Wang Sizhi was in a good mood when he saw Guiliu's deflated appearance, so he took the initiative to treat the wound on his neck.
Gui Liu didn't dare to move, and he grinned in pain and said, "Si Zhi, tell me everything. How strong are you?"
Wang Sizhi was silent for a moment, then asked: "How powerful do you want me to be?"
Guiliu grinned, "Of course the more powerful the better."
Wang Sizhi raised his eyebrows and increased the strength in his hands. Guiliu immediately cried out in pain.
"What, you want me to protect you?"
"I'm not as powerful as you think. I can eat a few ordinary warriors. If I encounter a great master or monk in the latter three realms, I will still hide behind you."
"Be gentle, be gentle."
Gui Liu suddenly calmed down and said softly: "Si Zhi, what if I die?"
The delicate hands that were applying the medicine suddenly trembled. She had never thought about such a problem.
"Be gentle, it hurts." Guiliu couldn't help but said.
After a moment of silence, Wang Sizhi sprinkled all the red powder on his wound and said softly: "If one day you die, I will eat everyone in the world, and then carry your body on my back throughout the world." .After that, I will take you back here, to this thatched cottage near the river, and I will stay with you here forever and ever."
Thinking of this man being covered in blood countless times and being in danger countless times, her eyes suddenly turned red, she raised her head suddenly, and cried: "Don't die! If there ever comes a day, I will stop you in front of you, please leave quickly!"
He never thought that her reaction would be so violent. Gui Liu took her into his arms, with firm eyes, and said softly: "There is no reason for a woman to protect a man. What you say is rough and unreasonable. Remember it." You, Wang Sizhi, can always hide behind me, even if you are hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than me, in my eyes, you can only be a delicate little lady."
Guiliu pinched her waist hard and said, "Promise me!"
Wang Sizhi slapped his hand away and glared: "Promise me first!"
"Okay, I promise you!" Geiliu said loudly: "I, Geiliu, will regard life as a treasure from now on. I will not go to dangerous places, I will not fight if I cannot fight, I will not do anything risky, and I will not do anything. I avoid good things. I can’t die, I still want to smell my wife, eat sweet sugar buns, try the eighteen tricks in the book, and have a baby, so I Gei Liu must not die!"
Wang Sizhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How could anyone swear like him?
After taking the lead in swearing, Guiliu poked her arm and urged: "Say it quickly, say it quickly, say that you are a coward and you can only hide behind me for the rest of your life and you will never be able to live without me."
Wang Sizhi glared at him in shame and said fiercely: "Shut up!"
After several hesitations, she lowered her head and sighed helplessly, her face slightly hot, and she unnaturally repeated Gui Liu's words in a low voice.
The candlelight in the thatched cottage is soft and warm as spring.
Returning to the Zen room in the backyard to read the forbidden books, the old abbot smiled slightly. On weekdays, he most likes to use magical means to eavesdrop on the shameless whispers of female pilgrims. Naturally, he also often eavesdrops on the daily conversations of this couple of gods.
I saw how charming the green hills were, and I expected that the green hills should be so when they saw me.
This kind of love is like the bright moon, fishing fire, spring grass and green mountains, a perfect match made in heaven.
He closed the erotic novel with a heart-wrenching ending, looked at it from a distance, and whispered softly: "It's hard for real men and women in this world to be close friends. I hope all lovers in the world will eventually get married."
Without warning, there was a burst of cramped footsteps. A young monk stumbled towards the monastery, panting from exhaustion and sweating profusely.
"Master, someone was killed!"
The old abbot narrowed his eyes and disappeared before hearing the next sentence.
In the thatched cottage, Guiliu originally wanted to take advantage of the beauty around him, but suddenly he felt his heart palpitating. He covered his chest with one hand and had difficulty breathing out.
Wang Sizhi quickly supported him and said anxiously: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Guiliu's eyes were dull, and by some mistake, he uttered a name and subconsciously ran out.
At the glazed archway, a woman with shocking injuries was lying on the ground, vomiting blood, and her energy was extremely weak.
A woman squatted beside her, her back covered with blood and tears streaming down her face.
"Hey, don't die!"
