Miao Qingcheng moved her lips and said that a man would die for his confidant, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
She had always doubted the other party, but in the end, the adopted son risked his life to save her, just to fulfill her husband's kindness. This made her adoptive mother's love so embarrassing!
You know, the process just now was very thrilling, and there is absolutely no possibility of it being false.
She witnessed with her own eyes that Zhuo Mufeng used a series of tricks to catch Song Qinghui off guard. In the end, he almost lost his life for her own sake!
This is not called true love. What is true love?
Miao Chongwei was a man, and his eyes were red at this time. He squatted on the ground, patted Zhuo Mufeng on the shoulder, took a breath and said: "Mufeng, you saved my life again, how should I repay you?"
Zhuo Mufeng leaned in Miao Qingcheng's arms, inhaling the fragrance of the other person's body, and just shook his head and smiled.
Miao Chongwei understood immediately. In terms of relationship, he was his uncle, so there was no need to talk about repayment. It was just that he didn't want to say it out loud, lest people think he was building a relationship!
What a good boy. Thinking that although his words were polite, he inevitably meant that he didn't treat the other person as a family member, Miao Chongwei slapped his forehead hard.
Nothing was said, everything was left unsaid.
Miao Qingcheng hurriedly took out the healing elixir from her body, put it into Zhuo Mufeng's mouth, and asked Miao Chongwei to pour some water. After taking the water cup, she personally fed Zhuo Mufeng a sip, and did not forget to wipe Zhuo Mufeng with a fragrant handkerchief.
Mufeng's mouth.
That's really meticulous care, even a biological son can't do more than that.
Deng Deng Deng.
Liao Qixiong ran in. He had been injured earlier and had just recovered. When he saw this situation, he was stunned for a moment, and then rushed to him: "Master, are you okay?"
Miao Qingcheng raised her jade finger to her lips, shushed, and whispered to Liao Qixiong: "Let Mu Feng have a good rest and don't disturb him." She nodded to Miao Chongwei again.
The latter quickly picked up the sleeping Zhuo Mufeng and picked him up. The sturdy man put Zhuo Mufeng on the hard board where the host could rest, and pulled the futon directly to use it as a pillow.
Seeing this, Miao Qingcheng couldn't help scolding in a low voice: "What are you doing! Can such a dirty thing be used as a head rest? You are rude and have no eyesight!"
Miao Chongwei turned around and smiled bitterly: "Sister, isn't there nothing that can be replaced?"
Miao Qingcheng looked at it, opened the cracked cabinet on the side, took out several sets of monk's robes and folded them, gently pillowed Zhuo Mufeng's head, placed it underneath, and then gently put it down. This was called a meticulous and thoughtful act.
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Just after adjusting his breath, the old monk opened his eyes and looked at this scene, with the corners of his mouth twitching.
Liao Qixiong was speechless. Otherwise, he would have come back to save people just like Zhuo Mufeng, but his mouth was full of blood. He was like a baby, so how could he be ignored by his wife?
Liao Qixiong suddenly coughed several times.
Miao Qingcheng hurried over, frowned and said: "Guard Liao, is your injury okay? Take the medicine quickly." He handed over a transparent emerald-colored delicate porcelain bottle.
Liao Qixiong laughed loudly and patted his chest: "Thank you madam for your concern. Liao is very lucky."
Miao Qingcheng said sincerely: "Thanks to you this time." Seeing someone still laughing, his lips moved, and he couldn't help but remind: "Guard Liao, please be gentle and don't disturb Mufeng's rest."
Liao Qixiong: "..."
At this time, the old monk also stood up, walked to the hard board, and after checking Zhuo Mufeng for a while, he said: "My heart is hurt a little, but it's not serious. Qingcheng, is this the adopted son you mentioned?"
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Miao Qingcheng nodded.
The old monk said with admiration: "When encountering difficulties, you must be brave and resourceful. Not bad. By the way, how is Yuan Yatou?"
Miao Qingcheng then remembered Wu Yuanyuan, suddenly turned her head and looked at Liao Qixiong with a worried look.
Liao Qixiong did not dare to delay, and immediately told everything that had happened before, without any adulteration or concealment.
After hearing this, Miao Qingcheng breathed out the fragrance and remained silent.
Miao Chongwei looked at Zhuo Mufeng on the hard board again and said with emotion: "In this way, we all have to thank Mufeng today, it's like he saved everyone by himself. It's a pity that Cheng Bao and the others didn't survive...
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The Cheng Bao he mentioned was one of the eight helmsman masters.
Liao Qixiong said with a sad and angry tone: "They are all demons like Wuqingdao. They don't deserve a good death. I wish I could kill them ten times more!"
The atmosphere in the room was a bit gloomy. Although everyone had survived the crisis and even killed Wuqingdao master and Song Qinghui, it was equivalent to completely taking away the last strength of Wuqingdao and no longer had to worry about retaliation.
But the price paid was also staggering. At least in Miao Qingcheng's eyes, the nine accompanying guards had followed her for many years and had a lot of affection. Six of them died at once, which was inevitable.
Miao Qingcheng walked to the window, turned her back to everyone, wiped the tears from her eyes with a fragrant handkerchief, and looked into the distance.
There was a lot of incense in the front hall of the temple, and people came and went. Those who prayed might never know that a bloody massacre took place right under their noses, in the pure land of awe.
"Let's leave this place first." Miao Qingcheng said quietly.
The Bishan Tower was damaged, especially the top floor, which was on the verge of collapse due to cracks in the previous war.
