Monk Huiqing didn't answer. A "whoosh" sound came from Deng Fang's back. At the same time, an arm was placed on Deng Fang's shoulders. His feet took a few steps in the air. The wind beneath him took Deng Fang and flew up. tree trunk.
"Old monk, don't be like this. What they want is me. Whether they believe it or not, I don't have the Bei Tian Sword Jue. If you hand me over, you will definitely have a way out."
When Monk Huiqing heard Deng Fang's shout, he smiled bitterly and did not respond. However, his speed became a little faster, and he slowly widened the distance between him and the people behind him.
It is extremely cold in the mountains and forests at night in late autumn.
However, Deng Fang did not feel any chill in his body. All his thoughts were focused on Monk Huiqing.
At this moment, he felt that even his own life was not important.
If he had a choice, he would sacrifice his life to keep Monk Huiqing alive.
At this moment, Monk Huiqing was like a flashback, his internal energy was filling his entire body, and he was leaping faster and faster, flying left and right in the forest, like a ghost.
Deng Fang was being held by him, and she felt the mountain wind blowing against her face getting stronger and stronger. Unknowingly, her face turned red from the cold.
After running wildly all the way, Monk Huiqing and Deng Fang finally descended the mountain, but their speed did not slow down at all and they still fled to the distance.
Gradually, Deng Fang felt the wind on his face slowly calm down, and the speed of Monk Huiqing's leap also slowly slowed down.
Finally, after jumping onto a thick branch, Monk Huiqing's feet were weak and he fell down with Deng Fang.
Deng Fang fell to the ground, but he didn't care about the pain on his body, because he knew that Monk Huiqing couldn't walk...
Tears had already filled Deng Fang's eyes and fell one by one.
Deng Fang stood up and took Monk Huiqing's arm: "Let's go, old monk, I will carry you on my back, let's keep walking!"
There was no trace of blood on Monk Huiqing's face. He glanced at Deng Fang and showed a weak smile on his face: "Boy, take a rest."
"No, let's go. I will definitely take you out. We have to go to Zhongzhou, and we have to go to Shaolin. Come with me quickly!"
However, no matter how hard Deng Fang held Monk Huiqing's arm, Monk Huiqing refused to get up.
Deng Fang pulled and pulled, finally unable to suppress the emotions in her heart, squatting next to Monk Huiqing, and burst into tears.
"Old monk, you...why did you protect me to go to Shaolin in the first place? If you didn't care about me, where would I be today?"
Deng Fang sobbed and complained about Monk Huiqing.
Monk Huiqing laughed twice, glanced at Deng Fang, then looked up at the night sky, and responded: "Yeah, maybe I'm old and confused."
"You are just confused. You know clearly that I don't have the Bei Tian Sword Art, but you still insist on wading into this muddy water."
Deng Fang wiped the tears on her face hard, but she couldn't wipe away the tear stains.
Monk Huiqing turned around and smiled: "Hey, in the world, confusion and understanding are not important."
"What matters is whether it's worth it."
Deng Fang was stunned, looked at Monk Huiqing, and muttered: "Is it worth it? Is it worth it?"
Seeing Deng Fang's stunned look, Monk Huiqing closed his eyes and said softly: "From the moment I regarded you as a good friend, I knew that this muddy water was worth it!"
Hearing the word "good friend", Deng Fang laughed heartily. Indeed, unknowingly, the two had become close friends.
"Alas, today's fate is certain. Boy, I don't like these clothes. Please help me put on my cassock." Monk Huiqing sighed and said to Deng Fang calmly.
Deng Fang nodded, picked up the baggage that fell aside, took out Monk Huiqing's cassock, and changed Monk Huiqing's teacher-like outfit.
After putting on his cassock again, Monk Huiqing was obviously very happy. He stroked it with his trembling hands and murmured: "Speaking of which, this cassock has been with me for almost thirty years, and I still can't bear to part with it." ah!"
Deng Fang quietly sat cross-legged next to Monk Huiqing. At this moment, he was willing to accompany Monk Huiqing to face the Moon Toad Palace.
Although he knew that escaping with his own strength would be useless, but even if it was useful, he would never walk by himself!
The two of them sat cross-legged on the ground, listening to the shouts getting closer and closer in the distance, feeling magnanimous and without fear.
…
It was already dawn, and a large gap suddenly opened in the forest in front of Deng Fang and Monk Huiqing. He Yunmiao, Miss Ye, Liu Zhixian and others flew down from the treetops and landed in front of Deng Fang and Monk Huiqing. .
He Yunmiao looked at the two people sitting quietly on the ground, with both sarcasm and resentment in her eyes.
Monk Huiqing slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yue Chan Palace and the others, and said to Deng Fang in an inaudible voice: "Boy, you are in their hands. No matter how they force you, you will not be able to use the Beitian Sword Technique." Not a word is mentioned, as long as they are not sure, they will definitely not kill you."
Deng Fang listened clearly and nodded deeply.
He Yunmiao looked at the two of them with a calm look on their faces, and her expression turned ugly. She said in a deep voice, "Huiqing, do you know what I hate most about your Shaolin Temple?"
Monk Huiqing raised his head and looked at He Yunmiao firmly: "Please enlighten me."
"No matter when, you always pretend to see through the world of mortals and act aloof,"
"It seems that I am an expert in this world, and we are all ordinary people,"
"I always brag about how strong my concentration is and how many things I have seen through in the world, but now?"
He Yunmiao became more and more excited as he spoke, and eventually, there was a bit of anger in his eyes.
Monk Huiqing smiled contemptuously, looked at He Yunmiao with disdain, and said, "I think you are still a piece of rotten wood after living for most of your life."
When Liu Zhixian, who was behind He Yunmiao, heard what Monk Huiqing said, he stepped forward and jumped into the air, waving his sword and stabbing at Monk Huiqing, shouting curses.
"Old bald donkey, let me see if your Vajra Tathagata and Maitreya Bodhisattva can still save you!"
Seeing Liu Zhixian stabbing with his sword, Monk Huiqing pushed Deng Fang away. Then he formed a Buddha seal with one hand on his chest, and started to perform various movements with the other palm, constantly changing.
Deng Fang was pushed aside by Monk Huiqing. He looked at the strange movements in Monk Huiqing's hands and wondered why.
However, the tip of Liu Zhixian's sword was very close at hand, and looking at the direction it was piercing, it was Monk Huiqing's heart!
At the critical moment, Deng Fang shouted anxiously, trying to get Monk Huiqing to dodge.
But Monk Huiqing sat on the same spot like a rock, lowered his head and closed his eyes, never moving at all.
But a deafening sound came from his mouth.
"My body is like a vajra, and my determination is like a vajra!"
He Yunmiao watched carefully from behind. Originally, she was also a little confused about Monk Huiqing's actions, and she was still trying to figure out what Monk Huiqing wanted to do.
But now when she heard the words shouted by Monk Huiqing, she seemed to remember something terrible, and she gasped and screamed.
"Hiss...Shaolin Temple's Powerful Vajra Palm?!"
"Liu Zhixian, stop it quickly!"
