Help Arrives

Li Muchan's clothes were bulging as if they were flying in the strong wind, and the hat on his head flew up, revealing his shiny head and his identity as a monk.

The eight middle-aged people were startled and looked at each other, curious about Li Muchan's identity.

"From Landuo Temple?" The handsome middle-aged man's smile froze and he frowned.

The other seven people looked at Li Muchan with serious expressions on their faces.

They understood that if it really belonged to Landa Temple, they would be in big trouble. Although Landa Temple is a Buddhist temple and is compassionate, it has always been merciless in conquering demons.

Their martial arts skills were advanced enough to rank among the first-class masters, but when facing the Landa Temple, they still felt guilty and apprehensive, their faces became ugly, and they all looked at the handsome middle-aged man.

The handsome middle-aged man took a breath, his face returned to calmness, and he smiled and said: "Nothing in the world can be such a coincidence. I really belong to Landa Temple. I have already reported my family name. Why do I have to hide my identity?...Brothers

, don’t worry, nine times out of ten, he is not from Landa Temple!”

He turned around, clasped his fists, and raised his voice: "You two girls, I wonder where this young master comes from. Could he be a senior monk from Landa Temple?"

Li Yujiao glanced at them lightly and turned her head.

Wang Shuangfeng was once told by Li Muchan not to reveal her identity, so she shook her head and said, "No!"

Everyone let out a collective sigh. One person's voice was small, but when put together, they happened to speak at the same time and suddenly became louder. They suddenly felt embarrassed.

Li Yujiao glanced at them and smiled faintly. They were annoyed. They saw her ridicule, but they had scruples and turned their heads as if they hadn't seen it.

"Really?" the handsome middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Wang Shuangfeng said calmly: "Don't worry, my uncle is not from Landuo Temple!"

The handsome middle-aged man smiled and said: "This should be true. We have never heard of any connection between Landa Temple and the Penglai Wang family!"

Wang Shuangfeng said calmly: "We can't reach that high!"

"So, the girl is from the Penglai Wang family -" the handsome middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

Wang Shuangfeng chuckled, turned her head and ignored him.

The handsome middle-aged man stroked his beard and smiled, not caring. He rolled his handsome eyes and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a force pressing down on him. His legs were weak and he was about to kneel down.

He hurriedly worked on his legs to stop his weakness, and stood up straight. He turned around and saw that everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they all looked at Li Muchan.

In a ball of light, Li Muchan sat cross-legged, like the Buddha coming into the world, his body glowing with light, like a bright moon shining in the valley, and the surroundings became hazy.

Li Muchan was sitting in the light, and his face could not be seen clearly. He could only see a ball of light, which vaguely showed his figure, which was extremely strange.

The light became darker and darker, slowly and suddenly, it suddenly penetrated into the top of Li Muchan's head. He opened his eyes, and two golden lights shot out, like real substance. Everyone who came into contact with it would tremble in their hearts.

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He disappeared in a flash, and appeared in front of the handsome middle-aged man. He pushed out with a palm, and his palm touched the chest of the handsome middle-aged man, and he released his inner energy.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the handsome middle-aged man flew up, hit the east mountain wall hard, and slid down softly, motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

From the time Li Muchan disappeared to when the handsome middle-aged man flew out, it only took a blink of an eye. Before the seven people could react, the handsome middle-aged man had stopped moving.

Li Muchan's body was like a ghost, and he flashed behind another person. He released the force in his palm, and that person also flew out, hit the stone wall, made a muffled "bang", and slid softly to the ground without moving.

The other six people reacted and immediately formed a circle, back to back. A middle-aged man shouted: "Xiemen, leave him alone and take action to protect yourself!"

After hearing this, the five people immediately came to their senses and immediately drew their swords and waved them, forming a shield of light to protect themselves so that water could not get in, giving Li Muchan no chance to get close.

Li Muchan moved, and with a crisp sound of "ding...", a long sword flew into the night sky and disappeared. Li Muchan appeared in the circle behind the six people.

With a ruthless flick of his sleeve, the five of them staggered, and then with a few light palms, the five of them flew out, hit the stone wall one by one, and fell down softly.

Seeing him like this, the two women felt sad.

Li Yujiao hurriedly called: "Senior brother..."

Li Muchan turned his head and glanced, his eyes were cold. The two women were startled, and felt a chill in their hearts. The Li Muchan in front of them seemed to be a different person, without a trace of emotion.

Normally, Li Muchan was gentle and generous, with warm eyes, which they enjoyed very much, but now there was no warmth in his eyes, only indifference.

Li Muchan said calmly: "You go first!"

After saying that, his body swayed and disappeared into the narrow valley, turning back and walking back.

The two girls were stunned in place. After a while, they were woken up by the night wind. Wang Shuangfeng said hurriedly: "Sister Li, let's go and take a look. There is something wrong with our uncle!"

Li Yujiao bit her lower lip and nodded slightly: "He... I'm afraid..."

At this point, she could say no more, shook her head, and rushed towards the narrow valley to catch up with Li Muchan.

When they arrived at the middle of the narrow valley, the two women stagnated for a moment, then accelerated, and when they came to a group of black figures, they found three people lying motionless, dead.

