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1117. Chapter 1117 I just can't put it down 4

For the past two days, Liao Chan has been in retreat in this wing, writing down his inner thoughts, meditating and reciting sutras, all with the shadow of Shangguan Feihong in his mind.

It has been so many years. He regretted her death and finally decided to escape into Buddhism and became a monk.

If you give him another chance, he will definitely not let her down again!

That kind of desire to see Shangguan Feihong, that kind of expectation, nervous but apprehensive mood, it has to be said that since Cang Yueyu suddenly came to him that day, it has been deeply buried in his heart.

A "seed". His heart, which had long since withered or even died, slowly came back to life precisely because of the germination and growth of this seed. And as time went by, to this day, meditating and chanting sutras have become

He couldn't suppress his desire to go to Shangguan Feihong, and he couldn't suppress the demonic barrier in his heart, especially after Xin Moge and Feng Yu came to him.

As the saying goes, "One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon." She was the person standing behind that demonic barrier. Even if his body was broken into pieces, he couldn't help but open it.

After agreeing to Cang Yueyu's plan for him, and starting this plan, for Xin Haoyan, Xin Moge and Feng Yu in front of him at this moment, Liao Chan could only say "I'm sorry" and "Amitabha" silently in his heart.

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Feng Yu took the mental method he had written down from Zen's hand. She was overjoyed in her heart and expressed gratitude on her face, "Thank you so much, Master Zen."

After Zen, he clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha" without changing his voice. The demonic barrier in his heart made him unable to stop, and he didn't want to stop either.

"Then I won't disturb Master Zen and leave first. If Master Zen needs any help in the future, you can come to Licheng to find me and Xin Moge." After Feng Yu finished speaking, she said goodbye and left.

Just like what I said, I don’t want to disturb Zen anymore.

Liao Zen nodded and said, "Donor, walk slowly."

Feng Yu nodded.

Just when Feng Yu stepped out of the threshold of the wing, a sudden sound suddenly sounded in the wing.

Feng Yu looked back reflexively and saw Liao Chan sitting there suddenly vomiting a large mouthful of blood on the small desk in front of him and falling to one side.

Feng Yu's expression suddenly changed. She didn't care about anything else. She hurriedly turned around and walked back in three steps and then two steps. When she got to Chan's side, she helped Chan up. While feeling Chan's pulse, she quickly asked: "Master Liao Chan, what's going on here?"

What's going on? What's wrong with you?" As he spoke, the pulse under his fingertips came clearly. Liao Chan obviously suffered serious internal injuries. I wonder who hurt him? In addition, Liao Chan's pulse condition

Judging from the above, Liao Chan has been suffering from this internal injury for several days, and the situation is obviously not optimistic.

Following Feng Yu's arrival, the secret guard who had been waiting outside the open door also saw it and quickly walked into the wing.

"Life and death are destiny, the donor does not need to worry about the poor monk." Liao Chan said calmly, and with Feng Yu's help, he sat down again, looking completely open to life and death.

Feng Yu frowned repeatedly. She had just received the favor from Zen, and she still held the mental method given to her by Liao Zen. How could she watch Zen die in front of her eyes? "Master Liao Zen, there are rich medicinal materials in Li City. You

You might as well follow me back to Licheng immediately, I will definitely find a way to heal you."

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