The pain in my head is getting more and more intense, and I can even feel that my vision and hearing are slowly diminishing. Are I really going to die here today?
Seeing that Zhou Yang did not answer, the monk in red licked his dry lips, flicked his right hand and took out a sharp dagger, and slowly walked towards Zhou Yang.
"Since you don't want to, then I have no choice but to do it myself!" Cha Da came to Zhou Yang holding a red Zen staff in one hand and a dagger in the other.
At this time, Zhou Yang no longer had any power to resist. No matter how much he activated the Qi in his body, there was no response, as if all the acupuncture points on his body were not sealed.
Cha Da used the dagger to mark Zhou Yang's left chest, and said in an evil voice: "I know you are an ancient martial arts practitioner, but you are not qualified to fight me with your skills!"
Phew, the dagger hit Zhou Yang's chest, and blood flowed out along the edge of the dagger.
Zhou Yang's body shook violently, and he clearly felt the dagger inserted into his body, and it moved forward a little before it could stab into his heart.
"Now, I can't wait to see your strong heart!" Zha Da held the dagger in his hand and felt the slight frequency of the dagger beating with Zhou Yang's heart, and he became excited.
"Really?" At this moment, the man in front of him suddenly uttered a cold question, raised his head and looked at Cha Da.
Seeing Zhou Yang's pupils, Zha Da was shocked. Zhou Yang's pupils had turned completely golden at this time, and he was looking at him very strangely.
Cha Da didn't hesitate, raised his hand and was about to hit Zhou Yang's heart, but found that he couldn't move. He was thinking about killing Zhou Yang, but he couldn't exert any force on his arm.
"You can go die!" Zhou Yang's eyes flashed with golden light, and he suddenly grinned at Cha Da, holding his hands on Cha Da's cheeks.
There was only a click sound, Zha Da's head was twisted to the side, and his neck was broken.
"Huh!" After Zha Da fell, Zhou Yang sat on the ground and gasped for air. He didn't understand how he had become so powerful just now. He felt that there was endless strength in his body, but there was only one thought in his mind.
That is to survive and kill the monk.
Just like the last time Wang Shanshan helped him block a shot, she felt as if she was the king of the whole world and controlled everything in her heart.
Unbelievable, Zhou Yang secretly thought, he must ask the menopausal woman this time when he goes back.
Huzi and Lin Luoya were both still unconscious. Zhou Yang held on to the dagger inserted in his chest and turned around to enter the darkroom behind the lobby. Since the monk knew Huzi, Peng Shang must be there.
Sure enough, I saw Peng Shang unconscious in the room behind the lobby.
But at this time, Peng Shang was soaked in a huge round wooden barrel, which was filled with a layer of black liquid that exuded this peculiar smell.
"Uncle Peng, Uncle Peng, wake up!" Zhou Yang walked to Peng Shang, stretched out his right hand and put it on his shoulder, sending a trace of momentum into Peng Shang's body.
Soon, Peng Shang woke up and saw Zhou Yang. Peng Shang's lips trembled: "Zhou... Zhou Yang? Is it really you?"
"Yes, I am Zhou Yang, Peng Shang, please get up quickly, the tiger is still outside!"
"Huzi? He's here too?" Hearing that Huzi was also here, Peng Shang immediately climbed out of the barrel, found his own clothes, put them on and walked to the lobby.
Seeing Hu Zi and Lin Luo Ya lying on the ground, as well as the red-haired female body of Chi Guo and the monk in red, Peng Shang excitedly pointed at the monk in red and said: "That's him, he's the one who brought me here.
Yes, Zhou Yang, what kind of place is this?"
"Thailand, Bangkok!" Zhou Yang frowned, and the wound started to hurt again.
Peng Shang didn't think much. He leaned over and carried the unconscious Huzi on his shoulders. When he saw Lin Luoya on the other side who was naked with only a small black triangle underneath, he wondered: "She...is also with you."
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Zhou Yang nodded, took out his cell phone, and dialed Mr. Qiao's number.
The call was quickly connected, and Zhou Yang immediately said: "Master, I'm in trouble!"
Mr. Qiao on the phone heard Zhou Yang's chaotic breath when he spoke, and quickly asked: "Disciple, what's going on?"
"I am in Bangkok now and met a monk named Cha Da. I almost died in his hands, mainly because I was hit by his blood drop. What should I do now?" Zhou Yang asked softly, but his eyes were looking at
Lin Luoya, whose lips were purple, felt a little sad in her heart.
"Chada? That old monster? Disciple, you go to Fanjin Temple immediately and find Master Qianye. He will help you! Hurry!"
Zhou Yang asked clearly about the specific location of Fanjin Temple, and then waved Peng Shang to wait. He walked aside, pulled off a piece of red cloth from the beam, endured the pain of the wound, and pulled out the dagger. Then he quickly
Simply bandage the wound with red cloth.
Then he put the clothes on Lin Luoya's back, helped Lin Luoya up with difficulty, and limped out of the temple with Peng Shang, who was carrying Hu Zi on his back.
"Zhou Yang, where are we going now?" Peng Shang panted and looked at the low houses on the roadside. There was not even a decent hotel.
"Uncle Peng, it's not convenient for us to go out now. I'm watching Huzi and the others here. You go find a car and say go to Fanjin Temple in Bangkok." Zhou Yang put Lin Luoya on the ground and said
I also sat on the ground and rested for two days.
