Tianlong Eight Sequel (II) Dying Trust
That night, the old monk spent two more hours to deliver internal strength and true qi to Qiao Feng, and after finishing, he let Ah Zi serve Qiao Feng and lie on the bed. When Ah Zi moved his brother-in-law, he felt that his brother-in-law's body was still as cold as ever, and his heart was full of compassion, knowing that under the full rescue of this god-like old monk, the brother-in-law did not change at all, and it was difficult to escape the fate of Huangquan. Try the inner breath, although the hidden is still there, it is not much different from before. However, Ben did not have the idea of surviving, nor was he too sad, and he thought that after the old monk gave up the rescue, he would find a place with green grass and trees and soft soil here, dig a pit, and hold his brother-in-law's body and lie in it, and it would be a hundred.
The old monk gave Qiao Feng the exercises twice a day, for two hours each time. The broken arrow was always inserted in the chest, and he did not dare to pull it out. As the old monk spoke, his voice grew older and more tired, as if he had aged a lot every day. Ah Zi couldn't bear it, and persuaded the old monk several times to give up the rescue, the brother-in-law's life could not be saved, but would be in vain to take the master's life, but the old monk turned a deaf ear, as if he had an iron heart to save Qiao Feng, looking at the situation, even if the lamp ran out of oil, he would not hesitate. Ah Zi couldn't help but smile bitterly: the brother-in-law is indeed an unparalleled hero in the world, who has already returned to the west, and this old and young two fools are delusional and delusional to change their lives against the sky, and are willing to give up their lives to go with him.
The old monk seemed to be very familiar with this place, and went out briefly every day for a while, looking for some mountain fruits to come back, so that Ah Zi could wash it, and Quan was the stomach of the two of them. He also handed Ah Zi a dozen pills and asked Ah Zi to feed Qiao Feng one every day. Ah Zi held it in his hand, and suddenly felt that the taste of the pill was quite familiar in his nose, and when he thought about it carefully, when he was injured by his brother-in-law's palm force, the ginseng and bear bile of Changbai Mountain did not know how much they ate, which was the taste. Knowing that these pills are precious and abnormal. He prepared the water, chewed it himself, used his tongue against his brother-in-law's teeth, and sent it in little by little. I remembered the scene when my brother-in-law took care of himself, and I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Unconsciously, more than ten days had passed, but Qiao Feng had not changed, his face was like white paper, and there was no trace of blood. That wisp of inner breath hung there, neither broken nor increased. The old monk grew weaker and more worried. To Ah Zi Dao, the poor monk had exhausted the lamp and exhausted his true qi. In another three days, if it could not stimulate the circulation of qi in Qiao Feng's body, the old monk would regret the death. As soon as he died, Qiao Feng's slightest hint of internal breath was broken, and then they both returned to the west. Explain that Ah Zi will use firewood to cremate himself at that time, which is the rule of the Buddhist disciples after they have passed away.
Ah Zi is not sad, this result has been thought about countless times in his heart, and when he takes care of the old monk's body, he will accompany his brother-in-law back to the west.
On the third day, the heavens and the earth were silent, and everything was silent. The old monk was finished, gasping for breath, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ground. Ah Zixin did not know well, and rushed to help the master to sit down on the collapsed edge, and inadvertently knocked over the collapsed loom, and something fell on it, and the "ding-ding" sounded non-stop. It was a worn-out baby hat with two small bells tied to it.
At this moment, Ah Zi suddenly felt Qiao Feng's body on the bed move slightly. Ah Zi couldn't believe how she felt, but what kind of person was that old monk? Although he has run out of oil, he has been practicing authentic Zen for decades. He hurriedly motioned for Ah Zi to set up his body, transport the internal force of his whole body to his right arm, and extended his palm to shoot at the "Hundred Meetings Cave" in the middle of Qiao Feng's brain gate.
That "Hundred Clubs Cave" is the most important place for the human body, even if it is usually unintentional, it may lead to injury. Ah Zi is also a martial arts practitioner, her eyes are gone, but her hearing is more sensitive, of course, she understands. However, in order to rescue Qiao Feng, the old monk took his own life, and he had complete trust in the old monk, and he was just listening to the situation at the moment.
The old monk slapped it, and the broken arrow in Qiao Feng's chest "whizzed" straight out and inserted it into the door frame. At the same time, Qiao Feng roared like a lion in his throat, and he opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood. The old monk slapped the ground again and "pounced" again.
