While Abbot Dehui was waiting anxiously, the mountain gate opened with a creak, and Tang Xuedong, dressed in white, appeared at the door and said with a smile: "Master, please come in, Abbot." He didn't see the unlucky look on his face as he imagined.
Qiu Yu's eyes flashed with doubts in her bright eyes, "Hey, where is the boy named Qiu?"
Finally, Miaoyu was persuaded to agree to meet. Abbot Dehui's sad face gained a hint of joy. He pointed to the sack on the back of the mule and said, "Put it there."
Looking at the bulging sack with gloating eyes, Tang Xuedong clapped her hands and praised with a bright smile: "Okay, the brat turned into a piglet and got into the sack. It's so happy." For a moment, she felt that the monk opposite
As if he were a relative, he hurriedly said: "Abbott, please come in quickly. I will show you the way. Your master is waiting for you."
"Okay, here you go, girl."
The heart that had been silent for many years became excited. Abbot Dehui followed Tang Xuedong into the Taoist temple holding a four-eared Zen staff. The black mule was quite spiritual and followed automatically without waiting for the owner's instructions.
In the snow ahead stands the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun Miaoyu. Her flawless face is reflected in the rays of sunlight, as if cast in a holy light, like a fairy in the sky.
This woman is really beautiful, no wonder she is known as the Flying Fairy from Heaven, and she fascinated countless people in the world back then. Su Lang, the fan boy, is one of her die-hard fans.
"Miaoyu, you are finally willing to see me." Abbot Dehui said with a trembling voice. He felt that his previous action of knocking Qiuyu unconscious and bringing him here was completely correct, and he finally had a chance to see the lover of his dreams again.
Miaoyu frowned slightly. What she didn't like the most was when a man saw her in despair. What does that mean? He always wants to possess her. She suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and said lightly: "I heard that you took Qiu.
I brought that boy Yu, where is he?"
It turns out that she only cares about whether she caught Qiu Yu and doesn't care about me at all. It's the same as before. Alas! Abbot Dehui was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, he had the opportunity to get close to the goddess in his dreams, which was well worth it.
Okay, he immediately felt relieved and said: "Qiu Yu was knocked unconscious by me and put in a sack." As he spoke, he turned around and unloaded the sack from the mule's back, opened the mouth of the bag and dumped it on the ground.
Qiu Yu stood straight out of the bag and lay on the snow. His eyes were tightly closed and his face was covered with dried blood. He was still unconscious. The blow was too heavy and the damage was too strong, causing him to fall into a severe coma.
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Seeing his appearance, Miaoyu and Tang Xuedong were both shocked and couldn't help but say in surprise, "Ah..."
Tang Xuedong asked anxiously: "What's wrong with him?"
Indignation flashed in Miaoyu's eyes, and she said angrily: "Did you kill him?" She was almost crazy with anger. If Qiuyu really died, what would happen to the poison of the soul-taking pill that she was poisoned with?
Find someone to get the antidote. In this case, wouldn't Abbot Dehui's move indirectly kill her?
Abbot Dehui was startled. Don't you have a grudge against this kid? Why are you afraid that I will beat him to death? What do you mean? He looked like he wanted to fight me. He said hurriedly: "No, I just beat him."
He hit his head with a stick and without using much force, he was knocked unconscious."
Miaoyu glanced at the four-eared Zen staff in the other person's hand, and had the urge to curse. He hit someone on the head with such a big Zen staff and said that he didn't use force. Was he mistaken? Who could bear it? When he thought about it, if Qiu Yu had a
If everything went well, she wouldn't live long, so she felt angry and said bitterly: "You are still a monk. You are so cruel. Buddha once said that monks are compassionate. How did you do it?"
Abbot Dehui's face turned red when he was questioned, and he couldn't help but said: "Well...I am also venting my anger on you, so I did this."
Unexpectedly, they didn't appreciate it. Miaoyu snorted coldly: "No need, who are you to me? Do you want to mind our own business because of the grudges between us? Well, if there is nothing else, please
Leave immediately without sending me away."
Abbot Dehui felt sad in his heart. He rushed over with enthusiasm, but was given a cold reception by the other party. What was he trying to do? Thinking that he had something he could use, he took off the scroll on his back and said: "
I also have this painting for you."
Miaoyu glanced sideways and asked doubtfully: "What is this?"
"It's probably a treasure map. It's something Shuimei Enchantress and the others want to snatch. I found it on Qiu Yu." Abbot Dehui said.
Miaoyu curled her lips and said with a snort: "I guess Hong Fuzhen and the others are so poor that they want to keep other people's things for themselves. Huh, they are still famous people, which is simply ridiculous. However, since this scroll is
It belongs to Qiu Yu, then you can keep it and I will return it to him when he wakes up. Xue Dong, please take it."
Tang Xuedong stepped forward and took the scroll, and Miaoyu once again gave the order to expel the guests, "Abbott, please go back. Also, I like to be quiet and don't want anyone to disturb me, so don't come here again."
Abbot Dehui felt disappointed. He put his left hand on his chest and said, "Oh... then I'll take my leave."
"I'm sorry to send you away." Miaoyu said expressionlessly.
A monk and a mule walked towards the door, making a squeaking sound as the Zen staff shook, making them look particularly lonely.
Looking at the lonely figure of the monk, Tang Xuedong felt that Abbot Dehui was really pitiful. Alas, how should I put it? What is love in the world?
Seeing Abbot Dehui's back disappearing, Miaoyu took a step forward, bent down to grab Qiu Yu and put it on her shoulders, then turned and walked towards her home. Tang Xuedong quickly followed her master.
Miaoyu's room was simply furnished, but it was neat and spotless. She put Qiuyu on the bed, turned around and ordered, "Xuedong, go get a wet towel and wipe it with him."
Tang Xuedong quickly put the scroll on the table, then walked out. When she came back with a wet towel in her hand, she asked in confusion, "Master, why should we save him? This kid is dead."
"We don't have sworn hatred with him. After all, he is still alive, so of course we have to save him." Miaoyu also had another idea in her mind. If Qiu Yu was not saved, I might be dead.
She took the towel and bent down to wipe the blood on Qiu Yu's face, doing so gently and carefully.
Gradually, the pale, paper-like face appeared clearly. Miaoyu suddenly became irritated and wanted to slap the kid several times, but she still held it back. The other person was seriously injured. Can he wake up?
It's all a problem, so naturally she can't add insult to injury.
The blow from the iron Zen staff caused injuries to Qiu Yu's head. Miaoyu asked her apprentice to bring the first aid kit, sprinkled some gold wound medicine on Qiu Yu's head, and wrapped it with gauze. She temporarily forgot about her grudges and just wanted to