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"Who gave you the ability to come and harm me?" Her voice was cold and intimidating. However, when dozens of people attacked at the same time, even if her martial arts were powerful, she was still at a disadvantage due to her limited stamina as a girl.

"The South has no Amitabha, and is immeasurably good." A few pine nuts were thrown from a high place with three popping sounds. The monk was wearing a monastic robe. With a kind face, the pine nuts struck those people's cold knives. He stood not far away, spitting out the pine nut shell in his mouth.

"Benefactor, why do you have to make things difficult for the weak?"

The leader narrowed his eyes and scolded, "Damned monk, it's none of your business. Hurry up and f * ck off for grandpa. "

The man swung his cold blade at him, and the monk kicked him. The man's sword fell to the ground. The monk pulled over Meng Yinsan and said in a low voice, "Little girl, I would like to borrow your sword."

With that said, the monk snatched it from the monk's hands. With the addition of the treasured sword, he fiercely stabbed forward. The one in the middle had a left shoulder, and his kung fu was very high. After a fight, dozens of people had sustained varying degrees of injuries. The group of black-clothed men saw how powerful the monk was, they could not gain anything from continuing to fight. The leader waved his hand and shouted, "Retreat!" The group of people disappeared into the night, leaving behind a few corpses as a memorial for the great moon.

At this moment, Meng Ke was in a terrible state of disarray, and his hair was in disarray. The original color of the scarlet armor could no longer be distinguished. There were still a few traces of blood on his dusty face. She stood up, clasped her hands, and bowed towards the monk, saying in a hoarse voice, "Many thanks for your help."

The monk waved his hand and narrowed his eyes. He looked around before sighing, "A few bandits do not care for the fairer sex. If I did not pass by this place, I'm afraid this young lady's pretty face would have been ruined."

He thought, "Could it be that this monk is a lecher?"

The monk blinked his eyes and laughed, "I forgot to get to know each other. I am known as Cymbidium, and was sent to the Jia Lan Temple for cultivation. It is my fortune to know this lady."

The blood began to boil, and he coughed up some blood. The monk grabbed her by the back and released a huge stream of zhenqi, which made her feel much more relaxed.

"Just call me Susu."

With a touch of caution, Munocin pushed away the cymbidium. The monk nodded seriously and said frankly, "Ok, Susu. You are now suffering from severe internal injuries, and we need to find a place to settle down. "

He stared at the monk, unable to do anything even though he was on guard. He looked at the tree and saw that it was just a poor monk with a handsome appearance. Moreover, he was at the Lonely Mountain Ridge. He wanted to believe him for the time being.

Cymbidium could have sensed that the drug was on guard against him, so it said awkwardly, "This …" The Buddhist scriptures were well said. A good man to the end, send the Buddha to the west. Young lady, this trip of yours can be considered as a benevolence of mine. " The monk laughed. The night was cold and gloomy. He took off his tattered robe and put it on the horse to lead the horse. However, he vaguely remembered that the Buddhist scripture did not mention this phrase.

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In another fifty kilometers, the eastern eight commanderies would be separated by a boundary. And in the middle of this mountain valley was the name of Cangyue, which was not under the jurisdiction of the three kingdoms. This valley had the reputation of being the number one village in the world, the Masked Moon Villa. It was because there was no one in the three kingdoms that this village seemed so legendary, filled with poisonous insects and traps, and anyone who dared to trespass would definitely die. No one in the world dared to go overboard, and the most magical thing about this villa was that its wealth was comparable to that of a nation, and its commercial lines were spread throughout the five countries.

According to the monk, this was a safe place. If he had returned from the same route, he might have been ambushed again. He thought it made sense, so he listened to the monk.

Entering into the city, the monk led Yu Hu, and Meng Ke lay prone on the horse. It formed a group with a high rate of turning back. The town was bustling with activity, as if not the least bit affected by the war. The fragrance of the snacks by the side of the road slowly wafted into their noses. It was only then that Meng Xin realized that not a single drop of water had entered her body since last night. Her stomach couldn't help but growl.

The monk stopped and asked, "Does the lady have silver taels?"