Several people did not dare to neglect, and Miao Chongwei immediately carried Zhuo Mufeng on his back, while Liao Qixiong pulled out the sword on the tower wall. Miao Qingcheng put away the Tianluo umbrella on the ground, and after closing it, it turned out to be a wider silver belt, which he casually
She put it in her sleeve.
The old monk's robes were bulging, and he jumped out of the window with the four of them, landing lightly outside the tower.
Liao Qixiong raised his head and looked at the Bishan Tower. The top of the tower was more than seven feet high. The old monk and four people could actually fall down so steadily. His internal strength was so terrifying!
Several people quickly walked out of the garden and found a side room to rest.
After settling Zhuo Mufeng properly, Miao Qingcheng asked: "Dad, are you sure there are no problems with the other monks in Bishan Temple?"
The old monk sighed: "The poor monk has been here for many years, and he still has some confidence. But he didn't expect that Yuankong would be the famous ruthless Taoist master. He had joined the temple twenty years ago. It was inevitable that Guanting would find him.
Can't reach him.
If other monks in the temple are in trouble, they should have taken action before. According to the poor monk, it is probably controlled by someone, so you might as well send someone to look for it."
Miao Qingcheng was a decisive person. She immediately turned around and said with red eyes to Liao Qixiong, who was still confused and could not understand the relationship between the two parties: "Guard Liao, go back to the backyard and search to see if there is any whereabouts of the monk."
"okay……"
Liao Qixiong looked at his wife, then at the old monk with clear features and rosy complexion, and went down with confusion.
About two quarters of an hour passed.
Liao Qixiong left and returned. As soon as they met, he said to Miao Qingcheng: "Madam, my subordinates found a group of unconscious monks in a wing in the backyard, fifty-three people in total."
The old monk hurriedly asked: "Are their lives in danger?"
Facing this person, Liao Qixiong did not dare to act casually, and said seriously: "Master, don't worry, they were just given sweat medicine, I have already poured it on them to wake them up."
As he was talking, footsteps sounded outside the door, and surprisingly it was a group of confused-looking monks who came to the small courtyard.
The old monk breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the ruthless Taoist master could obviously kill these innocent monks with his methods, but he didn't do it, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"I've seen the host!" A group of monks outside the door clasped their hands together.
The old monk walked out, holding one palm up in front of his chest and looking silent.
One of the leading monks asked in confusion: "Uncle Master, what happened? Why are we in the east chamber?"
The old monk said nothing, so Miao Chongwei followed him out and began to tell what happened.
When they learned that Yuan Kong, whose prestige in the temple was second only to that of the abbot, was actually a famous demon in the world, the monks all looked at each other in disbelief.
But when some people went next door and discovered the corpses on the ground and the situation outside the Bishan Pagoda, their disbelief turned into fear and sighs, and they began to chant sutras for salvation.
Miao Qingcheng in the room was sitting quietly on the stool, thoughtfully, and suddenly asked: "Dad, where did Shaoping go?"
The Shaoping she calls is Fang Shaoping, and he is a new lay disciple Miao Qingyu has accepted in recent years.
Miao Qingyu, whose dharma name is Yuanxing, said casually: "The poor monk asked him to go to the city to take care of things and left early in the morning."
Miao Qingcheng did not ask any more questions, but simply ordered Liao Qixiong to go to the Tianju Inn, inform Wu Yuanyuan of his escape, and go to Yangzhou Branch to summon a hundred experts to come here. The latter followed the order and left.
Three hours passed in the blink of an eye, and the sun was shining brightly outside.
Liao Qixiong had already rushed back to life with a hundred masters at the helm, saying that Wu Yuanyuan was seriously injured and stayed at the inn temporarily.
Miao Qingcheng nodded and suddenly said to Miao Qingyu: "Dad, does it take Shaoping so long to buy things?"
Miao Qingyu had long sensed that something was wrong. Normally, Fang Shaoping would return in at least two hours. It had never been this long before. Could there be an accident on the road?
After waiting for another three hours, it was already dark.
The masters of the Sanjiang League who were sent out to search for him returned one after another, saying that they had not found Fang Shaoping, and that there was nothing strange in the other party's room, and that all the necessary items were there.
Miao Qingcheng said to Miao Qingyu: "Dad, please gather all the monks in the temple together. My daughter has something to ask."
Miao Qingyu didn't know what she meant, but he knew that his daughter would never act without aim, so he summoned a monk and gave some instructions, and the latter left immediately.
Miao Chongwei asked doubtfully: "Sister, what are you going to do?" He summoned the helm masters and the monks again, which made him a little confused.
Miao Qingcheng: "According to what Liao Huwei said, they were obviously poisoned. We have to find out who poisoned them. I always feel that the person who did it may not be a ruthless person."
Miao Chongwei frowned: "Why do you see that?"
He was scared when he mentioned poisoning. Fortunately, he didn't drink tea at that time, and the ruthless Taoist master didn't know that the host was their father, let alone his father's identity, so he underestimated the enemy, otherwise they would not have survived.
"It's just some speculation." Miao Qingcheng replied casually.
The host gave an order, and the efficiency was naturally high. Soon after, all seventy-eight monks of Bishan Temple stood outside the courtyard, looking at the Sanjiang League masters around them with confusion.
Miao Qingyu did not want to refute his daughter's face, and he was also uneasy, so he followed Miao Qingcheng's method and ordered each monk to leave with a Sanjiang League master to conduct cross-examination and investigation.
Each monk must tell where he went before he fell into coma, what he did, how many people he met, and who can prove it in as much detail as possible without any concealment. Afterwards, the masters of the Sanjiang League will record it and hand it all over to