Chapter 67 Meeting the Demon Monk Again, His Condition Worsened
Every time the fever relapses, you will return to your original world.
The result was so good that he actually relapsed at this time!
But now the arrow is on the string and it has to be fired! If Zhang Ming is allowed to go back, Master Qiu will die in vain and the whole matter of the plague will be lost!
"No! I have to hold back!"
After preparing everything, Jiang Wuji gritted his teeth and hid the small fish on the rock wall.
…
The golden sun is rising slowly, the light is shining brightly, and the sky is dawning.
Cao Li held a seven-ring sword and stood in front of a pile of rubble, looking ahead with a stern expression.
The rocks behind him were made by him and Jiang Wuji by chopping the rock wall in order to block the canyon.
Now, we just need to wait for Zhang Ming and others to come over.
As time passed, a line of yellow dust slowly approached the entrance of the canyon, and soon the chaotic sound of horse hoof wheels sounded in the canyon.
As Li Changfeng expected, Zhang Ming really came!
"Cao Li? Why are you here?"
The leader, Cai Wu, pulled the reins and asked with a frown.
Cao Li slowly raised his head, and a deep voice echoed throughout the canyon.
"Zhang Ming, old dog! Come out and die!!!"
"Be bold!"
Cai Wu scolded: "Cao Li, are you crazy! Do you dare to intercept and kill Mr. Zhang?!"
Cao Li sneered, slowly raised his seven-ring sword, pointed at the carriage at the front, and said, "Why don't you dare!"
"Zhang Ming is an old dog who is greedy for life and afraid of death. He abandoned Leping's 300,000 people and even framed Master Qiu as a thief!"
"If you don't kill this animal, what's the use of keeping it?"
At this time, Zhang Ming's voice came from the carriage, "This man has turned against you. Let's kill him."
Cai Wu jumped off his horse and drew the saber from his waist. At the same time, a thin man holding a hook and sickle gun stepped forward.
As Cao Li expected, there were indeed two warriors in Zhang Ming's group!
"Cao Li, your choice is wrong." Cai Wu said.
Cao Li shouted in a deep voice: "Whether it's right or wrong, Zhang Ming, the old dog, must die today!"
"You are also a ninth-level martial artist. You should also know that Wei Yi and I are also ninth-level warriors. I'm afraid it won't work for you alone." Cai Wu looked at the rock walls on both sides warily and said.
Cao Li didn't say anything more and swallowed the pill given by Jiang Wuji in one gulp, and bloodshot eyes began to crawl in the whites of his eyes.
"This is……"
Feeling Cao Li's rapidly rising vitality, which was infinitely close to the eighth level, Cai Wu no longer considered whether there was an ambush or not, and immediately shouted: "Protect your lord! Take action!"
"Bang! Bang!"
The rubble exploded under their feet. Cai Wu and Wei Yi rushed towards Cao Li with swords and guns!
The rest of the people surrounded the carriage to prevent anyone from attacking Zhang Ming.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
The sound of the collision of fine iron sounded one after another. There was nothing weird or fancy about the battle between the three warriors, it was all based on physical skills and brute force.
Cao Li, whose blood was soaring, was still able to handle the attack between the two men. The iron ring of the seven-ring sword rattled, and as he slashed hard at Cai Wu's sword, the latter was shaken by its terrifying force.
He kept retreating, and the tiger's mouth was dripping with blood!
"I will only kill Zhang Ming today. If you don't want to be buried with him, get out of here!"
Amidst the roar, Cao Li turned sideways to avoid the shot that hit his heart. The seven-ringed knife rubbed against the gun barrel and produced sparks. With a swish, Wei Yi's finger was cut off directly!
The strength gap between the two sides is too big. Low-level warriors cannot use Qi Yuan, and naturally they cannot come up with any unexpected tricks.
"Cao Li! Killing an official of the imperial court is a capital crime!" Cai Wu, who knew he was defeated, no longer stepped forward, but shouted loudly.
"capital offense?"
"Then let me ask you, what crime did Mr. Qiu commit?"
Cao Li shook his right arm, shook off the remaining blood on the seven-ring knife, and then walked step by step towards the carriage.
At this time, Wei Yi, who had lost his finger, shouted with a livid face: "Cai Wu, what are you waiting for!!!"
Upon hearing this, Cao Li suddenly stopped.
Cai Wu looked at Cao Li, shook his head and sighed, "Cao Li, be a fool in your next life..."
Then, Cai Wu looked back at the second carriage and shouted loudly: "Master, please take action!"
"Is there anyone else?!" Cao Li's pupils shrank sharply, and then a low voice of chanting came from the carriage.
"There is no self, no one, no living beings, no life. Why, when I was dismembering each other in the past, if I had the self, human, living beings, life..."
An old monk wearing cassocks and with fat earlobes hanging on his shoulders walked out of the carriage unhurriedly.
Jiang Wuji, who was hiding on the rock wall and enduring the fever, was also looking at the old monk.
Why does this old monk's cassock look so familiar?
The old monk came slowly, performed a Buddhist salute to Cao Li, and said with an embarrassing smile on his face: "Buddha Vaishya... let me resolve the resentment in the donor's heart."
"!!!"
Jiang Wuji, Jiang Zhiyu, and Cao Li were shocked at the same time!
Vaisambhava! It’s the monk from the ruined temple! What’s his relationship with Wuyuan?!
Cao Li's face darkened and he said fiercely: "Who do I think you are? It turns out to be a monster monk!"
