Poor Monk

The monk fed him spoonful by spoonful, while Shen Du swallowed it mouthful.

After a while, a bowl of porridge has bottomed out.

Shen Du felt a little full.

It's just that he was a little strange, there seemed to be a bowl of porridge hot on the stove, isn't this bald donkey hungry?

"Have you eaten?"

The monk was putting the wooden spoon back into the bowl. Hearing this, he looked up at him, seemed a little startled, then curled his lips and nodded.

It turned out that I really ate it.

Shen Du raised his eyebrows that were somewhat cold, let himself lean back on the plain pillow, and just looked at the monk like this.

After he "answered" him, he turned around, put the porridge bowl aside, and continued pounding medicine.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk..."

The previous regular voice sounded again.

The sound of wind and snow outside the window is still not small.

It's just that after mixing in the sound of smashing medicine, it becomes less mournful, less lonely, and a little more vulgar to live in the world.

The monk's shadow stretched and swayed behind him.

No matter how beautiful it is, it will be fine for a while, but it will be a bit boring after a long time.

What a dumb person who can't speak...

Shen Du quietly frowned, just watched the monk's movements, and also identified the herbs on the table, and suddenly asked: "Are these herbs picked for my wounds?"

The monk stopped, looked back at him, and nodded.

Then he put another small piece of raw kudzu root into the medicine cup, and continued pounding the medicine pestle.The bitter smell of medicine, accompanied by the faint scent of white sandalwood, fills this simple bamboo house...

White sandalwood is a commonly used incense for worshiping Buddha.

Its fragrance should be very strong, it is the thickest type of sandalwood, but the fragrance on the monk's body is very weak.

Faintly, revealing a sense of stability.

Shen Duben had a lot to ask.

But it was probably because he was full and sleepy, or maybe he was not as energetic as before due to injury, or maybe the sound of pounding and pestle and scent were too hypnotizing, and he fell asleep after a while.

With his eyes closed, he fell asleep in a daze.

While half asleep and half awake, he felt that someone came over, put him back on the Arhat bed, and carefully took off his shirt.

Something was applied to the wounds on his shoulder and stomach.

It was cool, with a raw herbal fragrance, which made his wound ache.

So in his sleep, he frowned slightly.

It's just that he was sleeping after all, and the faint hostility that made people dare not look directly at him was much less than when he was awake.

It seems that there is a taste of Shufenglangyue.

It was very clean.

After changing the medicine for him, the monk stood beside him for a while, just looking at him, his eyes showed a little thought that hadn't been shown in front of Shen Du before.

There seemed to be some hesitation and hesitation.

But in the end, he lowered his eyes silently, and the faint compassion between his brows and eyes was revealed, he slapped his head, and turned around.

He tidied up the little bamboo house.

Bookshelves against the wall, tables full of medicinal herbs, used porridge bowls and medicine bowls, and even a burning, red stove...

After taking care of the trivial matters, he gently pushed the door open.

"Hula..."

The howling wind from outside suddenly rushed in, blowing the corner of the monk's moon white robe, and even the only oil lamp in the room flickered and shook violently.

In the dark bamboo forest, only the snow near the bamboo house has a faint, white light.

Bleak wind, cold night!

The monk turned back and closed the door, raised his head and looked out of the bamboo forest.

It is a not particularly high mountain.

The location of the bamboo forest is at the foot of the mountain, and there is a long, meandering mountain road that spirals to the high place of the mountain.

In such a dark night, you can see the sporadic lights of the high temple at a glance.

He walked down with light steps, his monk shoes stepping on the snow without making any sound.

After a while, the figure disappeared at the end of the bamboo forest.

It snowed all night.

The next day.

When Shen Du woke up and opened his eyes, the deserted mid-winter sun had already shone in through the cracks in the window, and there was still warmth from the stove in the house, and the whole house was clean.

He blinked, and then realized: This is not Jiantianya.

The injuries on his body seemed to heal a lot after this night.

He coughed, barely propped himself up and sat up, and opened his clothes to take a look, and he knew that the medicine had been replaced with a new one.

Is it the concoction he made yesterday?

"This bald donkey..."

Feeling it carefully, Shen Du couldn't help muttering to himself, thinking of the skillful technique of the monk last night when he was pounding the medicine, as well as some herbs that he didn't recognize on the case.

"Medical skills seem to be good? Not much worse than Ni Qianqian..."

How serious his injuries are, I know.

Gu Zhao was merciless in his strikes at that time, not to mention that there was a knife behind his back, attacking back and forth, it would be fatal if he didn't die.

Do the math, at most he will be in a coma for a whole day, not too long.