The woman who fell to the ground kept coughing up blood, her breath was broken, and she tried her best to say something, but she could only hold the woman's hand tightly. Gradually, her eyes became trance-like and her pupils began to dilate.
He was punched hundreds of times by the white-clothed boxing fairy, and his internal organs had long been shattered. If it weren't for the Queen's life-saving charm, he would have died from Yao Tiao's punches long ago.
She was the maid who introduced Wu Junzhi into the palace. As one of the maids of the Prince's East Palace, she was ordered by the Queen to protect His Highness the Prince.
According to the Queen's deduction, Yao Tiao and Xie Guanzhao should have arrived in the evening, but they never expected that they would arrive first and conduct an interception at the inn at the foot of Fanke Mountain.
Whether it was the siege in Frost Flower City or this interception, the purpose was very clear, that is, to reduce the combat power around the prince. If you can hurt one, it's better. If you can kill, of course it's even better. Without protection, it would be easy for Yao Tiao, who was in the twelfth grade of martial arts, or Xie Guanzhao, who was in the seventeenth grade of martial arts, to kill a prince in the early stage of the fourth grade.
In particular, a maid named Jin Zhi is about to die.
The woman who fell to the ground turned her head with difficulty, her eyes were blurred with blood and tears, and she could not see anything clearly, but she really wanted to see that person, just one last look before she died.
Gambling books fade away the fragrance of tea. During those years of singing and dancing, some people sang and danced for him, some did embroidery for him, some wrote hairpin flowers in regular script for him, while she cooked tea for him with bare hands.
Her face was blurred by blood and tears, and she finally said softly to herself, "I can't see clearly..."
She was a little resentful and hated him for not coming. She didn't know that at this time, a man was running like crazy, his white hair was dancing like a madman, and his roaring voice echoed in the mountains, "Who the hell bullied you! I will kill his eighteenth generation ancestor! Don't die! Don't die ! You fucking live for me!"
When Qiuli heard the voice, she cried even harder. She grabbed her hand and wrote three words on her palm.
So even though she couldn't hear or see, she knew it.
he came.
At that moment, she seemed to let go of her obsession. She smiled sweetly and closed her eyes. Almost at the same moment, she died.
Suddenly, a golden light burst out, and the old abbot appeared. Immediately, there were curling Sanskrit words surrounding the woman who fell to the ground.
He offered a lotus lamp, and at the same time he was filled with surprise and doubt. Even if the girl was seriously injured, why would she take her own life when she could obviously hold on for another breath.
The nine-petal golden lotus protects the woman's mind. The petals of the lotus generate Buddha light, nourishing the depleted qi and broken meridians. Wisps of pure vitality poured into her body, like dew pouring down a dry well, passing through every inch of her body.
After an extremely domineering ray of invading energy smashed into the internal organs, it was finally crushed by the Buddha's light.
The old abbot chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and his eyes glowed with golden light, like a Bodhisattva's lowered eyebrows. He breathed out a final breath of golden mist, covering the woman's body.
In the mist-shrouded Tianchi, the hundred-petal golden lotus quietly withered one petal.
This majestic energy of life in her body, which cost her her life span for decades, coupled with the protection of Buddha's light from the hundred-year-old rosette, finally brought the woman back from the gate of hell.
Seeing Jin Zhi opening her eyes in a daze, the woman crying with blood on her back quickly stood up and gave the savior a blessing.
The old abbot clasped his hands together, bowed his head in return, and said softly: "Donor, don't be polite. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
The woman saw the running figure in the distance and bit her red lips tightly. She suddenly felt extremely wronged and shed tears.
Carrying the seriously injured Jin Zhi up the mountain, she did not dare to think about anything else and could only run up the mountain as hard as she could. She was afraid that Jin Zhi would die on her back, that the man would blame her for her incompetence, and even more afraid that she really didn't have the ability to save her.
She quietly stepped back. This was their first meeting after a long absence. She could not let her master see the blood dripping on her back, otherwise he would not like her.
But the pools of scarlet blood stains on the ground could not be covered up no matter what.
A person lying on the ground looked like he had just been fished out of a pool of blood.
No one would have expected that the meeting between master and servant after such a long time would be such a miserable scene.