Uncle Peng put down the tiger and walked quickly along the path towards the outside. It seemed that Uncle Peng was not seriously injured.
Soon, a dilapidated Santana stopped in front of Zhou Yang. Uncle Peng got out of the car, lifted Hu Zi into the car, and said at the same time: "It's agreed, this master will send us to Fanjin Temple!"
After getting in the car, Zhou Yang closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing. After about an hour, Zhou Yang opened his eyes and found that the car was already driving on a continent.
The driver was a man in his forties. He seemed relatively honest and said nothing along the way.
On the way, Zhou Yang briefly told what happened to Peng Shang, and then asked: "Uncle Peng, did you offend someone?"
Peng Shang half-squinted his eyes and recalled carefully, with a trace of murderous intent on his face: "I didn't expect that old guy to dare to use such despicable means to deal with me. I will definitely not let him go when I go back this time!"
Looking at Hu Zi who was unconscious, a trace of guilt flashed across Peng Shang's face, and he said to Zhou Yang: "Zhou Yang, thank you this time. If it weren't for you... I'm afraid my life would have been handed down here!"
"Uncle, don't say such things. Since Huzi calls me brother, we are not outsiders!"
Zhou Yang's words made Peng Shang extremely touched, and he sighed: "I won't thank you for your kindness. From now on, your business will be my Peng family's business!"
Two hours later, the car finally stopped. Peng Shang took out a stack of U.S. knives from his arms and gave them to the driver. The four of them helped him get out of the car.
Zhou Yang lit a cigarette, supported the unconscious Lin Luoya, and looked at the majestic and tall temple in front of him. He suddenly felt a sense of worship. He glanced at the surrounding environment and saw some unknown flowers and trees.
There are farmhouses almost smoking in the distance. It seems that this place is far away from the busy city.
Since Master asked me to come, there is nothing wrong!
After the four people walked in, a young monk immediately came out. Seeing Zhou Yang covered in blood and unconscious Hu Zi and Lin Luoya, the young monk asked doubtfully: "Are you here to worship Buddha?"
Zhou Yang didn't understand what the little bald man was talking about, so he said in English: "I'm looking for your Master Qianye!"
The little monk didn't understand English either, so he blinked and looked at these people. At this time, Peng Shang said in Thai: "We are looking for Master Qianye, please trouble you!"
The little monk finally understood, nodded, turned around and went inside.
Soon, an old monk wearing a white robe and a red face came out. Seeing Zhou Yang and others, their expressions changed slightly. Especially when the monk saw Lin Luoya's appearance, he was surprised and said: "This woman is very dangerous.
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Zhou Yang was surprised and said: "Master Qianye, are you from China?"
Chiba nodded: "Who are you?"
"I am Qiao Yunjia's disciple. My master asked us to come to you for help!" Zhou Yangliang said his master's name, with hope in his eyes.
"It turns out that it's no wonder I'm restless this morning. Please come in!" Qianye asked a few young monks to help move them into the guest room behind the temple, and then left quickly.
After Qianye took Huzi's pulse, he said to Peng Shang: "Donor, don't worry, your son's internal organs were slightly injured, it's not serious!"
After finishing speaking, Qianye wanted to check Zhou Yang's pulse. Zhou Yang pointed at Lin Luoya and said, "Master, please check this girl first. She seems to be more serious than me!"
"It's useless. The female benefactor is in a state of enchantment. She can't get rid of it at this moment. Let me see your injuries!" After Qianye finished speaking, he put his benefactor's hand on Zhou Yang's wrist.
"Huh? You were also hit by a head-drop?" Qianye frowned, with a more serious look on his face.
Zhou Yang nodded and said that I was hit by a blood drop.
"No wonder, wait a minute, I'll go out first!" Qianye thought for a while and then left the room.
There are only two wooden beds, a table, a few wooden chairs, and a kettle in the guest room. On the middle wall hangs a statue of Buddha with a golden halo above his head.
Qianye went out for a while, and soon came in with a young monk carrying several bowls of soup. After asking Peng Shang to feed the soup to Huzi, he turned to Zhou Yang and said, "Little donor, this bowl of soup is for protection."
Those who have meridians in your body, please have a good rest tonight, tomorrow morning I will summon all the Dharma monks to help you with the technique of lowering your head!"
After drinking the extremely bitter decoction, several young monks outside gave Zhou Yang and others several sets of robes and some tea before retreating.
After changing the sticky clothes on his body, Zhou Yang immediately fell asleep. The stop with the monk in red consumed too much of his energy.
However, after a while, Zhou Yang vaguely heard bursts of chanting chants. When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness all around, with a faint flickering light outside. He picked up his phone and took a look. It was the middle of the night. How could he hear it?
What about the sound of chanting sutras?
Feeling that the pain in the wound had eased a lot, Zhou Yang was about to pick up his phone to check on Lin Luoya's condition, but heard the strange sounds getting closer and closer, as if they were right outside the door.
Zhou Yang was very curious, so he got out of bed and walked gently to the door. The moment he opened the door, a strong golden light shone over him. The strong golden light stung Zhou Yang and made him unable to open his eyes.
Zhou Yang looked out from between his fingers, and was shocked. He vaguely saw an old monk with a white beard bathing in golden light. He was lighting Buddha beads with his hands, smiling, chanting Sanskrit sounds, and slowly coming towards him.