Can hurt...

This speed of recovery was not what he should have been. Even if a famous doctor came, it might not be so fast.

Unless it's Ni Qianqian.

There is a medicine house in Jiantianya.

But the person living inside is not a monk, but Ni Qianqian, a bone medicine doctor with a bad temper, a stinky woman with amazing medical skills.

Shen Du still remembers that when she first met in Xiefeng Villa, she went to see Lu Feichan's injury.Although she is not very old, she is already a miracle doctor who is well-known all over the world.

He has some friendship with Lu Feichan.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, Ni Qianqian's peach blossom eyes turned around, and after looking at his face, he sighed: "The big murderer, after all, he will kill himself if he does many unrighteous deeds! The tactic is a law that defies the heavens, so it’s fine if you practice it, and it’s wrong. I’m afraid I’m going to die within ten years..."

He knew what he was practicing and didn't make a sound.

Pei Wuji was furious because of this.

He was already his right-hand man at that time, and he practiced so deeply that he didn't show much on the spot. After the group left Xiefeng Villa, they immediately sent someone to arrest Ni Qianqian and imprisoned him under Jiantian Cliff. deep valley.

Pei Wuji never listened to anyone saying that he was going to die.

Even Ni Qianqian, the bone medicine doctor, is the same.

How did Ni Qianqian expect to be treated like this?

Just after arriving at Bitian Valley, there was a huge commotion.

Pei Wuji only held the knife and said to her: "From today onwards, you will be in charge of the medicine house in Jiantianya, and will be responsible for treating our Taoist master. You said he won't live for ten years, but I want you to cure him." .If he doesn't live to be a hundred years old, I will slaughter the whole family of the Su family in front of you."

Since then, Ni Qianqian has not been able to step out of Jiantianya.

Her temper is getting weirder and weirder.

The medicine prescribed to Shen Du became more and more unpalatable.

So gradually, Shen Du didn't like to take those medicines, and he didn't like to have Ni Qianqian help him see a doctor.

After counting, Ni Qianqian has lived in Bitian Valley for eight years, and there are less than two years left before the "ten years" she mentioned.

"Maybe he died without waiting for the backlash to the heart veins. How could it take ten years?"

From this medicine, Shen Du thought of Ni Qianqian, what she said, and the Liuhe God Art he practiced, but he sneered and laughed.

Everyone said that he was courting death by practicing Liuhe Shenjue.

As everyone knows--

If he didn't practice, his life would have been lost on the day when the way of demons changed drastically. How could he survive until now?

Every day he lives in the world now, he has snatched and snatched it from the cracks in the life and death book of Lord Yama.

An extra day to live is an extra day to earn.

Others trembled, he only laughed that God couldn't beat him, and he still couldn't take away his frivolous and vicious life!

The deep hostility in his eyes surfaced again.

"cough……"

Shen Du coughed again.

He glanced at the teapot on the table not far away, endured the pain, lifted the thick quilt, got up, and staggered over.

There is water in the jug.

He picked it up, and didn't intend to use the teacup, so he directly took a few swigs from the spout before putting it down.

At this moment, he happened to see the window in front of the case.

So he frowned slightly.

He asked last night, and the monk nodded. This is Tianji Temple.

But where exactly is Tianji Temple?

In my memory, Tianji Temple seldom interfered with common affairs.

All the people from the rivers and lakes who fled to the Zhigebei basically fend for themselves within that boundary, and the inside of the Buddhist monastery does not care about life and death outside.

But he was rescued by someone?

Shen Du is not a suspicious character, but he has seen so many conspiracies and tricks in the past ten years on the Yaomo Dao, so that he can't believe his own safe situation at this moment.

"Squeak" sounded.

With his fingers resting on the cold window sill, he pulled the window open with a little force.

The snow has stopped outside, and the wind is not small.

The freezing cold immediately hit the face.

Shen Du was really wearing very little, so he shivered involuntarily, and then looked out intently.

A bamboo forest.

Heavy snow buried the forest path.

The distant mountains are snow-white, but you can see layers of cedar on the mountain, stacked on the top of the eaves of the Buddhist temple.Faintly, you can see a few pieces of golden glazed tiles.

The sky is blue.

Clouds are hardly visible.

In midwinter, a rare sunny day hangs high, and when it shines on the top of the mountain, the clouds and mists are transpiring, and the bell and drum towers are towering, just like a Buddha country.

"Tianji Temple..."

The highest level of martial arts in the world, the most transcendent place in the whole world!

Even though Shen Du is already the overlord of one party, seeing it now, he couldn't help but feel an indescribable complexity and amazement.

