Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

The one who emerged from the water tank was the Savior of Suffering who had disappeared overnight. The wrinkled old monk had a compassionate expression on his face. After chanting "Namo Amitabha", he continued in a hoarse voice:

"The fighting has ended and the dust has dispersed, but the bones are still cold and the blood has not yet dried. The broken swords are like a forest of broken armor, and the long river is filled with hatred and the cries of geese are gone."

"The golden bell protects me from death, a lotus lamp waits for me to cross the wild owl, the road to the underworld turns into the Naihe Bridge, and I will be reincarnated as a good seedling in the next life."

"My dear old friends, I hope you have a safe journey. Amitabha."

"You old monk!!"

"So you hid in the tank for a whole night! These are all your old friends! But you acted like a coward at the critical moment! You have wasted your title of master! What kind of savior! You didn't save anyone!! I think you should change your name to Master Turtle from now on!" I cursed.

The old monk put down his hands, looked at me and said calmly: "Monks know that they are not as skilled as others, and they will die if they show up. It is better for them to find a way to stay alive, so that there will always be someone to collect their bodies and pray for their souls."

"Donor, you said that I should call you Tortoise. I don't agree. Although I hid in the tank, I saw everything you said and did last night. I think you are the Tortoise."

I shouted angrily: "Who is the turtle? Everyone knows it in their heart! If I hadn't held off Taoist Ma for a moment, they wouldn't have made it to dawn!"

The Rescue Master turned and looked up at the sky. He looked at the slowly rising sun and said expressionlessly, "Yes, fortunately it's dawn. It feels good to have survived a disaster."

"Donor, you don't know that the crazy Taoist priest can no longer be considered a martial artist. The monk saw the divine appearance of a diamond in him. The fact that you and I are able to survive is a blessing from God."

At this time, my cell phone rang again. It was the little Taoist priest.

"Okay! I get it! That's it."

After hanging up the phone, I immediately went back to the house, got the car keys, and said to the Master of Rescue: "The people from Jingmen will be here soon, you have to do me a favor!"

I first carried the seriously injured Shit Wuchang to the car, then I rushed back to the house and carried my little aunt to the car as well.

Shi Wuchang was shot twice and couldn't speak. His whole face was swollen like a steamed bun and he was severely exhausted. He couldn't even open his eyes. His last move last night must have cost him some price, but at this moment Shi Wuchang still relied on a little consciousness to tightly hold Liu Chuanyu's hand.

"Can you drive?"

"Monk, I drove a car twenty years ago."

"Okay, here's the key."

I told him the location of Xiaoyang's hotel and hurriedly reminded him: "Someone will arrange for you when you arrive. Now hurry up and leave! If anyone from Jingmen asks me, I will say I have never seen you."

"Why?" The old monk looked puzzled.

"Because Shit Wuchang is a member of the Changchun Society! He is very dangerous now! His woman is also dangerous!"

"Donor, the monk is from Jiuwu."

"Master! I take back what I said about you being the turtle master! You should abandon all your attitude towards the underworld now, and you should help the poor and the needy! Look at this pair of star-crossed lovers. As a monk, can you bear to watch them die like this?"

The Rescue Master glanced into the car, sighed and shook his head: "The monk couldn't bear it either."

"That's not the end! Go!"

There is a large open space in the backyard of the tofu shop. Although it is daybreak, there are almost no people around. This may be one of the reasons why Changchun chose this location. I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the car slowly leave.

Master Zhe, don't worry. He is the core figure of the old martial arts association. Jingmen will definitely save him. But it's different for Shit Wuchang and the little aunt... Although I don't have any special abilities, I want to save people to the end and see them off to the end.

As for Xie Qirong, he should die soon.

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw a car that had not gone far suddenly drive into the wastewater ditch.

I immediately ran to check it out.

"Didn't you say you drove a car twenty years ago?!"

The old monk said with a bitter look on his face: "Donor, the car I drove back then was not this kind of car, it was a hand-held one."

"That's a walking tractor you're talking about! Get down here! I'll do it!"

The right rear wheel of the car fell into the ditch, and I tried three times before I could barely drive it out.

As I watched the three people and the car disappear from my sight, I felt uneasy because I was also taking a gamble. I knew that this secret wouldn't last long, but as long as it could delay the time, it would be enough.

