A black doctor from a certain American comic

The matter between Ding Dian and Ling Shuanghua has come to an end.

Anyway, Ling Tuisi was paralyzed and unable to speak. If Ding Dian failed to seize the opportunity again, he would deserve it.

As for the secret of the Shen Zhao Jing, Mo Fei didn't even need Ding Dian to dictate it, he already had it in his own hands.

Before Mo Fei left, he pointed at the center of Di Yun's eyebrows and passed on to him the Divine Illumination Sutra he had received from Ding Dian.

Di Yun, the most unlucky guy in the world, really made Murphy unable to bear to bully him.

I was being deceived from the beginning to the end, and everyone around me was a liar. And he was one of the targets who was taken advantage of. In the end, he was put in a cage, beaten half to death, and his fingers were broken. He finally couldn't bear it anymore and died. Fortunately, Ding Dian used the divine scripture to revive him.

This person's misfortune has reached a miserable level, and he even actually died once. It could be said that Di Yun's misfortune was about to reach an extreme.

Of course, after giving him what should be given to Di Yun, what will happen to Di Yun later is none of Murphy's business.

However, Mo Fei thought that with Di Yun's aura of pig's feet and being covered by Ding Dian, who had the same interests as him, nothing major would happen.

"Aren't you going to take out the treasure of Tianning Temple?"

Qing Qing asked as he walked on the road leaving Jiangling.

"Why should I get it? It's useless. Let's take a look when we need it!" Murphy said.

In the Qing Dynasty, Mo Fei had opened the Dragon Vein Treasure of the Qing Dynasty and obtained a large amount of gold. He had no place to put it. Why bother to open the treasure of Emperor Liang Yuan again and increase the burden on himself?

"That's a huge treasure that can't be counted. Don't you have any greed at all?" Qing Qing said.

"I am a very rich person myself. As for money, I always think that it is enough. No matter how much you have, you won't be able to use it all. Why do you have to try to get countless of them?" Murphy Said: "If you are ruthless and interested in this treasure of Emperor Liang Yuan, I can take you to see it together."

"I don't have much interest." Wuqing shook his head and said, "I'm just curious because you don't care about Emperor Liang Yuan's treasure."

Murphy and Qingwu were approaching the gate of Jiangling when they suddenly heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves coming from behind, charging rampantly.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

Mo Fei and Qing Qing looked up and saw a very tall and thin monk on a horse. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe. His eyes were very big and bright, and his face was full of flesh.

And this monk was holding a woman across his arms.

It was Shui Sheng whom Mo Fei and Qing Qing had met before when they had dinner in a restaurant.

"I told you to get out of here, you're deaf!" The yellow-robed monk shouted to the people in front to get out of the way, while looking behind him in a panic, as if someone was chasing him.

And when he saw other people fleeing after hearing what he said, he didn't want to think that there were still two people standing in the middle of the road, motionless, so he swung his riding crop and struck at the two people.

But he didn't expect his riding whip to be grabbed by someone, and then he pulled it hard, riding the horse and galloping towards the monk, and was pulled off the horse by the force of inertia.

Even if it was a woman he didn't know, it was impossible for Mo Fei to watch her being insulted by the lewd monk, let alone Shui Sheng, a woman he knew.

So this monk kind of bumped into him.

"Who are you, and why do you dare to block the way of this poor monk?" The monk was obviously not weak in martial arts. He was suddenly blocked by Mo Fei, who pulled him off his horse. He quickly turned over and landed firmly on the ground.

"Let the girl go in your hands." Murphy was too lazy to talk nonsense to this old guy.

"Let it go as you say, boy, who do you think you are?"

Without waiting for Mo Fei's reply, the monk suddenly rushed towards Mo Fei, reached for his waist with his other hand, pulled out a sword, pulled out the sword, and chopped off Mo Fei's head.

A ray of white light shone towards Mo Fei.

"As expected, he is from the Blood Knife Sect." Mo Fei looked at the gestures and speed of the monk's sword. He must have been practicing swordsmanship for many years, and the skill of the sword was very cunning and cruel, which was very different from the ordinary swordsmanship of the Central Plains. Except for Mo Fei never expected to meet a member of the Blood Knife Sect in Jiangling