"Walk!"
At four o'clock in the morning, Ye Fan asked Dugu Shang to stay and protect Tang Ruoxue, and he took Miao Fenglang and rushed to the car at the door.
He was also carrying a medical box in his hand, which contained various tools for drawing blood.
Zhao Mingyue caught up and shouted: "Ye Fan, where are you going?"
"I'm going to Cihang Zhai to find the old Zhai Master!"
Ye Fan didn't look back: "I have sealed Ruoxue's heart. She can survive for two more hours. I need to find the old master for help as soon as possible!"
Tang Ruoxue's problem now is not her injury, but the need for blood transfusion. No matter how good the diagnosis and treatment is, a fish cannot survive without water.
"Ye Fan, I know you are eager to save people, but the old Zhaizhu's path is almost unfeasible."
Zhao Mingyue ran over and grabbed Ye Fan to advise:
"Let's not talk about your grievances and grudges with Cihangzhai. Even if the old master and the others have no quarrel with you, they can't let you draw blood for no reason."
"Besides, the old owner is over eighty years old, how much blood can she draw for you?"
"Let's wait a moment. I have asked Ye Zhendong to help us use the power of the Sixteenth Department to find two people with A3 blood type in the country."
She added: "There will be news about them soon. As soon as I find them, I will arrange a special plane to bring them to Baocheng in time to save Ruoxue."
"I believe that Department 16 can find them, but they may not be found in a short time."
Ye Fan knew that Zhao Mingyue cared about him, and there was a touch of warmth on his face. Then he shook her hand and said:
"Southern Tibet and Western Xinjiang are both vast and sparsely populated places. Some people have to travel hundreds of kilometers to pick up a courier and go to the Internet. It will be difficult to locate their location for a while."
"Moreover, the information was left five years ago. I don't know whether it is still in the same place now, or whether it is dead or alive, so we cannot place our hopes on them."
"I'll go find the old owner of the restaurant. If you're sincere, you'll be able to win gold and stone. Maybe I can impress her."
"Even if I fail, I still have to give it a try, otherwise I will be sorry for Ruoxue and her son."
Ye Fan's tone was very firm, and then he got on the car without hesitation and rushed towards Cihangzhai like a sharp arrow.
Zhao Mingyue's eyelids twitched. She wanted to say that her son did not know whether to live or die, but she cherished his unhesitating attitude.
Cihangzhai is very big. It not only occupies several mountain peaks, but also builds 180 temples. It is no less difficult to find a person than to climb to the sky.
However, Ye Fan had the clues provided by Ye Zhendong, so he quickly located the Tongtian Ancient Temple where the old Zhai Master was.
Ye Fan asked Miao Fenglang to stay in the car and wait for him, and then he opened the car door and walked towards Tongtian Ancient Temple.
Although it is not yet dawn, the temple staff are already up and the lights are on. There is a mysterious beauty in this early morning.
In the cold wind, there was a faint sound of bells and Sanskrit singing, which calmed Ye Fan's restless heart.
The road leading to Tongtian Ancient Temple is one hundred and eight steps.
There are still fallen leaves that have withered at night on the stairs. At the end, the huge mountain gate is wide open and unguarded, and you can see the quiet courtyard, Buddhist hall and pagoda.
Walk up, pass through the entrance courtyard, pass through the Buddhist hall, and pass the pagoda, which is the Qingxiu Zen room of the old master.
Tongtian Ancient Temple looks quiet and peaceful. The mountain gate is open and you can enter and exit at will, but Ye Fan knows that not everyone dares to take a step beyond the boundaries.
Ye Fan also felt a pressure, but after taking a deep breath, he stepped up the stairs and leaned towards the mountain gate.
For the sake of Tang Ruoxue and her son, Ye Fan had to fight even if it was a dragon pool or a tiger cave.
"Swish swish——"
As soon as Ye Fan stood at the entrance of the mountain gate, he saw a bright light flashing in the darkness, and then several figures flew past.
Three long swords lay in front of Ye Fan.
"donor--"
A Qingyue voice sounded: "Cihangzhai is an important place, please don't enter unless you want to."
Three young women blocked Ye Fan's way. They were in their thirties, calm, peaceful, but powerful.
"Three senior sisters, I am Jin Zhilin and Ye Fan!"
Ye Fan greeted him humbly and politely: "I'm here to see the old owner of the restaurant. I want to see someone about a life-threatening matter. I hope she can help save someone's life."
"Donor, I'm sorry, the old master of the house is Qingxiu. No one can disturb her unless she is summoned by herself."
An older woman in green clothes said: "If you have something important, you can go to the Zhike Monk or the Saint."
Tongtian Temple is regarded as the supreme existence in Cihangzhai, so the grievances between Ye Fan and Cihangzhai did not completely affect the attitudes of these women in green.
