The monk looked down at the blood stained clothes, and his eyebrows furrowed.
More than a dozen killers approached. When they saw a white-clothed monk standing in the dark forest, as if in a holy light, their eyes widened in shock. They obviously knew this monk. In fact, there was no one in the whole Central Plains Wulin who didn't know about this monk's reputation.
He was Xuan, a disciple of Master Zhishen, an abbot of Shaolin Temple. He had the body of pure Yang in every way. He was the most suitable for practicing the "Tan Zong Dafa" of Shaolin Temple. He entered at the age of three, and at the age of fifteen his attainment was innate. Now he's only twenty-six but his martial arts have been practiced to a high level. He only used one hand to defeat Tianshan School head's son, Xiaoyao, the so-called first person in Wulin, resulting in him being bedridden for several months.
Xiaoyao could clean up half of the martial arts community with his own strength. With this as a reference, Zi Xuan's real strength can be imagined. If he had the heart to save people, no one would want to take the life of Yu Canghai today.
The man at the head of the group was so afraid that he slowly opened his mouth: "This man is the Demonic Sect's Master who has committed several murders recently. We were ordered to take his head as a memorial to those who died in vain. We also ask the Master to make it convenient for us." They were afraid of him being merciful and insisting on saving the Devil lord, so they took the lead in revealing his identity.
Instead of listening carefully to the words of the black-clad man, Zi Xuan had his whole mind focused on his caught ankle.
Even after he fainted, his five fingers did not relax. He seemed to grasp him like the last straw to save his life. His eyes were filled with such complex emotions that it could not help but shake his mind.
When he was a child, he practiced the Tantra Dharma, and most importantly, he emphasized no greed, no desire, no lust, no want and strong will. Only in this way can he understand the Supreme Confucianism of Buddhism and achieve a golden body.
At present, however, his body, which has never been warm, gradually felt a trace of heat. Along the meridians, it spread inch by inch from the ankle held by the man to his heart.
He was stunned for a few moments before he bent down and reached out. He tried to pry the man's five fingers off him, intending to leave as if the water had passed without a trace, but his fingertips stopped the moment they touched the back of the man's hand. Bright red blood slipped down the man's wrist. It had already soaked his clothes, covered with flesh, and emitted a slightly hot temperature. Zi Xuan felt that what he felt was not blood, but lava, which made him feel as if he had been burned.
He paused for a moment, then continued to pry off the man's five fingers.
The killers held their swords tightly and waited for an opportuity. However, Zi Xuan did not leave as they expected. Instead, Zi Xuan held the unconscious man horizontally and marched step by step toward the depths of the dense forest.
"Master, are you going to take him away? Do you know what a demon this man is? Although saving a man's life is better than building a Seven-level pagoda, Master, you should know that there are hundreds if not thousands of people who died in his hands. You save him today, and in the future, you will create a few more murders, which will not detract from your own good fortune." The leader knew that even of he tried to run after Zi Xuan, he could not stop him from leaving. So he had to stand in his place and speak out.
"Now that he has opened his mouth to ask for help, the poor monk can't stand by. If you want to kill him, it's not too late for him to leave the poor monk and start again." The deep voice was still close to the ear, but the person had already gone far in a flash. The absolute power showed through his steps, which could shrink that land to an inch. Even their two great masters would be unable to catch up.
The leader looked in the direction of their departure and waved a moment later, "Go back and report!"
Mu Ruiling was very anxious to learn that Yu Canghai was rescued by monk Zi Xuan.
All the people in the world knew that Taoist monk Xuan was the strongest person in the martial arts world. But no one knew that Yu Canghai's martial arts are only higher than that of monk Zi Xuan. If he recovers, all the people involved in the destruction of the Sect will die.
No, his wounds can't be improved. Duanchangsan was the most poisonous drug in the world. There was no remedy for it. The monk Zi Xuan can't save a dead man even if he had great power!
With this in mind, Mu Ruiling immediately regained her composure and sent spies to secretly track the two men's movements.
Cang Lu Mountain stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, and even with fast movements, it was impossible to leave it overnight. Zi Xuan went down along the river and found a cave. After cleaning, he spread soft grass and vines and carefully put the unconscious man on it.
He took the man's wrist to examine the pulse and frowned again. From the day he practiced martial arts, he stopped thinking at Master's request. He never talked, laughed or scolded anyone. Even the slightest fluctuation of mood never occurred. His beautiful face was like a mask, and he was always calm and indifferent.
But today, inadvertently, he has frowned twice without noticing.
