...
The bloody smell drifted away, and Jia Jiujiu stepped lightly and landed on the ground. On the old face under the bronze mask, the long and narrow scar twisted like a soaring snake.
"Holy Son! Run away!" The three remaining old servants who had survived the disaster cried out in fear, and they kept retreating.
Lin Tianlang was so frightened that he was shaking all over. He wanted to escape, but roots seemed to have sprouted from his crotch, nailing him to the horse's back. He couldn't believe it, and touched the blood mist on his cheeks, his expression became more and more serious. Horrified.
"Hmph!" Jia Jiujiu shouted angrily, his figure blurred and turned into a shadow. He caught up with the three old servants who had escaped and broke their necks.
Then he looked at the horrified Lin Tianlang, waiting for Zhao Wujiang's instructions.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Lin Tianlang screamed in horror. The regret in his heart surged like an overwhelming force, and his body astride the horse kept trembling.
"Kill." Zhao Wujiang said calmly.
Lin Tianlang kept screaming:
"Don't kill me, I can give it to you..."
"boom!"
Before he could finish speaking, his heart exploded into a ball of blood mist. His words were choked in his throat, he fell hard on the horse's back, and then fell to the ground.
Jia Jiu rummaged through Lin Tianlang's body and found two small white jade bottles with red paper on them. On the red paper were the words "Feng Yue Yin" written in small gold powder. He also found a green wood token.
The token is square in shape, half an inch longer vertically than horizontally. Both sides are carved with simple lines, such as an upside-down "convex" and a "concave".
"Pavilion Master, Hehuan Sect's token and winter medicine!" Jia Jiujiu handed the token and "Feng Yue Yin" to Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang looked at it and asked doubtfully: "Winter medicine?"
Jiajiu clasped his fists and explained respectfully:
"The Hehuan Sect has always had a close relationship with people. Because winter is deep and spring is shallow, they changed spring to winter. They called all the elixirs in the sect winter medicine!"
All the bells and whistles, isn't it spring... Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly and stuffed the winter medicine into his arms with an expressionless face. At the same time, as an experienced driver, he could see the mystery of the token pattern at a glance.
When the concave and convex shapes are combined, it forms the character "日".
"Why do you collect such things?" Gu Nanyuan wondered. The winter medicine of the Hehuan Sect in the Jianghu has made many high-ranking pearls frightened.
"A doctor has an honest heart. For a doctor like me, this is just a combination of a few medicinal materials." Zhao Wujiang said seriously:
"What I value is pharmacology. Only by understanding more pharmacology can we better treat diseases and save people."
.....
Wangzhou, Zhongnan, Putuo Temple.
Zhao Wujiang and four others arrived on horseback.
At this time, there were many visitors outside the temple. When they saw Zhao Wujiang and others, they just looked at them with suspicion and then looked away.
Now that the tomb of the sweeping monk is about to open, more and more martial arts masters are coming. They come from different sects and various costumes, and they are already used to it.
Zhao Wujiang stopped the horse and tied it outside the temple. The sect that came now claimed to be a famous and upright sect and did not even bother to steal horses.
Gu Nanyuan dismounted and walked briskly. Her eyes under her bronze mask were filled with excitement. She grabbed Zhao Wujiang's wrist and said happily:
"I'm home now..."
Isn't your grandfather a monk from Putuo Temple? No, the monks of Putuo Temple have extremely strict rules. How could they allow women to stay in the temple?
Zhao Wujiang was surprised. He originally wanted to come here to inquire about the tomb of the sweeping monk, and then planned to take Gu Nanyuan home to have a look. Unexpectedly, Gu Nanyuan actually said that this place was his home, which made him particularly confused.
Jia 23 and Jia 19 also had doubts in their eyes. They had traveled around the world for many years and had never heard about the hidden women in Putuo Temple, nor had they heard about any eminent monk having an heir.
Seeing Zhao Wujiang's confused look, Gu Nanyuan pursed her lips: "Are you afraid of seeing my grandpa?"
What is this word? It was like meeting his parents... Zhao Wujiang coughed dryly and was pulled into the hall by Gu Nanyuan.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw many figures that made him feel oppressed.
For example, there is a man in a green shirt, a man in a blue robe, and an old man holding a sword.
What made him feel even more solemn was a skinny old monk sitting in the center of the hall. His cultivation level obviously didn't fluctuate at all, but he had an intuition that this old monk could hang up and beat everyone in the hall.
This old monk must be Master Kuzhu, the younger brother of Master Kuxuan, the sweeping monk... Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the arrival of the four of them attracted some attention.
Many people speculated on the identities of the four Zhao Wujiangs, but they quickly shook their heads. No big sect in the world wore such attire. It seems that the four Zhao Wujiangs came from an insignificant sect.
Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan stepped forward and bowed:
"Master Kuzhu."
"You two juniors, go ahead..." Master Kuzhu said calmly, but everyone with keen perception could feel that Master Kuzhu's tone was much gentler, just like how they usually face their juniors.
This subtle change in attitude aroused doubts among them, but they did not pay too much attention to it. Even if the master's subordinates were the first to enter the back mountain, they would still be blocked by the tomb guards.
"Master Kuzhu." Jia 23 and Jia 19 saluted, their expressions were also respectful. They had traveled around the world for many years, and the name of Master Kuzhu was well known to them.
