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Chapter 438: Wushuang’s secret! (1)
The three people rushed out of the temple covered in dust and smoke. The iconic Buddha of Tiangang Temple also fell down and hit the ground heavily, breaking into several pieces.
"cough!"
Si Wuxie coughed violently several times, and finally couldn't hold it in any longer, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling to the ground.
"Wuxie!" Xiao Yao worriedly supported his body and hurriedly took out a pill from his waist and stuffed it into his mouth, "Quick, swallow it!"
At this time, all the monks and practitioners in the temple had heard the commotion and gathered towards the back hall from all directions.
"Donor Xiao, this...what on earth is going on?!"
Liao Yuan hurriedly ran to Xiao Yao and the others, his face full of shock.
"Tiangang Temple is finally quiet!" Xiao Yao replied calmly, then lowered his face, carefully wiped the blood on Si Wuxie's lips, and shouted to the monks, "What are you still doing?
Please help me carry him into the meditation room!"
After being yelled at by her, everyone finally reacted and carried Si Wuxie up to his room with all their hands.
The whole night, Xiao Yao sat beside Si Wuxie's bed, holding his hand tightly.
Si Wuxie's condition is not good. Although Xiao Yao used Erzhonglou's hands to help him deal with his external injuries last time, his internal injuries have not healed yet. It's just that he didn't want Xiao Yao to worry so he didn't show it.
Quan Zhong powerfully defeated the enemy, and just now he helped her block Wu Wen's full blow. New and old injuries were involved in one place, and his body had reached the edge of being able to withstand it.
"Donor Xiao!" Liao Yuan hesitated several times and finally couldn't help but said softly, "Do you... want to rest for a while?!"
Xiao Yao turned around and glanced at the morning light coming in from the window, "Master, please help me prepare a sled. I want to take him back to the academy!"
Although Xiao Yao had given him the wound medicine in time, Xiao Yao was not sure whether it would be effective. The best way now was to take him back to Qianqiu College to find Mr. Qiu.
Liao Yuan glanced at Si Wuxie's pale face on the pillow, glanced at Xiao Yao's hand tightly holding his, nodded, and walked out of the meditation room, "I'll send someone to prepare right away!"
"Wu Xie!" Xiao Yao stood up and brushed aside the stray strands of hair on Si Wu Xie's forehead, "Hold on, I will take you back to the academy right away. Mr. Qiu will definitely have a way to save you!"
Not long after, Master Lioyuan returned to the meditation room and informed Xiao Yao that the sled was ready. Several young monks lifted up the stretcher. Xiao Yao carefully carried Si Wuxie onto the stretcher with several others, and then took the place of Si Wuxie.
He covered himself with a thin quilt.
Just as he walked out of the Zen room, he saw Yasheng running hurriedly from a distance and blocking Xiao Yao's path, "You guys want to leave?!"
"Wuxie is seriously injured, I must take him back to the academy as soon as possible!" Xiao Yao looked at his face gently, "I apologize to Yasheng, I can't stay to help you deal with Master Wuwei's funeral!"
Walking around his side, Xiao Yao raised his hand to support Si Wuxie on the stretcher, "Let's go!"
Several people walked hurriedly to the outside of the temple. Yasheng looked at her back, feeling full of reluctance in his heart. He hurried forward and grabbed Xiao Yao's arm, "I will find you!"
Turning to him and smiling, Xiao Yao nodded solemnly, "Okay, I will wait for you in Chuyang City!"
Everyone raised the thoughts outside the temple, quickly went down the mountain, and placed the thoughts on the sled.
"The master, please return, I will explain to the dean here!" Noticed that the purple hair on the mountain fluttered in the wind, Xiao Yao frowned slightly, "The cliffs are simple, and the master will take care of it!"