[Master] Why is a hometown

The woman's face was full of weeping marks, and her temples were slightly messed up. She knelt outside the Buddhist temple and begged for a long time, but she still couldn't answer.

The sound of begging spread into the hall and into the ears of the old monk, but it seemed to turn into a breeze in the ear.

"There is a cause and a destiny to gather the world, and a cause and a destiny to gather the world; a cause and a destiny to destroy the world, and a cause and a destiny to destroy the world."

"Oh?" The woman held a volume of Buddhist scriptures, her pale and thin fingertips just stopped at this sentence, and said without joy or sorrow: "Is the master telling me to let go of old grievances and extend a helping hand?"

"Within this door, only ask about fate. Outside this door, just ask for freedom." The old monk's snow-white beard and hair trembled with the low and hoarse voice.

The woman put down the scriptures, got up from the futon, and walked out alone. When passing through the dilapidated temple gate, she sighed sincerely and jokingly: "Oh, this place is really too dilapidated, it should be repaired."

"Amitabha." The old monk twitched his brows slightly, then put his palms together in relief, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

The woman smiled brightly, and her pale and sickly face burst into aura. She walked out of the Buddhist temple with a bit of pride, and pointed out two fingers to the lady: "Two conditions."

"Ah! Ah Yuan, don't say two conditions, I agree to two hundred."

"First, pay for the repair of Buddhist temples and offer incense every year."

"Yes, yes, do it right away." The lady nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Second, don't come to me again, otherwise—you know the result?"

The lady trembled all over when she heard the words, she didn't dare to breathe, she just beat her head like garlic.

Suddenly something popped out of the woman's sleeve, and went straight into the bluestone slab for three or four inches.

"Two pills a day, abstain from alcohol, meat and sex, and you will get better in ten and a half months."

The woman looked at the medicine bottle that fell into the ground with embarrassment, but she didn't dare to complain, she turned her eyes hypocritically and said: "A Yuan, after all, the blood between you and A Jing is thicker than water, and the master misses you very much, how about you?" ..."

"Forgive me, take my leave, I won't send you off."

The woman's smile remained unchanged, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After traveling for several miles, Huaguang stopped in the middle of a market town, took out the copper and asked for some sticks of maltose, put one in his mouth, and the sweetness melted on the tip of his tongue.

"Well... it's time to join him."

Where does the relationship between people come from?

Mu Xinyuan didn't know, but only knew that she was born with few relatives.

Although her parents gave her life, this life was for her elder brother, the only seedling of a family of nine generations.

That palm heart meat heart treasure was born as a sick child, and the family who rushed to the doctor listened to the rhetoric of the witch doctor from outside the territory and gave birth to her as a medicine for his brother.

The witch doctor kept her in an iron cage like an animal, took blood, cut flesh, injected poison, and planted Gu round after round, and finally turned her into a sick child who could not live or die.

Afterwards everything is a routine.

The master descended from the sky, drove away the witch doctor, rescued her from the sea of ​​suffering, and took her under the door.

Since then, there has been a master who is serious and dedicated to research, and a senior brother who roams the world in a leisurely manner.

As for parents and elder brothers?

Once we meet today, we will never be able to find anything from now on.

"Junior sister, don't waste the kindness that senior brother sent you all the way, or I will feel completely cold."

Mu Shaoai was dressed in a green shirt, with a handsome face, unrestrained and unrestrained, unable to hide a little worry.

Such a description of him is particularly eye-catching in the small town. There have been women who have been looking forward to it for a long time, but Mu Xinyuan is indifferent.

"Brother, everyone is well aware of my situation, so why bother."

"Yeah, this is the love of fellow practitioners, why refuse it." Mu Shaoai moved closer to her: "Or do you want Master to trouble you personally?"

"Come on, master is in retreat, don't you think I don't know?" Mu Xinyuan snatched the medicine bottle from his hand, and waved his hands like chasing flies: "Go, go, I'll take the things, you can leave. "

"Oh my goodness, this attitude really hurts feelings, why do you hate senior brother wandering around the world with you so much?"

"Happy and carefree, refuse to be bound."

"Ugh……"

"Don't sigh, don't you have business? Didn't you sign up for the meeting in the Zhonglie Palace?"

"Well, I have deeply felt your dislike for me. Goodbye, farewell, send a message if you have something to do, and be happy if you have nothing to do."

"Let's go, let's go."

Mu Xinyuan held the tea with one hand and raised it lightly with the other, watching Mu Shaoai go away.

I just don't know that after years of separation, when we meet again, the young man's heart and nature will all change from vicissitudes.

Mu Xinyuan leaned against the tree with dizziness, waiting for the poison to pass.

There is no cure for this sickness.

Probably because the injury had started since she was a baby, day after day, the root of the poison was tenacious, and all the organs were damaged.

Master's medical skills are amazing, but it can only relieve her pain and barely hang her life.

