao Xianyong had countless thoughts in his mind. Is this the residence of the miracle doctor? Is the miracle doctor willing to treat his injuries? If it is true as the master said, the miracle doctor will treat his internal injuries and give him some external injuries.
, what to do.
The door opened with a creak, and a handsome young man with a bun in his hair walked out from inside. He was not much younger than Qiao Xianyong. The young man closed the door and said respectfully, "This young hero,
Are you looking for Mr. Wen?"
Mr. Wen? Qiao Xianyong turned his head and looked at Wei Hong behind him in confusion.
Wei Hong nodded calmly.
It turned out that this miracle doctor's surname was Wen. Fortunately, he almost didn't say the words "can't afford to suffer".
Qiao Xianyong bowed and said, "Yes, is Mr. Wen at home?"
The young man raised his head and stared at Qiao Xianyong's face. Suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched and he cried loudly, "Mr. Wen, he, he has passed away!"
Qiao Xianyong's mind was in confusion, and this answer was something he had never thought of before.
He opened his mouth stupidly and said, "What disease did the miracle doctor have? Why didn't he cure himself?"
With tears streaming down his face, the handsome young man glared at him and said loudly, "Everyone is destined to die, but who can live forever? Go back quickly! Don't come back again!" After saying that, he turned around and entered the door, slamming the door tightly.
Slammed the door.
Qiao Xianyong took a few steps back and stood next to Wei Hong, looking at the tiled house in confusion.
"Xianyong, what do you think?" Wei Hong looked at the tiled house with a half-smile.
"Master, I don't believe what this young man said." Qiao Xianyong thought for a moment and lowered his voice. Seeing Master's eyes showing approval, he continued, "I just saw that this young man was crying loudly and his tears were flowing violently, but
It doesn't look like he is sad. The disciple suspects that there is fraud in it, maybe it is also a way for the miracle doctor to stop people from coming to the door."
Wei Hong nodded and sighed softly, "Xianyong, you finally don't believe what others say so easily. You have to remember that some people lie to you intentionally, and some people do it unintentionally, but they can't help it."
Qiao Xianyong said, "Master, I will knock on the door again to see what else he has to say." After that, he strode to the door, knocked on the door and said, "Little Master! Little Master! Open the door!"
Nothing happened.
Mr. Qiao never gave up and kept knocking for half an hour, repeatedly calling the people in the room.
The handsome young man probably couldn't bear the noise anymore, so he opened the door again and said impatiently, "Stop making noise. I told you that Mr. Wen is dead! He has been dead for several years!"
Qiao Xianyong took the next step, stepped through the door, and said with a smile, "Brother, my master has a close relationship with Mr. Wen. Can you allow us to go in and burn a stick of incense?"
The handsome young man's face immediately darkened.