They said politely to Ye Fan: "Donor, please come down from the mountain."
"No, this matter can only be solved by the old master."
Ye Fan said anxiously: "Except for the old master, there is nothing the saint can do."
"If the saint can't solve it, Cihangzhai can't solve it either."
There was a hint of indifference in the woman's voice: "Donor, I'm sorry, you'd better please come back."
Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, the number of people who came to see the old master for help ranged from one thousand to eight hundred.
Anyone can go in and see the old master, so Tongtian Temple will probably be crowded.
"No, I have to see the old master no matter what!"
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and performed the Windward Willow Step, and instantly passed between the three women.
The faces of the three women changed drastically. It seemed that they did not expect that Ye Fan would be so bold and dare to barge in, let alone that his movement skills would be so weird and erratic.
"stop!"
The women in green all drew their swords, chasing and biting Ye Fan like meteors.
Anxious and hateful.
Ye Fan didn't fight with them, he straightened his body, raised his body, and then stepped on the long sword they were stabbing at.
With both feet exerting force, the long sword broke with a clang, and Ye Fan also used this force to bounce up and fly into the courtyard inside Tongtian Temple.
"Stop!"
As soon as Ye Fan's feet landed in the front yard, six figures flashed out from under the cornices in several corners of the yard.
These six women are all wearing gray clothes and are in their forties. Their six solemn and majestic faces have a pair of deep and vast eyes.
At this moment, these six pairs of shining eyes were all staring at Ye Fan sharply, and they immediately surrounded Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was slightly surprised: "A master of Cihangzhai should not be underestimated."
"Pah, pah, pah—"
Although he was a little surprised in his heart, his face remained calm and he stamped his right foot violently.
The turf and soil were beaten over, covering the ground.
Ye Fan didn't waste any more time. He knew that these people would not let him see the old owner, so it was more practical to do it directly.
The six girls did not expect that Ye Fan would suddenly take action and use dirty tricks like throwing soil, so they subconsciously moved to get out.
"Swish swish——"
Ye Fan didn't stop, and tapped out a few more gravels with his right foot, hitting the six women with ugly expressions respectively.
The sixth girl had just brushed off the dirt and grass clippings when she saw the gravel shooting towards them. She hurriedly yelled and stretched out her hand to slap them away.
"Bang bang bang!"
The stones were shot down by six people one after another, but the palms of the six women were also in pain, and they all secretly shouted that Ye Fan was powerful.
"Whoosh!"
In this gap, Ye Fan slipped across the grass, escaped from the gap between them, and then ran forward quickly.
"asshole!"
The six women shook their painful right hands repeatedly, regained some strength and pursued Ye Fan.
Ye Fan got rid of the six people with quick movements and continued to charge forward like a cheetah, quickly closing the distance between himself and the target building.
"stop!"
At this moment, a slender figure in white jumped down from the pagoda and fell to the ground like a fairy descending to earth.
As she shouted, her long sleeves suddenly waved out, floating like flowing clouds, as fast as lightning, and wrapped around Ye Fan's neck.
The opponent's Flying Sleeves move can be both hard and soft. The soft move can grab the weapon in the opponent's palm, and the hard move can break the opponent's neck with one move.
"Depend on!"
Feeling the crisis, Ye Fan opened his mouth slightly, and at the same time he rose into the sky, nimbly dodging the opponent's attack and strangulation.
The woman in white struck the air with one move: "You are indeed very skilled, no wonder you come to Cihangzhai to act wild."
"flutter!"
Ye Fan, who rolled out, didn't respond. He just grabbed an incense burner and smashed it over.
Sandalwood flies and ashes scatter.
The face of the woman in white changed, and she could only squint and retreat to avoid the overwhelming dust.
Even though she was fast enough, her body was still stained with some incense ash, and her clothes were also burned with a few holes.
The woman in white had a pretty face and was sullen. She brushed off the sparks on her body and tried to fight back, but found that Ye Fan had already escaped...
Ye Fan quickly escaped from the entanglement of Cihangzhai masters, passed through the courtyard and hall at extremely fast speed, and then rushed into the backyard.
Soon, he saw an antique Zen room without any markings or luxury. The dark door was open.
Ye Fan recognized that this was the place where the old master of the Zhai Qing Dynasty repaired, and he was about to rush over with joy on his face.
"Amitabha--"
At this moment, a Buddha's name came out from the Zen room, accompanied by a powerful aura.
This breath is thick and thick, but it also seems peaceful and settled.
It is like a vast ocean, which makes people feel a bit depressed when they are in it, as if they are in a desperate situation with no way to heaven and no way to earth!
All Ye Fan's movements stopped instantly.
The old owner didn't take any action, he just restrained Ye Fan with a word of Buddha's name, just like a beast in the mountains...
