C484 Sanskrit

The sword light was as cold as ice. When it was far away, Fei Jianren felt a chill run down his throat. He no longer had the time to slap the small shield. He raised both hands, and two snake-shaped blades appeared in his hands, vowing to block the sword's path.

As a result, the small shield that was aimed at his stomach had no more hands to deal with it. However, his stomach trembled. The small shield had already embedded itself into his stomach and was almost completely gone.

The battle also came to a halt at this moment. Because of the attack from the small shield and the backlash from Wu Dong's attack on his right arm, he was injured. That graceful and graceful sword had already pointed at Fei Jianren's throat at this moment. The dense sword intent alone made his entire face numb. The fat on his face kept trembling. He tried hard to make an expression, but there was nothing he could do.

"The antidote! I will only say it once!" This sword was in the hands of a young man. His fingers were slender and his green clothes were slightly white, just like his entire person, extremely clean.

Fei Jianren didn't dare move. On the other side, Shee Ji knew that he wouldn't be able to save Fei Jianren by himself. He furrowed his brows and turned to look at the bright monk.

The monk didn't seem to be paying attention to what was happening. He was staring at a painting in the inn. Three horses were galloping away from the painting. What was surprising was that... The painting showed the butt of three horses. There were also a few people who noticed the painting, but none of them were as absent-minded as the monk.

Fei Jianren had been restrained. Shee Ji turned around and saw that the monk still had no reaction. He called out softly, "Master?"

Only now did the monk seem to have recovered his senses, and with a glance, he roughly knew the situation of the scene.

"So it's the Raindrop Sword. Then this person must be the Young Master of Shaoshan Du Clan. Dare I ask how I should address him? What did Fatty Fei do? Let him go on my account."

The young man answered politely," Du Xiaoyu from the Dripping Water Cave. Who are you? This fatty is insidious and cunning, it's fine if you want to let him go. Since you guys are one, quickly let him hand over the antidote to save you!"

" Oh, it's called Du Xiaoyu. Very well, Du Xiaoyu from the Dripping Water Cave, I will remember that. " The bright monk smiled at him, causing the young Du Xiaoyu to be stunned.

"Fatty Fei, give him the antidote. It seems like he still has a mission to complete."

Although he didn't quite understand what he was saying, Du Xiaoyu still withdrew the tip of his sword a little. It seemed like Fei Jianren did not dare to disobey the monk's words. There was still a small shield embedded in his stomach. Drops of blood dripped down as he took out a dirty medicine from his bag with a sad face. "Take it. Sigh, this Snake Skin Pill is very hard to find."

Du Xiaoyu took it and was skeptical in his heart. At this time, Zheng Mingyan appeared again. This night, he was in the limelight. His small face was high up and his cheeks were rubbed with the sauce of beef sauce. He did not know and was even proud of himself.

"The antidote is right, but eating half of it should be enough. The remaining half will be enough to prevent this fatty from harming others in the future."

Du Xiaoyu raised his hand and threw the medicine to Wu Yue. He took back a little bit of the sword in his hand. "Master, thank you. It seems like you are a reasonable person. Please restrain your people in the future. Don't be so domineering anymore. "

"Yeah, you can see that I'm very reasonable. Fei Jianren, did you hear what Young Master Du said? Be more careful in the future. Don't use a knife so easily, and even cut yourself into such a bloody mess. "

At this moment, there was no longer a blade on Fei Jianren's neck. He hurriedly nodded his head, and the fat on his face kept shaking.

Du Xiaoyu was also a little surprised when he saw that the other party was so easy to talk to. He was also a little embarrassed when he had been so aggressive before, so he also smiled. "Great Master is really a kind person. Why are the people around him so fierce? Oh, Master must be the one who wants to influence them and digest their hostility. Great Master, is the person you chained up also a great evil person? What did he do to deserve such torture?"

" Yes, I've been teaching these guys, Wang Yao said. But they weren't very obedient, especially the one who was chained. They're even more evil. Sigh, if I don't lock him up like this, I don't know what he'll do. "

As if the locked man wanted to cooperate with him, his eyes, which were originally in pain, suddenly opened wide. His eyes were blood-red as if they were about to bleed. At the same time, his entire body was trembling. It was so large that even the thick iron chains were shaking non-stop. The clanking sound immediately made people feel frustrated.

When the monk saw this, his bright face did not diminish. However, his brows were slightly furrowed. Then, he saw his eyes drooped down and he muttered something. At this moment, he actually started to sing scriptures. And the scriptures he sang were very different from what everyone usually heard in the temple. It sounded like Sanskrit. The scripture was mixed in with the rhythmic sound of the iron chains, but it was like a partner that could work together seamlessly. The two of them merged together in a very delicate way, and it was hard to tell which one was in the other's arms. Fortunately, the boredom brought by the sound of the iron chain had been reduced by a lot.

With the sound of Sanskrit, the man under the chains narrowed his eyes. However, the red light contained within did not decrease at all. Instead, it seemed to have gathered together. Two rays of red light shot out from the slits. It was as if the evil god had possessed them. It would make one shudder in fear at night like this.

The monk who seemed to be singing the Sanskrit with ease a moment ago had become much more nervous. His brows, which had been slightly furrowed, were now knitted together. If someone else were to frown like this, they would either be miserable or ugly. However, this monk was still gorgeous and unparalleled. Even his deeply furrowed brows were knitted together. It was as if a dark colored lotus had appeared on his forehead.

The Sanskrit in his mouth also became increasingly deep and low. However, it was also deeply rooted in the hearts of everyone. Everyone felt as if their hearts were being touched by invisible hands. The indescribable feeling was just that it was a little suffocating.

The sound of the chain suddenly changed, and a terrifying roar came into everyone's ears. The sound seemed to come from the chained man, but it didn't seem to come from his throat. No one knew how he had made such a miserable sound.

Zhang Jingxuan looked at Soo Qiulai, who seemed to be possessed by a devil, and frowned. No one knew what he was thinking, but he pulled Zheng Mingyan, who was still hiding behind Zheng Mengsen with his hand, to his side. He placed a hand on ___'s shoulder. Zheng Mingyan's small face originally had a painful expression, but now it was much better. It just so happened that he could not stay idle anymore. "What's going on? Why do you have to cry like a wolf or a ghost?! It's giving me a headache!"

Although he felt himself shouting at the top of his lungs, he was astonished to discover that even he himself couldn't hear his voice clearly, let alone others.