The old monk shook his head, and after saying another word to the Buddha, he suddenly turned into an afterimage and grabbed Cao Li's neck with his bare hands!
Cao Li turned his wrist and slashed the seven-ring knife upward from his chest, trying to force the old monk's hand away.
However, what is surprising is that when faced with the sharp seven-ring knife, the old monk had no intention of shrinking his hand and directly grabbed Cao Li's neck!
"No!" Jiang Wuji also didn't expect that the old monk would ignore Cao Li's attack, drew out his copper coin sword and wanted to rush out!
And this time.
"The heaven and the earth are made of copper, and they are made into many orifices and roar into the wind. The sound resounds through the three thousand realms, awakening the dream of the world!" As the old monk's voice fell, the seven-ring knife also slashed hard on his arm!
"Boom!——"
The bloody scene as imagined did not appear, but was replaced by a low and long sound of a Sanskrit bell!
The moment Jiang Wuji heard the bell, it felt as if someone was twisting his ears with a knife, the pain was excruciating!
On the other hand, Cao Li, Cai Wu and others were even more pale-faced and vomiting blood!
Cao Li, in severe pain, began to swing his knife randomly. However, every time his knife fell on the old monk, it was as if he had struck a bell!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The bells rang one after another, and coupled with the terrain of the canyon, the echoes continued!
The ground trembled continuously, rocks rolled down, the three ninth-level warriors were shocked to the point of bleeding, and the accompanying soldiers were shocked to pieces. Even the horses were not spared! Under the sound of the bell, everyone was stunned.
!
Jiang Wuji and Xiaoyu are protected by Qiyuan, and their lives are not in danger yet.
But if this continues, Cao Li will die! Even Zhang Ming will probably die in the carriage!
This is... murder and silence?!
Cao Li stopped swinging his sword, and as the bell fell completely, the old monk threw Cao Li aside like a dead dog.
"Buddha Vaishambhava is so good, so good."
"Knock the bell and practice to break away the worries of greed, anger and ignorance."
"When a person is about to die, listening to the sound of the bell, if it is painful, can remove the fear of the afterlife, if it is good, it can be conducive to the good destination of the afterlife."
"Dear donors, please let me see you on your last journey."
As he finished speaking, the corners of the old monk's mouth began to tear apart bit by bit, and at the same time, Buddhist swastikas (swastikas) appeared on his face and body, shining with a faint golden light.
Jiang Wuji, who already knew the strangeness of this monk, put away his copper coin sword, took out the red hijab, and rushed towards the monk with lightning speed!
But at this moment, a gap suddenly opened in the back of the bald head, and then a bulging eye came out of it!
The sudden scene makes people feel nervous!
The old monk did not look back, but clapped his hands together and clapped hard!
"Boom!"
A duller bell rang out. Under this invisible bell, Jiang Wuji was like a kite with a broken string, flying upside down and hitting the rock wall heavily!
"This benefactor seems to be involved in some karma. I wonder if the benefactor has ever met Lao Na's disciple, Wuyuan?"
The old monk did not turn around, but walked slowly towards Jiang Wuji with his back on his back.
Just when Jiang Wuji was thinking about how to deal with this thing next, the fever worsened at this moment!
After a period of intense dizziness, Jiang Wuji found himself lying on a hospital bed.
"You're awake." A strange doctor beside the bed looked at Jiang Che with an official smile on his face.
Jiang Wuji frowned and asked, "Who are you? Where is my aunt?"
"I am Qin Wenguang, Dr. Zhang's assistant. You can just call me Lao Qin." Qin Wenguang said.
"Su Xiaorui is your aunt, right? She has gone home to get her things, but your situation is more serious this time and she can't be your escort. However, she will rent a house near the hospital and come to see you as soon as she can arrange it.
"
"Serious? Is my situation very serious this time?" Jiang Wuji asked.
"Have you forgotten? What you and Lao Zhang did in the activity room bathroom." Qin Wenguang took out a voice recorder and started recording.
Jiang Wuji glanced at the flashing red pen cap and knew that no matter how he explained it, they would never believe it, so he changed his words and asked, "How is he?"
"He survived, but he needed a large area of skin grafting. Can you tell me why you set him on fire?" Qin Wenguang asked directly.
Jiang Wuji knew that no matter how he answered this question, he would be wrong.
If they deny it, they will only say that they are seriously ill.
If he admits it, he will really become Lao Zhang's accomplice, an out-and-out psychopath.
At this moment, Jiang Wuji suddenly thought that he was still dealing with a strange monk with an eye in his back on the other side, so he quickly said: "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep for a while."
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Qin Wenguang's response was a bit unexpected.
After Qin Wenguang left, Jiang Wuji immediately sat up from the bed and started looking for something, and finally found the red hijab under his pillow.
Without any hesitation, Jiang Wuji directly put the red hijab on his head!
"Take me back quickly! Hurry! Hurry!!!"
The red hijab began to tighten, and a familiar feeling of suffocation enveloped her.
However, what Jiang Wuji didn't know was.
At this moment, Zhang Qiliang and Qin Wenguang were watching him in front of the surveillance camera...
"I think the problem may still be with his aunt."
"Well, he often wears these red underwear over his head. Do you think you should tell him about it and try it?"
"You can try it, but I think it's more appropriate to let Su Xiaorui do it."
"Yeah, but I have to think about it more carefully. I'll talk to Su Xiaorui later."