A white-haired figure ran over, squatted on the ground, and held the bloody hands.
His hands were shaking.
This maid, who was named Jin Zhi by the Empress, had a snake-hearted heart and a vicious nature, but she looked like Xiaojiabiyu in front of him. She was so weak that it was extremely difficult for her to speak, but she still smiled softly and said in a very low voice: "Your Highness, this slave is so ugly now."
Gei Liu's face was filled with tears, he forced out an ugly smile, pretended to be calm and comforted: "It's not ugly, not ugly at all. Stop talking now and have a good rest."
He stood up. Qiuli quietly stepped back, but was pulled over. Seeing that the blood stain on her back was not an injury, he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "It's fine that she's not hurt. Same, have a good rest."
Then, the most unruly and unruly prince of the plague, he fell to his knees with a plop and knocked loudly towards the old abbot.
Just when Wang Sizhi arrived, almost everyone was shocked.
The old abbot's eyes twitched and he said quickly: "Your Highness, please get up quickly. There is no need to perform such a grand ceremony."
Geiliu didn't move, but still knocked his head to the ground, and said loudly: "I have rescued you twice. This great kindness will be remembered by this junior in life and death. From now on, the affairs of Fanke Mountain will be this junior's family affairs!"
"It's easy to talk, please get up quickly, Your Highness the Prince!"
Geiliu stood up, his forehead was actually bruised and bleeding, but in the dark night, it was difficult to see clearly.
The old abbot hesitated and asked carefully: "Your Highness, this girl?"
Guiliu said softly: "I'll take care of her personally. It's your help."
"No problem, no problem." The old abbot waved his sleeves, golden light floated, and the fallen woman was moved to the thatched cottage by the stream.
"Let me tell you more. Your Highness the Crown Prince must control his emotions. Otherwise, his anger will rise again and it will be difficult to control him and enter the long river of time."
Guiliu took a deep breath and said, "Follow the instructions."
The old abbot nodded, turned and left.
Next, at the Glazed Archway, three people stood silently.
Gui Liu glanced at Wang Sizhi, who had always remained silent, and thought she was angry, so he forced a smile and said, "Qiuli, this is your young master's wife."
Qiuli had naturally heard of this beautiful daughter of the Wang family. She quickly blessed her with a blessing and said respectfully, "I have met your empress."
Wang Sizhi, who bit her red lips, finally spoke out worriedly, "If you are hurt, just say it. Don't hide it. This is your master and no one else. Did he bully you? Don't you dare tell him?" I’m here, you don’t have to be afraid.”
Geiliu was stunned. Shouldn't his wife be angry? Just like that time when I first saw peach branches.
Qiuli was also stunned. She thought that the princess would give her a showdown first, but she never expected that she would be so gentle.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Wang Sizhi pulled her over, frowned and said softly: "Speak, I won't eat you."
Qiuli only felt it was a bit funny and quickly said softly: "Back to your Majesty, Your Highness treats us maids very well and will not bully this slave. I dare not lie, but I am really not hurt. Your Majesty, you must believe me."
Wang Sizhi nodded: "That's good."
Seeing how harmonious the two of them were, Gui Liu felt a big stone in his heart finally fall to the ground. He looked somewhere in the distance and said in a slightly serious tone, "Go back."
Suddenly, several people stopped and looked back together.
At the glazed archway, another person boarded.
An... old beggar?
The sloppy appearance is somewhat similar to Li Minghao.
The old man didn't pay attention and stepped into the blood pool with a pair of tattered straw sandals, so he muttered: "Whose family is dead? It's bad luck."
Gui Liu's face was gloomy, and he held the handle of Lu Shui's knife with his right hand. He was filled with anger, and the murderous intention in his heart surged.
Qiuli quickly stopped, "He saved me and Jin Zhi."
Hearing this, Gui Liu gently loosened the scabbard of his sword.
The old man buried his waist and rubbed the sticky blood on the soles of his feet. He was caught off guard and sneered: "Little baby, you still dare to draw a knife on me? Do you believe that I can crush you to death with one finger?"
Gui Liu had no expression on his face, said "I won't care about the old man", turned around and left.
