The righteous disciple seemed to know Ye Xiaochuan. His childish face was full of determination. He grabbed Ye Xiaochuan's arm with both hands and said: "Young Master Ye, leave quickly. I can't survive. Leave quickly!"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Don't move. Your injury is not fatal. You will be fine after you go back and recuperate in half a month."
The Demon Cult disciples looked at each other, and suddenly no one had the intention to take action. Now Ye Xiaochuan was squatting on the ground, completely defenseless. The Demon Cult disciple closest to him was standing less than a foot behind Ye Xiaochuan. He
He raised the ghost head sword in his hand high and tried to cut it off several times, but the ghost head sword never fell.
All the demon sect disciples could only watch helplessly as Ye Xiaochuan applied ointment to the injured disciple.
In their teachings, people are single individuals, and everyone exists independently, without distinction between high and low. Saving lives and healing the wounded is the eternal theme of this era. In a battle between two armies, those on both sides will never be killed.
Military doctors use their hands to save other people's lives and are a respected group of people.
These demon sect disciples looked at Ye Xiaochuan's righteousness, and came down to treat an injured righteous disciple regardless of life and death, which really moved them a little.
Ye Xiaochuan helped the disciple up, glanced at the disciples of the Demon Cult who were looking at each other in confusion, and said: "What are you looking at? You saved your people, and I saved my people. In all the battles between good and evil, our righteous way has never stopped you from the Demon Cult's treatment."
My injured disciple?"
Suddenly, an older disciple of the Demon Cult came out of the crowd, slightly cupped his fists at Ye Xiaochuan, and said: "Young Master Ye is really brave and admirable."
Ye Xiaochuan held the disciple on his shoulders, looked at the demon sect disciple in front of him, and said, "Do you know me?"
The demon sect disciple said: "Ten years ago, I had the honor to go to Duantian Cliff to watch the battle, and I saw Ye Shaoxia display his power. What Ye Xiaochuan said just now is unreasonable. The two venerable Holy Mother Demon God did not teach us to take advantage of others.
It's a danger, no matter what, please let me know and don't interfere with Ye Shaoxia's efforts to save people."
The demon sect disciples around them nodded and dispersed around like a tide.
Ye Xiaochuan saw that the two guys Jie Se and Liu Jie were afraid to come down in mid-air, so he waved to them.
After seeing this, the two finally decided.
Ye Xiaochuan handed the injured righteous disciple to Liujie and said, "Send him to the wounded barracks to rest. Jiese, you follow me."
The two great monks didn't say anything, but their eyes were a little red. Liu Jie carried the injured disciple on his back and flew away. As expected, none of the demon sect disciples placed magic weapons below to attack him.
There were many righteous disciples on the ground, but almost all of them were dead bodies. After searching for a long time, Ye Xiaochuan found another righteous disciple with blood foaming from his mouth. It turned out to be a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who fell into a house.
In the middle, it was not discovered by the disciples of the Demon Cult, otherwise it would have been chopped into several pieces.
This girl was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell which sect she belonged to, but she was definitely a disciple of the right path.
He lifted the girl up, feeling a little sad in his heart. He wanted to save the girl, and the girl's eyes were full of longing for life, but Ye Xiaochuan found that her internal organs were seriously injured, and blood kept coming from her mouth and nose.
He couldn't say a word, and there was no way he could be saved.
The girl died in his arms, her eyes wide open, as if she was still nostalgic for this world. Ye Xiaochuan stretched out his hand to close the girl's eyes, and Jiese next to him also clasped his hands together and proclaimed Amitabha.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't stay by the girl's side for long. He held the girl's hand and sent her on her last journey, then continued to search for the living righteous disciples with Jiese.
Soon, a righteous disciple who had his arm cut off but was unconscious was found. Ye Xiaochuan quickly asked Jiese to send him out.
Just as Jiese was about to fly into the air, Ye Xiaochuan found another injured righteous disciple, so Jiese held one in one hand.
Just as he flew away, Liujie returned, and a moment later, he also flew away with an injured righteous disciple in his hand.
Ye Xiaochuan was searching hard when he suddenly bumped into several demon sect disciples who were also looking for survivors of the demon sect. Just as a few demon sect disciples were about to draw their swords, they saw clearly that Ye Xiaochuan's body was stained red with blood.
After four words, these demon sect disciples said nothing, put away their magic weapons, and continued searching in another direction.
More and more righteous disciples were found, and Jie Se and Liu Jie could not transport them all, and the two busy people barely had time to breathe.
The abnormality here attracted the attention of the righteous bosses. Zheng Huan was in the sky, and from time to time he saw a golden light passing through the ground and southeast of the Demon Sect Temple, so Qiankunzi asked: "What's going on?"
Immediately, Xuantian Sect disciples stepped forward to intercept a golden light that flew up from below. They saw Monk Jingse carrying two on his shoulders and two more in his hands. One person was carrying four injured disciples of the right path with their heads covered.
Sweating profusely, he flew away from the battlefield.
After a while, the Xuantian Sect disciple came back, and Jiese was brought over with four people on his shoulders.
Master Kong Yuan looked at Jie Se and said: "Jie Se, what are you..."
Facing these big guys, Jie Se put away his cynicism and said respectfully: "There are too many injured righteous sect members. Cangyun Sect Ye Xiaochuan, the benefactor of Ye Xiaochuan, is looking for him below, but Senior Brother Liujie and I are not busy at all.
But don’t come.”
Qiankunzi frowned and said, "How is this possible? There are many demon sect disciples underground, how could Ye Xiaochuan not be attacked?"
Because there were four injured disciples hanging on his body, Jie Se couldn't move his hands. He just puffed up his chest and said: "Donor Ye said that as long as we write the words "saving lives and healing the wounded" on our robes, the demon sect disciples will not attack us.
Neither Senior Brother Liujie nor I believed it, but in the end, the Demon Cult disciples really didn’t attack."
As soon as these words came out, Qiankunzi's expression changed instantly, but Yu Jizi's expression was a little playful.
Before Qiankunzi could speak, Yujizi said to Taoist Yunhe, the great elder behind him: "Immediately transfer three hundred disciples from Cangyun Sect, and write on their robes to save the dying and heal the wounded. Not only must we rescue the injured righteous fellow disciples, but also
The body must also be brought out."
Taoist Yunhe nodded immediately and flew out in an instant.
Qiankunzi was furious. This Yu Jizi was trying to win people's hearts. Just as he was about to order the disciples of Xuantian Sect to take over, Yu Jizi immediately took the lead. What was he trying to do?
At this moment, Yu Jizi thinks a little more about Ye Xiaochuan. What is this kid thinking about all day long? Get a torn sheet and write a few words on it. The demon sect disciples will not attack.
Knowing that there was such a good thing, he had already sent people to do it. In a whole day, at least three to five hundred righteous disciples could be saved.