The strange thing is that he was able to practice martial arts with his crooked body. Under the guidance of the master, he was transformed into life-protecting poison. If he didn't have this poisonous body, he would be in danger of dying.

Her eyesight is slightly dim, and in the current state, anyone with a discerning eye can see that something is wrong, but she is a beautiful and lonely woman, and besides the secluded official road, danger is imminent.

Two idle men smelled of alcohol and approached arguing, when they suddenly saw a beautiful girl with evil thoughts, and said lewd words: "Oh, girl, you are here alone, are you waiting for someone to accompany you?" ?”

"Hahaha, let us accompany you~~~~"

Mu Xinyuan didn't answer, but raised her eyelids and glanced coldly: "Are you looking for death?"

"Wow, it's really fierce, it makes me even more excited!"

The drunk man had already stepped closer to her between words.

Because of her reclining posture, her neckline reveals a little snow-white skin, which is enough to attract people's daydream.

Mu Xinyuan tilted her head in disgust, and a faint smell penetrated into the noses of the two drunks, which made them even more excited and crazy, and rushed forward rudely, wanting to kiss her.

"stop."

"Huh? Mind your own business!"

Suddenly, the surrounding air rushed away, and the two idlers were pushed away by Daofeng for a few steps, and their fanatical minds were cleared.

"what!"

In the hazy twilight, a silver-white Taoist robe came slowly: "Leave."

"Uh... let's go, let's go!"

"Girl," the Taoist came to Mu Xinyuan, squatted down, his handsome face was gentle, and genuinely worried: "How can I help you?"

Oh - it can be seen that she has a poisonous kung fu, so she must have a good cultivation level.

If the two apprentices just touched a piece of her clothes, they would definitely die of poison.

However, Mu Xinyuan was still too weak to concentrate at this moment, and joked with a half-hearted smile: "Is there anything I can help... such as a hero saving the beauty?"

The Taoist was stunned, then smiled and said, "Ha, it's better to say it's about saving the two young men who lost their footing just now."

"...Don't come close, wait, wait for me..."

Mu Xinyuan's voice gradually dropped, and she unconsciously lost consciousness.

The sun has set to the west, and the cold wind is picking up.

The Taoist pondered for a moment, took off his cloak, and lightly covered the sleeping woman.

"Depending on the situation, she won't wake up in a short time, but it's not safe to leave her alone. Well... I can only wait here."

Mu Xinyuan slept for several days and nights.

When he opened his eyes, the figure sitting cross-legged on the opposite side fell into his eyes.

With starry eyes and sword eyebrows, elegant and handsome, she is really a beauty not inferior to Mu Shaoai.

Mu Xinyuan maintained the posture of leaning against the pear tree and lazily admired it for a while, until the other party asked.

"Miss, have you seen enough?" The Taoist looked calm: "Can you put away the poisonous kung fu and let me help you?"

"I would like to reap the merits, but it's a pity that I have been sleeping for several days, my blood is stagnant, and I can't even move my fingers."

"Huh?" The Taoist moved his brows and eyes indifferently, his power lingered out of his fingertips, and a little light rushed into Mu Xinyuan's body, penetrating the two acupoints of Shenque and Juque.

The stagnant blood energy was cleared instantly, Mu Xinyuan tilted her body, exhaled a long breath of depression, slowly put away her poison kung fu, and stood up holding the tree trunk.

Seeing that her figure was still unstable, Taoist silently swept to the side and supported her gently for a while, and only retreated after she stood still.

"Thank you." Mu Xinyuan turned his face to the side and looked at the other party carefully: "How do you call it?"

"There is no country in the past." The Taoist reported the name taboo lightly, and asked again: "Looking at the girl's condition, do you need to seek medical treatment?"

"No need." Mu Xinyuan slowly took out the porcelain bottle from his sleeve, took out a pill and swallowed it: "It's easy for the doctor to heal himself."

Are you sure you can heal yourself?

Seeing her sickly appearance, Yuan Wuxiang didn't speak out the question after all.

On the contrary, Mu Xinyuan seemed to have thought of something, and he muttered to the side, repeating his name several times: "Yuanwuxiang...Yuanwuxiang? Is it true that there is no place in Nandao?"

"Huh? The girl knows my origin?"

Mu Xinyuan gradually narrowed his eyes with a smile.

This smile fell on Yuan Wuxiang's eyes, like a kitten licking its paws in the sun.

"Yeah, if you enter the realm of Daozhen, how can you not hear about the four masters of Daozhen?" Mu Xinyuan still smiled brightly: "But you are more famous than the other golden one."

"Oh?"

——Four Masters of Daozhen, Gexianchuan Juanshoutian in the north and Baopuziyuan Wuxiang in the south.

Mu Xinyuan's eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "In Daozhen Realm, you have a lot of female fans, and your ears sound callous. As the saying goes, it's better to see once than to hear a hundred times, tsk tsk—it must be because of your good looks."

Yuan Wuxiang was stunned, and immediately couldn't laugh or cry.