He detected poison inside the man's body, and his heart tingled slightly for a moment.
Whose hand was it? Even the long-lost Duanchangsan had been found and put into the man's body, which left him in danger!
Duanchangsan could not only kill people, but also destroy those who had been poisoned. The meridians were broken. It can be said that there was no way left behind.
No medicine, no medicine…
Zi Xuan's mind echoed this sentence repeatedly. Somehow, he felt his strength leaving him little by little.
He sat at the entrance of the cave, reciting Buddhist sutras, and slowly got up when his mind was clear, searching for herbs nearby.
Toxicity was unsolvable, but trauma could always be cured. He couldn't stand the man's bloody appearance.
He found some herbal medicine, cleaned it with stream water and put it in a bowl to smash. Zi Xuan walked up to the man and tore off his ragged clothes into strips. After warming the medicine, he used them to dress his wounds. The man had several fatal wounds on his body and a sword in his heart. The butterfly bone penetrated through his chest. It was unknown what condition his heart was in. A deep knife cut on his abdomen showed bones, skin swelling and rolling, and there were signs of infection.
Such serious injuries, not to mention Zi Xuan, who is a monk, even if the God of Medicine Valley's Master came, he feared that he would still not be able to completely cure him.
Zi Xuan's breathing stagnated for a moment, but there were no wavering of his expression. He dressed his wounds with the gentlest movements. Then he took out a set of clean monk's clothes from his package and covered the man. When the sky was dark and the temperature dropped sharply, a fire rose immediately.
Zhou Yunsheng had set 008 before his coma and ordered it to continuously extract energy filaments to warm and nourish its meridians, lest he close his eyes and never open them again. In the middle of the night, he woke up from the warmth and turned his head to see a pair of surging silent eyes.
His lover was sitting beside him, looking at him quietly and reciting Buddhist Sutras in a low voice.
Zhou Yunsheng looked at him and almost shook his head and sighed. He was wearing a snow-white monk's clothes and twelve dots on his head. He had observed the highest Buddhist commandment, the Bodhisattva commandment. There was no possibility that he would return to secularity in his life.
Buddhist monk? After a reincarnation, his lover has become a fucking monk and almost didn't save him!
Zhou Yunsheng's mood was too complicated to express.
"Does benefactor wake up and feel ill?" Zi Xuan opened his mouth indifferently.
"It's not comfortable anywhere, especially here." Zhou Yunsheng pointed to his left chest, then moved his eyes away, not wanting to see his lover's bare head.
"Maybe it's a toxic attack. Before, the benefactor was unconscious, and the poor monk could not cure you. Now the benefactor is awake, and the poor monk is doing meritorious deeds to heal his wounds." Zi Xuan put the Buddha beads away and leaned over to embrace the scarred man.
"Thank you very much… Master." The last two words were really hard to let out, Zhou Yunsheng's voice paused slightly, and then supported himself in his lover's strong arms, slowly sitting in his arms. This embrace was still so warm, the fresh and elegant sandalwood fragrance melted a little of the viciousness around him. But it was only a little bit. When he was in good condition, he needed to slaughter the whole Central Plains Wulin.
Zi Xuan never responded, and when he saw that he had no strength to sit upright, he had to put one hand around his thin waist and one hand close to his back. He murmured, "Now I will work for you to dispel poison, and you must not exclude my inner strength." As he spoke, he slowly entered his pure yang true qi into the other's meridians.
Zhou Yunsheng's body had long been broken. It was unbearable for a while, and he couldn't help humming.
Zi Xuan tensed all his muscles at once, and immediately withdrew most of his internal forces while trying to enter them in threads. But in a moment, they started sweating, their thin monk clothes were already wet and felt sticky to the touch, and the hot body temperature was transmitted from proximity, which could not be ignored.
Zi Xuan's heart was shaken, and he lost hold of a bit more internal forces when he was not careful. He only heard the muffled sound of "puh". The man in his arms suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of black blood and the blue veins in his forehead were visible because of the pain he was in. The same is true for… Zi Xuan retreated a few steps, recited the Qingxin Mantra silently, and then opened his dry mouth and said, "Bathing is a private matter for benefactor, and it is really inconvenient for poor monks to help you."
Zhou Yunsheng decided to look at him for a while, then shook his head and laughed loudly. He simply waved his hand after laughing, "Okay, I'll bathe by myself. You can just bring me a set of clean monk's clothes."
Zi Xuan, who was granted amnesty, turned around and left immediately.