disguised holy monk

Wu Qichong took people out to run errands, and just two hours after he left, a group of subordinates from the Da Furen's yard ushered in where he lived.

They filled Wu Qichong's courtyard with water specially prepared by the Taoist priest, so that the person in the house could no longer go out of the courtyard.

Then the eldest lady and the young master of the Wu family rushed into the courtyard with the Taoist priest and a group of people.

The house was still calm and peaceful, Wu Qichong didn't like crowds, so only one maid was cleaning. She suddenly saw so many people rushing in with swords, she was so frightened that her face paled, and she hurriedly knelt down to plead guilty.

It's just that other people's eyes were not on her. Ordinary people couldn't see that person, but they drank the talisman water given by the Taoist priest, and at this moment they happened to see Xuan Qing resting under the pear tree.

There was a moment of silence in the air, Xuan Qing met their eyes, and seemed to be stunned for a moment that they could see him.

But the servant girl knelt there tremblingly and didn't get a reply, so she couldn't help but said cautiously, "Madam, young master, are you here to find the second young master? He has already gone out and will come back three days later..."

Before she finished speaking, the young master with a gloomy and impatient expression in front of him raised his sword and was about to chop and kill her.

Xuan Qing frowned, raised his finger and flicked away his sword, and slowly got up.

"Amitabha, the benefactors are here to find the little monk, so it has nothing to do with others, please don't hurt the innocent."

He approached slowly, and the monk's robe brushed away the pear blossoms on the ground. He was obviously not angry, but he still made people unconsciously vigilant and held his breath.

The young master of the Wu family's wrist was numb from the shock, and he yelled angrily at the servant girl on the ground, "Get out."

The servant girl didn't know why, her face turned pale, but after getting what the other party said, she immediately got up and backed out.

Only the long and tall Xuan Qing and the people brought by the Da Furen were left in the room.

The Da Furen looked at Xuan Qing, saw that he was thin and pale, he really didn't look like a powerful person, she couldn't help but sneered and said: "Do you really think you are a Taoist monk? It's no wonder that bastard grows up like this What if you want a golden house to hide your beauty?"

Xuan Qing didn't seem to understand, his long eyebrows frowned slightly, he put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, "The almsgiver's words are meaningless, I really don't understand, why did you come here?"

"Don't understand? Then go ask Hades." Da Furen smiled and waved her hand, and everyone behind her immediately surrounded Xuan Qing.

The clothes and swords on their bodies were obviously soaked in potion, and the smell made people dizzy.

Xuan Qing frowned, his body was getting weaker and weaker now, and he might not last long.

With an order, the group of people brandished their swords and attacked together.

Xuanqing tapped his toes, turned around, and flew out of the encirclement.These people are also people who are not weak in Da Furen's skills, and they quickly predicted Xuan Qing's whereabouts, and the sword energy scattered in all directions, stirring up flowers all over the place.

For a while, there were only white clothes flying and swords and swords in the yard.

Xuan Qing slapped the ground with his palm, and the air wave sent flying flowers all over him, he flipped his wrist, and the flying flowers shot out, knocking back the surrounding people.

Everyone couldn't get close, and they looked at each other for a while and didn't dare to go forward rashly.

Only the eldest lady who was watching saw that the monk had been dodging and didn't dare or even want to kill anyone.She suddenly yelled: "What are you afraid of? He won't kill you, give me all of you!"

Everyone gritted their teeth, withstood the blows of countless flying flowers, and rushed up desperately.

Countless sword qi flew across wantonly, repelling one wave and the next wave.Xuan Qing's elegant figure, which was originally easy to handle, gradually became exhausted, and it was quite strenuous to dodge.

In the end, all the flying flowers fell around him, and all the rosary beads in his hands flew out. After hitting the chests of the people who attacked again, their arms were scratched by the sword energy of the next wave of people, and the bright red blood instantly stained the white robes.

Xuanqing's internal breath was unstable, and his figure staggered, and the crowd had already attacked in front of him again.

He forced himself to take a deep breath, and stretched out his palm. Just as his inner breath was almost exhausted, he drove them back with the wind of his palm, and a whisk came with a strong inner force. Xuanqing couldn't dodge in time, and his pupils dilated slightly. For a moment, Xuanqing spat out a mouthful of blood in pain as the coldness of a sword scraped by.

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After the little maid on the other side left the courtyard, she hastily let out the carrier pigeon that Wu Qichong had left behind before leaving.

Although she didn't know what the eldest lady and the young master were going to do when they rushed into the courtyard, the swords, lights and swords inside looked like they were besieging someone.

Or maybe she was lucky enough to be spared just now, probably that person saved her too.

However, when the carrier pigeon was in Wu Qichong's hands, it would take him three hours to ride back again.