After I got back, I closed the door and deliberately opened a gap just enough for one person to pass through. Then I took some blood and smeared it all over my face. Finally, I found a clean place and lay down with my arms and legs spread out.

I had just laid down for less than two minutes when the door was pushed open. I glanced at the little Taoist priest and immediately closed my eyes.

"Little Xiangzi! Little Xiangzi!"

The little Taoist priest slapped my face hard, and I slowly "woke up".

"Cough...cough!"

"What happened? You were so energetic when you were talking to me on the phone just now!"

"I...I guess I can't do it."

The young Taoist priest immediately took my pulse.

"You're fine! You're not going to die!"

"No... I... I may have internal injuries. The crazy Taoist priest can't remember who he is. He even forgot what happened last night. He... he just ran away. Shit Wuchang wanted to kill Xie Qirong to eliminate future troubles. I stopped him... but... I got hit by his palm. Just a few minutes ago, Shit Wuchang knew that you were coming soon, so he left with his woman."

"cough!"

I bit the tip of my tongue hard and coughed up a little blood.

"Master! Grandpa, the situation has become like this, what should we do now?"

The leader of Jingmen looked at me and said, "Leave here first, I will have someone clean up."

.......

That night, at nine o'clock in the evening, in a hotel in Hangzhou.

I covered my chest and coughed repeatedly, and the little Taoist priest frowned and handed me a cup of hot water.

"Grandpa, we should have stayed last night. Such a big thing happened. So many masters died, even President He died. Once the news spreads, I'm afraid the martial arts world will be in chaos."

The young Taoist turned around and asked, "Master, Zhuge Qing is the best at setting up traps. Is it possible that this situation is a trap set by him?"

The leader of Jingmen shook his head and said, "Sanguan, don't think that man is so amazing. He didn't expect Master Ma to come back to life. I couldn't predict what Master Ma would do even with my divine calculations. I just predicted that there would be a disaster here."

"The Qingming rain fell three months in advance, foreshadowing the death of many people."

The young Taoist frowned and said, "Master, I don't understand. Since you knew that many people would die, why didn't you tell President He and the others in advance?"

Suan Fantian slapped the little Taoist priest on the head and scolded him: "What do you know! The secret of heaven cannot be leaked! Once the secret of heaven is leaked in advance, the consequences will only be more serious than now!"

The young Taoist priest covered his head with his hands, and said with sadness in his eyes: "I felt that the man last night was not like my master. He was too murderous last night. President He has always treated us well. I am very sad about his death."

The leader of the Jing Clan turned the ring in his hand and sighed, "Sanguan'er, I don't want to see this result either. Your grandfather is right. If I reveal the secret, there will definitely be more serious consequences."

"The Changchun Society has been badly wounded. Almost all the masters they sent this time were slaughtered, except for the corpse-ridden Zheng Daqiang. This man is more powerful than expected. He is almost equal to Master Ma. He will be a great threat to us in the future."

After the sect leader finished speaking, he glanced at me deliberately.

I have told countless lies, but I have long managed to do it without blushing or getting nervous, and I don't show any abnormality at all.

Suan Fantian knocked on the table twice, stood up and said, "Let's put the Taoist priest's matter aside for now, Sect Master. Now we have to stabilize the situation before the news spreads. He Weiwu is dead, and the people who have been gathered together with great difficulty in the Old Wu Association cannot be leaderless. So I suggest that you temporarily take over the position of president."

"This... We, the Jing Clan, have always been secluded behind the scenes. This may not be appropriate..."

Suan Fantian advised again: "Master, please stop shirking your responsibilities. This is the only way to stabilize the situation right now."

The young Taoist priest immediately asked: "Xie Qirong is seriously injured and it is uncertain whether he can survive. Who should be the vice president?"

I raised my hand and said, "I suggest that Master Zhe take the position. In terms of seniority and ability, no one is better than him."

Suan Fantian nodded: "That's right, but the important thing now is that there is someone who can take charge of the situation. The position of vice president can be put on hold for the time being. It won't be too late to discuss it again after the situation stabilizes."

The leader of Jingmen thought about it and nodded in greeting.

I didn't dare to speak.

Because my heart was pounding and my palms were sweating.