The two women recognized that this was none other than Luochuan Sanqi. Apparently, they were chasing him, but they did not expect that they died here. He must have been killed by Li Muchan.

They turned around and looked around, their hearts sinking. Logically speaking, he had killed Luochuan Sanqi and should have come to find them, but now there was no trace of him.

"Sister Li, could there be someone else? Did Uncle Master kill those people?!" Wang Shuangfeng asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's very possible!" Li Yujiao nodded quickly, thought about it, and asked, "Then which way should we go?"

Wang Shuangfeng frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Go forward!...Uncle Master must have rushed to the front!"

The two of them walked forward quickly, their hearts racing. They wondered where Li Muchan had gone. They were worried that his body could not hold back the Daming King Sutra.

The two of them didn't know what the consequences would be, but after thinking about it, they didn't dare to think about it any further, so they could only rush forward desperately in the hope of meeting Li Muchan.

The two of them walked quickly for two hours, and when it was almost dawn, they had already arrived at the outskirts of Fancheng. The morning light was shining, the sky was blue, and it was almost dawn.

The two of them looked ugly, worried and anxious. They didn't see Li Muchan along the way. If he had been in front, he should have met him long ago, but he didn't.

Could it be that he was behind or fell somewhere?

The two of them were anxious, but they had no choice but to try their luck.

Outside Fancheng is a mountain, and the official road runs along the foot of the mountain from east to west. On the hillside are dense forests, including pine, poplar, locust and jujube trees, all kinds of dense and lush.

"Huh?" Li Yujiao suddenly paused and stopped. Wang Shuangfeng ran about ten feet away and realized that she was a little absent-minded. The scene when she was getting along with Li Muchan kept appearing in her mind.

When she noticed that Li Yujiao had stopped, she quickly turned around and asked, "What's the matter, Sister Li?"

Li Yujiao frowned and said, "It smells like blood, can you smell it?"

Wang Shuangfeng smelled it and shook her head.

Li Yujiao said: "Yes, it's there, let's go!"

She pointed her hand in the direction of the woods, spread out her body and hurried away, getting into the woods on the hillside. Wang Shuangfeng perked up and hurriedly followed.

When she entered the woods, Li Yujiao was extremely fast and her shadow had disappeared. She stopped and was about to raise her voice when she heard Li Yujiao's voice coming from above: "Here, come quickly!"

Wang Shuangfeng hurried over and shouted excitedly: "Is this uncle?"

"Well, he is here!" Li Yujiao said.

Wang Shuangfeng arrived in such a hurry that she almost hit a tree, but her clothes were not spared. They were torn in several places. She ignored them and reached Li Yujiao as quickly as possible.

The rich smell of blood hit her nostrils. Her stomach turned and she almost vomited. A quick glance saw a dense crowd of people lying on the ground, about a hundred of them. The ground was a little sticky, as if it had rained.

At this time, Li Yujiao was under a pine tree, hugging someone.

Wang Shuangfeng didn't care about anything else and hurriedly ran over. When she lowered her head, she saw that it was her uncle Li Muchan.

His face turned red, as if he was drunk, and he lay motionless in Li Yujiao's arms, his lips pursed tightly, and his expression was resolute and decisive.

Wang Shuangfeng burst into tears and hurriedly knelt down to explore Li Muchan's wrist.

As she probed Li Muchan's wrist, tears fell in clusters, falling into the grass like pearls and blending into the soil.

"He's still alive!" Li Yujiao whispered.

Wang Shuangfeng gently put down his wrist and wiped his eyes: "Sister Li, do you have any magic medicine?"

"Well, I've already given it to him, and he should be able to save his life!" Li Yujiao nodded and sighed: "However, his martial arts..."

She shook her head, her face filled with worry, and sighed deeply.

"As long as you can save your life, you can practice martial arts slowly." Wang Shuangfeng said.

Li Yujiao shook his head: "It's easy to say. For him, without martial arts, life may be worse than death!"

She put herself in her shoes and thought, if she couldn't practice martial arts and became a useless person, life would be boring and it would be better to die.

"Uncle Master is a monk, and his state of mind is higher than that of ordinary people. He will not be confused." Wang Shuangfeng said, stretched out his arms to pick up Li Muchan, and said: "Let's go to the city!"

Li Yujiao looked around: "Well, I guess there won't be any more interceptions in this area!"

She pointed to the ground: "It's really a river of blood, senior brother, he went on a killing spree!"

Wang Shuangfeng suddenly realized that no wonder the ground was muddy, but it was soaked in blood. Her stomach was churning, and she quickly suppressed it and said: "Let's leave quickly."

Li Yujiao let her hug Li Muchan and followed her while saying, "What should we do?"

Wang Shuangfeng asked: "When will Uncle Master wake up?"

"I'll probably wake up soon," Li Yujiao said.

Wang Shuangfeng said: "Then let Uncle Master make the decision."

Li Yujiao nodded, said no more, and silently arrived outside Fancheng. Then she used Qinggong to jump over the city wall, knocked on the door of an inn, and found a small courtyard to stay in.
To be continued...