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There was a great battle in the yard, and none of the furniture was intact. The pear trees were all gone, and the snow-white pear blossoms on the ground were now stained by blood as if they had turned into crimson clouds of smoke.

Xuan Qing spat out a big mouthful of blood again, he was already unable to stand up, at this moment his whole body was covered with sword marks, his white monk robe was stained with blood, his face was so pale and bloodless.

The eldest lady walked over step by step, raised her foot and stepped on the wound on Xuan Qing's calf, blood was squeezed out, Xuan Qing grunted in pain.

"I thought how powerful is the person who can help that little bastard get to where he is today? I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable..." She sneered and turned to leave.

Behind him, the young master of the Wu family raised his hand, "An evil creature was found in Wu Qichong's yard, contaminated by such an ominous thing, I can't take it here. Come, set fire."

A group of people responded immediately, pouring the drinks they had prepared all around, then lighting torches and throwing them in.

In an instant, the bloody flames reflected the pear blossoms all over the ground, as well as the bloody man in the middle of the courtyard.

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The horse under Wu Qichong's crotch had already been run to death by him, and he frantically mobilized his internal energy for the last part of the journey, and finally came back within two hours.

The flames soaring into the sky in the yard made his eyes tear open, and he rushed in without hesitation.

His skin was aching from the burning heat around him, but his eyes were only on the people lying in the middle of the yard.

Xuan Qing, who had almost become a man of blood, made his heart feel as if it had been tightly bound by an iron fist, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.For a moment, his eye sockets were bloodshot, and the anger surging into his brain made him feel dazed, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness.

The body can only follow the conditioned reflex and stagger and run over to help the person up.

His lips trembled for a while before he could speak, "...Brother Shengfo..."

"You're back..." The person in his arms tried to open his eyes, and a weak voice sounded.His black eyes were as gentle as ever, but covered with a layer of death.

Xuan Qing held his last breath, probably just to see him.He still kept his promise, and he promised to wait for him to come back.

Just thinking about it like this makes Wu Qichong almost unable to breathe in pain.

He took several deep breaths, and said incoherently, "I'm back, I'm back... Hold on, I'll cure you right away..."

He pressed Xuan Qing's back with one hand to channel his internal energy, and when he grasped Xuan Qing's pulse with the other hand, he was almost sobbing—this pulse was almost so weak that it seemed to disappear in an instant.

Xuan Qing spoke with great effort, "It's useless, don't waste your internal energy anymore, it's just that the fate here is over, I should go back..."

The inner force flowed into the sea like mud and there was no response. Wu Qichong's eyes were red and his hands were shaking, increasing the output of internal force, "No, no...don't go..."

Xuan Qing shook his head, and he said with difficulty, "Xiaoqi... I know you are too thoughtful, and I am really worried that you will be haunted by demons in the future and damage your own merits...cough cough...you have to promise me, don't be obsessed with outside things. Like...remember the Buddha's original heart, only then can there be no demons..."

For such a passage, Xuanqing spoke almost intermittently, only the eyes that looked at him contained concern and compassion just like the first time they saw him.

Wu Qichong's throat was so sweet that he couldn't suppress it, and his heart hurt like tearing.

"Are you worried about me? Afraid that I will be haunted by demons? Then you can supervise me yourself! You watch me well, as long as you watch me, I will do good deeds every day and plant good fruits!" He was almost exhausted in his panic. Roaring with all his strength, he didn't even care about the respectful name he always gave to Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing was in a trance, and raised his hand to pat him, but...

There is no chance.

His body, as if it had appeared in the golden light, began to dissipate...

"no, do not want……"

Wu Qichong was so painfully speechless as if his throat had been choked, he frantically waved his arms to grab those pieces, but in the end, it was all futile.

Xuan Qing's body slowly dissipated in a burst of golden light.

And Wu Qichong still maintained the posture of embracing Xuan Qing, his arms froze there empty.

He stared blankly at his empty palm, all the warm emotions faded in an instant, he only felt cold, as if a big hole had been opened in his heart, the cold wind poured in, and heart-piercing pain hit his brain.

A hot tear fell and dripped on the back of the slowly tightened hand.

After a long while, Wu Qichong stood up. His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was full of evil spirits. He walked towards the Da Furen's yard step by step with a knife in his hand.

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After dissipating, Xuan Qing's eyes darkened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Wu Qichong came at the last time, otherwise he would be lying in the yard in boredom and bleeding, and when the time came, he would never see the last face of anyone .

Judging by Wu Qichong's final reaction, his influence should be successful.Presumably when the time comes to return to reality, as long as he says a word, Wu Qichong should also be willing to open up good relationships and bear good fruits.