Experts breaking into the temple? The first thing Xu Qing thought of was the king's nest. Then he thought something was wrong. Lao Hanba should be in the temple, and there was no such thing as breaking into the temple. Looking at the appearance of Dharma King Zhuopu burning his buttocks, something must have happened.
Serious situation.
The lama whose face was covered with blood wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve. It turned out to be the cold-faced lama. His face was cut diagonally by some blunt instrument, from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. His skin was like a baby's mouth.
It's like a flip, to the point where you don't need to wear makeup when filming a horror movie.
Master Jinghui helped Xu Qing to the chair and said softly: "Sit down and rest for a while, and Auntie will make you a cup of ginseng tea." She had already accepted the identity of Xu Qing's quasi-son-in-law, and there was a sense of indifference in her words.
Concealed concern.
Xu Qing did not sit down, shook her head and said with a smile: "Auntie, my legs and feet have just recovered, and I still feel comfortable standing. There is no need to make tea, just get a cup of boiled water, a big cup."
Master Jinghui smiled slightly and said: "That's good, boiled water is still available in small places." After saying that, he quickly walked into the meditation room behind the nunnery. Xu Qing took the opportunity to use his clairvoyant eyes to scan his internal organs, and the accumulated
The bruises and internal injuries have been cleaned up, but it is undeniable that Karmapa Tu Lao still has some skills.
Just after checking her body, Master Jinghui walked out of the meditation room carrying a blue and white porcelain teapot. She walked to Xu Qing's side, took off the straight cup from the spout, filled it with boiled water and handed it over.
Xu Qing reached out to take the cup and drank half of it, gargled his mouth and spit out a stream of blood. His mouth and nose were connected. When Dharma King Zhuopu was healing his wounds just now, he drained the congestion through his nostrils, so he inevitably had some in his mouth.
Master Jinghui next to her was startled. The teapot in her hand slipped out of her hand. Xu Qing stretched out his hand to fish it out, but unexpectedly he didn't catch the teapot. He was slightly startled. There was no sound of breaking porcelain in his ears. After taking a closer look, he realized that the teapot was broken.
I found that the bottom of the teapot was firmly picked up by the tip of a cloth shoe.
The person holding the teapot with the toes of her shoes was Master Jinghui. She raised her toes slightly, and the teapot jumped up smoothly. She reached out and picked it up lightly. Unexpectedly, this mother-in-law was still an ancient warrior with no obvious talent.
Xu Qing sighed and said with a wry smile: "Oh! I can't even hold a teapot now!"
Master Jinghui smiled slightly and said: "If Auntie's guess is correct, you must have suffered serious internal injuries. Xiaolan and Xiaorou will not be able to open a Western restaurant with peace of mind!"
Xu Qing raised his head and drank the water in the glass, and whispered: "To tell you the truth, we are all working for the Chinese Martial Arts. It is true that the two sisters opened a Western restaurant. I was on a mission in Lake Tugaka some time ago.
I was seriously injured at that time. An old friend originally wanted to take me to find a senior to treat the injury. When passing by Liena City, I accidentally learned that the Dharma King Dropu could cure various diseases, so he came here to try his luck.
I didn’t expect to meet you.”
Master Jinghui did not doubt what Xu Qing said, she sighed softly and said: "I have heard of Chinese martial arts before, but I was useless and made them suffer."
Xu Qing said: "Is there any mother in the world who doesn't care about her children? You must have some difficulties. The two sisters are doing well now. You don't have to worry. Just go and see them when you have the opportunity."
There were a few tears in Master Jinghui's eyes, and she whispered: "It's enough to know that they are doing well, not to see each other is the second best. Your injury has been healed. You only need to calm down and take care of yourself for a while to recover."
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Xu Qing glanced at the cold-faced lama standing not far away, lowered his voice and said: "Auntie, I always feel that Dharma King Dropu is not a good person, but I have seen him treat people for free, so it is difficult to guess.
What kind of person is he?"
Master Jinghui shook her head and whispered: "Sometimes what you see with your eyes may not be true. As far as I know, Zhuopu has practiced an evil skill. He wants to suppress the evil mind that is ready to move by doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
Otherwise, you will lose your true nature, which is why I say that everything Dharma King Dropu does is an illusion and does not come from the sincerity."
There was a hint of surprise in Xu Qing's eyes, and he nodded: "So that's the case. I feel strange. Sometimes I see his eyes look like those of a man-eating wolf on the grassland, but he doesn't do anything to treat people's illnesses and injuries."
Vague, so that’s what it is.”
Master Jinghui said: "Tantrism has been passed down for thousands of years, leaving behind many secrets of miraculous skills, some of which are even what we call evil skills. Tantric Buddhism has always been unruly, and only things they think are valuable will be retained.
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Xu Qing said thoughtfully: "I have always believed that martial arts are just sharp swords. There should be no distinction between good and evil. Good and evil all depend on the person who uses them."
Master Jinghui shook her head and said: "Not necessarily. There are also evil arts that can affect the mind of the cultivator, causing people to fall unconsciously. There are also people who have evil thoughts in their hearts for a long time, but usually hide them very well.
Gong can make the evil thoughts in their hearts expand rapidly, and eventually they will be exposed, and Zhuopu should be the latter."
A thought suddenly flashed through Xu Qing's mind. He took two steps forward to the side of Master Jinghui, tilted his head and said in her ear: "Auntie, why don't we leave here during the chaos? As long as we leave Datuo Temple, Bald
Dharma King Lao has nothing to do with us, we just have to do this..."
Master Jinghui listened attentively to Xu Qing's whisper in her ear, with a flash of light in her eyes. She had thought of escaping more than once before, and she had tried to escape more than once, but every time she failed, the number of failures
I have given up on escaping, and now that I heard what my son-in-law said, it seems to be worth the risk.
On the top of the Sanshen Hall of Datuo Temple, two figures, one black and one red, were moving around. One of them was a thin lama in red robes, and the other was an old man with a silver beard in white robes. They were punching each other on the top of the hall.
The two masters were fighting endlessly, with strong winds and thunderous sounds blowing around. The two masters had blasted countless holes of varying sizes into the perfectly good glazed tile roof, and there was a possibility that the entire roof would collapse at any time.
Rumble--two muffled thunders were heard from the top of the palace, and then the entire roof collapsed. Two figures jumped up from the rising dust and mist, like two soaring eagles flying through the air to another place.
The top of the palace.
The red-robed lama was the shaven Wangchao, and the other one was the holy shaman Gada Meilin. The two men were fighting fiercely, ignoring the strange looks from the lamas below. The two semi-holy warriors fought each other,
The effect was sensational. All the lamas in Datuo Temple gathered together, craning their necks to watch the two semi-holy warriors leaping between the tops of the temples.
To the joy of all the lamas watching the battle, the red-robed lama at the top of the hall had the upper hand in the fierce fight. His claws drew thousands of powerful hooks, forcing Gadah Merlin to retreat one after another. The one who moved first every time was definitely the one who changed places.