disguised holy monk

Wanyan Fusheng took the lead in looking for it from one side of the cliff, Mu Yiliang and Mu Yixin looked at each other, and also took a long way from the other side to find a way to go down.

Wanyan put her arms around her chest in a half-quilt, looking thoughtfully at the disappearing figure of the other party.

She knew that Wanyan Fusheng's heart had been turned cold by countless framing and strife, probably the only person in this world who still cared about him was his master.

So she used Xuan Qing to lure him back.

But now, it is absolutely impossible for him to let someone who wants to kill Xuanqing sit on the throne of Northern Xinjiang.

……

At the bottom of the cliff, Xuanqing sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees, drowsy.

It's just that from the outside, even though his white clothes were stained with dust, he still had a clear demeanor; his pale face was more vivid with a few scratches and bloodstains, and it looked like he was healing his wounds.

The internal injuries in Wanyanzong's body had been healed by Xuan Qing's medicine, so after a while, he became slightly conscious, and the pain that almost broke his bones made him groan for a while, frowning Opening his eyes in a daze, he happened to see Xuan Qing, who was dressed in white, sitting opposite and healing his wounds.

"Xuanqing?" He was alert immediately, his eyes became clear again, the previous scene was still in front of him, he struggled to touch his knife.

It's just that the severe pain hit him, but he found that he couldn't move his legs?

"What's going on?..." Wanyan Zong was stunned, staring blankly at his legs, which were still wrapped with a few rags of white cloth and fixed with wooden sticks.

"No, it's impossible...my leg..." He realized something, muttered in disbelief for a moment, and then beat his leg like crazy.

"Ah! Why can't my legs move? What's going on?..."

With such a big commotion, Xuanqing slowly came to his senses, and hurriedly reached out his hand to stop him, sighed and said: "Don't move, your leg fell... and hurt, if you continue to toss like this, it will only hurt more seriously."

Xuanqing paused halfway, obviously not wanting to directly say that his leg was broken to provoke him.

But Wanyan Zong had already lost his mind at this time, his eyes were red, he raised his hand and pushed him away, "Get out!"

Xuan Qing didn't seem to have much strength, but was pushed by his light palm, staggered a few steps and sat back down.

His face turned pale, as if he didn't have the strength to speak anymore, he just closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

Wanyanzong let out a lot of gasping for breath, his brain gradually returned to rationality, and then he remembered that the person in front of him had been poisoned by him, and he was probably being devoured and tormented by thousands of insects and ants. Half a point, the other party can hold back...

When people are miserable, they always hope that others will be more miserable than themselves.

Thinking about it this way, Wanyan Zong gradually calmed down, and realized that the wounds on his body and leg injuries should be bandaged up by Xuan Qing.

He clearly wanted to kill Xuan Qing, but the other party saved him...

Wanyanzong glanced at Xuanqing who seemed to be trying his best to suppress the pain, he was on alert and puzzled, and said with a sneer, "What? I'm afraid I'm dead, no one will give you an antidote?"

Xuan Qing didn't speak, he probably didn't want to waste energy, and only concentrated on suppressing the pain.

But Wanyanzong thought that he had grasped his pain point, and threatened: "As long as you send me out safely, I will give you the antidote."

Xuanqing finally opened his eyes, he obviously saved Wanyanzong, but his eyes were calm, and he said calmly: "Amitabha, the benefactor should save some effort, here is a high cliff on one side, and the jungle on the other side, there are countless beasts trapped in it. , we are seriously injured at this time, how can we get out of this place?"

Wanyanzong knew what he was talking about was reality, but he was not reconciled!Did everything he planned with all his efforts and painstaking efforts come to an abrupt end here?

He said urgently, "Don't you want the antidote?"

Xuan Qing paused, with a hint of relief between his brows and eyes, clasped his hands together and sighed, "There is no joy in life, and there is no fear in death."... Anyway, he won't die.

Wanyan Zong stared at him blankly, at such a young age he had already regarded life and death so indifferently, for a moment he felt that Xuanqing's whole body seemed to be emitting divine light, like a god.

It seemed that from the very beginning, this monk was not quite a normal person.He will fight for a group of wild beasts, he will eat poison for a strange child, and he still has pity for him who tried to kill him many times...

Wanyanzong thought it was funny, but also felt inexplicably hot, and blurted out: "Don't you want to kill me?"

Xuan Qing glanced at him, shook his head, and said flatly: "Monks never kill."... The system does not allow killing!

Wanyan Zong was suffocated, he seemed not to believe in evil, and asked, "You don't hate me?"

Xuan Qing paused.

Wanyanzong was inexplicably overjoyed, as if he had proved something—the so-called holy monk was nothing more than that.

