The hands deep in the mound were covered with blood and dirt, and there were several big swollen bumps on his bald head.

"Donor, the young monk really doesn't have the Yi Jin Jing." A murmuring voice came from the mound.

Wang Sheng had a strange look in his eyes. He was a monk. He temporarily let go of Nie Xiaoqian, picked up the dead middle-aged man's knife and dug open the mound of soil. A figure slowly appeared. His yellow monk's clothes were stained with dirt and blood.

"The young monk really doesn't have the Yi Jin Jing." He slowly raised his head as if he saw the light.

When he saw Wang Sheng, who also had a bald head, the monk was stunned and blinked in disbelief. Two lines of tears suddenly burst out of his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but was suddenly choked up and unable to speak.

Wang Sheng pushed aside the rest of the soil around him, and the monk's body was completely exposed. Seeing that the monk was still choking, he coughed dryly and said, "I dare to ask my senior brother where he is and what happened."

"Little monk, little monk, this little monk is not a senior brother." The monk tried hard to suppress his tears and wiped his face with both hands. "Little monk Zhengjue Temple Zhishan has met my senior brother. Thank you so much for your life-saving grace." He kept wiping his face as he spoke.

Tears on face.

Zhengjue Temple! Wang Sheng was stunned. He looked down at the monk. He was short in stature and had a childish voice. The monk's robes were a bit too big. Although his face was stained with tears, he could still see the greenness on it.

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"The Zhengjue Temple you are talking about is the Zhengjue Temple where the Fourth Patriarch Daoxin lives." Wang Sheng felt a little strange.

The monk was stunned. He looked up at Wang Sheng and said, "Senior brother knows about our Zhengjue Temple." Then he choked with sobs and said, "Senior brother is right. It is the Zhengjue Temple founded by Patriarch Daoxin."

It is really a coincidence that it is Zhengjue Temple founded by Master Daoxin.

Although he knew that this was Zhengjue Temple in another time and space and had nothing to do with the world of Journey to the West, Wang Sheng still felt a little strange.

"Senior, senior brother, where's the bad guy?" The monk thought of the man who tied him up and threatened him to hand over the Yi Jin Jing. Then, without waiting for an answer, he saw the middle-aged man who was cut in two on one side. He opened his mouth wide.

, stammered: "Senior, senior brother, did you kill him?" He suddenly flinched when he looked at Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng now saw that this was just a young monk who had no experience in the world. He shook his head and stood up, "No." After suppressing the strange feeling that the other party was also from the Zhengjue Temple, Wang Sheng calmed down and looked around.

Man, this area is still wild.

He frowned slightly, "Junior brother, are you alone? Why did that person want to arrest you before?"

The young monk had not yet recovered from the image of the cruel corpse, and he instinctively felt that it was the middle-aged man Wang Sheng killed, so he was still a little scared.

"Xiao, the young monk and his master and brothers were separated because of an attack. The young monk was caught by that person and wanted the Yi Jin Jing, but I, I don't have the Yi Jin Jing at all." As he spoke, the young monk tended to choke again.

As expected, he was alone, and in the middle of nowhere.

"Junior brother, I have a place to go alone."

The young monk said hesitantly: "Maybe Master and the others will come to look for the young monk. If senior brother is in a hurry, don't worry about the young monk. The young monk can be alone." The young monk was quite smart and understood what Wang Sheng meant.

Wang Sheng really didn't want to take the young monk on the road. He didn't have much time left. Even if he found the Black Mountain Old Demon in Shaolin, he still didn't know how to rescue the Sophora Tree Demon Grandma from him. Now he was just taking one step at a time.

But leaving this little monk alone in this wilderness, especially when there was no trace of the giant red pincer that killed the middle-aged man that he just saw, this place seemed very dangerous.

Moreover, his master and senior brother were also attacked, and they may not have survived.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the young monk and said, "There is an official road three hundred miles away. Wherever I can send you, your master and the others may be there too." After all, with the name Zhengjue Temple, it still feels different.

, it would be okay if I gave this little monk a ride along the way.

"Man, thank you, senior brother." The young monk didn't feel very grateful or excited. He unconsciously glanced at the body that had been cut into two pieces, and said with a little fear: "But master, if they can't find the young monk when they come back, they will be anxious.

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It seems that because of the corpse, he became wary of Wang Sheng, a Buddhist disciple.

Wang Sheng felt a little helpless.

At this moment, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Nie Xiaoqian staring at the young monk with a strange look on her face. She seemed to have noticed something different. Seeing his attention, Nie Xiaoqian smiled at him without saying anything.

Wang Sheng frowned and used his consciousness to scan the young monk from top to bottom, but still couldn't see any problems.

"Do you really want to wait for your master here?" he asked.

The little monk nodded hesitantly.

Wang Sheng shook his head. He could not force the young monk to take away the young monk if others refused.

But at this moment, the little monk suddenly shook his head vigorously, blinking his eyes as if he was about to fall asleep, and then his feet softened and he fell directly to the ground.

Wang Sheng stretched out his hand to support him and found that the young monk's face was pale, his eyes were closed and he had passed out.

"He was frightened. Now that he has relaxed his body slightly, the fatigue makes him unable to resist." Nie Xiaoqian said softly.

Wang Sheng didn't reply. He helped the young monk up. Now it seemed that he had to take the young monk with him.

He turned around and glanced at Nie Xiaoqian. Nie Xiaoqian sighed slightly and walked forward consciously.

Holding the little monk in his arms and holding Nie Xiaoqian in the other hand, he disappeared from the spot with his divine foot power.

It was obviously very difficult for him to carry the two of them. It would take more energy to maintain the original speed of running Shenzu Tong, but in order to save time, he still had no intention of reducing the speed.

At the same time, he kept scanning the little monk's body with his spiritual consciousness. He did not forget Nie Xiaoqian's weird expression before, but after several scans, he really couldn't see anything wrong with the little monk.

Could it be that he was overthinking it? Not only did he bring the young monk with him because he was a disciple of Zhengjue Temple, he also wanted to see what secrets the young monk had.

He looked at Nie Xiaoqian and found that Nie Xiaoqian seemed used to being carried by him like this, with her eyes closed and her face calm.

After several hours passed, Wang Sheng suddenly stopped. A pergola appeared not far ahead. Several horses were parked beside the pergola, and several figures were drinking tea under the pergola.

Wang Sheng squinted his eyes, it seemed that the official road was coming soon, there were more pedestrians, and this place no longer belonged to the wilderness.

"How about we stop and rest for a while, just in time to get some news." Nie Xiaoqian opened her eyes and said suddenly.

Before he could answer, a high-pitched voice came from the pergola in the distance.

"I dare to ask where the master is, why not take a rest here."

Wang Sheng looked with his consciousness and saw that the person speaking was a young man in brocade clothes, holding a folding fan in his hand. At this moment, he stood up and raised his hands towards him from a distance.
Chapter completed!