After the fight last night, the bag full of silver had disappeared without a trace. He could vaguely remember that there were a few pieces of broken silver in his sleeve. She dug around, only to find two copper coins. She must have thrown them away as well.

When the monk saw the two copper coins, he could not help but feel embarrassed. "Are there only these two copper coins?"

"Aren't you a monk from the National Monastery?" "Don't tell me you don't have silver."

The monk led the horse by the side of the road and used two copper coins to buy a meat bun.

As he ate, he spoke with a slurred voice, "If I had silver taels, I wouldn't have been squatting on a tree and eating pine nuts last night …"

When he thought back to last night, he realized that both sides of the mountain path were indeed filled with pine trees. It might have been due to hunger, but the meatball he was eating at this moment felt like it was being eaten by a crocodile.

He then saw that the calabash fern was also nibbling on the meat bun with interest, and asked doubtfully: "A monk like you doesn't eat meat or meat, could it be that you were driven out because you broke the ring?"

Her voice was weak and weak. Hearing the monk laugh loudly, he said, "The meat and wine has pierced through the intestines and intestines. Lord Buddha left that information in his heart." "I am the first disciple of the Jia Lan Temple to be proud of being my host. How about this host? He won't kick me out just because of such a small matter."

This monk's skin is too thick. At any rate, the Jia Lan Temple is also a temple of the State of Han. It was lamentable that such a stubborn and rogue monk could come out. When he returned, he would definitely ask the emperor's brother-in-law to clean up this Jia Lan Temple. After walking for the time it took to make a cup of tea, the tree led the horse to a dilapidated temple. "Hey!" You don't want to stay here tonight, do you? "

"Yes, this place is only a few miles away from the Eight Prefectures. If those people and those people chasing after you were to come here, they would have to go through all the inns here, because they know that you won't be able to run far if you're injured."

After hesitating for a moment, she gritted her teeth. If what the monk said didn't make some sense, how could she have given herself up here? He secretly cursed his mother in his heart. He dismounted and limped into the ruined temple as a sign of compromise.

He followed her into the temple, taking his horse with him.

The courtyard of the dilapidated temple was in ruins. The gray and misty tiles had long since lost their original color. The grass was long and had long since grown to the point where it reached his waist. The rustling sound that accompanied the rustling sound added to his mournful mood. The temple was originally dedicated to a Kuan Yin, and the statue was covered in dust. Monks would inevitably be restrained if they saw it, so the saying 'Amitabha' was uttered by the monk. Meng Ming looked around, and saw about a dozen old and young people, all in tattered clothes and unkempt hair. They were clearly a group of beggars. "Are you okay?" asked Cygnus with concern.

"Today, I also have this kind of talent, which is really sad," he said. "Forget it, I won't be as delicate as you think. Let's sleep here tonight."

The surrounding beggars, seeing that their clothes were tattered, took them for their own kind. However, they did not have any malicious intentions. Seeing that his leg was injured, they took out their only healing medicine. The oldest of the women moved a clean space for the drug. "Thank you, Grandma," she said. Cymbidium was sitting on the ground, holding on to the mocycline.

The beggar woman was also very nice, picking out half a moldy piece of cake from her bag. He handed it to her and asked, "Little girl, what's wrong with your leg?"

Staring at the half piece of moldy cake, and afraid of rejecting the granny's benevolence, he had no choice but to accept it and put it in his pocket.

"My leg just fell from a high place. "It's fine, it's fine …" She could not reveal her identity to this group of people.

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When the medic finished adjusting his condition, he found that the monk had picked up firewood. In the middle of the temple, a bonfire was lit. Ten-odd beggars surrounded the bonfire and were roasting a few wild pheasants. Seeing her open her eyes, that old granny picked up a broken bowl of water from somewhere and placed it next to her mouth. She amiably said, "Miss, drink some water."

These few words warmed his heart. He remembered that when his grandmother was alive, the child loved her the most. As she took the bowl, it was at this moment that her throat became dry. When he looked up, he saw that the sky had already turned white.

"My granddaughter is about the same age as you." The old granny tidied up the worn out clothes belonging to Meng Qingwu. She took out a sewing bag from her sleeve and was about to sew it up …