I saw a flash of shame in Xuan Qing's eyebrows and eyes, and then he chanted the Buddha's name, "Xuan Qing did feel angry for a moment, sins and sins, and practitioners should not have hatred..."

Wanyan was half-covered in a quilt - just angry?

Looking at Xuanqing who seems to have washed his mind and recited the Buddha again, Wanyanzong has nothing to say.

Now he really concluded that Xuan Qing was probably not alone...he was a fool!

Wanyan's half-quilt probably fell on this fool monk to protect him like this.

He just felt that his heart seemed to be a little empty, and it was filled with something.

This made him let go of his guard, and he lay on his back on the rotten ground motionless, and as soon as he relaxed, the pain swept through his body again.

……

The two of them rested for a while, and neither spoke again.

The sky was getting dark, so Xuanqing naturally didn't plan to just wait for someone to rescue him.

After he glanced at Yan Zong, his face turned red, his eyes were tightly closed, and his teeth were clenched on his lower lip.

"Wanyanzong?" Xuan Qing walked over to explore, it seemed that the wound infection had caused a fever, and even his mind was a little dizzy.

He thought for a while, leaned over and carefully helped Wanyan Zong up, then grabbed his wrist and carried him on his back.

Wanyanzong was much taller than him, so Xuanqing could use his internal strength to carry him on his back without any problem.But at this time, he was in pain all over from the poison!

So even though Xuan Qing was already extremely cautious, his trembling figure still touched Wanyan Zong's wound, and his aching brain instantly woke up. Walking outside in the jungle, he couldn't help frowning: "What are you doing?"

Xuan Qing's face was pale at this time, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, "Your wound is inflamed and caused a high fever, you won't be able to last long if this continues, I'll take you to see if you can go out..."

His voice was as calm and slow as possible when he spoke, but he could still hear some tremors.Wanyanzong didn't know whether it was the poison that caused the pain, or whether he was tired because he was too heavy.

The small flame that Wanyan Zong had just started was extinguished with a "snap".His voice was hoarse, "Didn't you say you couldn't get out?"

Xuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "You have to try."

To try to save him... Xuanqing said this easily, but Wanyan Zong felt as if something had stabbed his heart hard, and the sourness spread from the bottom of his heart.

Which one of his brothers and sisters is not harboring evil intentions?His father was indifferent to their intrigue... no one had ever cared so bluntly with him.

It’s just that Wanyanzong’s emotion didn’t last long, Xuanqing was probably in severe pain, his whole body was trembling, his hands were already shaking so much that he couldn’t grasp the wrist of the person on his back, and the jungle road was difficult to walk, one careless, Their feet slipped, and both of them fell down a small slope.

After rolling a few times, it was a coincidence that Xuan Qing also fell on Wanyan Zong's body, causing severe pain all over his body.

"Pfft...you..." Wanyan Zong almost vomited blood from the pain.

Before he had an attack, Xuan Qing curled up into a ball in pain, his face was pale, and his whole body was shaking.

Wanyanzong knew that all of this was caused by the poison he had given himself, and it was rare for him to help him with such kindness despite his past suspicions that he endured the bone-piercing pain to save him... Although this time his tormented injury was added to the wound... …

It's just that Xuanqing seems to be in a worse situation than him. Wanyanzong's scalp tingles just thinking about it.

Enduring the severe pain, Wanyanzong tried his best to prop up his body and move towards him, "Xuanqing, are you alright?"

Xuan Qing seemed to be in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he just closed his eyes and trembled.

After a long while, Xuan Qing's expression slowly calmed down. He was limp and lying on the ground, cold sweat covered his pale forehead, his long eyelashes were wet with sweat, and his trembling and trembling made people upset.

"Xuanqing? How do you feel?" Wanyan Zong was anxious, but because he was injured all over his body, he couldn't move his feet, so he couldn't do anything.

Xuan Qing was still a little weak, and shook his head, "It's nothing, the poison seems to come in waves, but every time it's more violent than the last time..."

Seeing that he was fine for the time being, Wanyan Zong couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but when he thought that he was the one who caused the other party's situation, his heart was inexplicably listless and uncomfortable.

He blurted out, "The antidote is in my tent, and I'll give you the antidote as soon as I get out."

Xuan Qing was neither happy nor excited, he just nodded indifferently, "Thank you."

Wanyan Zong felt even more uncomfortable, it was obviously his fault, but in the end he got the other party's thanks.

After tossing for a long time, the two who were basically still in place fell silent again.

Xuan Qing reminisces about his acting skills just now: ... Good guy, if there is no Oscars this year, I won’t watch it!