The situation suddenly changed, Ah Zi's brain was empty, he couldn't think of anything, he rushed to Qiao Feng's side, sorrow came from it, and at this time he was only willing to cry bitterly.
Qiao Feng opened his eyes and leaned back on the bed. He was born a god of war-like figure, and once he regained consciousness, his eyes were immediately filled with excitement, but Ah Zi couldn't see it now.
Qiao Feng's body wanted to move, but after being hit hard, he lay on the bed for too long, and his hands and feet still did not listen to the call. Ah Zi stopped her tears, fixed her mind, and apologetically went to the bed to prostrate the old monk who was on the ground.
The old monk had been lying on the ground just now, so Qiao Feng hadn't seen him. When Ah Zi lifted the old monk up, Qiao Feng's face suddenly changed drastically, and he whispered, "Divine Monk..." He struggled to get up and salute.
The old monk's hand swung slightly, and he said reluctantly, "Lord Xiao Shi is exempt from the gift, you and I will not be able to talk to Lord Xiao Shi for many days, and today we must talk to Lord Xiao Shi." ”
The old monk paused and said, "Lord Xiao Shi, you have just woken up, and it is not appropriate to open your mouth at this time." You need to condition your breath and run it in your body for a week. Let's talk about that. However, the old monk's life is not long, and he can't wait too long, there are indeed big things to entrust Xiao Shi to the lord..."
Qiao Feng nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and ran the true qi in his body for a week, suddenly his mind was clear, and his limbs were full of strength. He thought about the monk, hurriedly opened his eyes, and fell to his knees: "Xiao Mou has entered the ghost door and walked away, it must be the monk who rescued him, so he was able to return to the Yang world." ”
The old monk nodded slightly, "Lao Gong's slight end of the Tao's deeds at this point, Ben could not save Xiao Shi Lord, but Xiao Shi's main personality is different from ordinary people, the tiger body is mighty, plus Lao Gong's few points of easy tendons through internal strength, only then can Xiao Shi Lord turn back to Yang." Your divine power is innate, and it is no wonder that the old man suffered a lot of xiao shi in the Scripture Cabinet..."
It turned out that this old monk was the sweeping monk of the Shaolin Temple, who had slapped Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo twice, two worldly masters, and then rescued them, resolved the grievances between the two families, and cured Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo of their stubborn diseases for many years. He had grace for Qiao Feng, and Qiao Feng had always respected heaven and earth.
Qiao Feng even paused, and the tiger's eyes burst into tears: "Xiao Feng is a foolish and reckless puppet, and he is even more of a foreign race in fan state, why should the god and monk sacrifice their lives to save each other?" What is Xiao Feng's retribution? ”
The sweeping monk smiled and bowed his head, "Lord Xiao Shi, my Buddhist Path to save people is compassionate, but this time Lao Gu really has something to ask you for." ”
Xiao Feng burst into tears, "Divine monk, please command, Xiao Feng has no end to his heart." ”
When the sweeping monk saw Qiao Feng's answer, he was immediately relieved in his heart, his face was joyful, and his spirit was refreshed. Qiao Feng was such a person, he knew that the sweeping monk had run out of lights, and now it was just a return to the light. Kowtowing again: "The divine monk only has to make it clear, and Xiao Feng will do his best to bear it." ”
The sweeping monk said, "Since the Shaolin Sect's abbot Xuanci passed away, it has been in turmoil, and now it is even more dangerous." The opponent was too strong, and he acted cautiously and carefully, and he killed the killer step by step, but he killed seven senior monks of my Xuanzi generation in a row, leaving no trace. Now everyone on the mountain is in danger, and the dragons are leaderless. ”
The sweeping monk paused and said, "At present, if there is no person with unique martial arts and far-reaching thinking to preside over it, the foundation of the Shaolin Temple for seven hundred years will be destroyed." Lao Gu thought about it for a long time, this person could only be Xiao Benefactor. Therefore, I have come to ask Lord Xiao to save my Shaolin Sect, who knows that Lord Xiao has suffered such a catastrophe. Fortunately, I was blessed with the compassion of the Buddha, who helped me save the life of Lord Xiao Shi, and shanzai, shanzai, also left a glimmer of life for the Shaolin sect. ”