The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Chanali temporarily placed the three little girls with a Xuanjiang Sect disciple who was practicing in Qingrai.

This incident delayed the trip for more than an hour, which made Mu Kun very anxious.

After settling in, Mu Kun got a car and drove them all the way north.

The car drove fifty kilometers west, and the electric light lock on his body began to discharge, lighting up arcs of electricity.

Mu Kun twitched and walked around in hell.

Only those who have experienced this kind of pain know it, and no matter how strong a man is, he cannot bear it.

He tried to drive the car into the Mekong River and die with them.

But he found that the car was on flat ground on the river.

Li Muchen's voice came to his ears: "You'd better find the general quickly. The longer it takes, the more you will suffer. Don't try to commit suicide, you won't succeed."

Mu Kun was desperate.

He could only drive along the Mekong River and drive deep into the Golden Triangle.

When passing a fork in the road, Li Muchen saw several black spots moving slowly on the road from north to south in the distance.

"Stop." Li Muchen said.

Mu Kun stopped the car reluctantly.

Those black spots slowly approached, and you could see a person and a cart.

The cart was moving very slowly, and the time for the next attack was getting closer and closer. Sweat broke out on Mu Kun's forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear.

He cursed the man pulling the cart in his mind. But he soon discovered that he was wrong, because the cart was not pulled by a human, but by a dog.

The cart is getting closer.

Li Muchen jumped out of the car and walked towards the cart.

Mashan and Chanali didn't know why, so they followed.

Mu Kun was the only one left in the car. This is a good time for him to escape. But his heart was full of fear. He didn't dare to run. He knew that if he ran, he would be tortured to death by this electric lock.

All he wanted now was to see the general as soon as possible. Only the general can save him, or seek relief.

When he saw Li Muchen, the dog pulling the cart stopped, wagged its tail at him, and barked twice.

This dog is still so thin, its hair is still so sparse, only its eyes are still clear.

The blind man standing next to the cart smiled at Li Muchen and said, "Master Li? I didn't expect to meet you here."

Li Muchen smiled and said: "I didn't expect to meet you here, Sanji. The fact that you can recognize me means that your spiritual consciousness has been fully developed."

"Thank you for your advice." Sanji clasped his hands together, bowed to Li Muchen, and then said to the cart, "Mother, this is Mr. Li!"

Li Muchen looked at the cart. Sanji's mother, Dawa, was lying on the cart. She looked very sad and had her eyes closed. She looked very ill.

The last time they met for the first time in the capital, Dawa was walking beside them and Sanchi was lying on the cart, but this time it was the other way around.

"Oh, Mr. Li!"

Despite his illness, Dawa's face always had a kind light.

"What's going on?" Li Muchen asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just caught the cold." Dawa said.

Li Muchen's spiritual sense revealed that it was indeed Feng Han, but it was not as simple as Feng Han. Dawa was so tired. She spent half her life and exhausted all her energy trying to treat her child.

But what surprised Li Muchen was that there was a mysterious force in Dawa's body that protected her and allowed her to breathe her last breath.

This power does not come from Dawa's body, nor does it come from the outside, such as some kind of life-extending magic weapon. This power seems to come from the depths of Dawa's soul.

This is an amazing mother and son, and an amazing dog.

Li Muchen took out a pill and stuffed it into Dawa's mouth.

A clear sweet spring flowed into her throat and penetrated into her internal organs and limbs.

Dawa's face became brighter. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with clear springs, which were as pure as the sky on Kunlun Mountain.

"Thank you so much!" Dawa said, "Every time I meet Mr. Li, wonderful things will happen."

"No need to thank me, this is your own blessing." Li Muchen smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

Sanchi said: "I always follow God's guidance."

Li Muchen nodded. When saying goodbye in the capital, Sanchi said that God guided him to a rushing river, which was in the south.

"Is this the river you're talking about?"

"Yes, it should be right here. I feel very, very close. God guided me to find this place, and also guided me to meet you again."

Sanchi's face showed joy.

Li Muchen nodded: "Okay, then I wish you all the best."

"Thank you." Sanchi and Dawa said at the same time.

The dog named Dorje also barked twice and kept wagging its tail, as if it was also expressing gratitude.

"Master Li, do you still remember that bone flute?" Dawa suddenly asked.

"Of course I remember." Li Muchen took out the bone flute, "I'll take one with me."

"Ah, how wonderful! If you think of us, just blow it and we will hear it. No matter how far away we are, we are willing to pray to God with our souls to keep the young master safe!"

Dawa's kindness flowed like nectar in Li Muchen's heart.

At this moment, he thought of his mother. Although he no longer has the memory of his mother, he can still feel his mother's love for him.

Li Muchen suddenly felt like his heart was cut by a knife when he thought that his mother might still be alive and might be suffering in the Nine Nether Hell.

He said goodbye to Dawa and his son and returned to the car.

Mu Kun couldn't wait any longer. He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.

Dorje pulled up the cart and set off again.

A cart, a dog, a blind man, and a woman lying on the cart were walking slowly on the wet road in the south.

Not far away is the raging Mekong River.

……

Just north of Chiang Rai, on the bank of the Mekong River, there is a dilapidated temple.

The ruins are broken and the grass is long. The Buddha statue is exposed among the grass, and like the minaret next to it, it has been eroded by wind and rain all year round, with layers peeling off.

A black, thin and small monk sat motionless on the top of the tower. Those who didn’t know better thought it was a stone statue that was scorched by lightning.

He suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at the dust filling the jungle in the distance.

There was a car passing by.

The dust settled, everything returned to normal, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant in the jungle.

The monk jumped down from the high tower, his body as light as a swallow.

But after he landed, he looked like he hadn't eaten for three days. It was difficult to even walk, and he was staggering, as if he might fall down at any time.

He walked into the only room between the two towers that was still sheltered from the wind and rain.

Although the sunlight could shine in between the broken roof tiles, the room was dark and gloomy, with a gloomy atmosphere.

On the walls of the Western Zhou Dynasty of the house, like many temples, are carved various Buddha statues.

It's just that the Buddha statues here are not high, and are about the same size as real people. Some are smaller, and they can stand or sit.

If you look closer, you can see clearly that these are not Buddha statues, because they do not have the compassionate face of the Buddha, nor the angry eyes of Vajra, but real withered faces, like dismantled statues placed one after another. Cloth mummy specimen.

There is a thick Yin Qi floating on every mummy, and it is constantly being released outwards.

Such yin energy gathered into a yin spirit-like substance and floated towards the center of the room.

There is a woman floating in the air. Even in the dim light, you can still tell that she is a beautiful woman, like a fairy.

There are seven swords floating in front and behind the woman's body, and the sword blades glow faintly, blocking the invasion of the Yin spirit of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

An oil lamp was lit at the woman's feet, and the flame was green.

The lights were like beans, releasing strange energy and locking the space where the woman was.

Above the woman, on the dilapidated and leaky roof, there is a statue of an evil god. This thing has nine heads.

The thin black monk stood at the door, looked at the woman, and laughed twice: "No need to resist anymore, you will only ignite Naga's anger, and you don't want all living beings to be ruined, right?"