Chapter 37

Just disperse? What a joke! Meng Qi secretly cursed and stood up with dignity: "Master Abbot, do you think we are greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"Amitabha, I don't mean this, several donors are injured..." Xinji still wanted to persuade everyone to leave, but he could not clearly say that Shaolin had decided to abandon this land, and it was useless to guard it. That way it would be easy for Duo'er to detect it and hold on to his injuries to attack, leaving the monks with no time to evacuate.

"Master Abbot, do you think you are useless waiting for me to be injured?" Meng Qi looked indignant, skillfully twisting the meaning of peace of mind.

At this time, the first elders of Shaolin Temple rushed behind Xinji to prevent Meng Qi and others from making a sudden attack.

After hearing Meng Qi's words, the monks who believed in the righteousness of martial arts would naturally not openly say that it was indeed useless. They hesitated and hesitated, but no one answered.

"Lao Na was seriously injured, as were Donors Jiang and Donor Zhang, but Duoercha was not damaged at all. There is really little hope in this battle. Donors are not my Shaolin disciples, why should you waste your lives and stay in Shaolin to burn jade together? Even in Shaolin, there are very few monks with such determination, because it is really meaningless. I am afraid that only those who are about to pass away will be willing to let go of this rotten skin. "

"Donors, why don't you keep your useful bodies until the time comes?"

The only way to feel calm is to say that only I want to stick to Shaolin, and others may escape. Why are you, a group of unrelated strangers, trying to be heroic or crazy?

Meng Qi took a step forward, clasped his hands together, and solemnly pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, there are deaths lighter than a feather, and there are deaths heavier than Mount Tai. We are sacrificing our lives for righteousness today!"

All the monks, including Xin Ji, were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a person who wanted to sacrifice himself to save others!

And the most important thing is, we don’t want you to save us at all!

After Meng Qi finished speaking, he suddenly felt that "Amitabha" was a bit inconsistent with the passionate and generous words behind it, but he immediately comforted himself by saying that anyway, the popular painting style these days is not right!

Seeing the monks stunned, Meng Qi raised his head and acted chivalrous and courageous: "Today's matter is not a question of whether Shaolin should save him or not, but that we want to show the people of the world that there is still a way to die generously in this world." people!"

Jiang Zhiwei raised her hand, covered her mouth, and suppressed a smile. A blush appeared on her pale face. Qi Zhengyan's mouth twitched, secretly glad that he and Meng Qi didn't talk much...

After being silent for a while, he looked at Zhang Yuanshan, who was meditating to stabilize his injuries after hastily taking the elixir, and Jiang Zhiwei, who was standing alone with her clothes fluttering. He sighed and said: "Donor Zhang and Donor Jiang are seriously injured. It is difficult to break through even if they go down the mountain at this time." With the armored soldiers blocking the way, it’s better to go into the temple and bide your time. Dekong, hurry up and get some small pills to give to the donors.”

"Several donors, after entering the temple, please guard the back mountain to prevent barbarian masters from climbing the cliff."

He arranged Meng Qi and others in a clean back mountain where almost no one would attack, and also avoided the secret evacuation passage in the temple.

"Thank you, Master Abbot." Meng Qi exhaled quietly, this is the most ideal development!

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"Abbott, is the little novice monk mentally ill?" Returning to the Main Hall, Xin Chan said a little angrily, "Why do you want to keep them?"

He was about to speak when he was silent, but suddenly his face was as golden as paper, and then as white as snow. After changing several times in succession, he was finally stable, but he looked like he had aged twenty years.

"Master, are you okay?" His disciple asked with concern.

"He's not dead yet." Xinjie said calmly, "Fortunately, I scared off Duoercha just now and I have a chance to breathe." His injuries seemed to be getting worse.

He turned his head and looked at Xin Chan: "Donor Jiang, Donor Zhang and Duo'ercha were really fighting with all their might, and they were not spies. However, I saw that they were very determined. If they were not allowed to enter the temple, they would probably stick to the mountain road, so Let them guard the back mountain to repay this kindness and settle the cause and effect."

"Except for the stupa, there is nothing important in the back mountain. Don't worry about a sneak attack by Dorcha's people. After the disciples have finished withdrawing through the secret passage, tell them the truth and ask them to leave through the secret passage. If Dorcha attacks, It's early, and with the condition of Houshan, they should be able to hold on until the end. By then, things will be irreversible, and they probably won't hold on anymore..."

Xinjie said it unceremoniously. Meng Qi's "impassioned" just now left a deep impression on him.

Xin Chan said solemnly: "I'm afraid there is no solution for Yu Mu's head. Abbot, the secret books, elixirs, etc. have been picked out and packed. Are you arranging for the disciples to evacuate now?"

"Yes." Xinji nodded, looking back at the golden Buddha statue, his expression became peaceful and indifferent.

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"Finally entered the temple." Meng Qi sighed on the way to the back mountain. Fortunately, his "acting skills" were good.

Jiang Zhiwei walked very slowly, but there was no confusion or sadness on her face. She chuckled and said, "I wonder what Master Xinji and other eminent monks will think of you, a little monk?"

Brain-disabled children have more fun... Meng Qi silently cursed to himself, if the task wasn't oppressive, would I be happy with this?

Then, he said seriously: "Bo Yuntian must have been shocked by my chivalry, righteousness, and courage. He only had to bow his head before bowing."

"Anyway, I just saw you, little monk, saying those twisted words in a serious, serious, and passionate manner, and I just wanted to laugh, haha..." Jiang Zhiwei couldn't help it anymore, and laughed out loud, but she smiled, The voice stopped suddenly, and a little pain appeared on his face.

