Deng Fang struggled in the rapids. The water flow was extremely fast, slowly leaving the people on the shore behind.
In a short period of time, Deng Fang had choked on so much saliva.
However, just downstream not far from Deng Fang, there was a monk wearing a cassock and a felt hat sitting cross-legged on a big stone by the river, closing his eyes and meditating.
The monk seemed to be over fifty years old, with a thin body, but his face was full of energy. Although he was sitting by the river, his cassock was not even half wet.
Hearing Deng Fang's cry in the river, the monk opened his eyes, looked over, and found Deng Fang in the river.
"A gift from heaven?" The monk was overjoyed and laughed.
Deng Fang was rising and falling in the water. All he could think about was how to escape, and he was distressed.
Suddenly, Deng Fang felt a huge force above his head sucking him in.
Deng Fang was shocked: "How fast are these thieves chasing?"
In the flash of light and stone, Deng Fang felt the scenery in front of him change. He soared upwards and jumped out of the water, landing on the big rocks by the river.
With a "bang", Deng Fang fell on the stone. He grimaced in pain and couldn't stand up for a while.
"Hehehe, little benefactor, this poor monk is polite." The monk clasped his hands together and greeted Deng Fang with a smile.
The pain in Deng Fang's butt still lingered, and she bared her teeth and shouted, "You were the one who dragged me up from the river?"
"Hahaha, it's just a little effort, why worry about it! But, little donor, you look like..."
The monk looked at Deng Fang and slowly felt that something was wrong.
At this moment, the shouts of the dozen or so people were heard not far away, and the sounds were getting closer and closer. It was obvious that these people had already chased them here.
"Not good!" Deng Fang exclaimed when he heard the shouting.
When the old monk saw Deng Fang's appearance, he guessed what was going on.
He waved his sleeves and protected Deng Fang behind him: "Little benefactor, don't be afraid. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I will definitely protect you when I am here."
When Deng Fang saw this, he hid behind the old monk suspiciously.
However, after a few breaths, the dozen or so people showed up, saw the old monk and Deng Fang, and walked towards them angrily.
"Old monk, are you here to cut off your beard?" The leader took a step forward, his face turning red.
The old monk bowed slightly to the man, and then said: "Amitabha, Lao Na Hui Qing of the Shaolin Temple, I met this little benefactor on the road and was in trouble, so I just came to help him. How can I stop talking nonsense?"
As soon as the old monk said this, the dozen or so people were a little surprised, and the leader's expression changed drastically. It was obvious that he had heard of the old monk's name.
"It turns out to be Master Huiqing from Shaolin Temple, whom I have admired for a long time! But this matter is between our brothers and this boy, and has nothing to do with anyone else. I hope the master has a convenient personality!"
When the monk Huiqing heard what the man said, he stroked his beard and smiled softly: "It has nothing to do with others? If the poor monk's guess is correct, I'm afraid you are plotting the whereabouts of senior Li Yuanfeng and the power of the Bei Tian Sword Jue. Law!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.
"Old monk, don't ask for trouble!"
"Since this old monk doesn't know how to praise, let's send him to the West first!"
Everyone yelled and cursed, and threatened Monk Huiqing.
When the leader saw his brother yelling like this, he was secretly happy and gained some confidence. He pointed the knife in his hand at Monk Huiqing.
"Monk, don't think that because you are from the Shaolin Temple, we don't dare to take action. There is no one else here. Don't seek your own death."
The old monk looked at the posture of more than a dozen people and laughed up to the sky: "Haha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Since you want the old monk's life, come on!"
After saying that, the old monk moved his right hand in front of him, his sleeves shook violently, and a strong wind rose out of the air and rushed toward everyone.
The wind was so strong that everyone took a few steps back.
The leader praised: "What a great internal force!"
Then he held the knife in his hand in front of him, shouted loudly, and slashed hard, and a domineering sword wind came back.
Monk Huiqing looked calm, and the true energy in his body was flowing. A majestic internal force surged out of his body. Even Deng Fang, who was hiding behind him, felt waves of energy surging in all directions.
Then, Monk Huiqing pushed his palm forward, and Deng Fang felt that all the air waves around him were rushing forward like a whale sucking water.
This palm was facing the sword wind, and the two collided and spread apart. The surrounding river water was hit with splashes several feet high, and several small trees nearby were lifted up by the strong wind.
Deng Fang looked at the water splashing into the sky and his eyes widened: "What a wonderful feat!"
Seeing that Monk Huiqing had such magical power with just one palm, everyone had no intention of robbing anyone again, so they just thought about how to escape.
But when everyone was looking at each other, Monk Huiqing stepped on his feet three times in a row, turning into an afterimage and rushing into the crowd.
Everyone was shocked, but Monk Huiqing was extremely fast. Before anyone could react, he had already emerged from the crowd and returned to Deng Fang's side.
But these dozen or so people had already frozen their bodies in the blink of an eye by Monk Huiqing!
Deng Fang looked at the motionless people with a happy face.
He patted Monk Huiqing on the shoulder and asked quietly: "Are they all clicked?"
Monk Huiqing smiled and nodded: "Yes, you don't have to worry now!"
The two were overjoyed and turned to leave.
But at this moment, a roar came from the forest: "Don't leave, little one!"
Deng Fang was shocked. He turned around and looked into the forest, only to see two figures running towards the forest at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, they were already not far away, revealing their true appearance.
Deng Fang was very familiar with these two people, they were the former Pei Heng escort and Scarface.
It's just that the two of them are now in a mess, their clothes are disheveled, and there are a few minor wounds visible on their bodies.
When monk Huiqing saw the two of them, he snorted coldly, grabbed the rosary beads he was playing with, and stood in front of Deng Fang.
The two of them were so good at lightness skills that they flew like birds in the forest. They slid down from the treetops with a "swish" sound and arrived at the river.
The two were very happy to see Deng Fang safe and sound.
But after seeing the dozen or so people on the side who had their acupoints tapped, the two of them became vigilant, looked at each other, and then looked at Master Huiqing in front of Deng Fang, not daring to act rashly.
After a moment, Scarface clasped his fists and asked, "If I guess correctly, are you Master Huiqing of Shaolin Temple?"
Monk Huiqing nodded slightly, but did not speak, his expression calm.
"Since you are an eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple, why do you want to grab the baby? Is it possible that you are also interested in Beitian Sword Jue?"
Scarface asked politely, since he had heard of Monk Huiqing's name.
"The benefactor's words are serious. The leader of the monks must abstain from corruption. The poor monk never dares to forget."
Escort Fei Heng took a step forward: "If that's the case, then let this little kid stay. Master, please leave on your own. If there is any offense, the two of us will go to Shaolin to apologize in the future!"
Monk Huiqing smiled and shook his head: "I'm afraid this little baby will have no way of survival if it falls into the hands of you two. It is unethical to refuse to save him until he dies!"
Fei Hengjiao was so angry that he yelled: "What else can you say? Just do it!"
As he spoke, Fei Hengjiao waved his hands repeatedly, and a large area of light and shadow flickered out, heading towards Deng Fang and Monk Huiqing.
When Scarface saw Fei Hengdart moving his hand, he took out a long sword from behind and stabbed at him.
When Monk Huiqing saw the two men taking action, he moved his hands one after another in front of him, his eyes flashed, he stared at the two men and sighed softly: "Amitabha..."