But what followed was a lot of worry.

First, the bald donkey disappeared this morning, what did he do?

Second, if Tianji Temple knew that its disciple had saved such a big devil like him, how would it deal with it?

Third, how can he get out of the current predicament?

Trying to exercise, the whole body's Qi channels are as painful as needle pricks!

Shen Du almost fell to his knees on the ground.

All of a sudden, a heart arose to greet Gu Zhaohe and the eighteen generations of ancestors of the man who stabbed the knife in the back!

He has practiced Liuhe Shenjue for more than ten years.

Even in Jiantianya, this is a forbidden method in the legend. It was sunk under the cliff many years ago, and people in the demon way are not allowed to practice.

But Shen Du practiced.

To this day no one knows how he found it.

Before everyone knew, he had already killed his parents, expelled his elder brother, and practiced the Liuhe Divine Art.

Moreover, in the year when he became the demon Taoist master, something went wrong when he was practicing——

There are evil thoughts in the heart, and the madness.

A few meridians were broken at once.

From then on, every 49 days, I have to endure a backlash from the power of the Liuhe Shenju itself.

Moreover, this backlash force does not weaken due to the growth of his cultivation base.On the contrary, the deeper the skill, the stronger the cultivation base, and the more ruthless the backlash.

Pain comes next.

For Shen Du, what is more, and what makes him more worried, is probably "humiliation".

Except for Pei Wuji, he didn't let anyone see him when he had an attack.

Back then, Pei Wuji was only sixteen.

He was still a young man who hated him because of his parents' enmity.

Shen Du felt that he had run out, and if he killed him again, he would just kill a potential avenger who wanted to kill him, so it would not arouse suspicion.

But even he himself didn't expect that his life would be spared in the end, and he also watched him climb to the position second only to himself step by step...

Because of what?

Because of the hesitant look in his eyes afterwards, or the timidity revealed when he tried to calm down?

Shen Du didn't remember.

I don't want to remember either.

He only knew that if he couldn't get out of trouble as soon as possible, even if he saved his life for a while, in another 27 days, he would be dead!

Yes.

There are only 27 days until the next counterattack of Liuhe Shenjue.

He is not who he is now.

The Liuhe Divine Art has been completed, and the power of backlash is already terrifying enough, not to mention that after that "Hongmen Banquet", the meridians all over his body were broken and scattered!

Once it happens, the consequences will be disastrous!

There are only two paths ahead:

Either find a way to get rid of this serious injury as soon as possible before Tianji Temple finds out, leave here, go back to Jiantianya, find Pei Wuji, or someone else;

or...

"boom!"

The mood suddenly became extremely bad, and suddenly felt that the beautiful snow scene in front of him was filled with an indescribable nausea.

Shen Du raised his hand and slammed the window shut.

He supported himself and returned to the Arhat bed.

I don't know what medicine the bald donkey used, the wound on the shoulder and abdomen stopped bleeding, so he sat down cross-legged with difficulty, wanting to meditate again and try again.

But the situation is not much better than before.

When the meridian is broken, how much internal force has been accumulated in the dantian is useless!

After trying for the third time, the meridian, which was already fragile due to the injury, finally couldn't bear it, and another one shattered!

There was a sharp pain in my body!

Shen Du only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, a pain in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spewed out!

He pressed his chest and tried his best not to fall down.

But in the end, he couldn't hold it back. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and uttered a foul language: "Liuhe Shenjue, God? God, you are paralyzed!"

At the critical moment, farts are useless!

Shen Du's stomach was full of anger, and he couldn't lift a bit of strength all over his body, only feeling weaker than ever before.

He couldn't even sit still.

So he lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, closed his eyes, and thought about his next plan.

I don't know how long I lay there.

It is about noon.

The sound of footsteps came from outside, very small, as if stepping on the snow, there was a feeling of one deep foot and one shallow foot.

Shen Du opened his eyes at once.

Eyes are facing the door.

It was the monk who came back, still wearing the moon-white monk robe he had seen last night, perhaps because he came down from the mountain, the corners of the monk robe were stained with a lot of muddy water, making it dirty.

So Shen Du looked at it and frowned again.

He didn't speak.

The monk was not surprised when he saw that he woke up. He walked in with a simple food box in his hand, and then turned around and closed the door to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.

Then he walked to the table, opened the food box, and brought out a bowl of porridge.

porridge...

When will he recover from eating this stuff?

"Hey, I said..."

Shen Du raised his eyebrows at him, resting his hand on the back of his head, a smile appeared on his somewhat cold and sinister face.

"Monk, I'm a sick person, can I have some meat?"