"Miss Jiang, how are you injured?" Meng Qi asked worriedly.

Jiang Zhiwei took a few breaths and said, "Even if the four orifices are opened, it is still difficult to use the 'Sword Out of Selflessness' at my level. After one sword, although I did not lose my strength, I only had less than 30% of my strength left. After that, I was injured by Duoercha's strength. There was less than one stop left in the ten stops. In half a day, I can only rely on swordsmanship to deal with the armored soldiers."

She described it in detail, because if her companions misjudged her strength, it would be easy to have strategic problems when the enemy attacked.

"Where is Senior Brother Zhang?" Qi Zhengyan looked at Zhang Yuanshan, whose chest was a little sunken.

Zhang Yuanshan smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, I brought medicine for injuries this time, and I also have the help of Shaolin Xiaohuandan. Otherwise, I would have difficulty walking. Haha, now I even have difficulty dealing with armored soldiers."

Wang Jin followed the crowd, but he didn't speak. His eyes wandered, looking at the Buddhist temple in the temple and the road he passed.

As he walked, Meng Qi suddenly froze, because the back mountain in front of him was exactly the same as the back mountain of his own Shaolin! Even the stupa was the same!

No way, it's this similar... Meng Qi felt a sense of fear for no reason.

"Same?" Jiang Zhiwei noticed Meng Qi's abnormality.

Meng Qi nodded and said solemnly: "Although I have only been to the back mountain once, it is exactly the same as here."

Are there also suppressed demons and ghosts here?

Well, it shouldn't be. With the power level of this world, if there were demons and ghosts, they would have ruled the world long ago...

The two spoke in a very low voice to prevent the little monk leading the way from hearing.

After walking for a while, the little monk stopped and clasped his hands together seriously: "All donors, guard here. After the road ahead is the stupa in the back mountain, which is inconvenient for outsiders to enter."

Meng Qi suddenly felt like he was in a dream, because the place he stopped was exactly where he had been guarding a few days ago!

Two cliffs stood opposite each other, sandwiching a narrow road, with dense forests on the left and right in front.

"Is this a coincidence, or is there some kind of connection hidden in it..." At this time, Meng Qi knew without looking that the woods on the left and right seemed endless, but in fact, if he walked a few more steps, he would see the cliff.

He was thinking about his own thoughts in surprise and doubt, while others listened to the little monk introducing the nearby terrain to facilitate the final evacuation.

And the little monk seemed to have received instructions from the upper level and described the terrain in extraordinary detail.

"Hey, didn't you mention the secret passage on the cliff? No, I think too much. There are no monsters in this world. Who will open up that secret passage? The Shaolin in the two worlds is still different after all. After all, this is Shaohua Mountain, not Liantai Mountain..." Meng Qi listened and listened, and the secret passage that "Zhenguan" drilled out suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Brother Qi, little monk, I'll leave it to you for this period of time." After the little monk left, Jiang Zhiwei took out a thumb-sized sheep fat white jade bottle, poured out a red pill, took it together with the small Huandan, and began to meditate and adjust his breath to recover from his injuries.

Zhang Yuanshan was more seriously injured, and he didn't care about Wang Jin beside him. He also sat down and regulated his qi and blood.

Wang Jin looked at them silently for a long time, then looked at Meng Qi who looked alert, walked to the side, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he was recovering his spirit.

Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan took turns to be on guard. After about half an hour, there was a faint noise in the distance.

"Duoercha is here again?" Meng Qi looked up in the direction of the temple, and sure enough, he saw dark clouds, silver snakes dancing, flames rising in some places, and thick smoke.

He subconsciously clenched his knife, waiting for the start of the final battle.

At this time, Wang Jin stood up suddenly, without saying hello to Meng Qi and others, and ran directly towards Shaolin.

"What does he want to do?" Meng Qi said in astonishment.

Qi Zhengyan said expressionlessly: "Don't worry about him. Staying here will only make him feel uncomfortable."

Wang Jin was as fast as a galloping horse, and he was a little excited. He was born in the grass and his martial arts were all ordinary. He finally reached the stage of enlightenment, which made him a master. However, if he wanted to go further, he lacked the secret book of this realm. Therefore, for him, the reincarnation world was an opportunity, and now was also an opportunity!

Although this Shaolin was much worse than the real Shaolin, it could be seen from Abbot Xinji that their martial arts were aimed at the outside world, and they did not lack the steps of condensing acupuncture points and opening the nine natural orifices!

Now was the time when Shaolin was in chaos. If a chief or elder was caught and tortured for the secret book, no one would notice it. They would only think that he died at the hands of Duoercha and others.

Anyway, the mission was just to defend Shaolin, and it didn't say that the Shaolin monks could not be harmed!

"Maybe he wanted to take advantage of the chaos..." Meng Qi looked at Wang Jin's back and guessed casually.

Suddenly, silver rays shot out from the forest next to him, so fast that it was unimaginable, and hit Wang Jin directly.

The noisy sound of rain hitting banana leaves came, and Wang Jin's body was covered with small streams of blood, like a punctured water bag, and then he fell on his back with a little joy on his face.

"I wasted my rainstorm pear blossom needles... But who told me not to let one go? Hey, you dared to blind one of the general's eyes!" A young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes walked out of the forest. With a smile on his face, he threw the black tube in his hand directly to the ground, and politely bowed, "I am Tang Shun, nicknamed 'The Universe in the Palm', and I am here to take you to see the Buddha in the West. Namo Amitabha."