The old man rubbed all the blood on the soles of his feet on the jade-inlaid glazed archway, quietly broke the restrictions of the landscape, and stepped out to the Zen room in the backyard.
Using the hundred-petal golden lotus again to bring someone back to life would also be a huge drain on one's body. The old abbot was sitting in meditation and chanting Buddha's name at the moment. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and he seemed a little weak.
When the old man saw the old abbot meditating, his first words were: "Grandpa wants to smash your Fanke Mountain. Grandson can play with grandpa?"
The old abbot remained motionless, like a clay Bodhisattva without fire.
The old man sat down on the ground, scratched the itch on his back, and crushed a louse to death. He said casually: "Decades of life are nothing to you, but that nine-petal golden lotus, if I remember correctly, is worth a hundred years." It takes a hundred years to break the ground, a hundred years to produce water, a hundred years to bud, and a hundred years to bloom. Such a wonderful and rare thing is comparable to countless Taoist golden elixirs, and you just use it like this? Just to save an ordinary human life?"
The old abbot's lips moved slightly, "Heaven and earth are unkind, and treat all things as stupid dogs."
The old man clasped his ears and sneered: "Is this what the Taoists say?"
"I am Buddhist compassionate."
The old abbot let out a breath of turbid air, slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes shone with golden light. This time, it was not like the lowered eyebrows of a bodhisattva who was saving people, but the angry eyes of a vajra.
The six laws come out one after another to exert a suppressive force.
The beggar-looking old man smiled coldly, "Grandpa, I will smash your Fan Keshan today!"
A talisman formation emerged silently.
There are shadows on the horizon, blocking out the moonlight, and there are vaguely towering mountains crossing over.
The old abbot was slightly surprised, "Are you from the Dafeng Dynasty?"
"What do you care about grandpa?"
The mountains suddenly pressed down, directly crushing the six-path dharma. The old abbot's body was directly crushed in half, and he was holding on tightly, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.
The old man did not forget to sarcastically say, "You have become so weak after saving people? That's great. Grandpa, I only pick the weak ones!"
Knowing that something was wrong, the young monk quietly left the backyard of the meditation room and ran in a panic. However, he tripped again and again and fell to the ground, hurting his foot.
I happened to meet Guiliu and others walking back.
Distraught, he shouted anxiously: "Your Highness the Crown Prince! Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince! Go and ring the bell!"
Without any hesitation, Gui Liu's figure swept over and over again, and arrived at the towering high platform. He picked up the mallet with both hands and started ringing the bell.
But the big bell remained motionless and made no sound.
The roar of the young monk came again, "The big bell has a spirit and needs to be provoked with blood!"
Without hesitation, Gui Liu knocked on the big bell. While blood spattered, the sound of "Huang Zhong Da Lu" sounded.
Between heaven and earth, only the dull sound of bells echoed.
The sound spread so far away that the inns at the foot of Fanke Mountain, and even people in Shuanghua City and Qingqian City could hear the low roar that sounded like a wild beast.
An ascetic monk who was on an alms trip heard this voice, silently recited the name of the Buddha, and sat down to meditate.
In the Zen courtyard, the old abbot straightened up suddenly, a date mark appeared between his eyebrows, and the colorful Buddha light shrouded behind him.
According to legend, the Buddha attained enlightenment under the bodhi tree, and colorful lights bloomed from his brows, scattering throughout the heaven and earth.
The old man who looked like a beggar subconsciously took a step back, his eyes were startled, and he shouted angrily: "Since you have become a Buddha in the physical body, why don't you cross to the West?! What are you doing in the world?"
The old abbot muttered the Buddha's name in a disembodied voice, "Amitabha, come here after hearing what you heard, and do what you do."
The Dafeng Imperial Master, who had traveled thousands of miles and climbed the mountain tonight, no longer had any arrogance.
Without the courage to take action, he left the meditation room, but did not go down the mountain immediately. Instead, he turned to a thatched cottage and stayed there.
The national master of the Dafeng Dynasty, the number one person in the world in talisman formation. Twenty years ago, the two dynasties joined hands in martial arts review, and he was ranked fifth in the world.
Tonight, facing this old monk who was neither popular nor well-known in the world, his mood was greatly damaged and he also fell into despair.
